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Showing Myself by Vanessa Evans Part 5 I woke up and discovered that somehow we had swapped over and I was on my back and daddy had his arm and leg over me. What’s more his hand was on one of my tits. My spare hand slowly slid over to my pussy and started rubbing. “Morning Princess.” I heard. “Daddy, good morning. Can you help me with something please?” “Sure, what?” I stopped rubbing and felt for daddy’s hand. When I found it I lifted it over to my pussy and started moving my hand so that his fingers were rubbing my clit. “We shouldn’t Lea.” “Don’t stop daddy, please.” Thankfully daddy didn’t stop and a couple of minutes later I was having a very satisfying orgasm. “Thank you daddy,” I said when I was able. I also moved my hand to where daddy’s cock was and wrapped my fingers round the hard pole. “Don’t fight me daddy.” I said as my fingers started moving up and down his cock. It didn’t take long for me to realise that he was about to cum and I gripped his cock to stop him shooting, pushed his leg off me then went down the bed and opened my mouth. As I released my grip I took his cock into my mouth and started sucking. “Oh Princess, that’s wonderful.” My mouth was a little full so I couldn’t reply right then but when I could I said, “Yes daddy, that WAS wonderful, the first of many, and more.” “I don’t know Lea, we shouldn’t.” I pulled the duvet off us, got off the bed, and headed to the bathroom saying, “Me first.” When I left the bathroom I found daddy in the kitchen getting the breakfast ready. “I would have done that daddy.” “I know, but it’s Saturday and I don’t have to go to work.” “Can we go back to bed and finish what we started?” “No Lea, apart from what we’ve talked about I have to go out, things to do. Besides, you need to save your energy for tonight.” “Going looking for a girlfriend are you daddy?” “Not particularly but Mac does have a sister who’s not bad looking.” “Will she be where you are going today daddy?” “I don’t know.” “Well if she is ask her out and if she isn’t ask Mac for her phone number.” “I might just do that, it isn’t like you are going to be here much longer.” “Daddy, I’m a big girl now, you don’t have to look out for me.” “I’ll always do that Princess but you’re right, maybe I will.” “You’d better work fast daddy because you and me have some unfinished business and I won’t say no until after your second date.” Daddy held his arms wide apart and I moved in for a naked hug. “Love you Princess.” “Love you daddy.” After breakfast daddy left to go to Mac’s place to do whatever and I hoped ask whatever her name is for a date whilst I cleaned up then went over to Seth’s house. Neither of Seth’s parents batted an eyelid when the naked 18 year old girl walked into their house and went up to Seth’s bedroom. “Now who’s the lazy sod? Get your arse out of bed we need to talk.” I pulled the duvet off Seth and saw that he was as naked as I was and that he had a morning woody. Not wanting to waste it I climbed on and impaled myself on it. As I rode it I heard Seth’s mum shout, “Do you want some breakfast Leanne? I’m making some for Seth.” “No thanks, I’ve already eaten.” I shouted back as Seth filled my pussy with his cum. I kept riding him and just managed to cum as he started to go soft. A couple of minutes later Seth was in the bathroom and I was going down to the kitchen where I chatted with his mum. “So Leanne, still happy working at the pub are you?” “Yeah, it’s fun, all those guys looking at my naked body really turns me on.” “Yes I know what you mean Lea, there’s something naughty but nice about situations like that.” “Have you ever worked naked?” “Oh yes, but not in a pub. When Ted’s father was still alive Betty and I used to work there during the school holidays and when it was hot we used to strip off. It used to drive Ted, Seth’s father and the other men there crazy.” “Did you used to go skinny dipping as well?” “We did.” “Why don’t you still go skinny dipping or even working in the pub naked?” “Oh that’s nice of you to say Leanne but I’m too old for that sort of thing.” “No you’re not, you’re not old and you’ve obviously worked on keeping your figure.” “What are you 2 talking about?” Seth said was he walked in. “I was just telling your mother that she should go skinny dipping or working in the pub like me.” “Eww, don’t you dare mum, well not while I’m around.” “Seth,” I replied, “your mum has a nice body, why shouldn’t she show it?” “She’s my mother.” “Gawd, you men are crazy at times.” I said. I sat watching Seth eat his breakfast whilst we all chatted about anything other than nudity and when Seth had finished we left to go to Noah’s place. We found him doing something on his computer which he shutdown as soon as he saw us. “Looking at porn?” I asked. “No, well yes, I was looking at different positions to have coitus.” “Wow, going for the posh names are you?” Seth said, “I prefer to just call it fucking. So what did you find?” “Never mind that for now guys?” I said, “we need to talk, but not here, let’s go to the woods where we can talk in private.” “And fuck.” Noah said. “And fuck.” I added. We got our bikes and were soon pedalling to the woods, me in front with Noah and Seth doing their best to keep up with me, and hopefully stare at my butt as it slid from side to side on the saddle. We made it to the woods, along the trail, across the stream and to the meadow where we dumped our bikes and lay on the grass. “Fucking first or talking first?” Noah asked. “Fucking.” I replied, “then talking then fucking again.” Two minutes later I was on my hands and knees with one cock in my pussy and the other one in my mouth. I came first and the guys swapped ends and continued fucking me until they both shot their loads into me, thankfully making me cum again. “So Lea,” Seth said after we’d been spread out recovering for a few minutes, “what’s so important that we have to come out here to talk about?” “Well guys,” I started, “firstly why didn’t you come to the pub last night, I was expecting to see you.” “Ted hasn’t paid us yet.” Noah replied. “I told you, I’ll sub you until we get paid. You’d better be there tonight, okay?” “Okay.” Seth replied. “So, there was this group of guys there last night, rugby players, and they invited me to go to a birthday party at their rugby club next Thursday. I said that I’d only go if you 2 came along as well.” “No money.” Noah said. “No transport.” Seth added. “This guy, Duncan, said that he’d come and pick us up, buy us some drinks and bring us back.” “Bloody hell Lea,” Seth said, “what do you have to do for that to happen, fuck everyone there, a gang-bang?” “No, well I don’t think so, but that wouldn’t be too bad, I’ve never had a gang-bang, it sounds like fun. “Well if you fuck loads of strangers I’m not going to fuck you again.” Noah said. “Even if the all wear condoms?” “That would be different,” Noah replied, “there’d be no chance of you catching anything.” “So you’d fuck me again if they all wore condoms?” “Yeah, I guess so.” “What about you Seth?” “What he said.” “Hey guys, I don’t even know if it would turn into a gang-bang, maybe they just want to look at my naked body?” “What sane man wouldn’t want to look at you naked Lea,” Seth said, “but there’s every chance that they’d want you to fuck at least the party boy.” “That wouldn’t be so bad.” I replied, “just so long as he wears a condom. So are you guys up for it? “I guess so,” Seth replied, “they’ll pick us all up, take us there, buy us some drinks and bring us back and all you’d have to do is flaunt that hot body of yours and maybe the odd blowjob or fuck.” “So you 2 are up for it then?” Both replied in the affirmative. “Okay guys, that’s the first thing, the second thing is that I want my dad to fuck me.” “Bloody hell Lea, that’s incest.” Noah said. “I know but it’s not like I’m going to get pregnant and poor dad has been without sex for years and with my change of wardrobe the poor man has got blue balls.” “I guess that I don’t mind, being without sex for years it’s not like he’ll have caught anything nasty.” Seth said. “I guess that I don’t mind,” Noah said, “it’s not like you’re our property, you can fuck whoever you want.” “Thanks guys, it’s appreciated. What about Ben at the pub?” “Bloody hell Lea,” Seth said, “how many guys have you got lined up to fuck you?” “That’s it guys, and maybe the birthday boy on Thursday.” “But you’ll make him wear a condom?” “Absolutely, and you guys will be there to make sure that he does.” “Yeah.” Seth said. “That’s it guys, confessions over, unless there’s something that either of you want to tell me?” “No.” Noah replied. “Yes,” Seth replied, “I confess to wanting to fuck you again, right here, right now.” I looked at Seth’s cock and saw that he was hard so I got onto my hands and spread knees, waggled my butt and said, “Come and get it boys.” Twenty minutes later the 3 of us were again on our backs recovering and enjoying the sun on my naked body, well I was, I didn’t ask the other two. “Let’s go for a bike ride.” Noah said after quite a while. “Okay,” Seth said, “but we’ll have to head out into the country, we don’t want Lea to be seen by people who may call the cops.” “Yeah,” I added, “I wouldn’t mind riding through the city naked but dad says that he doesn’t want me to get arrested and have to come and bail me out of jail.” “I’ve read about naked bike rides in cities,” Seth said, “I wonder if they do one here.” “Doubt it, I’m sure that we would have heard about it if there had been one.” Noah replied. “We could ride along the public footpaths through the fields.” Seth suggested. “Yeah, give some hikers a shock.” Noah said. “You mean a treat when they see me naked.” “Yeah, a nice shock.” Noah added clarified his statement. And that’s what we did. Biking over the paths across the fields was no worse than biking through the woods but my butt sliding from side to side on my saddle did keep my pussy stimulated and when we came across some hikers walking towards us we stopped to let them pass and I was stood with my feet on the ground and rolling the bike backwards and forwards, the crossbar sliding along between the lips of my pussy and stimulating my clit. The looks on the faces of the hikers was priceless, mainly shock from the women and obvious delight from the men. We must have biked for 3 or 4 miles into the middle of nowhere before we had a rest. We stopped by a big tree, a good climbing tree, and challenged each other to see who could climb the highest. Of course I won but as I was climbing back down some more hikers came our way. It was 2 couples who looked to be not much older than we were. I was only about 4 or 5 metres up the tree with my legs spread wide because there were only 2 branches for my feet at that height when the couples appeared right next to Seth and Noah. “Are you all right up there?” One of the young women asked as the 4 of them stared up at me with my spread wide pussy on display. “Yes, I’m fine, we were just having a competition to see who could climb the highest.” “So these 2 aren’t forcing you to be like that.” One of the guys asked. “Hell no, I’m having fun.” I replied as I wondered if my pussy was dripping down onto the ground and the people could see it. “You go girl.” The other young woman said. “Enjoy the rest of your day.” One of the guys said. They stared at me for a few minutes as I climbed down then the 4 of the hikers turned and walked away. “Well that was the last thing that I expected to see out here.” I heard one of the men say. “So guy’s,” I said to Noah and Seth, “do you admit that I climbed the highest?” “”Yeah alright,” Noah replied, “but I’ll beat you the next time.” “In your dreams mate.” I replied, then continued, “and your reward for being such good losers is my pussy, come and fuck it. Those 2 men seeing me had made me want to be fucked.” I stood facing the tree about a metre from it, spread my feet wide then leaned forward to put my hands on the tree and waited. It was Noah who fucked me first, his hands going round my body and grabbing my little tits as he rammed his cock into me. I’d had a head start on being horny and I orgasmed before Noah did. No sooner than Noah’s cock started to go soft and slide out, I felt Seth’s hard cock enter me and start pounding in and out. He fucked me until I came again then he did. After a rest period we got on our bikes and headed for home. As I navigated the rough paths I realised that I had a good deal with my mates, not only was I showing them, and anyone else who happened to be around, my naked body all the time, but each time that we fucked I had 2 orgasms to their only 1 each. What’s more, as I rode my bike 2 lots of man cum were seeping out of me and making the saddle extra slippery and extra nice. I was soo close to cumming by the time that we got back to the village. When I got home daddy wasn’t back so I decided to sunbathe for a while and as I was putting some sunblock on I remembered the guy from the rugby club so I went and got my phone and the beer mat. Once settled I looked at the beer mat and made the call. “Hi, is that Damon?” “Yes.” “This is Leanne, we met at the pub last night.” “Well hello Leanne, thank you for calling, so you’re up for the birthday party?” “Probably, what exactly would I have to do?” “Much the same as you were doing last night, be naked and go around the room being friendly to all the guys.” “But what would you be expecting me to do with the guys?” “Whatever you want, just being there naked is all that I ask.” “But what would the guys be expecting me to do? Let them grope me? Give them a lap dance? Give them a blowjob? Let them fuck me? I certainly don’t want it to turn into a gang-bang.” “Leanne, nothing will happen without your consent. You’ll have your bodyguards there and I’ll be there as well to stop things if you’re not happy but I doubt very much that it will get to that stage, all the guys are good guys who respect women. I’m the captain and they all do exactly what I tell them. I’ll organise some condoms if you decide that you want to go all the way.” “Will there be any other girls there?” “No but if you want to bring any of your girlfriends along that’s okay.” “That wasn’t what I was thinking, I was thinking about girlfriends and wives of the players.” “No, these birthday parties are usually men only, is that a problem for you?” “No.” “We’ll pay you Leanne, how much do you want?” “I wasn’t thinking about money, as you’ve probably already realised I get off on being naked in front of men but if you want to give me some money I certainly won’t complain.” “I’ll organise a collection, that should get quite a bit for you. So do I take it that you’ll do it?” I stayed silent for a few seconds. I knew that I was going to say ‘yes’ but something made me wait a few seconds before saying, “Yes, I’ll do it. What time will you come and collect us?” “Is 7 pm okay with you Leanne?” “Yes, 7 pm outside the pub.” “Thank you Leanne, I’ll see you on Thursday.” I terminated the call then realised that my nipples and pussy were tingling one hell of a lot. My head went back, my eyes closed, my legs opened wide and my right hand got busy. I was just getting to the point of no return when I saw daddy standing beside me. I smiled and the orgasm arrived a little quicker than I had expected. “Sorry daddy, I just couldn’t help myself.” “You have nothing to be sorry for Leanne, we all have needs and you can take care of yours whenever you want.” “Than you daddy, I love you, does that mean that I can fuck you whenever I want?” “Leanne.” “Is it teatime, am I later getting tea ready?” “No Lea, you just stay there and relax, I’m sure that you’ll be quite busy tonight.” “Thanks daddy.” I did stay there with my legs still wide open for quite a while. Daddy was walking around all the time and I’m sure that he kept looking at me but I kept my eyes closed and I’m sure that I dozed off because the next ting that I knew daddy shaking my ankle and telling me that tea was ready. As we sat eating I asked daddy if he’d asked Mac’s sister out. “No, but she was hanging around us when we were working.” “There you go daddy, she’s interested in you, ask her out. Hell, ask Mac to bring her to the pub next Friday or Saturday. Hey, give me Mac’s phone number and I’ll ask him, what’s her name anyway?” “Angie.” “I bet that she looks a bit like me, when I’ve got clothes on that is.” “She does, and no I won’t give you Mac’s number.” I let it slide for then but I was definitely going to phone Mac. All being well that will give me a week to seduce daddy. I was sure that I could manage that. I again used the outside shower to get ready to go to the pub. Daddy watched me all the time and I gave him me sexiest shower and shave. I was determined that his cock was going to be inside my pussy within 24 hours. There were the usual oldies in the pub when I got there and I made a point of standing in front of them with my feet at least shoulder width apart while I chatted with them all for a while. They may not be getting any sex any more but I was determined to give them something to make them feel good. I led Ben to the back for a quiet word and I said, “Ben, you know what we were talking about last night?” “You mean the fucking?” “Yes you and or my father fucking me. Well I just wanted to make sure that you know that you can fuck me whenever you want, even right here and now if you want to. Ben” “Wow Lea, I thought that it was just teenage sex talk and not serious.” “I was serious, I am serious, you can fuck me anywhere that you want, any time that you want.” “That’s really nice to know Lea but there’s work to be done out there. We’ll talk again later.” As Ben walked passed me to go to the bar his right arm was very close to my chest. He was wearing a shirt but the sleeves were rolled up and the flesh of his forearm lightly brushed against one of my nipples causing me to moan. Ben turned, looked at me and smiled. The night was much the same as the previous night with the main exception that Noah and Seth came in about half way through. I bought them a drink and they went and sat with my dad and Ted who was there without Beth. When I was going round collecting empties I made sure that I bent over in front of them and I heard them talking about my pussy as I got on with my job. There was also a group of young men inside and they wanted selfies and spreadies with me. I obliged and was a little surprised, and happy, when we were on the last spreadie and the 2 of them that were holding me up walked all around the pub letting everyone, including my dad, Seth Noah and Ted, see my spread pussy. I, of course, was pretending to object and I kept telling them to put me down but I’m happy to say that they didn’t until everyone in the pub had seen my spread pussy. “Enjoy that did you Lea?” Ben asked when I managed to get back behind the bar. “Don’t answer that Leanne,” Ben continued, “you face has answered it for me.” When things started to quieten down my dad came over to tell me that Noah and Seth would be walking me home and him and Ted left. I bought Noah and Seth another drink. A little later Ben said, “That thing that we were talking about earlier, can you come back in the morning Lea?” “My pleasure Ben.” I replied and went outside to collect the remaining empties. I had to ask Seth to carry my earnings and tips home for me which again was over £200. As we started walking Seth said, “Quite a lucrative job you’ve got the Lea, it almost makes me wish that I was a girl.” “Yes, being a girl certainly has its advantages and right now I’m really happy that I am a girl.” About half way home I stopped and got on my hands and knees and said, “Fuck me guys.” They did, right in the middle of the street with houses down either side. I didn’t know and didn’t care if anyone saw us. When we got to my house Seth gave me my money and I gave him back what I owed him then I went round the back, had a quick shower then went inside, put my money away and got dried. Then I went looking for daddy’s phone and sent Mac’s number to my phone. Then I climbed into bed and snuggled up to my sleeping father. ***** When I woke up daddy was still asleep, thankfully, and I gently got up onto my knees, straddled him and lowered myself onto his morning woody. As I slowly lifted up the lowered myself I looked down at his face and when he opened his eyes I took his hands and put them on my tits. “Morning daddy.” “Morning Princess, hey, you shouldn’t be doing that.” “Why not, you’re enjoying it aren’t you?” “Well yes, but I was asleep.” “Well if that’s the best reason you can give for not doing it I’m going to wake you every morning like this.” Daddy looked defeated and happy as I increased the speed of my riding him and before long he started to cum inside me. That feeling made me cum then I collapsed down on his chest. “Thank you daddy, I’ve wanted to do that for ages.” “No, thank you Lea, I too have wanted to do that for ages.” “Well I’ve told you what I’m going to do daddy and I will only stop when either I go to university or you start fucking a girlfriend.” Daddy hugged me and said nothing. “I’m sure that there’s no need for you to shave your pussy twice a day.” Daddy said as he watched me under the outside shower. “I want it to be as smooth as a babies bottom all the time daddy.” “You know that you can get laser thingies that will stop the hair growing don’t you Lea?” “I’d forgotten about those daddy, now that I’ve got some money I’ll see about getting one. Are you going to Mac’s place today?” “Yes. Is that a problem?” “No, just so long as you ask his sister out.” “I don’t know that she will be there.” “Well if she is.” “We’ll see, we’ll see. I’ll probably call in at the supermarket on my way home, is there anything special that you want me to get?” “Nope, Ben wants to see me later, I think that he might me wanting to offer me some more work. Oh, I’m going out with Seth and Noah on Thursday evening, an 18th birthday party and I might be late back.” “No problem, enjoy yourself there?” “I will daddy.” My pussy tingled a bit at the thought of all those rugby players seeing me naked. Just as soon as daddy had left I phoned Mac and asked him what his sister thought of my dad. “She likes him, has done for years Leanne. She tried to get him to ask her out years ago but he said that you were his number one priority.” “Sugar, well I’ve left school now and I’ll be off to university in September so there’s nothing stopping them getting together now is there?” “I guess not.” “Well Mac how about you bring her to the pub in the village on Friday night, I’ll make sure that he’s there.” “That sounds good Leanne, I’ll work on that.” “Oh Mac, just to let you know, I’m working at the pub on a Friday and Saturday night so you’ll see an awful lot of me, I hope that neither of you are at all prudish.” “No we’re not but what do you mean?” “It will be a surprise that I’m sure you will like. Remember not to tell my dad anything or ask him any questions that might make him think that we’re matchmaking.” “Don’t worry Leanne, my mouth is zipped.” “Thanks Mac, see you on Friday.” A couple of hours later I walked naked up to the pub. It was all locked up so I had to bang on the door. After Ben let me in he said, “Were you really serious about what you said Lea?” “Yes, anytime Ben.” “Come here girl.” Ben ate my pussy and fucked me on the tables, on the bar and over the backs of some of the chairs, and nearly an hour later he was finished and unable to fuck me any more. My pussy was a bit sore and I sat with my legs open letting it cool down while Ben poured us a drink. “Thank you Lea. It’s been a long time, too long.” “Ben, I told you, anytime, just tell me to get my knickers off. Ha, well you know what I mean.” “Yes I do, and if there’s anything that I can do for you.” “You just did Ben.” I left the pub just as a couple of oldies were arriving. “Working on a Sunday lunchtime as well Leanne?” One of them asked. “Sorry, no, I was just sorting something out with Ben.” “Oh well, maybe we’ll see you around the village Leanne.” “I’m sure that you will, I’ll be around until the middle of September.” I spent most of the afternoon with Seth searching for a good laser hair remover and I used daddy’s credit card to buy one and made a note to talk to daddy about getting a credit card of my own. I’d got a bank account but I’d need a credit card as well. Seth and I spent the rest of the afternoon fucking in the back garden hoping that daddy didn’t come home and catch us. Although we’d not actually talked about it I knew that he knew that I was fucking both Seth and Noah. I just didn’t want him to see us in action. Daddy didn’t catch us and I spent the rest of the day lazing around then helping daddy unload and put away the groceries then watching a movie. In bed daddy was more relaxed and he ate my pussy before fucking me with my feet up, over and on the bed above my head. ***** The first 3 days of the week were relatively quiet but on the Tuesday the 3 of us were on the farm ploughing and cutting the tops off a field of potatoes. On the Thursday morning my new laser hair remover arrived and I greeted the postman when I heard his van stop outside. It wasn’t a surprise for him to see me naked as he’d seen me walking around the village a couple of times, but this was close up and my pussy tingled when we got close. Or maybe it was because I knew what he was delivering and my mates an I were going to use it on me just as soon as I could rip the wrappings off. Seth, Noah and myself spent a good couple of hours getting rid of every trace of hair that we could find all around my pussy and butt. It took so long because we had to stop twice to take care of a few urgent needs for release. Seth and Noah went home before daddy got home and when daddy did get home I asked him if I looked any different. When he looked me up and down I said, “No, my pussy daddy.” Daddy studied my pussy then put his hand on it, moved it around causing me to moan a little then said, “Nope, smooth as ever, what have you done? Have you got a vibrator inside although I can’t feel it vibrating?” “No daddy, I’ve laser treated the whole area, I should never find another hair down there again.” “Have you read the user manual Lea?” “No, not yet.” “Well you may find that you have to have a few follow-up sessions.” “That’s okay, I can live with that. I’m going to do my armpits next.” “Good for you Lea, that should make life a little easier for you.” “Yes, have you remembered that I’m going to that party tonight daddy?” “Yes I have, do you need lift anywhere?” “No, someone is going to come and pick us up.” “So it’s all 3 of you then?” “Yes daddy, no need for you to worry, Noah and Seth will be looking out for me.” “Good. Well you enjoy yourself.” “I will daddy.” As I said that I felt my pussy tingle a bit at the thought of what was, hopefully, to come. Daddy watched me shower outside as I got ready then he went off down to the farm to talk to Ted about something which left me free to go out and not have to explain to daddy why I was going out naked and then him worry about me keeping safe. Seth, Noah and the 100% naked me were stood outside the pub at 7 pm waiting for Damon to pick us up. We didn’t have to wait long and when he pulled up and got he he said, “Coming ready for action Leanne.” “You did say that it was a ‘come as you are party’ and I was naked when you invited me Damon. “I did and I’m pleased to see that you did what I said, most girls would have at least put a dress on.” “I’m not most girls.” “You certainly are not. Hi guys, I’m Damon, the captain of the rugby team. If you have any problems or concerns tonight you come to me and we’ll sort it. Leanne, not that I’m expecting you to have any problems but if you do just shout ‘Rhubarb’ and the 3 of us will come running won’t we guys?” Both Noah and Seth nodded their heads. “Leanne, as much as I would like you to ride up front with me I think that it would be best if you sat in the back, the windows are only tinted at the back.” Damon was right, I would have been on display to everyone around and I could see that that potentially could have been a problem driving through town so I climbed into the back alongside Noah while Seth climbed into the front. There wasn’t much conversation between Noah and me but I could hear that Seth and Damon were talking but it wasn’t loud enough for me to make out what they were saying. It was a bit strange driving through the city even though I was in the back of the car with tinted windows. It was very different to when Seth and Noah had been fingering me on the school bus. Damon parked quite close to the entrance of the rugby club and we all got out. Damon came round to my side of the car and said, “Nervous?” “A little.” I replied, “I’m not on home territory.” “I can understand that but you’ll be fine, just imagine that it’s the pub that your walking in to.” As we walked to the door I tweaked my nipples, put my hand down to my pussy to confirm that my clit wasn’t hiding, pulled it to make sure that it was as long as it could be, then walked through the door with my pussy tingling something rotten. The room quickly went deadly silent as all heads turned to look at me and the tingling suddenly got a lot stronger. “Guys, for those of you who didn’t see her last weekend this is Leanne and she’s come here to liven up the party and to make the birthday boy happy. Luke, where are you?” Luke stood up and everyone cheered. “Come over here Luke.” Damon said. I was smiling as Luke walked over and I thought that he looked quite cute. “Luke this is Leanne, Leanne this is Luke the birthday boy.” I leant forwards, kissed Luke on his cheek and said, “Happy Birthday Luke.” Whilst I was saying that Luke put his hands on my sides just below my little tits causing me to shiver a little. “Go and get the girl a drink Luke.” Damon said, “and get her bouncers a pint as well.” Luke went off followed by Noah and Seth. “I’ll leave you to get to know the lads Leanne. Remember Rhubarb.” “What! Oh yes.” I replied. I didn’t get the chance to think much because the guy at the nearest table all started to talk to me at once. The nearest guy patted his thigh and added, “Sit here Leanne and tell us all about yourself.” So I did, putting an arm round his shoulder. Obviously I didn’t tell him everything, just where I lived, that I was going to university in September, that I worked in the village pub dressed like I was and that I liked being naked. Although I did add a little more detail and he did ask me a few questions that I answered, sometime with not a lot of detail and sometimes with a little lie giving him the answers that I knew he wanted to hear. As I was talking 2 things happened, firstly Luke handed me a drink, and secondly I started to feel something hard under my butt. “Don’t hog her too much Pete, it’s my birthday not yours.” “Don’t worry Luke, there’ll be plenty of time for you to get your hands on her.” It was then that I realised that Pete’s hands were getting a bit adventurous. One was on my thigh close to my pussy and the other was round me and pressing on the lower part of one of my tits. I took a sip of my drink then stood up and said, “Who’s next?” Basically I went round all the guys in there except Luke, Damon, the barman and sat on their laps. I don’t think that even one of them didn’t have a hard-on that pressed into my butt when I sat down. As I moved on from table to table my glass seemed to manage to fill itself somehow and the hands got more and more adventurous and my legs appeared to stop being able to close themselves. I made it down one side of the room and found myself sitting on Noah’s lap. “You’ve got a hard-on as well Noah.” I said as I sat on his lap. “What do you expect mate, and I suppose that you’re leaving a wet patch on my jeans just like everyone else.” “Probably but I can’t help it.” “I know.” It was the same on Seth’s lap, him asking how many times I’d been finger fucked. “About 5 I think, I haven’t been counting.” I replied. I moved to the other side of the room and started by sitting on the nearest lap and started answering very much the same questions whilst getting my tits groped and my pussy kept wet by the fingers that kept invading me and wagging about. The drinks kept coming and by the time I got to the end of row of tables there was only one table left with 2 guys sat at it, Damon and Luke. I went to Damon first and as I approached him he said, “Are you going to stain my jeans as well Leanne?” “Don’t you want me to sit on your lap Damon?” “Silly question Leanne, come here.” Damon didn’t ask lots of question, he was more interested in asking me if I’d let everyone take photographs and what I was going to do with Luke. “Is he a virgin?” I asked. “I think so, he’s hasn’t had a girlfriend in the last 3 years that I know of.” “Then I guess that I’d better do something about that, find a condom for him to use but first the photos.” Damon stood up taking me with him then lowering me to the floor then got everyone’s attention and said, “Right guys, before the main event who’s got their phones with them and wants a selfie with Leanne?” It wasn’t just selfies it was spreadies as well and for the next half an hour or so I spent as much time being held up in the air with my legs spread wide as I did with my feet on the floor. When that was finally over I walked over to Luke, stood in front of him and said, “Well birthday boy it’s your lucky day, stand up.” He did and I slowly started to undress him to a lot of cheering. In a way I felt a bit sorry for him, it must have been difficult for him standing there while all his mates were watching him and expecting him to perform in front of them, but I wasn’t going to stop what I was going to do. If he was a virgin when he came into that room he wasn’t going to be one when he left. When I got him down to his boxers I turned to Damon and told him to clear a table which happened in seconds, then I gently pushed Luke back so that he was laying in the table. There were lots more cheers when I pulled Luke’s boxers off and his quite reasonable hard-on sprang out. I spread his legs the practised my blowjob skills stopping when I thought that he he might be getting close. Then I climbed up onto the table and stood with my feet either side of his ribs. Looking down at Luke’s face I said, “Are you ready Luke?” Luke nodded. I turned, took the condom off Damon and rolled it onto Luke’s cock. “Ready?” I asked Luke again but I didn’t wait for an answer. I didn’t lower my pussy to his cock, instead I went down onto my knees and lowered my pussy onto his face. Luke knew what to do and his tongue got busy. I have to say that he was as good as Seth and Noah and before long I knew that I had an orgasm building. I couldn’t decide whether or not to get off his mouth and impale myself on his cock and cum that way or to stay where I was and to cum on both his face and his cock. I didn’t get to decide because Luke gently pulled on my clit with his teeth causing me to cum instantly. My body shook as I swore at the pleasure but I didn’t get up until the orgasm was nearly gone, then I quickly got up and moved my pussy down to his cock and impaled myself. I guessed that Luke wouldn’t last long so I quickly went up and down, more interested in trying to make myself cum again rather that in Luke’s happy ending. I was right about Luke but luckily, and in spite of there being a condom in the way, I felt him shoot his load inside me and that was enough to make me cum again. Even though I was cumming I still managed to go up and down until I felt Luke start to soften. Then I just sat there with his softening cock still inside me as we both got our breath back. It was about then that I realised that all Luke’s team mates were still cheering him. Finally I pushed myself up and jumped off the table then I took the condom off Luke’s soft cock and emptied it into my mouth to a lot more cheering. Luke’s deflowering (if he had been a virgin) was over and I was happy that everyone there had seen the naked me taking his virginity. I was a happy Leanne and by the looks of it Luke was quite happy as well. Damon was looking after his team and their guests and he put another drink into my hand as I sat down, not feeling too energetic at that moment. The fun and games were over and the evening was winding down with people starting to leave. Damon put his hand in a pocked, pulled out an envelope and gave it to me. “What’s this?” I asked. “We had a whip-round for you.” “I can’t take that, I’ve had too much fun to get paid.” “No, I insist Leanne.” “No.” “Yes Leanne. There’s enough of us left to hold you down while I roll that envelope and push it up your cunt.” “I might like that.” “Seriously Leanne take it. If for no other reason than I’d have to hand it back and I don’t know who gave me what.” I admitted defeat and took the envelope. “Thank you Damon.” “No, thank you Leanne, you made a lot of the team happy tonight. Now, are you ready to be taken home?” I looked over to Noah and Seth and they looked ready so I nodded my head and we all got into Damon’s car. I rode shotgun with Noah and Seth in the back. No one said much, only a bit of small-talk and before long we were stopping outside the pub. The guys got out of the back as I again thanked Damon for an enjoyable evening, adding that he should come to the pub again. Then I kissed his cheek and got out. “Getting all girly Lea, all this cheek kissing.” Noah said as Damon’s car disappeared. “Well thanks to you 2 I’ve discovered that I am a girl.” “Why is it our fault Lea?” “If you hadn’t of been staring at my pussy when I fell off my bike and got all wet I might not have realised that I like men looking at me like this.” “So it’s our fault.” Noah said. “Yep, and this is for you 2.” I handed Seth the envelope saying, “Your wages for being my bodyguards.” Seth looked in the envelope and said, “Bloody hell Lea, there’s a lot of money in here.” “And it’s yours so that you can keep buying me ice creams and drinks when were out and I have nowhere to carry my money.” By then we were outside Noah’s and Seth’s houses and we split up saying ‘goodnight’ to each other. I knew that I must smell of booze so I went and had a quick outside shower then went in and dried myself before climbing into bed next to my sleeping dad. ***** I woke thinking that I was dreaming that someone was licking my pussy but quickly realised that it wasn’t a dream, It was daddy’s head that I could see down between my legs. “Not that I’m complaining daddy but what happened to all this incest crap?” “I decided that you were right.” Daddy replied a few minutes later. The thought of daddy making me cum made me cum and as I was cumming he stopped licking and moved up and fucked me in the missionary position. Daddy hadn’t waited long after I had started cumming and his thrusting in and out of me took me back up there again quickly. I was in mid second orgasm of the day when he tensed then started shooting his load deep inside me. “That was wonderful daddy.” I finally managed to say. “Yes it was Princess but I have to go to work.” “What time is it?” I asked. “I woke up early and saw you and I just couldn’t resist you any more.” “Good, so does that mean that you are going to fuck me every day until you find a girlfriend and start fucking her.” “That depends on if I can find one before you go off to university.” “You’d better get looking dad, do you want any help?” “Maybe, we’ll talk over the weekend. You stay there and go back to sleep, you had a late night last night, was it good?” “Yes thanks daddy, it was great.” I resisted the urge to tell him what I’d arranged for that evening, turned on my side, cupped my pussy with one hand and closed my eyes. I woke up again just before lunchtime to find Seth sitting on the bed looking down at me. Sometime while sleeping I’d turned onto my back spread my legs and was still cupping my pussy. “Nice dream was it Lea? Your hand was busy when I came in, you looked beautiful.” “Don’t you dare go all sloppy with me Seth.” “I won’t, I can wait.” “What the fuck do you mean by that?” “Nothing. Hey there was over £200 in that envelope last night.” “Good, you can put it towards a motorbike or however you’re going to get to college.” “Yeah, I’m going to have to start thinking about that. So did you enjoy fucking that Luke last night?” “He was okay, a bit like you and Noah when we first started fucking but we have all learnt over the weeks and you’re now a lot better than Luke was last night. You and Noah know what I like.” “Thanks, so what are we doing today?” “I’m going to have a lazy day doing nothing, I’m working tonight remember?” “I hadn’t forgotten, I might come along and see you now that I’ve got some money. I might go and see Noah, see if he’s thought about how to get to college yet.” “Okay, seeya sometime Seth.” Seth left me still laying on the bed totally naked. I eventually got around to getting up and having some breakfast then I did the chores that had to be done then went and layout in the sun, determined to have a few quiet hours before what would probably be a hectic evening. I had the tea ready for dad when he got home and as we ate I asked him what time he was go to the pub. “I wasn’t planning to go until later on, to walk you home.” “Dad, I’m a big girl now, I don’t need you to lookout for me all the time, besides Seth and Noah will be there, they can hang around and walk back with me. Why don’t you come early then you can come home early and get a good nights sleep ready to wake me up like you did this morning.” “Hmm, I’d like that.” “So would I. So it’s a plan then?” “Okay Lea.” After tea and clearing up I went and had an outside shower and asked daddy to check me to make sure that no hairs had escaped the laser treatment and had started growing. Neith of us could find any but daddy was feeling a bit naughty so we had a bit of fun on the grass. It was a good job that I’d started getting ready early because I had to have another shower. After getting dried I went up to my room to finish getting ready. Then I got out one of daddy’s smart shirts and trousers and told him to wear those to the pub. “What’s wrong with that I’m wearing right now?” “Humour please daddy. I want my father to be the most handsome man there tonight.” “Okay, but I don’t see what the big deal is, it’s only a village pub.” “Humour please dad.” “For you Princess I will.” “Good, now I’m off, you get smartened up and I’ll see you in a bit.” As I walked to the pub I just hoped that Mac wouldn’t let me down. Ben was his usual cheerful self and things soon started to get busy. Then Mac and a woman walked in. It had been a few years since I had actually seen Mac and I wasn’t 100% sure that it was him so I went over to him and what I hoped was his sister Angie. “Mac, that is you isn’t it?” “Bloody hell, is that you Leanne, you never told me that you’d be naked.” “Yes it’s me Mac, and you must be Angie, I’m so pleased that you came.” “So why are you naked Leanne?” Mac said as I shook Angie’s hand. “Naked barmaid, Fridays and Saturdays, it’s not a problem for either of you is it?” “Hell no Leanne, I can remember you running around like that when you were little.” Mac said then turned to his sister and said, “Angie, this Leanne, Harry’s daughter, Leanne this is my sister Angie.” “Hi Angie.” I said, I hope that this nude thing isn’t upsetting you, I get lots of tips that will help me when I go to university.” “Not at all Leanne,” Angie said, “if you’ve got it flaunt it is what I always say. Good on you girl.” “So how about you join me Angie, you’ve certainly got what it takes.” I said. “No, no, I couldn’t, I’m old enough to be your mother.” “So what, you’re still a looker.” I replied. “You need a man to appreciate you Sis.” Mac said. “Maybe.” I took their drinks order and pointed them to the last free table. When I took their drinks to them Mac said, “I still can’t get over you Leanne, you used to be so shy, your dad had to coax you out from behind the sofa to come and talk to us, and look at you now, letting the whole pub see everything that you’ve got.” “Not that I’ve got much to see,” I said cupping my little tits. ”I guess that I just decided that I should have some fun before I’m too old.” “And why not?” Angie asked. “You look as though you are still young enough to have some fun Angie. You should join me.” “I don’t think so.” Angie replied. I went and got on with my work, bending over and flashing my pussy at every opportunity and I know that Mac and Angie would have got an eyeful at least once, if they looked. About an hour later I saw my father coming through the door so I almost ran over to him, gave him a big hug and said, “Look who’s here dad.” I took his hand and led him over to Mac and Angie then I went and got them all a drink then left them to it. About 45 minutes later Mac came over to the bar whilst I was behind it. As I served him I asked him how it was going with my dad and Angie. “They’re talking and it sounds promising.” “Good, take these over to them then come back here and I’ll get you fixed up with a game of darts.” “I don’t play darts Leanne.” “You do now Mac.” Mac did deliver the drinks and come back to the bar and I took him over to the darts board where a couple of locals were playing darts and after introducing Mac I asked if they would do me a favour and teach Mac how to play. How could they refuse a naked 18 year old girl and I left Mac with them. I got on with my job and posed for selfies and spreadies both inside and outside as well as the normal tasks of a barmaid. I kept looking over to dad and Angie and they appeared to be getting on okay and at the end of the evening I went and kissed Mac on his cheek and thanked him, then watched the 3 of them walk out. Noah and Seth had come in towards the end of the evening and they walked me home. The lights were out and I wondered if Mac had left Angie there. I wouldn’t know until I got into the house but before that I needed Seth and Noah to take care of the strong tingling that I’d had for the last 3 hours. They again fucked me out on the street, Noah saying, “One of these times one of the villagers is going to be coming home late and catch us.” “I don’t care.” I said as my mouth came off his cock to get some air and let him know my feelings. I was unhappy when I looked into my father’s bedroom and saw that he was asleep on his own. After a trip to the bathroom I gently climbed in alongside him putting my arm over his chest. ***** It was me who woke up first and I quickly discovered his morning woody which I wasn’t going to waste. I was slowly riding his cock when his eyes opened and he said, “We shouldn’t.” “I’ll stop doing this the day that you take Angie out for a drink without Mac being there.” “Well you better make the most of that Lea because I’m taking her out tonight.” “Not to the village pub hope daddy.” “No, a restaurant in town.” I did make the most of what was probably going to be the last time that I fucked my father, riding him until we’d both cum then I got off him and licked his cock clean. There’s something about the taste of a man’s cum mixed in my juices that I just love. I has a quiet day at home with daddy which included me having to put a dress on for a while when we went to the supermarket but I did spend quite a bit of time bent over the back of the trolley and dad did tell me to stop flashing my pussy at everyone a few times. I helped daddy get dressed up got his date then asked him if he wanted me to stay over at Seth’s house that night. “No, my generation don’t jump into bed after a first date.” “So if I come home and you are on your own do you want me to climb in with you?” Daddy didn’t answer me. It was another successful evening at the pub with goodness knows how many photos with me in them being taken. What’s more my bank balance was starting to get quite healthy. Noah and Seth saw me home again and the roadside got used again. Then when I went inside I saw that daddy’s bed was empty so I went to my bed and fell asleep hoping that daddy as doing it with Angie somewhere. ***** I was disappointed when I woke up and went passed daddy’s room and saw that he was alone, still fast asleep. Deciding that he might need cheering-up I quietly lifted his bedsheet and was pleased to see a morning woody. Slowly and quietly I climbed on and impaled myself before waking him by going up and down on it. “Morning daddy.” I said when his eyes opened. “I guess that you and Angie didn’t end up in bed so I thought I’d give you a consolation fuck.” “That’s very kind of you Princess but you shouldn’t be doing that, I had a great night with Angie, and you’re right we didn’t end up in bed but things are looking good and I’m taking her out for the day in a couple of hours.” “In that Land Rover?” “Yes, she doesn’t mind not being very comfortable and it being a bit noisy.” “Well after we’ve finished here I’ll go and clean it for you daddy.” “Thank you Leanne but that’s not necessary. Ohhh, that’s it, go backwards and forwards as well. I picked up Angie in it last night and she didn’t complain.” “I’m still, oh daddy I’m gonna cum soon, going to clean it for you. You might want to fuck her in the back of it.” Shortly after that we both orgasmed then I went straight outside and got to work cleaning the Land Rover. It’s not his Rover, it comes with the job and he has to put all sorts of things in the back of it so it can get quite filthy and smelly so I did a good job of cleaning it including hosing it out. By the time I’d finished dad had had a bit of a nap, done his bathroom bit and got breakfast ready so we talked as we ate, me quizzing him about his date. I was reasonably happy about how things were going with him and Angie and just before he left to go and pick her up and I told him that I’d changed his bedsheets then disappear for the day, just in case. I had Sunday lunch with Seth’s family, none of them caring that they had a naked 18 year old at their dinner table, then we collected Noah and biked out to the woods. As we rode through the woods we saw a couple of dog walkers but we didn’t hang around to find out what they thought of the naked cyclist with a bit of a glazed expression on her face. We enjoyed a couple of hours fucking and talking in the meadow before pedalling back through the village to Ted’s farm for bit of skinny dipping. As we passed my house I saw that the Land Rover wasn’t there but I didn’t know if that was a good thing or a bad thing. When I finally went home at around 9 p.m. dad wasn’t there but I was pleased to see that the bed had been used and not made. It was a slightly happier Leanne that went to bed that night. ***** It was and wasn’t a happy me that slid into daddy’s bed early the next morning. I had wanted to use his morning woody but I had promised him that I’d stop fucking him after he started fucking Angie and I was eager to find out if I should climb on him or not. Fortunately my days of fucking my father had ended and I was happy for him. Over breakfast I asked him when she was coming back to the house because I wanted to talk to her to find out if it would be a problem for her me being naked all the time. I was happy when dad said that he was pretty sure that Angie wouldn’t mind but I needed to hear it from her, I didn’t want my nudity to become a problem for them. I was quite happy to find somewhere else to live for the next few weeks until I went to university. I was sure that Seth’s family or Ted and Beth at the farm or even Ben at the pub would give me a bed for a few weeks. It was the following Friday when I saw Angie again. It was when I was coming home from my night working at the pub. Seth and Noah had serviced me before I went into the house and I was and wasn’t surprised to see both daddy and Angie laying on daddy’s bed. Both were naked and both were fast asleep. I also observed that Angie had bald pubes just like me. I picked up my shower things and went outside to have a shower before going to my own bed to sleep. ***** I was getting breakfast ready when into the kitchen walked a naked Angie followed by my equally naked father. They had entered quietly and I jumped a little when Angie said, “Morning Leanne, did you sleep well?” “Oh, you startled me, yes thanks Angie, you both looked so peaceful when I got home so I’m guessing that both of you slept well as well.” “Yes thanks Princess.” Daddy replied. “I’ll get my breakfast and go outside to eat.” I said. “No Leanne,” Angie said, “unless that’s what you usually do, I don’t want anything to change just because I’m here, you two have been living on your own for so long and I don’t want you to change just because I’m here, and that includes you walking around like that Leanne. You father has told me that you’ve become a nudist for the summer and I expect that to continue, and I might even join you some of the time.” “Does that mean that you will come and work in the pub as a naked barmaid?” I asked. “No, I don’t think so I’m too old for that sort of thing.” “No you’re not Angie, tell her dad.” “I agree with Leanne Angie, you look amazing, but it’s you’re choice. If you want to do it I will support you but if you don’t I will respect that wish, and so will Leanne, won’t you Leanne?” “Of course daddy, I was just saying that Angie has the body to do the job.” “Fair enough Leanne but you’re right, Angie does have the body but it has to be her choice.” “Thank you Leanne,” Angie said, “but I’m too old to be running around and telling horny young men to take their hands off me.” I smiled at that then sat down and the naked 3 of us ate our breakfast. Angie spent each weekend with us until I left to go to university and we got on like a house on fire. Daddy and Angie didn’t go out much on a weekend so my fun with Seth and Noah was restricted to the woods or the swimming hole on weekends. One thing that did happen on a weekend, twice, was that daddy took Angie and me to the coast. First time it was just the 3 of us but the second time Seth and Noah came with us. The journeys there and back only took a couple of hours but in the Land Rover it felt like like twice that time. Daddy took us to a beach that is difficult to get to, along a dirt track. That wasn’t a problem for the Land Rover but it meant that there weren’t that many people there. Reluctantly I wore a dress for the journeys but as soon as we got there the dress came off and stayed in the Land Rover. Daddy led us to one end of the beach and I was pleased that Angie stripped off when we put our towels down. There wasn’t anyone within about 20 metres so it wasn’t that brave of Angie although she didn’t cover up when more people came and settled a lot closer than that. Me, on the other hand, used the excuse of leaving daddy and Angie to talk on their own while I wandered all over the whole beach. I didn’t ask daddy if it was an official nudist beach, I didn’t really care, it was a bit remote and besides, Daddy is a Park Ranger and the beach is part of the Park that daddy works for and their logo was on the Land Rover so if anyone was going to complain about my nudity it would be daddy that they’d complain to. Daddy insisted that Angie and I were covered in sunblock and he spent ages rubbing it onto the pair of us and he did linger quite a bit on Angie’s tits and pussy. I would have liked that to be me as well but Angie was his girl now. It was great wandering around totally naked and seeing people looking and staring at me, and my pussy was tingling all the time. I also explored the rocks at both ends of the beach and discovered a couple of much smaller beaches that I thought would be great for having some beach sex and I suggested to dad and Angie that they go and explore the ends of the beach. They did one time but I don’t know if the found the beaches or if they had sex there. Angie and I had packed a picnic and it was great just sitting and laying there looking out to sea and soaking up the sun. Every time that daddy and Angie got all lovey-dovey I got up and went for a walk. One time I went up to the car park on my own still totally naked and I smiled a the newcomers as they got out of their vehicles. The second time that we went to that beach Seth and Noah came with us. I sat in the back of the Land Rover between Noah and Seth and some of each journey was spent with one of their hands under my dress on my bare pussy. It wasn’t as good as the school bus journey’s but it did help to pass the time. I had been wondering if Angie was going to get naked when we got to the beach but as soon as daddy turned-off the engine Angie was out and pulling her dress up and off revealing that she too was naked under her dress. She wasn’t at all concerned that 2 18 year old boys were seeing her naked. I did the same and my dress again stayed in the Land Rover all day. After putting sunblock on Angie daddy threw the bottle to Seth and asked him to cover me. Seth shared the work with Noah but they both ignored my tits and pussy. After they’d done me I did them, but they kept their swim shorts on so I couldn’t have much fun. The boys had their swim shorts on all day but none of us went swimming in the sea. The North Sea is very cold even in the middle of summer. What the 3 of us did do was wander all over the beach and the rocks and we made use of the private little beaches to make up for the lost sex time. Everything else went much the same for the rest of the summer holidays. I earned quite a lot of money working at the pub and nowhere near as much working on the farm. We helped Ted lifting the potatoes, ploughing and sowing some seeds in the fields. There was plenty of skinny dipping with both Beth and Ted joining us at times. Daddy’s romance seemed to going well and I stopped worrying about daddy being lonely once I’d moved out. Damon from the rugby club phoned me towards the end of the August and the 3 of us went to another 18th birthday party with another young man losing his virginity to my pussy. As Damon drove us home that night I realised that I was going to miss taking the virginity of 18 year old guys with lots of other guys watching me. Noah and Seth both got themselves little motorbikes to go to college on and at the same time their parents paid for driving lessons for them. Understandably they would rather that their son’s were inside a car than just sat on a ‘death machine’ as Seth’s mum called motor bikes. All in all it was an amazing summer that I would love to do all over again. I just hoped that the next summer, after my first year at university, would be just as memorable,

Sabine Get a New Job bySabineteas© After all the things that had happened to Sabine at work, she was constantly looking for a new job. It wasn't that she didn't like what she was doing work-wise, but the continual having to undress and be shown off was wearing on her. It took a while but she finally found something. She interviewed with the new potential boss, Jennifer, and felt she did well on the interview. Several weeks later Sabine was called back for a second interview which made her very excited. After this interview, Jennifer offered her a position as Jennifer's assistant and the pay was quite a bit higher than what Sabine had been making. She happily accepted, told Jennifer that she had to give two weeks notice and they arranged for her start date. What Sabine didn't know was that Jennifer knew Diane and was very well aware of what Sabine had been doing at her current work. Jennifer also thought that Sabine could be "fixed" up to be more attractive and professional, rather than the mousy girl that she was presently. Jennifer was definitely bi-sexual and thought that she would really like to be the dominant partner in a relationship. Sabine, according to Diane, seemed to be a fairly good prospect for a submissive. That's why Jennifer was willing to offer Sabine a much better job than she had. After all, it wasn't her money that was going to be paying Sabine, but the firm's and if things didn't work out, well Sabine could always be let go. There was a one month probationary period for this job. The training would take two weeks, Jennifer could do a bit of a makeover on the girl in the third week and that would leave the last week of the probationary period to find out how compliant Sabine would actually be. Jennifer couldn't wait to see how this all would play out. She was very excited. Almost as much as Sabine was. A little bit about the two women. Sabine is now 35, dirty blonde, with medium size breasts, a fairly decent overall shape, about 5'6" tall, perhaps 130lbs. Jennifer is 46, her hair is tinted to a white blond, rather large breasts, a very good shape, 5'9" tall, and 120lbs. Sabine is pursued by men but she looks plain, it's the body that attracts men. Jennifer is very good looking and has men around her constantly. The two weeks of Sabine's training went well, as Jennifer had hoped. In the third week Sabine moved to her new desk outside of Jennifer's office and during long lunches with her boss, Sabine was given new clothes by Jennifer. Expensive new clothes. Sabine was surprised by this, objected to Jennifer's paying for them, but was convinced by Jennifer to accept them. "I must have a professional looking and decent looking woman as my assistant, Sabine." Sabine was very happy, not knowing what was coming.  Friday afternoon Jennifer and Sabine took off and Jennifer took Sabine to an expensive hair salon. Her hair was cut and styled by a man and really complemented Sabine. By no means was she beautiful, but she was very striking with the new hairstyle, hair color and her shapely body. The new clothes didn't hurt either. And, Sabine being naïve, didn't think much of the money that Jennifer had spent on her. This even after all that had happened to the woman with Diane. It was fairly foolish of her to not be suspicious. Sabine was just too happy to be away from Diane to think that Jennifer would be anything like her. After the hair styling and nice dinner Jennifer told Sabine that she needed her to be in early on Monday morning, before 8AM. Sabine assured Jennifer that she would be there early. She spent Saturday out shopping for a new car and essentially spent most of her increase in pay to buy one. So now, Sabine had pretty much trapped herself into the new job. If she quit she could not afford her apartment, living expenses and car payments, even if she found a job immediately. But at this point that was not a concern to her. Sabine was just happy to be away from Diane and the humiliations she had endured. Sabine spent the weekend before the last week of her probation taking two drives with her new car, laying out the new clothes that Jennifer had bought her and thinking of how happy and lucky she was. Jennifer spent the weekend thinking of what she was going to attempt with her new assistant and masturbating over those thoughts. Jennifer could not wait until Monday morning! And Monday morning arrived. As she had been told, Sabine arrived early, just before 7:30AM, and hurried to her desk outside Jennifer's office. She hung up her coat and put her purse in the bottom drawer of her desk and walked confidently to Jennifer's door and knocked. "Come in!" Sabine walked and smiled at her new boss, Jennifer. She had dressed in what she thought was the best of the new clothes that Jennifer had bought for her and she did look good, really good. Sabine shut the door to Jennifer's office and smiling walked to the large desk which Jennifer sat behind, leaning back and smiling like a Cheshire cat. Sabine pulled back a side chair and began to sit down. "Don't!" She stopped, shocked and looked at Jennifer. Sabine was now very unsure of herself. "Did I do something wrong?" "No. Just step back a bit, I want to take a look at you." Hesitantly Sabine stepped back two steps, still in front of the large desk. "Turn around, slowly." Sabine did as she was told, turning slowly, but slightly clumsily. She was feeling uncomfortable, very nervous. As she faced Jennifer once more she saw her smiling. Sabine began to relax. Jennifer couldn't be angry with her, she was smiling. And then..... "Sabine, I have to tell you something." Sabine's stomach sank. She was fearful of losing this new job that she had been so happy to get. "You weren't aware that Diane and I know each other, were you?" As the last statement registered in Sabine's brain her mouth opened in a small oval and her eyes widened. She felt as though she had just swallowed a rock which was now sitting in her stomach. She paled and felt dizzy and grasped the back of the chair to her right, barely catching herself. "Well, obviously, from your reaction, you think that I know what had been going on at your last place of employment. And if you think that, you are correct. I know exactly what you have been doing Sabine." Now Sabine's stomach clenched around that rock that had grown in size to a small boulder. This couldn't be happening to her, not again! "Most employers would be most unhappy to know what you had been doing, in fact many of them wouldn't even think of hiring you, Sabine. However, I am not most employers." Most of what Jennifer was saying did register with Sabine and her stomach began to unclench, slightly. "But, I do have certain desires and needs, Sabine. Desires and needs that I think you would do perfectly in fulfilling." Sabine's stomach began to clench tighter. "Just so we fully understand each other dear, here, at my home and your apartment, as a matter of fact, whenever you are with me, Sabine, I am the boss and my word is law. Do you understand that?" "Uh, y-y-es." "Good. Now just keep in mind that my word is law, Sabine. Don't ever forget that." "N-n-no, I w-w-won't" The poor girl was shuddering, eyes wide and heart beating very fast. Jennifer smiled but it wasn't a friendly smile, it was like a crocodile's smile. One that appears friendly at first blush but when you study it, you know it was not at all friendly. "I'm very glad that we understand each other Sabine. Now, remove your clothes, all of them." Sabine almost fainted! She could just stare at Jennifer. Oh she understood what had been said, it was just such a shock she felt paralyzed. "Was there something that I said that was in a foreign language Sabine?" "N-n-no." "Well then...." "I don't want to ......" "Look Sabine, I didn't hire you and pay you the kind of money I am because I am a philanthropist. And from what I know of your finances you really can't afford to lose this job. I am sure that you are capable of doing what I need from you from a work standpoint. But, as I said, I have certain desires and needs. And seeing you naked, right now, is one of them. So you can strip or you can take your fat ass out of here. Perhaps Diane will hire you back..." Sabine hung her head. Her grip on Jennifer's chair was the only thing keeping her from falling to her knees. She thought she had gotten away from Diane and her perversity and now it appeared that she really hadn't. Very slowly Sabine unbuttoned her smart, new suit jacket and removed it. She laid it across the back of the chair she had been gripping to keep standing. Next she toed off her shoes, new comfortable low heels. Indecision painted her face as she looked down, trying to decide what to remove next. "For God's sake Sabine, hurry up!" Sabine hurriedly unbuttoned the silk blouse and that joined the jacket, then the skirt that matched the jacket. Now she was standing in her bra, a plain white cotton one, pantyhose and panties. Stalling as much as possible, she thumbed the pantyhose past her hips and slowly rolled them down and off. She looked at Jennifer, begging to stop with her eyes but she didn't see any compassion there at all. Finally Sabine reached behind her back and unclasped the bra and slipped it off. One arm automatically went over her medium sized tits and the other hand pushed her panties down, one side then the other until they succumbed to gravity and slid down to Sabine's ankles. She unsteadily lifted her feel out of them and the pantyhose, bra and panties joined her other clothes, an untidy pile of undergarments on top of a fashionable suit. One hand clamped between Sabine's thighs and the other arm was across her chest, hiding her as much as possible. "Come here, please." Sabine slowly walked around the desk and Jennifer moved back so Sabine could stand with her back to the desk, Jennifer right in front of her. "Now, Sabine, lift your fat ass up on my desk, lean back on your arms and spread your legs, please." Sabine shuddered and backed up until her ass hit the edge of the desk and she eased herself up on it but she couldn't move her arms. She just sat there. "Oh for God's sake, Sabine!" Jennifer stood up, took one of Sabine's arms and put it back, the palm resting on the desk top. Then the she took the other and placed it the same so Sabine was leaning back a bit. The with a dirty smirk Jennifer grasped each of Sabine's knees and pushed them out, spreading her legs. Then she sat back down and looked over Sabine. Poor Sabine's face was bright red and she was breathing fast. And unfortunately her nipples were hard as diamonds and sticking right out at Jennifer. Without even being touched! "Sabine, you will do just fine. I have a few questions for you, ready?" Sabine didn't respond other than looking at Jennifer. "You are not a virgin, correct?" "N-no, I am not." "Is your asshole virgin?" "YES!" "Ever been with a woman?" "NO!" "How many men have you been with?" "That is none of your business!" "I'll let that pass for now, but you will tell me, Sabine, don't doubt that for a minute! And keep your legs open!" "Do you suck cock?" Sabine just glared at Jennifer. The nerve of that woman! "If you have, fine, if not, you will be soon, Sabine." "Do you masturbate?" Another glare with silence. "Well if you do masturbate, you won't have to anymore, Sabine." Jennifer rolled her chair up with her feet, right between Sabine's spread open legs. "You won't have to masturbate because I enjoy doing this among other things, Sabine." And poor Sabine gasped as she felt a finger go right up her pussy! "My goodness, you are nice and wet Sabine!" Jennifer giggled and easily slid another finger inside Sabine's pussy, her thumb resting on top of Sabine's clit. With her other hand she reach up and cupped one of Sabine's tits and gently rolled the erect nipple between a thumb and finger as she rubbed Sabine's clit and thrust in and out of her pussy. Sabine's face began to burn as she turned bright red! Jennifer kept finger fucking Sabine and toying with her nipples and unfortunately Sabine was really responsive. Before long Sabine was gently moving her hips to the thrusting fingers and soon it wasn't gentle movement at all. All of which embarrassed Sabine to no end! But what was really embarrassing was that she didn't really resist and before long she felt the onset of an orgasm and even then she didn't stop Jennifer. Then Sabine's hands moved from the top of the Jennifer's desk, but not to stop her, to press the hand fondling her tit harder against her and the one finger fucking her hard up pressed to her pussy as she ground her hips on Jennifer's fingers and palm. And then Sabine peaked and her orgasm flooded into and through her. And all the way through it, Sabine humped Jennifer's hand and moaned. When the orgasm ended Sabine slumped back, barely catching herself with her hands and Jennifer pulled her fingers out of her, looked at them, smirked and lifted them to Sabine's mouth. "Lick them clean, Sabine, you'll get used to the taste of pussy soon, you may as well start now." Sabine didn't even think, she just opened her lips and Jennifer's fingers slid inside her mouth and Sabine sucked and licked them clean. Then Jennifer stood up, walked around the desk to the pile of Sabine's clothes and picked up her bra, panties and pantyhose. Those went in the garbage can next to Jennifer's desk. "Dress code Sabine. You cannot wear a bra. You may keep three pairs of panties at your apartment for when you have a period. No period, no panties. You will not wear pantyhose, period. Here's my credit card for Dayton's or Marshall Fields. Buy several pairs of thigh high stockings, elastic tops. That is the only hosiery you are allowed to wear. I will check to see that you are obeying the dress code. Don't disappoint me. Now get dressed, go and buy the hose and put a pair on. Then come back to work and we'll start the day. You my use my private bathroom to wipe yourself off before you get dressed." Sabine slid off Jennifer's desk and dumbly walked to the private bathroom adjoining the office. She slowly wiped off her pussy and upper thighs and returned to slip on her skirt, blouse and suit jacket. She picked up Jennifer's credit card and stumbled out to her desk, sitting down heavily and cradling her head in her hands. How could this be happening to me again? HOW? Sabine sat for a few moments, feeling naked even though she had clothes on. She could feel her nipples, still erect, rubbing on her silk blouse as she breathed. She knew that they were not going to soften any time soon. She was embarrassed at how easily she removed her clothes, standing nude in front of Jennifer and she remembered how easily Jennifer's fingers had gone up her pussy. Could she be enjoying what was happening to her? Glancing about, seeing no one she moved her right hand down and under the skirt she had on. It moved upward, lifting the front of the skirt and her fingers touched her pussy lips. Oh God, I am still wet! The gentle touch on her lips made her abdomen clench and a tingle ran through her belly. Sabine hated herself, hated how easily she had done what she was told, even though it was the threat of losing her job that had made her do it. Really? Was it the threat of losing her job or just that Sabine had wanted to get naked in front of Jennifer? Did she fear becoming poor again or did she just want to get naked? She didn't know and that scared Sabine. She just didn't know. Sighing Sabine got up and left, heading to Marshall Fields where she purchased several pair of hose, stopped at rest room and in the privacy of a stall tore open a package and put a pair on. She smoothed her skirt down but on leaving she looked at the large mirror above the sinks. Shivering, Sabine slowly pulled her skirt up to her waist and gazed at the woman in the mirror. The woman she saw was holding her skirt to her waist, naked below it except for hose and the hose framed her hairy pussy. The elastic holding the hose up framed that pussy, one that seemed engorged and swollen. Sabine gazed at her, shivering and realizing how dirty the woman looked without panties, panties that she would be allowed for perhaps five days a month from here on. She lowered her skirt and slowly unbuttoned her suit jacket, opening it. Through the pale silk blouse two erect nipples and areola were clearly visible. Two very erect nipples. Sabine's hands went to her blouse and unbuttoned that too. Then her blouse was slowly pulled open and her bare tits appeared. Medium size tits, perhaps a large B cup, slightly sagging down, nipples proudly sticking out, thick and stiff from arousal. The darker brown areola showed out starkly against Sabine's pale white skin along with the hard points of her dark brown nipples. Without really thinking about what she was doing Sabine reached up, cupping her tits and lifting them to the mirror, her thumbs brushing lightly over her erect nipples and she gasped softly. She was aroused, damn it! Sabine forced herself to stop playing with her tits and nipples, buttoned her blouse and suit jacket and began the walk back to the office, all the while feeling cool air blowing up her skirt to tease her moist pussy lips.  Back at the office Jennifer had put together several pieces of work that she needed and Sabine almost forgot about not having a bra or panties on. It was when she had to get up and move around that she'd remember that she was naked under her blouse and skirt. By how the blouse fabric rubbed her nipples and how she felt cool air on her pussy. And to Sabine's surprise and happiness Jennifer wasn't acting like Diane had at all. She left Sabine pretty much alone, not having her do things that were embarrassing or humiliating. Sabine was thinking later in the morning that other than losing her underwear and having Jennifer make her orgasm that it wasn't being all that bad of a day. Right after Sabine's lunch, however, Jennifer called her into the large corner office. Jennifer told Sabine to sit down which she did. "OK Sabine, we are going to discuss your future with the firm and me. As long as things go well, work wise, you will have nothing to fear about your job. If you do not understand something, just ask me, I will explain things to you. Now for our personal relationship, this is what is going on. I am bi-sexual, but at present I am not interested in a relationship with a man. You will become bi-sexual. This Is not a choice, it is your new reality. You will be required to expose yourself to people of my choosing, but I will not require that to happen on the job or with people that we work with. You will also be required to service my ex's. That does not include fucking, unless you want it to include fucking. But, it will include cock sucking. You will suck my ex's cocks, have them come in your mouth and you will swallow after showing me that you have made them come in your mouth. I will be allowed to fuck you however. That includes both of your holes. I do have a cock, Sabine. It doesn't come but otherwise it is the same as a man's and the good thing is it never gets soft. So, when I wish to make you orgasm, you will. You will also eat my pussy when I wish you to eat it. In case you don't know, that means kissing and licking my pussy. I may also wish you to eat the pussies of some of my friends. They will not be allowed to fuck you but they may, if they wish eat your pussy. I have some other toys and things that I will use on you. And last, I will spank you with my hands and with some other things that I have. Other than what I am going to request of you now, I will not make you get naked in this office or in front of anyone who works here, other than myself. Please lock the door." Sabine stood, walked to the door, locked it and then returned to her chair and sat down once more. She looked at Jennifer. "What makes you think that I am going to go along with any of this?" Jennifer smirked at Sabine. She leaned back in her large leather swivel chair. "Well for one, I have talked about you with Diane. No matter what you say, Sabine, Diane has told me that even with all your protesting about what she had you do, you got turned on by it, all of it. She doesn't mind that you left. She was getting concerned that everything was going to blow up on her. And then there was this morning. You certainly can't deny that you took off your clothes, right here, just because I told you to take them off. And you didn't protest when I played with you and you came, did you? So tell me Sabine, why, when I told you to strip, did you?" Sabine's face was slightly red and she looked down at the floor. "I don't know." Jennifer smirked again. "Stand up and take off your suit jacket and skirt Sabine." Sabine lifted her head and glared at Jennifer. Jennifer smirked at her again. "Do as you're told Sabine." Sabine sighed softly and stood. She slowly unbuttoned her suit jacket and removed it. She laid it on a side chair. Then, getting more red-faced, she undid and unzipped her skirt, pushing it down until it fell around her ankles. She bent over and picked it up, straightening it and laid it with her jacket. Jennifer smiled at her. "Unbutton your blouse and open it." Sabine once more glared at Jennifer but her hand went to the buttons of her blouse and she undid them, all of them. Then she slowly slid it open, exposing her tits and nipples to Jennifer along with her somewhat hairy pussy. Sabine shivered. She glanced at Jennifer who had a large smile on her face. "Now move your chair over here Sabine, sit on the edge of it and spread your legs as far apart as you can." Sabine did as she was told, her face getting redder, but not one word of complaint did she speak. Sitting on the edge of the chair, her ass hanging partly off of it, Sabine looked at Jennifer, seeing her broad smile and taking a deep breath she lifted her legs up and let them fall wide open. She held them up with her hands behind her thighs and shivered as she felt her pussy lips pull apart. "You like to have someone look at you, don't you Sabine?" Sabine glanced down her body, seeing her erect nipples and pussy hair. She couldn't see her pussy but she could just imagine what it looked like. Reddish, hidden by her light colored pubic hair, lips swollen and open, a pink, wet gash between her legs. She looked at Jennifer. "Yes, oh God yes, I like this!" Jennifer's smile got even wider. "So there won't be any no's or complaints from you when I tell you what I want you to do?" "I guess not, I mean it depends on what." "It depends on what I want Sabine, not what you want. And don't tell me that you won't do what I want either. Perhaps you may find some things difficult, embarrassing and humiliating, but you will do them. Now a rule for you. You no longer have a pussy Sabine, you will refer to it as your cunt. Let me hear you say it, please." Sabine's face turned redder. She hated that word! "I have a cunt." "Yes, you do Sabine. You have a cunt. So if I tell you to show your cunt to someone you will say, would you like to see my cunt?" "Would you like to see my cunt?" "Good girl!" Jennifer leaned back and smiled at Sabine, not a totally pleasant smile. "Reach down and open up your cunt for me, please." Sabine shuddered but her hands went down and she placed her fingers on the inside of her lips and pulled them outwards, spreading her lips open, showing the pink and wet center to Jennifer. She was ashamed, embarrassed and humiliated, but totally turned on. She wanted to masturbate. "My God, Sabine, your cunt is so wet! Peel your hood back and show me your clit." Sabine did as she was told, feeling totally dirty and humiliated, but deep inside loving what Jennifer was telling her to do. Her clit was stiff like a little cock and really sensitive. "All right enough of this for today, Sabine, now that we've determined that you are not going to say no to me. Tonight, when you get home you will shave off all your pubic hair. And after you are dressed give me the key to your apartment. I'm going to make a copy of it and will stop by later today, after work. Get dressed and make sure you wipe off your cunt before you do." Sabine got up, moved the chair back to the front of Jennifer's desk and without being told, removed her blouse, leaving her in just heels and stockings, otherwise completely naked. She had her eyes lowered but still could see Jennifer and that she was looking at her, looking at her mostly naked body and that sent a warm rush through her body. Sabine turned and walked away from Jennifer to her private bathroom, feeling her ass sway and bounce behind her, somewhat embarrassed at how large she felt it was and promised herself to begin exercising to tighten it up. Sabine walked back out to Jennifer's desk and impulsively walked up to her. "I have something to say, Jennifer. I think I am going to be all right doing things for you when it is you and me, but I don't know how I am going to handle other people being there. I'm not sure if I can deal with that." Jennifer smiled again. "Sabine that is what I really like. Knowing that you may be embarrassed or humiliated by what I tell you to do and when you are doing it. Frankly, I don't think that I could do half of what you are going to be doing, but that isn't the point. The point is that you are going to be doing it, not me, and I get to see you when you are doing it. I just want to reassure you that after today we won't be getting you naked here and no one from work, well almost no one maybe, will know what you are doing. Other than that just prepare yourself Sabine." Jennifer obviously liked that Sabine had removed her blouse without being told to do so. She watched Sabine put what clothes she had back on and leave the office, returning in a few moments to hand Jennifer the key to her apartment building and door along with a piece of paper giving the address and apartment number. Jennifer smiled at that, realizing that Sabine was subconsciously giving Jennifer more than she had asked for. Sabine's afternoon was quiet filled with work that was new to her but still familiar and somehow satisfying. At quitting time she walked into Jennifer's to let her know that she was leaving, but in a way hoping that Jennifer would tell her to strip naked again. She was disappointed.  Sabine went home and completely forgot about shaving her pubic hair. She also forgot about the no underwear rule, or she just ignored it. She had undressed and hung up her suit, put her blouse in the hamper and dressed in bra, panties, and sweats, made a microwave dinner and ate. She was sitting in her small living room when she heard a noise and nervously got up to check. Imagine her surprise when she saw Jennifer coming through her apartment door. Jennifer grinned at the surprised look on Sabine's face. "What did you think I took your apartment key for Sabine?" There was nothing Sabine could say to that. "Now that I am her, would you please take off your clothes." Sabine hesitated, unsure of herself and Jennifer. "Oh come on, Sabine. It's not like I haven't seen you naked before, is it?" Sabine's face turned slightly red and she slowly stripped off her clothes. "I see that you are not paying attention to me, Sabine. Didn't I tell you that underwear is forbidden to you, unless you are on your period?" "Y-y-yes." "Well then, why are you already disobeying me?" "I didn't expect you." "That is not an excuse that I will accept." There wasn't much of answer that Sabine could give to that. "I know this is a surprise Sabine, so I will give you some latitude, but I would prefer if you would be naked at home, just in case I come over. Otherwise, I will let you know when I am coming. Here's a cell phone that I will call you on to let you know when I am coming to your apartment." Sabine took the cell phone and set it down on her kitchen counter, somewhat embarrassed that she was nude and Jennifer was completely dressed. "Now, I am going to show you how you should be waiting for me when I tell you I am coming here." She led Sabine to the entry hallway, directly in front of her apartment door. Then she had Sabine squat down on her heels, open her knees wide and lean back on her hands. "I want to see you like this when open the door, Sabine. With your tits and pretty pussy on display. Which brings us to another issue. Didn't I tell you to shave your cunt?" "Y-y-yes." "Well, why is there still hair on your cunt?" "I f-f-forgot." "I guess I am going to have see that you don't forget again. Get a pair of heels on." Sabine got up and hurried to her bedroom for a pair of heels. She slipped them on and scurried back, finding Jennifer holding a coat for her. "Put this on and come with me." Sabine put the coat on and followed Jennifer to her car. They got in it and Jennifer drove off. Sabine felt awfully uncomfortable wearing only a coat and heels and not knowing where they were going. Before long they were parking in a driveway of a rather large home in the western suburbs. Jennifer motioned her to get out of the car and did so herself, leading Sabine to the front door. She rang the doorbell and when it opened there was a woman about Jennifer's age there. "Jennifer, good to see you!" "May we come in, please?" "Of course." The woman stepped back and Jennifer gently pushed Sabine into the home, following her. "Andrea, this is my new assistant Sabine and she has been forgetful. I need your help to help her to remember better. I also need the loan of your husband." Andrea looked curiously at Jennifer and then at Sabine. "She was supposed to shave her pussy and she didn't and I would like to have Bill do it for her." Andrea's mouth opened in an "O" of surprise, then she smirked. "What makes you think that I would want my husband to shave her pussy?" "I didn't say you wanted him, but asked if you would let him shave her. It's not like it would be the first pussy he's seen Andrea." "Well, true, but what does she have to say?" "Nothing. She does what I want and today I want Bill to see her naked and to shave her cunt. If he does a good job and you agree I could have her suck him off too." "Jennifer, I don't believe you." Jennifer smiled at Andrea, a nasty, dirty smile. "Sabine, take off your coat." Sabine's face got beet red immediately. She was about to protest, but one look at Jennifer's face told her not to say a word. She unbuttoned and then slipped off her coat. Jennifer took it from her and left Sabine standing nude but for heels in the entryway. Andrea took a look at Sabine, giggling and then she said... "Well, she does need at least a touch up down there. What do you have on her?" "Not really anything major. She just likes being nude and having people see her." "Is that right?" "S-s-sort of." Andrea giggled and Jennifer smirked. "How many people have seen you naked?" "I don't really know, maybe 30 or so." "Well, I suppose I could let Bill shave her. Did you bring a razor or anything?" "No, I was counting on you Andrea." "Christ Jennifer!" "I know that you have those electric clippers and I'm sure Bill would donate a razor for the cause." Sabine felt like a fool, standing in Andrea's entryway naked with the two of them discussing her shave. And besides, it was going to be a man shaving her! "Bill, come here." When she heard that Sabine wanted to run off, but she was nude and in a way she didn't want to run off either. She was mostly willing to have a strange man see her nude and she felt she could handle the shaving, even though she thought having no hair down there would be humiliating. Probably not as humiliating as spreading her legs for a stranger or at having two women watch her being shaved bare. And then as Bill walked into the entryway and saw her standing nude in just heels with Jennifer and Andrea and she saw the look on his face, Sabine thought that just being there as she was would be humiliating enough. "Bill, honey, Jennifer wants you to shave this woman, would you? No fucking though Bill. She also said if you did a good job on it, that the woman might give you a blow job." Andrea burst out laughing as she said that. Jennifer smiled, Sabine didn't. She felt totally embarrassed, humiliated and very stupid. "Bill, get the clippers, a razor and shave cream. Jennifer and I will take her to the guest bathroom." Bill trotted off to get what was needed and Jennifer and Andrea led Sabine the guest bathroom. They had her get up on the counter and put her heels by her ass and let her legs fall open. When Bill came in he was treated by the sight of Sabine with her legs wide open. He chuckled and set down the razor and shave cream, plugged in the clippers and turned them on. "I'm going to have to touch her pussy." "Well, duh! Just don't get any ideas of sticking your dick in the slut." Sabine just closed her eyes, listening to the sound of the clippers, jumping when she felt a hand on abdomen and then when the clippers began ridding her of her pubic hair. As the clippers worked back and forth just above her pussy, she felt Bill's fingers on her lips and softly gasped and inadvertently slightly lifted her hips, resulting in peals of laughter from Jennifer and Andrea. Her face which had been slightly red got really scarlet. And Bill took every opportunity to push her lips aside and open them, even to exposing her clit and sneakily rubbing it, making her gasp louder. "Bill, quit playing with her and just shave the hair off. And Sabine, open your eyes and watch him." Sabine looked down past her sagging tits with unfortunately erect nipples to the now sparse hair above her slit. Which was now partially penetrated by one of Bill's fingers as he moved her lips around while running the clippers over them, removing pubic hair from her. Sabine shuddered, feeling aroused. Her eyes were focused on her cunt, watching as she was trimmed. She glanced up to see Andrea and Jennifer smirking at her, knowing that she was turned on by her nudity and Bill teasing her. Bill removed the clippers, turning them off and setting them down next to Sabine's hip, looking at her, smirking himself. Still she sat on the bathroom counter, legs open and watched him soak a hand towel in warm water, wring it out and then place it over her cunt, warming it, soaking the remaining short hair. He leaned back and the three of them stared at her, smirking, seeing her reddened cheeks, wide open eyes, erect nipples and saggy tits. Her cunt was covered but her insides tingled. Soon Bill removed the soaked towel and squirted shave cream in his hand and then applied it to her cunt, rubbing it all over her lips and lower belly. Then he rinsed off his hand, dried it and picked up the razor. Sabine watched in horror and arousal as it scraped over her skin, removing the last bits of her pubic hair, completely exposing her lips and unfortunately her erect clit. The scraping of the razor was sheer torture as it ran over the sensitive skin. She couldn't help but watch, however as her pubic hair disappeared, leaving her belly and lips bald as an eight year old girl. Bill finally finished, wiped the stray bits of shave cream off Sabine and stepped back again, Andrea, Jennifer and Bill now looking at the naked woman who remained sitting with her legs spread, her now denuded cunt in plain view. "Like it Sabine?" "N-n-no." "Well, I do and it's going to stay that way as long as I want." "Enjoy yourself Bill?" He chuckled. "Yeah, it's not often that a guy gets to shave a woman he's just met. Even if she's just a bit chubby. But she has a nice looking pussy." Sabine grimaced but didn't close her legs. What was the point now? She had been naked in front of them for close to an hour by now, most of it with her legs wide open. "Sabine, I think you should thank Bill for the nice job he did shaving you. Why don't you take him to the living room, take out his dick and suck him until he comes. I want you to take it in your mouth, show me and Andrea that you have and then swallow it. Then I will take you home. Of course, Andrea, with your permission, since he's your husband." "She can, that way I probably won't have to put out tonight." Andrea giggled. Sabine sighed and got off the counter. "I don't know where the living room is..." Bill chuckled and led Sabine away, with Andrea and Jennifer following. Soon after, Bill was seated on the couch, his erect cock in Sabine's mouth, her head going up and down. She was horny and sucking wasn't bad until Bill tensed, grasped her head and held her down. Sabine felt the first spurt and gagged, bringing giggles from Jennifer and Andrea. And Bill held her head down as she struggled to pull her mouth off of him. Bill held her head until he had finished coming and then let go of her. Sabine jerked her head back and gagged once more, lifting her hand to her mouth. "Don't spit Sabine, I want to see it!" Sabine gagged again and turned to Jennifer and humiliated completely, opened her mouth. Both Andrea and Jennifer looked and giggled. "Swallow it Sabine." She did, gagging and choking the sperm down. She was both embarrassed and humiliated, degraded somewhat, but still aroused. "Horny Sabine?" "NO!" Of course Sabine was lying, not understanding how being exposed as she had been and then told to suck cock could turn her on. She just wanted to go home. And Jennifer did take her home, but not wearing anything but her heels, since it was now dark. Once in Jennifer's car, sitting on her coat.... "If you want or need to masturbate, go ahead Sabine." "No thank you." Sabine was allowed to wear the coat back to her apartment from Jennifer's car but not to button it, so it swung open as she walked. Sabine was scared that someone from her apartment building would see her, but luckily no one did. Once inside, Jennifer had Sabine take the greeting position, on her heels and ass, knees open and hands resting on the carpet behind her. "Don't forget, this is how you are to be when I tell you that I am coming over. And, I expect you to shave your cunt at least every other day. If you don't, I'll find someone else to do it for you and maybe bring them here to do it, so they know where you live. Personally, I don't think you would like that. Now stay there until I close your door. Jennifer turned, opened the door and turned to Sabine, holding the door open to the apartment hallway and looked at the nude Sabine, spread open for Jennifer. She smiled, standing there for perhaps thirty seconds and then let the door close. Sabine sat quietly after her apartment door closed, eyes closed and reliving the day and evening. How stupid could she have been? How much embarrassment and humiliation was she willing to endure? Was she going to enjoy what Jennifer was going to make her do? Was Jennifer really making her do it or was Sabine a willing participant? Would Sabine stand up to Jennifer and say no? Why did she get aroused, just by taking off her clothes, letting others see her nude body? Was that going to be enough to convince her to continue? At this point Sabine wasn't sure of the answers to any of those questions. She went to bed, it was late and her alarm was early, she needed rest. Tomorrow might be a full day.

Sandra is Different by Vanessa Evans She may not want to get ‘involved’ with, nor spend time with other people, she may even be a Loner, but she still has a lot of fun. Part 1 Hi, my name is Sandra and I am different to most women. I’ve been told that I am anti-social, a bit of a recluse, an introvert, and I tend to agree with those assessments. As I was growing up I realised that I had great difficulty making friends. I watched other girls talking to other girls that they hadn’t met before but I had no desire to talk to srangers, I didn’t want to know them. I was okay talking to girls or boys who I was ‘forced’ to talk to and had sort of got used to, like classmates, but I never really became friends with any of them, no sleepovers and no party invites. This never bothered me as I was quite happy with my own company and that of the family cat and dog. It’s fair to say that I enjoyed the company of those pets more than I did of other kids. Both mum and dad did their best to ‘encourage’ me to make friends but it never really happened and they even considered taking me to see a shrink but I kept telling them that I was happy the way I was, which I was. As a result of this, when, at the ripe old age of 18, I went university still a virgin. I had read online lots about university life and I was looking forward to getting rid of my virginity without much conversation and no emotional attachment. I’d read about Glory Holes on the internet and I was hoping to find one where I could sneak in, suck a cock or get fucked, then sneak out never having seen the face of the man or spoken to him. The first few weeks at uni were somewhat difficult for me. I didn’t have any problems with the other students on the same course because I could just go to class, do my work and talk when necessary, then not see then until the next class. The same couldn’t be said for the other 5 students in the same accommodation as me, they were all probably great people but they all wanted to make new friends, which of course I didn’t. I spent more time in my room, on my own, than with all of the others combined. I soon realised that the freedom of being at university and living, essentially, on my own, gave me some freedom that I didn’t have at home, and that gave my brain the opportunity to think a lot more about my fantasies and the new opportunities that had opened up to me. I started thinking about sex and my body a lot more than I ever had before. One day I realised that the idea of showing my naked body to male students, tutors and men in general was appealing to me. It was turning me on, making my pussy very wet. With my new freedom I decided that I was going to explore the side of my character that I never realised I had. I was going to flash my naked body with no, or very little, chance of repercussions or reprisals. I wondered if this new side of me had something to do with my upbringing. Going back in time to living with my parents, my parents were never the controlling type, nor were they prudish in any way. It was quite common for any of us to wander around the house in just our underwear, and sometimes less, and no one thought anything of it. Of course I’d had ‘that talk’ with my mother, and the lessons at school and I’d got interested in sex, and I did the things in bed on my own that I’m sure all teenage girls do, but I really wanted to lose my virginity. Unlike all the other girls at school, if the stories that I overheard were true, I just never had the opportunities to become a ‘full’ woman until I went to university, nor did I have the chance to explore my other kink. As I’m sure you are aware, parties are a big thing at universities and I did go to them with the intention of attracting men so that I could lose my virginity and have lots of sex. My intention was to get them into bed, fuck, then leave without giving them my address or phone number, or a false one if pushed. One thing that I did do whilst still at home was to change the way that I dressed as I got older. I liked the short skirts and low cut tops that the other girls my age wore and I managed to get my parents to let me keep up with the fashion, even though I didn’t go out much, to feel good wearing them or to show them off to the boys that I was scared to talk to but wanted them to fuck me. What did make me feel good when I did go out was when I was able to roll the top of my skirt so that it was really short and I could feel the wind on my knickers and that made me feel nice. I think that doing that was a substitute for not being able to find a boy to have sex with. Going to university gave me the opportunity to go further with the way I dress, to look like a slut with ultra short skirts and baggy, low-cut tops, not that I have any sort of cleavage, but it does give me the opportunity to bend over so that guys can see my tits down my tops. Anyway, I think that now would be a good time to describe myself just so that you don’t think I’m some grossly over-weight, ugly girl. Actually, I’m quite slim, almost skinny but with the traditional girl’s hourglass figure. My dad embarrassed me a few months ago when he told me that I had a cute little bubble butt. Comparing what I see in a mirror with other girls at school and then university I think that I’m pretty average or maybe a bit skinnier than average, average height with light brown hair, although I do have small tits, only a 32AA. When my breasts first started developing my mum bought me a training bra but after a couple of weeks I decided that I didn’t like bras and decided not to wear one until I had breasts that needed some support. Mum was happy with that and the training bra was consigned to my underwear draw never to come out again because my tits never grew bigger than an ‘AA’ cup and the only bra type top that I ever wear is a bikini top when I go swimming. Oh, and I have long, light brown hair that I usually wear in a ponytail. Jumping forward to my new life as an undergraduate, lots of the other girls at university often wore skirts that were so short that they often gave the boys and tutors a glimpse of their knickers and I was pleasantly shocked when I accidentally noticed a couple of girls who weren’t wearing knickers under their very short skirts. When I saw my first commando girl I started to think what it would be like to go commando myself and it didn’t take much courage for me to do it myself and the thrill that it gave me was something that I’d never experienced before and I swore that I’d do it every day. The girls that I saw flashing their pussies were newbies like me, at Freshers week and before my course actually started I had started wearing only my shortest skirts with no knickers underneath. I’d also been to one party that my flatmates persuaded me to go to but I soon realised that all the boys there were taking the opportunity to spend their subsistence loans on booze and having no repercussions from their parents. The only good looking ones were too pissed to be able to give me what I wanted so I left early and went straight to bed where my fingers got to work. Once my course started I saw a couple of guys in my group that were cute and I could easily have jumped into bed with them but they were in the same tutoring group as me so I put them off-limits for sex but that didn’t stop me from letting them see up my skirts or down my tops when the opportunities arose. Oh, I haven’t mentioned that I have a great dislike of pubic hair and I kept it trimmed short when I lived with my parents but when I moved to university I got rid of it altogether and I’ve been shaving everywhere below my neck just about every day since. When my finances improve I’m going to get it removed permanently with laser treatment. Life with my flatmates continued with me avoiding them as much as possible and when I had to talk with them it was always in short and to the point conversations. I was happy, hardly ever having to talk to anyone. It was only a week before I was invited to another party and I put on my shortest skirt and thinnest tank top and went with the others, one of the boys commenting that it must have been cold as we walked from one block of student accommodation to another. You see my nipples were making not so little tents in my top. What I neglected to mention earlier was that I have huge nipples for the size of my tits and they, and my areolae are much darker than the rest of my skin. With me never wearing a bra they become quite prominent when I have a thin top on, especially as my little tits are very conical in shape and very pointy. Boys that have seen my tits tell me that they are like ice cream cones or miniature traffic cones. On the subject of protrusions, I have one between my legs as well. My clit is also quite big and too big for the little hood that fails to hide it, something that makes it easy for my fingers to make me cum. The other thing about my pussy is that I only have a very thin layer of that fatty tissue on my pubis and my inner labia just never grew out from inside my outer labia. It’s like my pussy just never developed properly, just like my tits, apart from my clit that is and it does stick out from between my outer labia, all the time. My hood is just incapable of hiding it. Sorry, I digressed, the party. I was pleasantly surprised to see that no one was drunk or high on weed or pills or whatever and my very short skirt and headlights attracted the attention of quite a few boys. I quickly dismissed the ones that I didn’t fancy and made a special effort to talk to the first cute one that did try to hit on me. Maybe someone had told him that uni girls who wore very short skirts and no bras were easy to get into bed because it wasn’t long before his hands started wandering and I didn’t stop them. When one of his hands discovered that I was knickerless his fingers were soon opening my pussy lips and rubbing my clit; and I was loving it. I was stood leaning back on a wall and he was stood beside me with one hand up the back of my skirt and I had spread my legs a bit so that he had easy access to me. I was soon having my first orgasm in public although I don’t think that anyone other than that boy and me knew it. But I loved it. It was a strong one, so strong that I vowed to have more orgasms in public, with or without the help of a boy. The guy was good with his fingers and he brought me to a second orgasm before he invited me back to his room which turned out to be a bit of a dump but it had a bed with cleanish sheets and we were both soon naked and fucking like rabbits. Ethan (his name) didn’t know that he was taking my cock virginity and there was no bolt of pain when he first entered me, my hymen having been broken by a cucumber a long time before. Of course I knew about cocks going soft after they had ejaculated and it happened but I didn’t want that to be the end of it so I gave my first blowjob to bring it back to life before we were at it again. That happened twice more before Ethan finally fell asleep and I quietly left. He had never asked me for my name nor my phone number and I didn’t offer or leave them. All I left for him was what I hoped was a memory that was as good as the one that I had. Back in my room I was very pleased with myself, two firsts and a desire to repeat both experience over and over again. Oh, in case you are wondering, on my first day at university I went to the medical centre and got one of those contraceptive implants in my arm. There was no way that I wanted to get pregnant and the woman there told me that there was a good chance that my periods would stop (which they did), and that turned out to be a bonus for me. Also at the medical centre there was a big box of condoms with a sign saying ‘Help Yourself’ so I got a big handful and stuffed them into my bag. I went to sleep that night a very happy Sandra with my fingers toying with my clit between my spread legs. ***** I started going to more parties, sometimes ones that I wasn’t invited to but had overheard people talking about. I figured (correctly) that no one would refuse entry to a reasonable looking girl wearing very little, ans often carry some booze, and at about half of them I’d find a guy that I fancied and we’d end up in his bedroom having a good fucking session. At one of the parties when I was pretending to be a bit drunk (I found that pretending to be half drunk helps break the ice for some of the guys), one of the guys there started daring the girls there to take their clothes off. Some just took their outer layer off and a few stripped to their knickers but I was the only girl who got completely naked and I spent a couple of hours like that before I hooked-up with a guy and went back to his room which turned out to be in the same building so I went there wearing only my shoes and carrying my dress. Again I crept out once he had fallen asleep not leaving my real name or phone number. Going to those parties was turning out to be a great way of getting my sexual cravings without any attachments. One of the parties that I had overheard about, and gone to, turned out to be a guys only party. I’d misheard them talking about a games night and assumed that they meant party games not electronic games so when I knocked on the door and was let in I was faced with half a dozen guys all wondering what the hell a girl was doing there. When I said that I thought that I’d made a mistake and gone to the wrong address, the guys begged me to stay (possibly because of how little I was wearing and the booze in my hands), inviting me to play their electronic games. As I was telling them that I don’t play electronic games I was thinking about being the only girl there with half a dozen guys. “Stay and talk to us when we’re not actually playing.” One guy said. “We promise not to get you drunk or rape you.” Another said. My brain was working hard trying to decide what to do. After a minute or so of silence I replied, “Well okay then, but at the first sign of any of you doing anything that I don’t like I’m leaving, and I must warn you that I have a Black Belt in Karate.” That got a few comments and promises to be good. I wasn’t lying about the Black Belt, right from an early age my father took me to Karate lessons and over the years I got quite good at it. Amongst other things I learnt self-defence and I was confident that if any man attacked me I could put him in hospital if I wanted to. My dad also took me to swimming lessons because the school ones were rubbish. The lessons were in a privately owned pool that had separate male / female changing rooms but as usually happens when just one parent takes a child to swimming lessons the child changes in their parents designated changing room. That meant that I always got changed and showered in the men’s changing room. I never thought anything of it, even when I got older and started to notice the difference between girls and boys. Often when I was getting showered after my lesson boys and sometimes men would be changing and showering at the same time. With my family not having any hang-ups about clothes the idea that getting changed and showing in the men’s changing room just felt natural and I never thought anything about it. Even when my chest started to develop little bumps on it. I often think back and wonder just how old and how developed I would have got going on like we did, before one of the swimming instructors asked if I would enter a swimming competition. My dad and I talked about it and decided that if I was good enough to enter a swimming competition I was obviously a competent swimmer and didn’t need lessons any more, and we stopped going. I digress again, back to the party. Those guys who weren’t actually playing started talking to me and offering me drinks. When I told them that I didn’t drink alcohol I lied, my parents let me drink wine and beer at home. As I was saying that I didn’t drink, my brain was developing a plan. I let them persuade me to have a beer, my plan being to quickly act like I was drunk and at least let them see me naked. My pussy was starting to get wet as my brain considered a few possibilities.. With some encouragement, my first beer disappeared quite quickly and as a second one appeared in my hand I started to pretend that the alcohol was getting to me. By the time the second bottle was empty I was still very sober but pretending that I was drunk. I started sitting very lazily with my knees drifting apart letting the guys see that I was knickerless and a bit wet. As the contents of a third bottle of beer was going down my throat I heard some whispering about a gang-bang and my pussy got even wetter. I’d read about gang-bangs and I’d watched a few videos online and each time that I watched one my pussy begged for attention as I imagined myself in the ‘victims’ position. For a couple of seconds I questioned what I was doing but those doubts soon disappeared as my nipples and clit got harder and my vagina leaked some more. My pretending to be drunk got more real, I started slurring my speech a little and flopping about on the armchair some more. “Phew, it’s hot in here.” I said and got the response that I wanted. “Why don’t you take some of those clothes off?” One of the guys asked. “Oh, I err, I am only wearing this top and this skirt, I shouldn’t take them off, you’ll see me naked.” By that time the electronic games had stopped and all six guys were round me. “Don’t you worry your little head about that Suzie (the name that I’d given them), we’ve all seen naked girls before.” One of the guys said. “Are you sure?” I asked, “it is hot in here and if you’re sure that none of you will be upset? I don’t want any of you calling the police and getting me charged with indecent exposure.” “There’s absolutely zero chance of that happening.” Another guy said. “Are youuuuu suuuuuuuure.” I replied. By then my heart was pounding. I knew that I was about to get totally naked in front of half a dozen guys that I’d only met minutes ago. “Sure.” a guy said, “It’s no big deal, we’ve all got sisters that we’ve seen naked hundreds of times.” I knew that he was lying but I continued, “I don’t know if I can take my clothes off, I think that one of you put something in that beer because I feel really funny.” “No we didn’t.” Half of the guys said, then one continued, “You’re just not used to drinking alcohol but don’t worry, we’ll look after you Suzie, no harm will come to you here, we are all gentlemen.” I giggled the said, “Can one of you help me, this top is so tight.” Six guys stepped forward but only two of them managed to get their hands on the hem of my top. Two more hands grabbed my hands and pulled me forward off the back of the chair so that my top could go up and off. I giggled and said, “Don’t look at my little titties guys.” “No we won’t.” A couple of them lied. Within seconds I was topless with six guys staring at me. I made a half-hearted attempt to cover my tits but my big nipples were sticking through my fingers and I did nothing to hide them. I lay back on the chair and said, “That’s a bit berrer but I’m still warm.” I said. “Do you want us to take your skirt off Suzie?” “Yeah, please, that might cool me down. Can I have another beer please, a cold one?” The tingling got stronger and my pussy got wetter as hands went to the waist band of my skirt. It was a denim one with a stud and a little zip and fingers quickly unfastened those then went to the sides and started pulling. All they did to start off with was to lift my butt off the chair and I giggled as the hands finally moved to the hem and pulled. “Don’t look at my pussy.” I said as my bald pubis then my shiny slit became exposed. “Wow.” I heard one guy say, “look at that clit.” “Yeah, it’s as big as her nipples and I thought that they were big.” One guys said. “Think what it would be like to chew on one of those three.” Another guy said. “You’re being naughty guys.” I said as I giggled. A cold bottle of beer was put in my hand and I pretended to take a swig from it, then I held it against my right nipple. “Oooh, that’s nice” I said as my nipple got harder, if that was possible. “You like cold things on your nipples do you Suzie?” On of the guys asked. “Of course, don’t you?” I replied, “aren’t you guys hot too?” “It is quite warm in here.” Another guy said. “I should go back to my room, I shouldn’t be naked in here.” I said, “you guys might touch me or rape me.” “We won’t rape you Suzie, you’re safe with us.” One of the guys said. “Good, but I need to go to the toilet, I’m not used to drinking beer.” I made a clumsy effort to stand up and got half way then fell back onto the chair. “You guys have got me dwunk. hey, take your hands off me.” “I was only helping you sit safely Suzie.” One of the guys said. “You’ll be touching my tits and pussy next, would you like to touch me guys?” “Is that an invite Suzie?” One of the guys said. I stayed silent for a good minute, imagining their hands on me and me getting more horny. “Yeah, I haven’t had a good fuck for like, ages.” “Would you like us to fuck you Suzie?” Another guy asked. I giggled then replied, “Not all at once, my pussy won’t take six cocks at once.” “Just to be clear Suzie, you want us to fuck you?” “Yeah, why not, I need a good fucking, can we use one of the beds please, that floor looks dirty.” “Sure,” one of the guys said, “you can use mine, it’s the first on the right.” I started to get to my feet again but again feigned being incapable and flopped back down. “Can one of you help me, I think I’m too pissed.” The nearest two guys helped me to my feet and I pretended to have jelly legs so arms went round me, one of them grabbing a tit, and I giggled again then said, “You guys will be gentle with me won’t you, I’ve only been fucked once before,” I lied, “and you will wear a con, con whatever they are called, you don’t want to get me preggers do you?” I was half carried to the untidy bedroom and, presumably, the owner hurriedly straightened the bed covers and I was lowered onto it. As I was going down I spread my legs so that all the guys who had followed us could see all of my pussy. “Come and get it.” I loudly said then giggled again. I closed my eyes and soon felt lots of hands all over my body, one set of fingers going straight to my vagina and invading it. “Oooooooooooooh that’s nice.” I genuinely said. Those fingers started finger fucking me and some others started rubbing my clit and before long I was cumming, my body shaking and jerking and my mouth saying a few rude words. When I started to come down from my high I opened my eyes and said, “That was good, who’s next?” “That was only fingers Suzie,” one of the guys said, “do you want a real cock next?” “Yes pleeeaaassee, fuck me hard.” I replied then closed my eyes again. Seconds later I felt a cock sliding up and down my slit and I moaned. Then the cock was gently pushing into my vagina and I said, “Nice.” “Umph, umph.” I said as the cock really started pistoning in and out of me.” “That’s nice.” I managed to say before I relaxed my body and just lay there with my eyes closed But I did open them when I orgasmed again which was just as I felt some warm cum filling the end of a condom deep inside me. This time it was just moans and me saying, “That’s nice.” As I looked up at the face of the guy that was fucking me. It was very much the same when the other guys took their turn to fuck me. As the third guy entered me I heard on of the guys say, “Is she out cold? “Naw, I don’t think so, just going in and out of sleep. She wakes up each time that she cums.” On it went until all six of the guys had fucked me and I’d managed to cum with each of them. When I’d counted the sixth load of cum being deposited inside a condom inside me I just lay there with my eyes closed. After the sixth guy climbed off me I heard one of the guys say, “What are we going to do with her?” “Let her sleep it off.” Another replied. “That’s my bed, she might be there all night.” Another replied. “You could cuddle up to her and fuck her again.” Another suggested. “We could all come back and fuck her again.” Another suggested. “Not a bad idea mate, Stu, you might need to sleep on the couch in the communal lounge tonight mate.” “I’m going back to the game.” One guy said and I heard three others agree with him. A short time later I felt something covering me. “What are you doing Stu? Someone asked. “Just covering her, keep her warm.” “Naw, leave her like that then we can come and look at her pussy whenever we want to.” Then I felt my clothes land on one of my still spread legs but I didn’t move, still pretending to be asleep. “She might want them when she wakes up,” I heard one guy say. “You know what girls are like after the fun is over.” “Yeah, they pretend that you haven’t seen them all naked and they become all shy.” Someone replied. “Yeah,” someone else said, “they should make girls be naked all the time then they couldn’t pretend to be shy.” “I don’t think that that’s going to happen mate.” I heard before everything went quiet. Shortly after I’d thought that I heard the rest of the guys leave I opened my eyes, and I was right, I was the only one in the room. I put my right hand on my pussy and gasped a bit when I touched my clit “Still want more eh girl?” I thought and my fingers went to my very wet hole. Not wanting to risk playing with myself, and wanting to get out of there, I withdrew my hand and went to get off the bed. I was surprised to feel that I still had my shoes on so I grabbed my clothes and went to the open door. I stuck my head out and looked to my left. I could see that the guys were engrossed in their game and not looking my way so I quietly crept to my right to the front door and quietly opened it, stepped out then quietly closed the door. As I turned to put my clothes on I heard a male voice say, “Looks like someone has had some fun, walk of shame back to your place is it? “Something like that.” I replied as I dropped my skirt and lifted my top up so that I could put it on, also letting the guy get a good full frontal look at my naked body for a couple of seconds before my top came down and covered my tits. I looked at the guy and smiled as I squat to pick up my skirt and then stepped in to it. “Lucky guy.” The young man said as my slit disappeared behind the denim, then he walked away. As I headed back to my place I thought about how happy I was. I’d been fucked by not one but six guys one after another and I’d realised just how much I liked being seen naked by men. It was truly a milestone in my life. When I got back to my room I crossed gang-bang off my bucket list but added, two guys at the same time, three guys at the same time and a bukkake. I also added all four again but added on to the end of each one, ‘in public’. ***** The next morning before I went off to one of my classes I was thinking about all sorts of things including my finances. Being the sort of anti-social person that I am I don’t spend a lot, if any, on clubbing and pubbing like the other students, but I had decided that I needed more clothes, revealing clothes, but they cost money so I decided to see if I could find a job. As I walked to my class I looked at all the notice boards and saw a few adverts for part-time work. Some were for fast food outlets which I ignored because I didn’t fancy flipping burgers, but two drew my attention. Both were working in fashion shops selling clothes for young women. As I walked on I made two phone calls and was lucky to get two interviews that afternoon. Both were in the main shopping area of the city which was a good ten minutes walk from both where I was right then and where I live. I realised that I wouldn’t have time to go back to my room and change so I checked what I was wearing, smiled and thought, “Sod it, if they don’t like girls in very short skirts and tops that show that she isn’t wearing a bra then fuck them, I’ll try somewhere else.” The first interview was with a man, the manager of the shop. As I went in I saw three or four other girls working there, all wearing some sort of uniform. The interview went okay but the man’s eyes rarely went higher than my chest. That didn’t bother me, in fact I deliberately pushed my chest out making my conical, little tits really point at hm. Nor did the fact that his eyes often went down to my bare legs as I sat there with my knees slightly apart. What did bother me was that he looked creepy. I left thinking, “No thanks.” The second interview was much better. Not only were the other staff wearing a variety of clothes which I later found out belonged to the shop, but the manager was a woman in her early thirties and when she first saw me she looked me up and down and gave me a big, warm smile. The woman, Lisa, explained that her staff could choose any three outfits from the racks to wear for work and that there was a staff discount and that last seasons stock got sold to staff very cheaply and what wasn’t sold was sent to be cut into rags for engineers to use. I caught Lisa looking at my chest one time and my headlights were fully on. When I realised that she was looking at the bulges in the front of my top I said, “Oh, there’s one thing that you should know about me that may affect your decision to hire me, I never wear underwear. Will that be a problem? “Not at all Sandra, you won’t be the only girls working here who doesn’t wear underwear.” I smiled and replied, “I’m pleased to hear that there are no restrictions like that.” “No Sandra, there aren’t, did you know that in terms of history knickers and bras are a quite recent invention? I could tell you all about it but this isn’t the time nor the place.” Lisa also said that she wanted someone who could work all day Saturdays and some Sundays or Thursday afternoon. That fit in with my class schedule so she offered me the job right then, I accepted and agreed when I would start. Of course the pay was only minimum wage but the perks were good, and that was just the clothes. I’d had a look around before introducing myself and seen quite a lot of clothes that I liked and the area for trying on clothes, although looking a but tatty and outdated, offered the potential to have a bit of flashing fun. Yes, I had a fetish, by then I had decided that, amongst other things, I was a tease and an exhibitionist. Both things that I could be without having to verbally interact with other people. I also considered me being a nymphomaniac but I didn’t think that I qualified for that – yet. I smiled to myself when I wondered if I would ever qualify as one of those. I left after arranging to be there on the Thursday lunch time. ***** Life at university isn’t just course work, parties and working for me, I don’t ever want to go the way that I had seen a lot of girls go, getting fat, so I decided that I had to find some sports to keep me fit and hopefully, in the shape that I was when I first went to university, so I went to scope out the university sports centre. I was looking for sports or ways of exercising on my own, not any team sports. Since I was a competent swimmer and the university pool looked good, I decided to have that as one of my sports. I looked in the gym, at the people working out on all the machines and on the floor mats. There was a couple of girls in there and everyone seemed to be doing their own thing ignoring everyone else so I decided that I’d give that a go as well. All the other sports going on involved more than one person so it was swimming and the gym for me. My next problem was clothing for the sports. My old swimsuit was a non-starter, small and one-piece. I had a bikini but I didn’t like it, it was one like middle-aged women wore, I decided to dump it. Thankfully, I’d started thinking about sports on my way back to my room after getting the job at the clothes shop so I hoped that I could get something to wear at the shop. I remembered seeing underwear when I looked around before the interview but I didn’t remember seeing any swimwear. “Maybe I could find a bra and knickers set that I could wear as a bikini.” I thought. As for a gym outfit I had trainers and tops that I could wear but no bottoms because I didn’t want to wear shorts of any kind, hell, I’d already dumped all the shorts, jrans and trousers that I’d owned. I giggled to myself when I imagined me wearing a skirt for working out, especially as I had no intention of wearing anything under it. I put these things to the back of my mind, to think about them once I’d had a good look at what the shop sold, or I had some money to buy clothes clothes online or in a sports shop in town. ***** The Thursday soon came around and I decided to wear a really short, flared skirt made out of thin cotton and a thin top that couldn’t hide the fact that I had hard. big nipples. When I put the skirt on I quickly squat down and felt the skirt ballooned out. I then stood with my back to the mirror, bent at the waist and saw my butt, framing my pussy, in the mirror. Happy with my outfit I set-off for work. “Cute outfit.” Lisa said when she saw me. “Thank you, I hope to buy some similar ones from here using the staff discount.” “Well you’ll find plenty of outfits like that here, we may be part of a big chain but we do specialise for, shall we say, the more adventurous young women. Now, let me introduce you to the rest of the staff that are working today and then leave you with Bella to show you the ropes.” Lisa did, and so did Bella, her wearing a similar outfit to me including a skirt that was just as short as mine. When we got to the changing rooms Bella said, “They’ve been going to refurbish these for years but they have never got round to it so we get a few pervs standing over there watching the girls get changed, the curtains being not wide enough to cover the entrance on any of the cubicles and with them being so short you can see all the clothes that the girls let fall to the floor. You can have a bit of teasing fun during your breaks if you want to, don’t tell Lisa but I’ve shown myself to quite a few guys during my breaks and when it’s quiet out there, it’s a good job that Lisa goes out quite a lot.” “You mean you’ve shown some guys your tits and pussy?” “Dozens of guys, it’s a girl flashers paradise. You look like you might get a few kicks out of a bit of flashing yourself Sandra.” “I, I, err, okay, you got me, how did you know Bella?” “No bra, hard nipples, ultra short skirt and no knickers, a bit of a give away.” “How did you know that I’m not wearing knickers, I haven’t bent over, yet.” “But you stood next to that funny angled full length mirror and if you look at the right angle you can see up the skirt of anyone stood there. Most guys don’t realise it but a few do and I often see the same faces stood there. I swear that Lisa knows what that mirror can show but she doesn’t replace it.” “Lisa seem okay.” “She is, I’ve often seen her stand where you were when there are guys standing near it.” “You mean Lisa flashes the partners of girls that come here?” “I do, and I’ve done it a few times too. Lisa won’t admit it, but what she does say is that keeping guys that come in here happy means that they will bring their girls back here to spend more money and that’s what it’s all about, money.” “This job just gets better and better, I’m pleased that I turned down the job at Top Girls.” “Yeah, the manager there is a bit of a creepy perv.” Bella said “right, underwear, not that I ever wear any.” Bella led me to the displays of the knickers and bras and I was pleased to see some that I could maybe wear as a bikini. I also saw some that were ‘strings only’ and I though that I could maybe wear those when I went anywhere where girls were expected to wear underwear. Or maybe even at the swimming pool. Then Bella said, “Okay Sandra, I’m going to leave you on your own for a while. Familiarise yourself with the stock and the prices. There won’t be a quiz at the end but it helps if you know quite well what is out here, we often get asked for items like one that they are wearing, like if you asked for skirts similar to the one that you have on I’d be able to take you straight to the right rack. Oh Sandra, I think that you are going to like some of the skirts that we have.” Bella left me to it and I started browsing. Because I was stood in front of the lingerie I had a good look at them and yes, my initial thoughts were confirmed, I could get away with wearing at least one of the bra and thong sets as a bikini, all I had to do was wait until my first payday. I also saw a leotard made of some sort of fine mesh that I could maybe wear in the gym. It looked like it would be quite see-through when it was stretched on me. When I went to the skirts section I saw what Bella had meant, there were some skirts that were shorter at the front than the back. I smiled as I imagined me wearing one with my slit being on display all the time. The shop had some really cool clothes and I agreed with Lisa’s statement that they catered for the more adventurous (meaning almost slutty) girls, right up my street. When I had gone round the shop I went to Bella who was stood at the sales counter. I stood beside her as she showed me how the till worked and how to bag the sold items. When the next girl came to pay for something Bella stood beside me as I rang-up the sale. Another girl, Amelia, took over on the till and Bella took me to the stock room. “I know that it looks like a tip in here but once you know what is where you’ probably describe it as organised chaos, the place just isn’t big enough and we get deliveries 2 or 3 times a week.” Just then a bell rang and Bella said, “Great timing, that’s a delivery now, come on.” Bella showed me how to raise the shutter door and as it went up I saw the back of a lorry and a man waiting to wheel some racks in. “Afternoon Pete,” Bella said, “this is Sandra, she’s just started here.” “Pleased to meet you Sandra, you look like you’ll enjoy working here and I’m looking forward to seeing more of you.” “Thanks.” I replied, wondering what he meant by that. “Come on Sandra,” Bella said, “we need to help the drivers unload.” Bella led me into the back of the lorry and I watched as she bent over to pick up a box. Not only did I see Bella’s bare butt and pussy, but Pete was stood beside me watching as well. As Bella straightened up she said, “Grab a box and bring it in Sandra.” I smiled as I bent over, knowing that Pete could see my bare butt and pussy. “Yes Sandra,” Pete said as I carried the box passed him, “you’ll like working here.” “I think that I will.” I replied. There were 3 more boxes that I had to bend over, pick up and carry in. Each time Pete and the last time, Bella as well, watched me bend over to pick up the box. “Cute pussy Sandra,” Bella said as the shutter door came down. “I wish that I had a pussy like yours, I hate these flaps.” “They look cute Bella,” I lied, “something for the guys to get their teeth on.” “Yes, but I’d rather have a rather have a bike wheel parking slot like you have.” “We’ve all got what we’ve got and we have to get used to it,” I replied then lied, “I would rather have a cute butterfly like you.” As I said that I saw an image in my head of my pussy, a coin slot with my clit sticking out of it and I thought that I preferred my pussy to Bella’s. Just then Lisa walked in and asked, “Was that Pete? Ah yes, Sandra, can you help Bella get that new stock out onto the racks, that damned Top Girl has got similar items already on the shop floor.” Bella and I both had to bend over to open the boxes and Lisa was stood behind us for a few second before she left with a smile on her face. “Is Lisa a lesbian?” I asked Bella once the door was shut. “No, I’ve seen her with a man quite a few times and his hands weren’t exactly the brotherly type. Why do you ask? You’re not a lesbo are you?” “Hell no, it’s just that she seems to be staring at me a lot.” I replied. “I wouldn’t worry about that, she just appreciates beautiful girls.” “You’re not trying to hit on me are you Bella?” “Hell no, but if I was a lesbo I probably would be. You’re quite cute Sandra.” “And so are you Bella.” We got on with our task without saying much and I reflected on how well I had interacted with her, much more than I had expected and it was quite a surprise to me. I was also surprised at how quickly the afternoon went and before I really knew it I was leaving the shop and Lisa was lowering the shutters. As I walked back to my room I decided that I was going to enjoy working there. I also thought about some of the clothes that I’d seen there and how I could wear them to almost innocently expose parts of my body. My fingers were quite busy that night in bed. ***** The Fri day was a boring day with a lesson in the morning and a lecture in the afternoon. I went to the cafeteria at the lunchtime and sat on a table at one side with my coffee and chocolate muffin. There was a group of guys at the table next to me and one of the guys was looking at me. When I say him looking I slowly eased my knees apart letting him see that I was knickerless, all whilst pretending to read one of my course books. After a while I decided that I had an itch on my vulva, opened my knees wider, gave my vulva a scratch and closed my knees back to where they were. All whilst looking at my book but watching the guy out of my peripheral vision. When I needed to leave to get to my lecture I stood up, my skirt staying up above my pubis for a few seconds then picked up my things and started to leave. When I was near the door the guy that had been staring at my pussy tapped me on the shoulder. When I stopped and turned to see who it was he just said, “Party tonight, 508 Blackwell Towers.” Then he turned and went back to his mates. It took a few seconds to register then I smiled and repeated the address to myself. When I got to the lecture hall I made a note of the address then got ready to make notes from the lecture.. That night I put on my shortest floaty skirt and a spaghetti strapped top and went to the party buying a 6 pack of beers on my way there. There must have been more than twenty people there, half of them being girls. I had a quick look around and decided that it was going to be another boring party and I was about to leave when the guy from the cafeteria walked in. “Ah, you did come,” he said when he saw me and came over to me. “I’m Isaac, what’s your name?” “Suzie.” I lied. “Pleased to meet you Suzie, I’ve just come from the party next door which is probably more of what you want. Grab a couple of bottles and let’s go.” I was confused but I did as he told me. When we were outside where it was quieter I said, “What do you mean ‘more of what I want Isaac’?” “Well you want people to see your pussy so that’s what you can do here.” By then we were entering another room and I saw another girl and 5 guys, what’s more, the girl was naked. “Everyone, this is Suzie and she likes showing herself.” “Hey, I didn’t say that.” I replied. Isaac didn’t get a chance to answer as everyone said hello to me, the girl adding, “I’m Ella and I like men seeing me naked as well. Come on Suzie, get those clothes off and we can put on a show for the guys.” “What!” I replied, but it was too late, Ella was pulling the hem of my top up and I wasn’t resisting. “Cute tits.” one of the guys said. “Yeah,” Another said, “I’m going to love chewing on those nipples.” My skirt was starting to be pulled down and within seconds I was totally naked and starting to relax. “What’s going on here?” I asked. “Well,” Isaac said, “we’ve now got 2 naked girls that we can watch making out as a warm-up to us fucking you then going for a run outside.” “WHAT! Are you crazy? Are you all high on something?” I asked. “Getting there,” Isaac replied, “we all are but you 2 are the craziest, how many girls go to a party wearing only a skirt and a top?” “Probably a lot more than you realise.” Ella replied. “This is crazy.” I replied, “I think that I’m leaving.” I didn’t get the chance to even pick my clothes up because Ella threw her arms around my neck and started deep throating me with her tongue. Now I’d never made out with a girl before and it was an entry on my bucket list but I wasn’t being given a choice. It took a minute or so for me to respond as I decided that wanting to or not I was doing it. I relaxed and started responding. My mouth started responding first then my pussy as it started to get wet and tingle. Seconds later I was on my back on the floor with Ella still kissing me and her right hand between my legs which had conveniently opened to give her better access and her left hand was on one of my little tits. I was totally oblivious to the 5 guys watching us make out as my hands went to her tits which were much bigger than mine. I played with her nipples like I enjoy guys playing with mine. After a few minutes Ella broke the kiss then got to her feet standing over me with 1 foot either side of my torso. I looked up and my eyes zeroed in on her bald and slightly spread pussy. She had flaps, unlike me, but they did look nice. “Shall I guys?” Ella asked. Not waiting for an answer, she turned around and then got down on her knees, her calves pinning my arms to the floor and her butt and pussy hovering above my face. Then I gasped then moaned as her tongue, presumably, licked the length of my slit. Now I’ve had guys do that to me, but with them there always seemed to be some sort or urgency about it but Ella was taking her time, her tongue going up and down my slit and when she got to each end she’d circle my clit or penetrate my vagina. I was in heaven and when Ella’s pussy came down enough for my tongue to reach her pussy I returned the compliment. I’d never eaten a pussy before but I wasn’t nervous as I just did to her what she was doing to me. I was the first to orgasm, my body shaking and jerking, but Ella managed to keep going prolonging my orgasm, me somehow managing to also keep my tongue working on her pussy. It wasn’t long before Ella orgasmed and I felt a sudden rush of her juices on my face. Obviously I’d tasted my own juices before and Ella’s were just as sweet. I decided that eating a pussy was something that I liked and wanted to do again and again. As Ella’s orgasm subsided I felt her roll off me to one side, and me rolling with her, both of us somehow managing to get into the position that the other had been in. I looked down at Ella’s shiny pussy and dived in. No sooner than I had started eating her again I felt her tongue on my pussy again and I spread my knees a little so that I could get a little lower onto her face. Five minutes later we’d both orgasmed again and I rolled off her only then remembering the 5 guys in the room. I looked at 5 almost gob-struck faces before one of them said, “Our turn, all 5 of us are going to fuck each of you, are you ready girls?” “Condoms.” I said and saw wraps of foil appear out of pockets. Ella looked at me and said. “We’re getting the better deal here, each of them is only going to fuck 2 girls, you and me are going to be fucked by 5 guys.” I smiled realising that she was right. I looked at the 5 guys and realised that they all looked a little dazed. I wondered if they were a bit drunk or something and hoped that they could all get it up, but I hadn’t seen much evidence of alcohol. Then I saw one of them put a white pill in his mouth and I thought, “They’re all high on drugs.” I thought about getting up and leaving but then I thought about their cocks. Two of the guys had already dropped their jeans and undies and were showing their hard cocks. One was a black guy and that saying that all black guys have big cocks crossed my mind. It was certainly true about the 2 cocks that I could see right then. I watched the condoms being rolled down their cocks then they both looked at Ella and me, smiled and came over to us. My legs automatically opened wider as my first black cock advanced on my pussy. “Another first to cross off my bucked list.” I though as the huge cock started to stretch my vagina. I don’t know what drugs they were taking but whatever it was made those cocks hard but it also made them cum quicker. It was what seemed like only 30 minutes later that all 5 guys had fucked me, me only managing to cum twice. It was Isaac that finally spoke, “Okay guys, it’s streaking time.” I had mixed feelings, on the one hand I really wanted to run around outside in public totally naked but I was nervous. My mind started going over the pros and the cons. It was dark outside, the pubs hadn’t shut so there would be lots of people around, there might be some coppers around, I didn’t know how far or even where Isaac intended us all to run. “Sod it.” I thought, and as the others started to leave the room I went with them. We were of the 5th floor so there were lots of stairs to go down and we passed some people going up who stood to the side and smiled as Ella and I passed them. One of the guys saying, “Pissed or what?” “Or what.” I replied as I kept going down.” I was till nervous when we got outside but at the same time I felt great and I realised that I really did like being naked outside with other people looking at me. “LET’S GO.” Isaac shouted and we all started running. Thankfully there wasn’t much traffic around and thankfully I didn’t see any coppers. What I did hear was lots of guys and girls cheering us on, all of which added to the excitement. I’d never run when I had a wet pussy before and it felt bit squishy and strange, but certainly not unpleasant. On we ran, turning corners and avoiding cars that had stopped so that the passengers could stare at us and before I knew it we were back where we stared. Unfortunately, or not, none if us had a door card with us and we couldn’t get into the building for a couple of minutes until 2 girls, probably coming back from a pub, arrived. In fits of giggling and staring at the 5 soft cocks the girls kept us waiting for a couple of minutes before 1 of them opened the door for us. The 5 guys started running up the stairs but Ella and I went to the lift with the 2 clothed girls. “Good night out girls?” I asked the 2 clothed girls. “Yeah, but not as good as you 2 by the looks of it.” One of the girls replied with a little giggle. “Yes, it was fun, a gang-bang followed by a streak,” Ella replied, “you should try it sometime.” I think that the gang-bang part surprised the clothed girls because they went quiet and the lift soon stopped at the 5th floor and Ella and I got out. Back in the room I saw 5 guys all collapsed on sofas and chairs. I looked around for my clothes and got dressed before saying, “That was fun guys, we should do it again sometime.” Then I walked out the door and quickly left. Back in my room I crossed a couple of things off my bucket list then went to bed. *****

Saturday Night School byjessica_tang_vonharper© Saturday Night School Ch. 13 Charlie and Michelle play a game at Glenn's party. "You got rid of that other stuff already?" Ronni asked as they attached the camera to the computer in the editing bay and started to upload the footage. "The stuff you filmed at the end?" "Yeah, it's been deleted." "Good." Ronni crossed her arms. "This hard drive already has too much secret porn on it." Charlie chuckled. They watched the data start to copy over. "Hey," he said, "do you want to go to a party this weekend?" "Glenn Mack's party?" "Yeah." Ronni smiled slightly. "I was wondering if you would invite me. Actually, Michelle already asked if I wanted to go. She told me about it two days ago." "Oh. She did?" "I told her I can't go. My family is driving to Sacramento for the weekend." "Oh. All right." Charlie leaned back in his chair. Michelle had already invited Ronni to the party. Did Michelle invite her for a specific reason? Maybe to keep Charlie company while Michelle was with Glenn? Or did Michelle just invite Ronni because Michelle and Ronni now seemed to be best friends who planned to do things together? Charlie didn't want to go to the party alone, but he couldn't see any other option. His intent was to find a way to steal Michelle away from the party, and he couldn't do that if he brought other people with him. Ronni might have helped him, she was the only one who knew about his secret affair with Michelle. But Ronni was going to be in Sacramento. So he would go to the party alone. He would arrive alone, and later on, he would leave with Michelle. That was the plan and the goal. Slip into Glenn Mack's party, even though Glenn hadn't invited him. Locate Michelle, where she undoubtedly would be, sitting with all of her friends, probably even sitting with Glenn Mack himself. Whisk her away without anyone noticing, even though Michelle was supposedly the whole reason for Glenn Mack throwing the party. Charlie's mission if he chose to accept it, a mission impossible. Or he could fail. He could chicken out. If that happened, he would once again be the bearded man at the back of the movie theater. Sitting and watching Michelle from a distance, helpless to make any moves that would win her to his side. If that was the case, then better to not go at all. He could stay home, watch TV, maybe tell himself he didn't go to the party because he trusted Michelle to stay true to him. No, he wouldn't stay home. He did trust Michelle. It was Glenn Mack he didn't trust. Saturday came. Charlie picked his clothes carefully. He intended to dress like a spy, someone who would blend in, someone who wouldn't be noticed. Black shirt, black jeans, a baggy black jacket. Looking at himself in the mirror, he thought he looked less like a spy, more like a cat burglar. "I'm the bad guy in this movie," he told his reflection. "The party crasher that's going to ruin the party." Actually, he wasn't technically a party crasher. Michelle had invited him; she had even texted him the address. Vampire Vanessa had invited him as well, that day in the hall. "You should come," she had said. So there was that. He went to the party an hour and a half after it supposedly started, half an hour after the time when Michelle said she would be there. The party wasn't hard to find; he didn't need to check the house numbers. The noise and the mass of cars on the street made it clear which house was having the party. Glenn's house was only a mile away from the juice bar where Charlie had dropped Michelle off after their brunch date. Maybe Michelle's house was in the same neighborhood. Maybe it was within a few blocks. Michelle's mother was friends with Glenn's mother, after all. It was a nice house. Bigger than Charlie's, maybe even twice as big. The front door was open and a group of teenagers sat around the front porch, talking and laughing. Charlie didn't recognize any of them. He also noticed some people walking around the left side of the house, where a gate stood open and a walkway seemed to lead to the backyard. He could see lights glowing in the backyard, and decided to take that path instead. Maybe he could slip into the house through the back door and attract less attention. No one noticed him as he walked through the gate and followed the path towards the back of the house. He could hear music playing from outdoor speakers, not obnoxiously loud but loud enough to be heard several houses away. Some male singer strumming on a guitar and singing about love. Maybe the neighbors would be happy it wasn't rap or electronic dance music. Halfway along the path, he noticed something attached to the house that looked familiar. He crouched down and let the light of his phone flash over the object, confirming that it was what he thought it was. Charlie glanced towards the back yard, but no one was headed in his direction. He was alone. He had come to the party with a plan to get Michelle away from Glenn. Now, he had an idea for a phase two of his plan. He leaned over the object, his hands moving quickly. Three minutes later, during which thankfully he wasn't discovered, Charlie rose from his crouch and continued to the backyard. Glenn Mack had a swimming pool, but no one was swimming. A few groups sat outside on deck chairs drinking from red cups and talking. One group of teenagers smoked by the diving board. Kim Mink was in one of the groups, along with several other theater kids Charlie recognized. Kim had a large travel mug that she was sipping from, undoubtedly filled with strong coffee. "Charlie," she called out to him when she saw him, and he felt obligated to stop by and say hello. "What's up, Charlie," said Toki Cho, a tall, slim Korean boy. "Heard you got into the Apex program at Jefferson. Congrats." Toki was a junior; he was in Charlie's Theater Tech class. His real name was Paul, but everyone called him Toki Doki because of his alleged drug use. He reeked of marijuana. "Thanks," Charlie said. A long-haired blonde girl named Rachel asked, "When do we get to see the film you've been working on? Are you going to show it at school?" Rachel was one of Kim's friends. Probably Kim had mentioned that she was one of the actors in the film. "Yeah," Charlie said. "I'll see if I can do a premiere in one of the rooms." No one asked him about Michelle, and Charlie guessed that Kim hadn't mentioned Michelle's impromptu nude scene to anyone. Kim Mink always seemed to have a unique perspective on things and she might not have even considered Michelle's nudity to be an interesting topic of conversation. After a few minutes, Charlie excused himself, telling the group that he wanted to go inside and get something to drink. He entered the house through the back door, which led directly into the kitchen. It was a large kitchen with dark granite countertops and a middle island. The island was covered with half-empty bottles of alcohol and red cups. Two tall girls were in the process of pouring themselves drinks; they didn't even look at him as he passed. Charlie didn't really want a drink. He wanted to find Michelle. The front room was large, brightly lit and filled with people, maybe fifteen in total. Charlie scanned the faces and recognized some of them, fellow seniors from Pine Hills. He didn't see Michelle or any of her friends. One of the walls had family pictures on it: pictures of little-boy Glenn; teenage Glenn; Glenn's parents; Glenn with another boy who was probably his younger brother. Glenn had the same confident smile in all of the pictures. Charlie went through a doorway into a darker part of the house. He saw a line of women waiting at a door that was probably the bathroom. Through another doorway and he stood in the first of a series of three dimly-lit rooms that were all open to each other, effectively creating one long room. The room Charlie stood in was the dining room. The dining room table remained, but the chairs had all been taken away. Charlie could see the room at the far end held a pool table and a piano. Two men were playing pool, while another two watched. The large room in the middle was the entertainment room, filled with couches and a large flat-screen television that was mounted on one of the walls. This was the room where Charlie finally saw Michelle. She was talking to another cheerleader, illuminated by the glow of whatever was playing on the TV. She hadn't noticed Charlie's arrival. Glenn stood nearby, less than five feet away. The groups were segregated by gender, Michelle sitting with a group of five girls, and Glenn standing with three other boys. Cody was one of them. Michelle wore a black tank top that showed off her flat midriff. A dark skirt flared over her legs, and she wore gleaming black boots. Charlie gazed at her and once again marveled that he had become so close to the woman that he considered to be the prettiest at Pine Hills High. Glenn turned towards the group of girls and said something, smiling that same confident smile. The girls laughed at his joke. Michelle laughed, too. "Asshole," Charlie muttered, scowling. "Ah," said a sultry voice behind him. "Charlie. You've finally arrived." He should have already known who he would see when he turned to look, but still he had a moment of wondering who could be expecting him. Vampire Vanessa was dressed in tight, black jeans and a long-sleeve black shirt that was also very tight. Her long, black hair was down and she wore bright red lipstick. Pendant earrings looked like wind chimes dangling from her ears. She didn't enter the room but beckoned him to join her in the hall. Charlie wanted to glance towards Michelle, to check if she had noticed him, but Vanessa's eyes were on him and he knew she wouldn't miss such a glance. He stepped into the hall. "Hey, Vanessa," he greeted her. Vanessa gazed at him critically. "You came here by yourself?" "Yes," Charlie answered, wondering why it mattered. Then he noticed that Vanessa wasn't alone. A slim brown-haired girl stood next to her. She was slightly taller than Vanessa and wore faded blue jeans and a tight gray t-shirt with the Powerpuff Girls on it. "This is Talia," Vanessa introduced her. "Talia, meet Charlie." "Hey, Charlie," Talia said. "Hi." "Talia is my cousin from Linterna," Vanessa said. "She's going to be your friend while you're here at this party. All right?" "My friend?" Charlie was confused. "I'll be over with Michelle," Vanessa said, touching Charlie's arm. "Maybe I'll see you over there." And she walked away. Charlie was too surprised by her sudden departure to say anything, and before he knew it, he was alone with Talia in the hallway. He looked at Talia. "Uh... so what is she talking about?" Talia shrugged. "Vanessa asked me to stay with you and keep an eye on you. She said you might get into trouble." "Trouble? What does that mean? What kind of trouble?" "Well, I don't know exactly," Talia admitted. "Vanessa was a little mysterious about it. I got the impression that some of the guys here don't like you very much, and might not be happy to see you. But if they think you're here with someone, they'll leave you alone." She hastily added, "Not that this is a date. I'm just doing this as a favor for Vanessa." "Let me get this straight," Charlie said. "If Glenn and Cody see me here alone, they're coming after me? And Vanessa is trying to protect me by making it seem like I'm here with you?" "I guess," Talia said. "Vanessa didn't tell me specific names. Why don't they like you?" Charlie hesitated, reminding himself where the line lay between what was well known and what was secret. "They think I'm chasing Michelle," he told Talia. "Vanessa's friend Michelle? Is she here?" Talia asked. "I know her name but I'm not sure what she looks like." "She's in the next room, by the TV. Vanessa's probably with her. Michelle's in the black top, black skirt and boots. Dark hair like Vanessa's, but wavier." Talia peeked into that room. "I think I see the one you mean. Wow, she's beautiful." "Out of my league, huh?" Talia chuckled. "Yeah. No offense." Talia stepped back into the hallway. "So are you really chasing after her?" "No," Charlie lied. "I know she's out of my league. And she just sees me as a friend. Everyone knows it. She's made it pretty clear." Maybe if he convinced Talia she had no real reason to stay with him, then she'd leave him alone. "Just a friend, huh? That's rough." Talia nodded towards the kitchen. "Hey, do you want to get something to drink?" "I can't," he said. "I drove here." "Doesn't have to be alcohol. Let's see what they have." Talia caught his arm and tugged him towards the kitchen. "Come on." Charlie didn't have a better idea. He followed her to the kitchen, where they found a cooler filled with soft drinks and bottles of Gatorade. Charlie grabbed a Sprite, and Talia poured herself a lemonade with a splash of vodka. "So, you say she just sees you as a friend." Talia continued the conversation right where they left off. "And you're not chasing after her. But some people still have doubts about you, huh? Glenn and Cody, because they don't want you here. Are Glenn and Michelle dating? Because I know Vanessa is dating Cody." "Why don't you ask Vanessa for all the details?" Charlie muttered. "She wouldn't tell me very much. I think she thought you would be the one who would tell me everything." Talia paused to think. "Vanessa must be on your side. Right? Why else would she want to protect you like this?" "I have no idea why Vanessa wants to protect me," Charlie said. "Although, Vanessa was the one who invited me here." "Seriously?" Talia seemed impressed by this. "Hey, let's go back over there." "You want to find Vanessa?" "No. Not yet. I was thinking we would just hang out by the dining room table until Glenn and Cody see you. To find out if they're cool with you being here. What do you think?" And Michelle would see him, too. Charlie checked his phone. He still had time before phase one of his plan kicked off. "Okay," he said. "Let's go." *** "I'm going to school in Linterna next year," Charlie told Talia. "Jefferson U." "Oh, really? It's a beautiful campus. Are you going to move there?" "I don't think so. I'm not sure. I might commute." "I'm taking classes at LCC right now," Talia said. "Linterna Community College. It's on the west side of Linterna." Her eyes peeked to the side. "Ah. They see you." "Who?" "Cody. He took a long look at you. Now he's saying something to Vanessa." He wanted to ask, what about Michelle? Did Michelle see him? Was she looking at him? It took all his will to keep from looking in that direction. "What do you think?" he muttered. "Are they going to be cool?" "I think so. Vanessa's talking to him. Probably telling him you're here with me. After that, it should be no big deal." Talia tapped her cup with her fingernails. Her nails were painted purple. "Let's just keep talking. I'll let you know when I think it's safe." "Oh. Right. Umm... so you're older than Vanessa? You're out of high school?" "I graduated last year." She grinned. "I know. Everyone thinks Vanessa is older. But I'm actually a year ahead of her." Charlie felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. Someone had just sent him a text message. He slipped the phone out and glanced at the screen. It read: "There you are." It was from Michelle. Charlie looked at Talia to see if she had read the message, but Talia wasn't paying attention. She was still focused on Vanessa and the crowd in the adjoining room. Charlie couldn't stop himself; he glanced towards Michelle. She wasn't looking in his direction. If not for the message he had just received, he would have thought that she was still unaware he was at the party. Charlie wanted to respond to her text, but he couldn't do it, not while Talia was standing right there. Talia wasn't just there to make him appear less threatening to Glenn and Cody. She was also there as Vanessa's spy. Undoubtedly, anything she learned about Charlie's secret relationship with Michelle would be relayed to Vanessa. "... it's actually a really good price for the amount of food you get," Talia was saying. She was telling him good places to eat around Jefferson University. Charlie did his best to seem like he was listening, catching just enough details to hold up his end of the conversation. His phone vibrated again. Another message. Fortunately, Talia received a message a second later, and checked her own phone. Charlie slipped his out and read the new message from Michelle. It read: "Do you like my heart?" Charlie looked over at Michelle. She was gazing right at him, a tiny smile on her lips. She had a small red heart drawn on her left cheek. "Just a minute," Talia said. "Vanessa's texting me." She was distracted by her own phone, and Charlie took the opportunity to quickly write a message to Michelle. "Yes," he typed. "I love it." He sent the message. He did his best to avoid looking right at Michelle, but out of the corner of his eye, he could see her check her phone, then write something back. His phone vibrated. Her new message: "I have five more hearts drawn on me. I wonder how many you can find?" He peeked at her. She had her eyes down, but she was smiling to herself. One heart on her cheek, five more hidden elsewhere. She had bare arms, bare shoulders, bare midriff. A stretch of bare leg between the bottom of her skirt and the top of her boots. No hearts visible anywhere. Yes, this was a game he was happy to play. He considered whether he should try to explain Talia's presence to Michelle. He didn't have time to write a long text message, and he couldn't figure out a concise way to express who Talia was. Talia, the spy? Talia, Vanessa's cousin? Talia, the stranger he had never met before today, who had attached herself to him? Before he could make a decision, Talia grabbed his arm. "Let's go over there," she said. "Vanessa says it's fine." They walked into the middle room, and Talia walked right up to Vanessa and her friends to say hello. The reception was warm for Talia but noticeably colder for Charlie. Cody looked at him with outright disdain, and some of Michelle's cheerleader friends seemed puzzled by his presence, as if they didn't feel he belonged there. Glenn played the confident and polite host. He shook Charlie's hand in a strong grip. "Glad you could make it," he said. "There's plenty to drink in the kitchen. Help yourself." "Thanks," Talia answered before Charlie could. "We were just there." She held up her cup, which was now half full. "Talia's my cousin," Vanessa said. "From Linterna." "Oh, really?" Glenn said. "How do you know her, Charlie?" Charlie glanced at Talia. "I met her through Vanessa. I'm going to Jefferson U. next year, I'll probably be in Linterna a lot. Vanessa thought it would be good for me to know someone there." "Cool." Glenn nodded. He seemed satisfied with that answer. His next words were directed to a tall boy standing nearby, and Charlie had the feeling that he and Talia had just been dismissed. Talia found a place for them to sit, on a couch about five feet away from where Michelle was leaning against a table. Close enough to hear her voice but not close enough to talk to her. The television was on in the room, playing a Nicholas Cage movie, one that Charlie hadn't seen before. No one seemed to be watching the movie; it just played in the background while people talked. Talia already knew some of Vanessa's friends, and easily joined in on their conversation. Charlie glanced at Michelle, hoping to catch her eye, but either she didn't notice him or she was pretending she didn't notice him. Charlie wondered how he could get her alone. He wanted to tell her about Talia, and about the different phases of his plan. He wanted to find some of the hearts she had hidden on her body. They weren't visible on the skin she was showing, so that meant they were hidden underneath her clothes. And she didn't have a whole lot on. He checked the time. Half an hour until things started to happen. "How're you doing?" Talia asked him. "Need another drink?" "No," he said. "Do you? I can get you one." "I'm good for now," she said. "Maybe in a few minutes." He leaned towards her. "It seems like everything's cool here," he whispered. "You don't need to pretend to be my date anymore. Go and have fun." "No way," she said. "Vanessa gave me my orders. She drove me from Linterna just for this mission. I'm going to see it through." She smiled. "Anyways, I am having fun." "What do you get out of this, anyway?" Charlie muttered. "A favor. Vanessa asked me to do this as a favor, so I get a favor in return. A favor from Vanessa is a valuable thing, trust me." "I bet." Charlie took a long drink from his Sprite, nearly emptying it, then snuck another glance at Michelle. He was disturbed to see that Glenn was now standing right next to her. He was telling Michelle an anecdote, and when Charlie tried to listen, he couldn't hear anything but Talia talking next to him. A girl sitting near them had a sister who was a junior at Jefferson University, and suddenly, Charlie found himself drawn into a three-way conversation about the Jefferson University campus. He wanted to hear everything, and struggled to untangle the words being said to him from the words being said to Michelle a few feet away. A stupid anecdote. That's all it was, a dumb childhood story about catching a big fish on Safira lake. Glenn was telling the story with that same confident smile that he used when posing for family pictures. A pointless, boring story. So why was Michelle smiling and laughing as she listened? "Glenn!" Calvin Holtz called loudly from near the TV. Calvin was another football player, a wide receiver. He was beckoning everyone over. "Come on, bro! This is the part I was telling about! You gotta watch it! It's a classic scene!" On the screen, Nicholas Cage was dressed in a nun costume, trying to infiltrate the enemy lair. Calvin was so loud and enthusiastic that he drew everyone's attention. People gathered by the TV. Some of them stood to get a better look. Charlie noticed Glenn walking quickly over to where Calvin was standing. He also noticed Michelle wasn't following. Even Talia stood to try and see the TV. The gathering crowd formed a wall facing the screen, and everyone else had to stand and join the wall if they wanted to see anything. Charlie made a show of standing behind Talia, even bumping into her to reassure her of his presence, before stepping backwards and slipping away. The crowd laughed at the scene unfolding in the movie, which reassured Charlie that no one paid attention to what was happening behind them. Michelle lingered towards the back of the room, standing by herself, facing away from the screen. She didn't see Charlie as he silently approached. "Hello," he said softly, when he was close enough to smell the scent of her perfume. "Hi," she whispered. He leaned towards her and pressed a soft kiss against the little red heart drawn on her cheek. "That's one." "One," she murmured. "You need to find five more." He touched the strap on her right shoulder and pulled it to the side, checking underneath it. Nothing. But when he moved the strap on her left shoulder, he found a second red heart, just above the swell of her breast. "I should have known," he said, as he leaned forward and kissed this one. "Right where your real heart is, right?" "Two," she said. "Keep going." Whatever was happening in the movie was still happening. The crowd around the TV laughed at something, and the sound of gunfire came from the screen. No one was looking in their direction at the moment, but Charlie had no idea when the scene would finish. Still, he started to unbutton the front of Michelle's tank top. It had three buttons, to allow the woman to adjust the amount of cleavage she was showing. Michelle had kept them all buttoned, but Charlie swiftly had them all undone. He reached down the front of her tank top and found her left breast, pulling it free. No heart there, but when he pulled out her right breast, he found a red heart drawn just above the nipple. "Talia is Vanessa's cousin," he said. His fingers stroked her breast, drawing circles around the heart. "I know," she murmured. "Three." He leaned forward to kiss this third heart. His mouth found her nipple, and he sucked on it. Michelle touched his hair with her fingers, sighing as his tongue swirled around the hard tip of her nipple. Charlie put his hand on her other breast, tugging on her left nipple with his fingers while he sucked on her right. Some instinct warned him that he should pull away, that he would be testing his luck if he went any further. He stood up straight and took a step backwards, and a second later the crowd started to turn away from the TV screen. Charlie walked at an angle away from Michelle, to make it seem as if they had been standing a distance apart. He glanced at Michelle and could see that she was swiftly pulling up her top and refastening the buttons. Charlie found his spot behind Talia just before she turned around to look for him. "Weird movie, huh?" She grinned. She didn't seem to have noticed his absence at all. "Yeah. I've never seen this one before," he said. "Me, either." Talia leaned closer to him. "Do you still want to be here? Look over there." She nodded behind him. Charlie glanced in that direction and saw that Glenn had returned to his place by Michelle. Michelle was leaning against the table and Glenn stood in front of her, telling her something which was making her smile. Glenn gestured broadly with his hands while he talked; Michelle wasn't saying much but she listened and nodded. "You never said. Are they dating?" Talia asked. "I don't know." Charlie shrugged, as if it didn't matter to him. "Maybe." "You don't care? It seems like he's working his charms on her." Talia glanced at the couple again. "I like that heart on her cheek. So cute." "Michelle and I are friends. That's all. So she can do whatever she wants." "Sure," Talia said. She raised her empty cup. "Hey, let's get another drink." "Now?" "Yeah. Come on." They went back to the kitchen. It was empty except for two blonde girls drinking White Claws. Talia grabbed the lemonade bottle and the vodka. "You want one?" she asked Charlie. "No. I'm driving." She poured him one anyway. "You're not hard to read, Charlie," she said as she passed him the red cup. "I can see the way your face goes expressionless when you look at them. You don't like seeing them together." Charlie took a sip. He could taste just the slightest hint of vodka; Talia hadn't made the drink very strong. "No," he admitted. "I don't." "Has Michelle always said she just sees you as a friend?" Charlie took a sip from his drink. "Vanessa really didn't tell you anything, huh?" "No. She really didn't." Talia gazed at him with interest. "I might've had a chance, at one point," Charlie said. He was thinking of the day that Michelle had confronted him in the cafeteria, in front of everyone. If Vanessa hadn't told Talia about that incident before, she would surely fill her in during the after-party debriefing. "A chance with her?" Talia asked. "Yeah. But I messed it up." "What did you do to mess it up?" Charlie could still smell the faint scent of Michelle's perfume, transferred from her skin to his mouth while he had been kissing her just a few minutes before. "I thought there was no way someone like her could like someone like me," he said to Talia. "I thought she was out of my league, just like we said. So when the opportunities came, I passed them up." "And now it's too late?" "You asked if they're dating," Charlie said. "Well, Glenn asked her to the prom and she said yes. So yeah, they're dating." "Oh, that's rough." Talia bobbed her head thoughtfully. "Well, you know... everyone ends up having regrets. Sometimes you just have to move on. You can't dwell on the past." "Yeah," Charlie said. His mind was on the other hearts hidden on Michelle's body. How he could get her alone, how he could search for them. "You're right." "It's a party, right? We don't have to go back to where those two are. We could go somewhere else. It's a big house. Or we could go outside." "I guess..." "Charlie!" Talia gazed sternly at him. "Vanessa invited you here, right? And she asked me to keep an eye on you while you're here. Like it or not, she's your friend, and she wants to make sure you don't get yourself into any trouble. Don't do something crazy, something that'll start a fight. Just relax, have a good time. You shouldn't get hung up on what you can't control." "I didn't seem relaxed in there?" "No. You were tense. You had an eye on them the whole time. Every time she laughed, you wanted to check on her." Talia shrugged. "If it's hard to see them together, maybe the answer is to stop looking. Go somewhere else. That's all I'm saying." Her words were like a cue. As soon as she said them, Glenn came through the kitchen door, followed by Michelle. He was saying, "... it usually has rum but I can make one without rum and it's just as good." "Seriously?" Talia muttered under her breath. "Hey, Glenn!" one of the blondes chirped, followed quickly by the other. They both seemed very happy to see him. "Hey, Heather. Hey, Sloan," Glenn greeted them. He glanced at Charlie and Talia and nodded in their direction, acknowledging them. "I'm going to make some mint mojitos. Anyone interested?" Heather and Sloan both immediately said yes. "That's two," Glenn said. He smiled at Michelle. "A virgin mojito for Michelle. What about you guys? You want a mint mojito?" He looked at Charlie and Talia. "Sure!" Charlie said immediately. He glanced at Talia. "It's a party, right?" Talia must have expected some tension in the room between Charlie and Glenn. She grinned, relieved that he had accepted Glenn's offer. "I'll have one, too," she said. "Five mint mojitos," Glenn said. "And one virgin mojito." He smiled at Michelle. "Michelle doesn't drink." Heather and Sloan both giggled as if this was a joke. Charlie peeked at Michelle out of the corner of his eye. She wasn't giggling or even smiling. She hadn't said a word to anyone since entering the kitchen, and she was putting on a show of ignoring Charlie, as if things were cold between them. Charlie noted with interest the location where she had chosen to stand, on the other side of the kitchen island from Glenn, almost directly behind the tall football player. A spot where Glenn couldn't see her easily unless he turned completely around. "Anything we can do to help?" Charlie asked. "Sure," Glenn said. "Do you want to cut some limes?" He was pulling out ingredients. The limes were large and he set them on a white cutting board. "Okay." Charlie moved towards the counter by Glenn, and Talia followed his lead, moving in the same direction. To Charlie, it felt like he was directing the scene, blocking it out for his actors, putting everyone in the right place for what would happen next. He had his red cup in his hand, and he pretended to carelessly set it on the island, intentionally perching it on the edge. It fell. The cup didn't have much left in it, but what was there splashed over the kitchen tiles and the cup rolled away. "Aw, shit!" Charlie exclaimed. "Sorry, I'll clean it up." "No big deal," Glenn said. "Paper towels are right next to you." Some of the lemonade had spattered on Michelle's boots. She even had a few droplets on her leg, just above her knee. She acted as if she wasn't aware of it; her attention was directed towards Glenn and his mojito preparation. Charlie dropped down next to Michelle with the roll of paper towels. He pulled off a few sheets and placed them on the floor over the spill, letting them absorb the small puddle of lemonade. Then he pulled off another paper towel and began to clean Michelle's boots. Michelle didn't acknowledge his actions; her only reaction was to cross her arms and lean against the kitchen island. He moved higher up Michelle's leg, cleaning the tiny drops of lemonade from around her knees. Then higher still, up under her skirt, pretending to wipe away drops of lemonade up there. She wore a black thong underneath her skirt, which Charlie glimpsed as he raised the skirt higher. He moved the paper towel to his left hand, and pretended to be cleaning the floor while his right hand slipped up Michelle's skirt to press against her ass. Glenn was drawing all the attention in the room to himself, talking through his mint mojito process like he was the star of a cooking show. It seemed like he enjoyed being at the center of things, particularly when his audience consisted of four attractive girls. No one paid any attention to Charlie as he squeezed and stroked Michelle's ass under her skirt. His fingers explored between her legs, finding the shape of her pussy beneath the skimpy fabric of the thong. Heat radiated from this part of her, and her arousal had already dampened the fabric. Lifting up part of her skirt, Charlie glimpsed a tiny heart drawn on her left thigh. That made four. He lifted her skirt and kissed the heart to let her know he had found it. A slight smile was Michelle's only reaction. Charlie stood and tossed the wet paper towels into a nearby trashcan. He was still in a good position, standing behind Glenn and Talia but close enough to Michelle that he could keep his hand under her skirt. Both of them put on a show of being aloof with each other; Charlie only spoke to Talia and Glenn, and Michelle barely talked at all. Every so often, they would exchange a cold glance. No one suspected that under Michelle's skirt, Charlie's hand was busy squeezing and fondling her. Talia took six glasses out of the cupboard. "Weak or strong?" Glenn asked Talia. He held a bottle of white rum. "Umm... medium," she said, smiling. The same question was presented to Heather and Sloan, and they both asked for a strong drink. "I'll go with medium, too," Charlie said. "And Michelle is our virgin," Glenn said, to more giggles from the two blondes. Charlie kept his face carefully neutral. Michelle's drink might be a virgin, but Michelle herself currently had her thong peeled down to her upper thighs and Charlie's hand between her legs stroking her slick pussy. The final step in Glenn's drink preparation required mixing the ingredients in a cocktail shaker. "You're first," Glenn told Talia, and carefully filled the shaker with the ingredients. He cradled the shaker as if he was holding a football and bounced it precisely and vigorously back and forth. Charlie turned to look at Michelle's profile. Despite his manipulations between her legs, she was maintaining an expression of polite interest on her face, hiding all evidence of her arousal. Charlie felt a desire to test her composure. He wanted to do something that would startle her. Shock her. He pulled his hand out from under her skirt. Pretending to rub his nose, he inhaled the scent of Michelle on his fingers. It was a wonderful scent, bringing with it a flood of memories; memories of passionate encounters, of danger, of desire. Leaning forward so that the lower half of his body was hidden by the kitchen island, Charlie reached down and tugged his zipper down. His cock was already hard, and it took some careful manipulation before he was able to pull it out through the zipper hole. It pressed against the cool tile of the kitchen island. No one noticed, not even Michelle. Charlie slowly stepped sideways and behind Michelle. He lifted up the edge of her skirt and let his cock bob underneath it. The head of it touched her leg, and he received the reaction he had been hoping for; Michelle turned her head to look at him in wide-eyed astonishment. But she recovered quickly, adjusting her skirt so that it draped over his jutting erection. She leaned forward again, resting on the island, and Charlie let his cock settle against the crack of her ass. The feel of his swollen prick resting against the silky skin of her bare ass, knowing that they dared such a lewd and intimate contact in a room full of people, made him feel like he was on the verge of cumming. Charlie knew that if what he was doing was discovered, Cody and his football friends would be on him in seconds. They would beat him to a pulp and throw him out of the party. Maybe that was part of what made it so exciting. Loud voices came from near the back door, giving them a few seconds warning before a line of large guys entered the kitchen. Michelle reacted immediately, stepping backwards, pushing Charlie behind her until his back touched the wall. His erection, previously pressed against her ass, slid into the gap between her thong and her pussy and nestled between her thighs. To the line of men entering the party, it probably appeared that she was just giving them space to pass. "What's up, Glenn!" an enormous man hailed their host. Charlie didn't recognize any of the four men, although they looked like football players. Maybe they were college boys. They made the kitchen seem smaller, which was a good thing; it allowed Charlie and Michelle to press together, Charlie's front to Michelle's back, without it seeming conspicuous. Michelle started to slowly move her hips back and forth, sliding over Charlie's cock. The pleasure was incredible. He didn't want to get carried away, he didn't want to bend her over and start fucking her in front of everyone. But he loved the feel of her warmth wrapped around his cock, the slick desire of her pussy kissing him each time she pushed against him. If I don't cum now, he thought deliriously, we're going to have some incredible sex later on. The thought of cumming between Michelle's legs in the crowded kitchen was both extremely hot and utterly terrifying. If that happened, how could they possibly hide it? The four big men stood around for several minutes like bulls in a holding pen, bumping into each other, bumping into Charlie and Michelle. Each took a turn greeting Glenn before finally the group proceeded deeper into the house. As soon as the men left, Michelle was in motion, stepping back towards the kitchen island. Charlie had to step with her or his erection would pull free and be exposed. Michelle leaned against the island, and Charlie managed to extract himself. He bent over, pretending to pick up something from the floor, and quickly shoved his cock back into his pants. Michelle murmured something that he couldn't hear. "What?" he whispered as he stood up. No one appeared to have noticed his odd behavior. "Four," she repeated softly. "Two left." "Medium strength mojito, for Charlie Tucker!" Glenn proclaimed loudly, pouring the contents of the shaker into a glass. He delivered the glass to Charlie. Charlie picked it up; he could see that his hand was quivering with nervous energy as he lifted the glass to his mouth. "Well?" Glenn asked. Charlie took a sip. It tasted strong. "Best mint mojito I've ever had," he proclaimed. Actually, it was the only one he'd ever had. But Glenn was happy to accept the compliment. As Glenn turned back to make the next mojito, Charlie leaned towards Michelle. "When the Thai food comes," he whispered, "go to the backyard." "Thai food?" She looked puzzled. "Soon," he said. He couldn't explain his plan beyond that, because Glenn turned around and presented Michelle with her drink. "Here you go," he said, smiling widely. "One mint mojito. No alcohol." He had even put a little umbrella in it. Talia tugged at Charlie's arm. "Come on, Charlie," she said. "Let's go find Vanessa." She had her own mojito in her hand. Charlie reluctantly let her lead him away from Michelle, out of the kitchen and into the hallway. But instead of turning towards the room where Vanessa was, Talia led him towards the front room. "Charlie!" Her voice was scolding. "What were you doing in there?" "Uh..." "I just gave you a huge hunk of time with Michelle. You were standing right next to her, Glenn was distracted with his whole bartender thing, you had a great opportunity to talk to her. But I don't think you two said a single word to each other." "Um... no. I guess not." "Even if she says you're just a friend, you should still talk to her. Nothing gained by being shy. Right?" "Right. I know." Charlie took a swallow of his drink. The minty smell of it reminded him of toothpaste. "Do you think she was disappointed I didn't talk to her more?" "I don't know. Honestly, she seemed pretty determined to ignore you." Talia sipped from her glass. "Actually, she seemed distracted. If it makes you feel any better, I didn't get the sense that she's that interested in Glenn, either." "No? You don't think so?" "No. It's kind of his fault, though. He kept flirting with those two blonde girls, right in front of her... that's no way to act, if Michelle's the one he's dating. He should've paid more attention to her." "Yeah." Charlie held up his drink. "Why did he bring her into the kitchen to watch him make mojitos? She doesn't even drink." Talia sipped hers. "Tastes good, though. Careful. He was generous with the rum." Talia watched him over the top of her glass as she took a longer sip. "Glenn is interested in mixing drinks. So he assumes that everyone else must be interested in it, too. What about you, Charlie?" "Am I interested in mixing drinks?" "No. You say you like Michelle. Do you know her interests? Or do you just assume she likes the same things you do?" "I know some of her interests," Charlie said. "Really? Because it didn't seem like you had much to say to her, just now." Charlie started to respond, but he was distracted by noise coming from the front door. "Glenn! Where's Glenn?" someone was yelling, and the call started to be picked up by others around the front door. "Where's Glenn?" "Get Glenn and Cody!" "The food is here!" A girl passed through the room. "Is Glenn here? Is Glenn here?" she was asking everyone she passed. Heather appeared with her mojito. "Are you looking for Glenn?" she asked the girl. "He's in the back." "Can you tell him his food is here?" the girl said. "The guy from the Thai restaurant is here. He has deliveries for Glenn and Cody." "Okay." Heather turned and disappeared down the hallway. From the front door, Charlie heard voices talking to the deliveryman, offering to accept the delivery, which had already been paid for. However, the deliveryman kept insisting that he would only deliver the food to Glenn and Cody. More voices called for Glenn and Cody to come to the front door, and now other voices shouted that they were on their way. "Is it a prank?" Charlie asked Talia. "I don't know," she said. Glenn appeared in the hallway, leading an entourage of people behind him. Cody was with him, and also Vanessa. "I don't know," Glenn said as he walked past. "I didn't order anything. Is he asking for money?" It was natural for Charlie and Talia to join the end of the group as they walked by. Everyone was interested in seeing what was happening at the front door. But as soon as Talia merged with the group and pulled ahead, Charlie abruptly stopped walking. He turned and looked towards the kitchen. Michelle was standing by herself at the kitchen door. Their eyes met for a moment, then Michelle walked through the kitchen door, heading towards the backyard. Charlie followed. He didn't see her in the kitchen as he passed through. Pushing open the door to the outside, he stepped out to the backyard and looked around for her in the dim light. The backyard held close to fifteen people, some standing, some sitting, clustered in small groups, drinking and talking. He didn't see Kim Mink and that group out there anymore. It took him a moment to find Michelle, standing by herself on the grass. She watched him as he approached. "Thai food, huh?" She smiled. "This party seemed like it could use some food." He stopped in front of her, facing her. "You still have two hearts to find," she reminded him. "And there's a lot of people out here." "Not for long," he murmured. The sprinklers came on. Shouts and laughter came from all around the backyard. All the sprinklers had come on at the same time, spraying water everywhere. It was like a sudden rain storm; people grabbed their drinks and their bags in a mad scramble to escape into the house. A sprinkler head popped up to the left of Charlie and Michelle, and launched a thin fan of water which fell onto them like rain. Michelle laughed, holding out her hands and letting the drops fall on her palms. "Did you do this?" she asked. He didn't need to answer. Maybe he had been the cause, by changing the times on the automated sprinkler system he had found in the side yard. Or maybe it was just magic. He preferred that she think it was magic. They both stood where they were, facing each other, letting the tiny droplets drizzle over them while everyone else fled into the house. It wasn't long before they were all alone in the backyard. Or almost all alone. Charlie glanced to his left and saw Toki Doki about ten feet away, sitting in one of the deck chairs. He was slouched down in the chair, leaning back. His clothes were already soaked. "You don't mind the sprinklers, Toki?" Charlie asked. "Nah," Toki drawled. "Feels good." "Okay." Charlie turned towards Michelle. It was too late to do anything about Toki; he had two more hearts to find on Michelle's body, and not a lot of time to find them. He stepped forward and embraced her, kissing her hungrily. In the cold of the sprinkler's spray, the warmth of her body still radiated against him. His fingers found the straps on her bare shoulders; he slipped them to the sides. Her skin was slick from the water. He peeled her black top down, exposing her to the point where he could see the heart he had already found, the one above her right nipple. He pulled her close and his left hand found her breast. His other hand found the connectors at the back of her top and he swiftly unfastened them. The top slipped down, falling away from her front, exposing her breasts completely. He inspected them and still only saw the one heart above her right nipple. His fingers pinched that nipple as he leaned forward to kiss her again. Her nipples were easy to pinch, made hard by the cool water that sprinkled over her front. Charlie glanced over at their lone spectator. Toki was still slouched in his chair, observing them with interest. He was watching Michelle get stripped as if it was a show on television. Michelle wasn't looking at Toki but she was clearly very aware of him. She wanted to pretend to be oblivious to Toki's presence while her body was exposed to him. Charlie turned Michelle in place, moving her in a slow pirouette so he could inspect her body. Her top fell away, landing in the grass and leaving her topless as she spun. A heart on her right breast, another on her shoulder. None on her back. He lifted her skirt and touched her ass, rubbing the heart there, then continued to turn her so he could inspect her front. There. High up on her inner thigh, just below her thong. Charlie crouched down on the wet grass, lifting up her skirt. He could see the fifth heart clearly, it wasn't covered by her thong, but nevertheless he took hold of the thong and tugged it down her legs to her feet. Because he still had a sixth heart to find, and he suspected it was drawn right above her pussy. Charlie ran his hands up her left leg, and Michelle obediently opened her stance, allowing him to kiss the heart on her inner thigh. He moved his mouth higher, pressing it against her pussy, letting his tongue invade her. No sixth heart, but he loved the sweet tang of her arousal. "Are you guys, like, a couple or something?" Toki's voice came from their left. Charlie didn't bother to answer. He rose to his feet and embraced Michelle again, kissing her while his hand stroked her pussy, his index finger sliding between her labia. "You only found five," she said breathlessly. "Is that so?" "You need to find six to win." "I need one more." "Yes. One more." "Show me your asshole," he said. Michelle's eyes darted nervously towards Toki. Charlie didn't need to look; he knew Toki was still watching. Michelle undid a clasp at the back of her skirt to make it loose, then pushed it down her hips and let it fall around her feet. She was naked now except for her boots. She turned away from Charlie and bent over, leaving her legs apart, so that he had a perfect view of her pussy and ass. He could see her asshole, but didn't see any hearts drawn around it. We're insane, Charlie thought as he explored Michelle's completely exposed private parts, looking for that elusive sixth heart. His heart was thundering in his chest. He couldn't believe the risk Michelle was taking, standing completely naked in Glenn's backyard with her clothes strewn around the grass. Glenn would deal with the Thai food delivery; in fact, he probably already had. Soon he would notice that the backyard sprinklers were on. Any second, someone might push open the back door and see Michelle standing there totally exposed, offering her pussy and asshole for Charlie to inspect. Charlie stood, and he pulled Michelle upright, spun her to face him. "Giving up?" she asked. Yes, he was giving up, but his blood ran hot for her, and he pulled her in for another kiss, his hand groping roughly between her legs. He pushed two fingers into her; he kissed her mouth, her cheek, her chin. She moaned. He kissed her neck, licking the water that dripped from the strands of her dark hair. "Charlie!" she said suddenly, looking past his head. He knew they were caught even before he turned to look. Talia stood at the back door of the house, gaping at them. A moment later, she turned and disappeared back into the house. "Well," Michelle said. "Shit." She laughed. Charlie quickly pulled off his jacket. "Put this on," he said. He crouched and gathered up her clothes, wrapping them up in her skirt. When he stood up, Michelle had the jacket on and already zipped up. The jacket, which had been big on Charlie, covered her completely, coming down almost to her knees. "Let's go this way," Charlie said, taking her hand and pulling her towards the path that went around the side of the house. He glanced at Toki, still sitting under the sprinklers. "Bye, Toki." "See you," Toki said, waving. "You guys are awesome." The side path was empty except for a boy and girl leaning against the house in the shadows, kissing each other. The couple didn't pay any attention to Charlie and Michelle as they hurried past. Charlie glanced at the sprinkler controls. He had set the sprinklers to go on for ten minutes, and they were just about to turn off. No one paid any attention to them as they slipped away from the house. Charlie paused on the sidewalk as he recognized a car on the other side of the street, parked a few houses away. "Just a second," he told Michelle. "I need to say thanks." He approached the car, a white civic hatchback with "Full Moon Thai" written on the side. The driver was an Asian man in his thirties with a round face. The driver's side window was down, and the driver glanced at them as they walked up. "Oh, hey, Charlie," he said. "Hey, Lou," Charlie greeted him. "Thanks again for your help." Lou shrugged. "It was nothing. I should give you back your twenty. Nice kids, they gave me a tip, even though they said they didn't order anything." He looked at Michelle curiously. "So I kept them distracted for a while. Did you get to do your prank?" "Yeah," Charlie said. "Everything went as planned." "What was it, anyway? What was the prank?" "I turned on all the sprinklers," Charlie said, "and then Michelle here took off all her clothes and streaked through the backyard." Lou blinked. He looked at Michelle again. "You really did that?" Michelle smiled. She tugged down the zipper of the jacket and pulled it open, revealing that she was nude underneath. "I really did," she said. Lou gaped at her. Then he laughed. "I really should give you your twenty back, Charlie," he said. "A prank like that, I would've helped for free!" "Keep it," Charlie said. "Have a good night." "You, too." Lou grinned. "Have fun." Michelle held the jacket closed until they reached Charlie's car. Once she was inside, she left it open. Charlie started the car and turned on the heater; they were both still soaked from the sprinklers. He let the car idle. His hand stroked her leg as they waited. "So where was it?" he asked. "What?" "The other heart. Heart number six. I looked everywhere." Michelle smiled. She held up her left hand. Her fingernails were red, but on her pinky nail, she had a white heart. "Ta da." "Wow," Charlie said. "How did I miss it?" "Maybe because you were too eager to look other places." Michelle tapped her foot on the dashboard. "Come on. Let's go somewhere." "Where?" "Anywhere." Charlie put the car in gear and pulled out into the street. He knew a place they could go. "Talia's going to tell Vanessa," Charlie said as the car left Glenn's house behind. "She probably already has." "I know." Michelle sighed. "It's time anyway." "Time for what?" "To tell Vanessa. To tell her everything. I'm tired of secrets." He glanced at her. "Seriously? You're going to tell her everything?" "No, not EVERYTHING everything." She sat low in her seat, watching the houses pass outside her window. For all Charlie knew, they might have been driving on her block. It might've been her house they were passing. Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Santos. I'm your daughter's new boyfriend. I ran into her at the party tonight. I didn't talk to her very much, but I spent a lot of time with my hands under her skirt. Then I took her into the backyard, stripped her naked and had my hands all over her body. But don't worry. It's only because I love her and she likes it so much. Michelle's phone buzzed. Charlie had no idea where she had been carrying it, but she had it in her hand, and read a text message. She put the phone away without sending a response. "Charlie," Michelle said. "I think Vanessa should play Ingrid." "Ingrid?" "Yeah. Instead of Kim. Don't you think Vanessa would be good for the role?" "Sure. So you still want to film that first script? With the nude scenes?" "Yeah." "And you think Vanessa would do it?" "I think so," Michelle said. "I want to ask her." "Okay." Charlie drove them north, out of Pine Hills. He remembered the exit that Michelle had asked him to take, the last time they had driven together on this road, and he took it again. A turn, another turn, then a long and winding drive through the forest. Finally, Charlie pulled off the road by the bridge that Michelle had named the Hanson Bridge, the bridge that Charlie already thought of as Michelle's Bridge. Michelle insisted on making an attempt to cross the bridge completely naked. She refused his jacket, and even took off her boots. But she was thwarted in her attempt almost as soon as she started, barely walking ten feet towards the bridge before they heard the hum of an approaching truck. She had to sprint back and find a hiding place. She crouched just down the slope from the bridge, tucked in the shadows until the truck passed by. Her second attempt was also unsuccessful. Another truck from the same direction, and she was forced to hide again. "See?" she said. "It's impossible. Even in the middle of the night. There's always a truck." "Take my jacket with you," Charlie said. "When you hear the truck coming, put on the jacket. Then take it off again after they pass." Michelle shook her head. "No. I have to be naked the entire way or it doesn't count." Instead, they walked down the hiking path that ran parallel to the river, traveling downstream to their secret beach, the place where the river curved to the right. Charlie spread his jacket on the sand and Michelle lay down on top of it, her legs carelessly open, an invitation. Charlie took a moment to stand over her, admiring her naked body. He had stripped her naked in Glenn's backyard and she had been naked ever since, stolen away from Glenn's party, brought to this place in the woods where he would make love to her under the night sky. "I told you," she said, as if she had read his mind. "I told you I would be at the party while you were there, and if you wanted me to be with you, you just had to come and get me." "Well," he said. "I came and got you." "No. Not all of me." she whispered. "Not yet." At Glenn's party, gazing at her from across the room, in her black top, her black skirt, her black boots; he had wanted to walk up to her, to pull up her skirt, to pull down her panties, to put his cock in her. Now she was naked, reclining on the sand in front of him, her legs apart and her pussy glistening. She was waiting for him, as she had been waiting for him since Glenn's backyard, maybe even since Glenn's kitchen; waiting and anticipating, and her patience was almost exhausted. He undid the front of his pants and pulled his cock free. It jutted towards her, erect and throbbing, and she reached for it. Her fingers squeezed it, tugging it towards her as he got down on his knees, crouching between her legs. Then he was inside her, plunging into her. His weight was on top of her and her legs wrapped around him; he moaned as he pushed into her again and again. She was whispering something, the same thing over and over. "Finally," she was saying, her voice breathless with ecstasy. "Finally." Afterwards, they held each other under the night sky, listening to the burble of the nearby river. "Bonnie and Clyde," Michelle whispered in the darkness. "Bonnie and Clyde," Charlie agreed. Michelle was silent for a moment. "Do you know what happens to Bonnie and Clyde at the end of that movie?" she asked. "Um..." Charlie tried to remember. "They get shot?" "They go too far," Michelle said. "And there are consequences." Michelle glanced up at him. "You won't let us go too far, right, Charlie?" "No," Charlie said. "I won't let us go too far." But how far was too far? He wasn't sure he even knew anymore.

Siena by elgemowtf Siena Ch. 01: Directing Siena has a problem and Derek has an idea. I was walking with Siena, talking about basically nothing when she blurted out, "I have a problem with a guy I am seeing." Her normal bubbly self was a little subdued. I looked over to her, searching for a facial expression, but she looked off in the distance away from me. "What's up?" I asked, possibilities already running through my mind. "Um, hmm, well, I met this guy. He is a geek, Like for real," she said. The flow of the conversation was bit slower, like she was picking her words. "Oh that's awesome, Siena," I said. "You have been looking for a nerd. Sounds like a good match. So what's the problem?" "Well, we have seen each other four times now. The first time, we just went out to dinner. The second time, we went for a walk in the woods. The last couple of times, we went to my place." I raised my eyebrows at her. "Oh, so, is there a problem in the sack? Is that it?" She laughed. "I like how you just cut to the chase and know me so well." She paused. "No, that's the thing. It's not that he's bad at all." One more hesitation, and she dropped on me, "I have not even kissed him." She said it almost in a whisper. I stopped. She walked a couple of paces before stopping too. I stared at her, mouth agape. "He hasn't kissed you?" I asked. She shook her head. I was stunned. "Well, why the fuck not?" "And now you understand my problem," Siena said. "I keep giving him the clear signals. Touch his arm, stroke his hand, lean into him when I sit next to him, but he hasn't so much as touched me unless I initiate." "Hmmm, that is a problem," I say. "But, you have never been shy about that. Just kiss him, rip off his clothes, and climb on top. I don't think he's going to turn you down." Siena sighed. "I am in control so much of my day. I have work responsibilities and mom responsibilities. I just don't want to have to be in control on this. I want him to sneak into my bed, hold me down, and fuck the shit out of me." It is the nature of our friendship that these words did not shock me. I did chuckle a bit. We walked in silence for awhile, just enjoying the outside and each other's company. I snuck a look at her ass as she did and shook my head. "What kind of idiot passes up the opportunity to tap that?," I thought. Nearing the end of our walk, I started to develop a plan. I mulled it over in my mind, thinking over the details. After fleshing it out a bit, I said to Siena, "Let's go around the block again, I think I have an idea for you." She glanced up at me and gave me a smile. "Ya?" "So, what if I...", I started, and then outlined my thoughts to her. We ended up needing to circle the block twice just to convey the details. "What do you think?" I asked. "I love it," she said. "When do we do this?" I laughed at how eager she was. "I am free this Friday night. Can you set it up for then?" "I think so," she said. I stopped and hugged her. "This changes nothing between us, ok?" She looked kind of offended, "Of course!" "Good, then I will see you Friday." "What should I wear?" she said. "Hmmm... wear that dress that you like that shows off your ass. But, unlike how you normally roll, throw on some panties and a bra. We are going to need those." Chuckling, she shook her head. "Ok." "Later, hideous face." "Later, nerd with no game." ***** Friday night came and I texted Siena, "Everything all set?" "Yep. Come over at 8." I waited the three years in between, which was actually just two hours. I was buzzed into the outside door and walked into her apartment without knocking. She was hugging me almost before I was through the door, which was not unusual. Her flowery dress hugged her in all the right places, and I saw that she had a lacy bra from my vantage point. She caught me looking and grinned. I was always so obvious. A tall thin man stood up from a kitchen chair. He just looked at us with a slightly puzzled expression. An awkward silence was broken by Siena saying, "Derek, this is Richard, Richard this is Derek, my friend." I shook Richards's hand firmly. "Nice to meet you," I said, noticing how his handshake was tentative. There was a sofa in the living room that sat three, a love seat that sat two, and a recliner. I purposely picked the three seat sofa and sat dead in the middle. Siena sat down directly across from me on the love seat. Richard looked at the couch, at the loveseat, at the recliner, and made the only logical choice. He sat beside Siena. "So, what are you guys up to tonight," I asked. I could almost read Richard's mind as he looked over at me. "Who is this guy? Why is he here? When will he leave?" were my guesses. Siena glanced at him and said, "Um, not too much. Maybe watch a movie. Just hang out." We just started to chat about stuff. Nothing very deep or personal. Richard kept looking back and forth at us, wondering, undoubtably, how long I would hang out. I almost felt sorry for him. After awhile, he just sort of sat back and looked zoned out. I gave Siena a slight nod. She nodded back. "So, Richard, how long have you been seeing Siena?" Richard did a sort of double take. It took him a couple of seconds to answer. "Um, this is like our fifth date. I think our first one was about a month ago." He looked over at her, but she did not have a comment. "Oh, wow," I said. "She is a good girl. And a great kisser." Richard's mouth just fell open. "Umm". Siena giggled. It was such a cute sound. I smiled, "Hey, no worries Richard, Siena and I are just kissing flirty friends. I am happily married." Richard seemed relieved, so I had to throw out there, "Not that I wouldn't fuck the crap out of her if I could." "Derek!" Siena exclaimed, laughing. Richard's mouth was open, clearly wondering how serious I was and if he should be doing something about the statement. I chuckled, "Just keeping it real." Richard laughed awkwardly, clearly not knowing if I were joking or not. He cleared his throat. "Um, I wouldn't know if she was a good kisser, we haven't kissed yet." I gaped at him. I tried to recall my shock at hearing this exact thing when Siena told me so that my reaction was real. "Say what..?" Everyone kind of froze. Richard had his eyes cast downward. I winked at Siena and she hid a smile behind her hand. "Dude, man, what's up with that?," I asked. Richard was making eye contact with plants, lamps, furniture... everything except for me. "I dunno," he mumbled. I let the silence linger for a minute. "Maybe I can help," I said softly, almost too low to hear. Richard's ear perked, like he wasn't sure that I said what I said and didn't know how to react. I shook my head. "Alexa!", I paused. "Please set the lights to dim and play R&B music. Volume 2". The lights came down and soft music began playing. "So, Richard. Let's fix that, ok. Just lean over and give Siena a kiss." I said it with a moderate volume voice, but an edge of command to it. His face turned red, he coughed, and he sought her eyes for confirmation. She just gazed back and waited, letting him come to her. He was poised, frozen in that moment. "Go ahead, man." I assured him. He leaned towards her, she turned her face so he had a clear lane. And he gave the barest peck on her lips before retreating back to his spot. "Ok, ok, Richard, that's a start, I guess. But, really press your lips against hers. And count in your head to three." Again, I said it in a normal tone, but one that expected to be obeyed. He went in for the kiss, but this time his lips pressed into hers and stayed. I could see Siena's chest rise and fall in response. "Great, Richard, great!", I cheered as he broke the kiss. He blushed, but looked pleased. "What do you think, Siena?" I asked "That was good," she breathed, but with just the tiny bit of hesitation. "See that Richard, Siena liked it. Did you hear just that little bit of uncertainty, though? Siena needs just a little more. So, this time when you kiss her, press your tongue into her mouth. Start out gentle, but get it moving. Let's see how it goes." His face showed how uncertain he was. I had him off balance and he did not know how to react, how to figure out what was happening. I saw him shrug just the tiniest amount and then kiss Siena for the third time. But, now I could see his tongue active and in her mouth. Again, her body responded. I could tell that it was a bit all over the place, though. "Hold on a sec, Richard," I said, moving across the room to be next to Siena on her other side. He disengaged, a starry look on his face. I guess he was enjoying this, which was good. "You can't just jam your tongue into her mouth. You need to work it. Think about how you are trying to tease it forward, then build momentum, and then think about simulating oral sex. It is in all in the mind. Here, let me show you." I reached down and lifted Siena's chin, bending to reach her lips. My tongue darted out, and then I slowly, steadily pushed my tongue in and out of her mouth. I trapped her lip between mine, then pulled her to me using the back of her head. We stayed like that for almost a full minute and you could almost feel the tension in the air. When I broke the kiss, she gasped, a little breathless. I crossed the room again, sitting down. Siena sat with a far away smile on her face. Richard seemed like he was trying to decide if he should be mad or whatever, so before he could decide that, I said, "Do you see? Now you give it a try. As you get into it, press in, use your hand to gently pull her. Think seductive thoughts." Richard paused, "What is going on here?," he said out loud. Siena pulled his head over and said, "Richard, it's ok, just go with it." Another hesitation, a little shrug, and he was following my instructions. This time Siena lay back just a little and I could see her nipples through her shirt, trying to poke someone in the eye. They were getting into it, both of them, and I saw her taking turns driving into his mouth. "Great," I said, "now stroke her hair, moving it away from her neck. As you make out, take an opportunity to kiss her neck. You can even use your tongue on it a little." Richard stroked Siena's golden hair and broke their kiss long enough to kiss her neck. You could hear Siena moan just a little. "See, Richard, she likes that." Emboldened, Richard kissed more of her neck. Siena closed her eyes and leaned back even more. Her dress rode up to mid thigh, and I imagined she was getting quite aroused. Watching, I had to adjust my hard cock in my shorts. The mood music and lighting helped to maintain the spell. "OK, man, have that hand stroking her hair touch her down her back. Use it to draw her closer as you kiss her again. Start to explore her body a little." It seemed some of Richard's hesitation was falling away as his hand started to move even before I stopped talking. This was going fabulously. They made out in front of me, both of their hands roaming a bit more. Sometimes he would kiss her neck and sometimes he would kiss her lips. I let them work on their own for a couple and they broke off naturally. I think, honestly, they briefly forgot I was here. The action was getting good when I asked, "Does anyone want a drink?". Richard stood up, moving awkwardly. I could tell he was trying to hide his erection and was amused. I also rose and made no effort to hide how incredibly hard I was. Siena smirked. "Sure," Siena said. I grabbed a couple of beers in the fridge and passed them out. We drank and chatted for a bit, Richard still running his hands down Siena's back and her leaning on him. It was cute. "Let's continue, Richard. Start by kissing her, running your hands through her hair and onto her shoulder. And, naturally as you can, slide your hand down her front until you are covering her breast through her shirt." We were crossing a line here. What was before innocent was definitely drifting into the not so innocent category. We were all feeling a bit loose and buzzing from the drinks, but he looked a bit taken aback. "Um, is that okay, Siena?" Richard asked. She nodded and they started kissing. Richard got through the preamble, with the hand moving toward her breast, but hesitating to move it on. She kissed him enthusiastically, urging him. Finally, he covered her right breast, and she moaned into his mouth. I could feel a renewed stirring in my pants. "Now, massage her breast through her shirt while you kiss her, slow at first," I said. Richard hesitated again, seeking confirmation from me, and then at her, "Is that...," he began. I interrupted him. "Hey, Siena, come with me in the other room for a sec." Almost like she was waking up from a sleep, she blinked her eyes, stretched, and stood up. Still a bit confused, she following me into her bedroom and I closed the door, but kept it open just a crack. Keeping my voice low, but not too low, I said, "So, how's it going today, Siena?" Her confusion was written on her face. "Um, I am doing good. What's going on, Derek?" "Has work been good? Things still super busy?" I asked. The expression on her face was priceless. "Dude, what the heck?" "Just another couple of seconds," I said, turning my watch towards me. "I think we're good now..." "Ok, sounds good," I said a bit louder, opening the door and extending my arm for her to proceed me. She was moving back out when she stopped. "Hey, you kissed me," she whispered. I whispered back. "Ya, I did. Do you have a problem with that?" She thought about it and shrugged. "I guess not." "Great!", Derek said with a mischievous grin. "You can trust me," "Oh sure," she chuckled, "I do, Derek, with however this goes." We stopped whispering and went back into the living room. She sat down, a bemused grin on her face. I sat across from them again and caught her eye. I winked at her and she visibly relaxed. "So, Richard, Siena and I talked in the other room. She let me know what is ok for her to do, what's she's comfortable with, and most importantly, what's her line where she won't go," I peaked over at her, she mouthed, "We did?" and she was silently laughing to herself. I quickly looked away to avoid losing it. "Anything I ask you to do from here, she is ok with." I studiously kept my eyes on Richard and did NOT glance over there. I could just see her sides heaving and I was barely holding it together. Richard nodded. I took a deep breath, calming myself. Siena got it together too. We both avoided each other's gaze as much as we could. "Where were we? Oh yes, you were feeling her up through her shirt..." This time Richard went almost immediately from kissing Siena to feeling her breast. I actually was a bit proud of him. There was kissing noises and little moans as she clearly enjoyed what he was doing. I watched as they progressed, and Richard moved his hand to her other breast and started to kneed that one through her shirt. "Awesome, Richard. It is always a good idea to pay attention to both breasts and to vary it up so that you don't get stuck in monotony." I saw a smile from Siena and Richard continued what he was doing. "OK, this is good. But, if you are kissing a girl like you are, Richard," I paused as he came up for air. "When it is going well, and you are feeling her up, and she's into it... you can go for unbuckling her bra. This is good way to get things moving to the next level." I saw a momentary flash of anxiety when I mentioned "next level", so I plowed forward. "Reach behind her back and find her bra clasps. Siena's dress is a boon to you, because the scoop is low enough that you can see them." Richard reached around, peering over Siena's shoulder to see the straps. He pulled on the bra straps, but they stubbornly stuck together. "This is a common problem, Richard, especially the first time. The secret to unfastening a bra is to push the two sides together. Each bra generally has multiple hooks, so you want to think about pushing the loop away from the clasp." I watched as Richard struggled. I could see Siena kinda losing patience. I walked over and stood beside them again. I reached down and found his hands on her bra. "Push these together," I said, and he did. "Now, hold this one and angle this one towards her back, not away, see how the hook is." I saw that he did. And suddenly, it was unfastened. I quickly reached down and unfastened the second one for him one-handed. He was awed by it, and I smirked as I came back to my seat. "Watch this trick, Richard." I said, nodding to Siena. "Siena, take your bra off." Siena reached to her chest and pulled her bra straight out. Then, she pulled one strap down her arm. Richard watched fascinated at the process. Then she did the same with the other strap, and pulled the whole thing through the arm hole. "Tada!" she said and wiggled. You could see her braless breasts move in the dress, and I couldn't help laughing. "Wow, that is a great trick," Richard said. I agreed. "When you feel her now, Richard, there will only be one layer of clothing between you and her bare breast. She will feel it so much more intimately, so make sure to squeeze her nipples gently while you do." I sat back and watched him follow my direction. "This is awesome," I thought. I reached down in my pants and readjusted my erection so that it was pointed towards my belly. It was starting to be uncomfortable. Glancing up, I made eye contact with Siena, who's expression plainly said that she had caught me adjusting myself. I shrugged and she grinned. "There is a lot of room in that plunging neckline, Richard. I bet you can get your hand inside and feel your first bare female breast." Richard started to indigently say, "This is not my first..." and then stopped. He knew, she knew, everyone knew, and we were all cool with it, so he didn't bother. Instead, he slipped his hand into her shirt and tentatively touched it. "Don't be timid, Richard. That is your territory now. Kiss it, feel it, suck it, but don't be afraid. Forge ahead!" His touch became more insistent, and the kissing kicked up a notch. Siena was moaning now between ever third breath or so. Her legs were scissoring open and closed too, and I could see just a flash of panties in the low light. "Take that strap down, Richard, and pop it out. I assure you, it's gorgeous," I urged. The strap of Siena's dress descended with maddening slowness. It almost seemed that her breast appeared in super slo-mo. Richard and I both swallowed at the same exact time. His hand on her breast molded it, pulling her nipple out towards me. The action was fricken hot and I surreptitiously unsnapped my shorts, giving myself more room. "Alexa, dim the lights, set to pink," I said. Alexa, being the good bot, adjusted the lighting. I watched as Richard cupped Siena's bare breast and kissed her neck. Her breathing was definitely increased. "Richard, you know you want to, so why don't you take that breast into your mouth and suck her nipple." Siena opened her eyes and stared at me as Richard took her breast in his mouth and sucked on her nipple. I maintained eye contact as I said, "Lick from the bottom of her breast up around her nipple and then trap her nipple and draw it out." I could see the arousal in her eyes, and they rolled up in her head as he did what I asked. She again sought me out and glanced meaningfully down at her lower body, opening and closing her legs. I nodded and held up a finger, letting her know we were getting there. She opened her legs again and left them open. I stared and she stared at me staring and wow, I think I grew like two inches. I had to unzip to give myself even more room, and I could feel me poking out. Judging by how her eyes got wide, she noticed. "What do you want to do next, Richard? What is your instinct?" I asked. I thought immediately that it was the wrong question. He froze up. "It's ok, we are friends here," I coaxed. Richard sighed and I could see him twitch as if to touch Siena below the waist. "That's right, Richard. You have the right instincts. It's time to put your hand on her knee and run it up her thigh. See how her legs are open? She's inviting you in," I said. Her legs closed briefly and her cheeks pinked. But, they immediately reopened. The mouth kissing her nipple may have helped. I think she was also getting into showing off. I leaned forward, watching as his hand made contact with her knee. Continuing to kiss her breast and suck her nipple, his hand crept upward on her thigh. Siena spread her legs even more, closing her eyes, her breasts heaving now. I marveled at the perky perfectness of them. They were on the smallish side, but the cute little barbell piercings were just sexy as hell. Richard moved his hand all way to the junction between her legs. His hand rested against her panties and I could tell he did not know where to go from here. I came over and put my knee down just in front of them. If Siena opened her eyes, she would think I was proposing. I smiled at the thought. "She is wearing panties, so your next steps are to use those to your advantage. Use the edge of the hand to massage her through them," I said. Siena glanced down at me, momentarily surprised how close I was. And then she closed her eyes again. I had a nearly perfect view of the action below her dress. "Use the tip of your fingers to find her slit," I waited as he poked around a bit, and then settled directly in the middle, clearly making contact. "OK, that's good. Now stroke up and down so that you understand where it begins and ends," I said. I watched as he moved his finger down towards her ass and then back up again to the top of her pubic mound. "Now, stop about right there," I instructed. He did and Siena started to thrust ever so slightly upward with her pelvis, pressing his finger tighter to her. "See how she is pressing to you? It's because you are close to making contact with her clit. Dig your finger in a bit, her panties will yield. You should feel a little nub. Be gentle at first, but it likes to be rubbed." My vantagepoint was perfect for viewing his fingers dent Siena's panties. The action pushed them inside, creating a perfect outline of her sex, which I admired from close up. "That's it," I said. "You are doing great. Combine that with sucking her other breast." I instructed. He pushed the other strap of her dress down so that both breasts were in view. Still wiggling his fingers, he pulled her nipple with his tongue. Siena gave a sharp hiss and her pelvis thrust into his fingers. Her open eyes found mind and were wild with arousal. My cock throbbed in response. I started to rub her foot while I watched, and I swear I heard her purr. "You can tell that her panties are making her crazy right now," I said. "She wants the touch of your skin against her skin, and they are in the way. The rough fabric has its own erotic appeal, but she craves more. I am going to bet she is soaked, Richard," I whispered, not wanting to break the spell. "Pull aside her panties and touch her." Slowly, agonizingly slowly, Richard found the leg hole of Siena's underwear and pulled it to the side. I was treated to the sight of her completely bare, swollen, and soaked pussy. I swear I could see some of her juices leaking out. "Damn, that is hot," I thought. His fingers dived in and he started to sort of mash her pussy. "Slow, slow, Richard," his fingers slowed down. "Now, use that finger to trace her. Split her lips and feel the wetness. Bring that wetness up to her clit and circle it. Then work your way downward into her hole. I suspect she will be quite receptive." I could see him doing it, my view partially obstructed by his hand and not ideal from the lighting, but I was never so hard in my entire life as I was right then. And glancing over at Richard, I suspect he was in the same boat. His pants were tented in a rather obvious way. "Take her hand and move it to your cock, Richard," I suggested. He used the hand not fingering her to take her hand and put it directly on his erection. I could see it jump in his pants and almost broke out in laughter. Siena needed no instruction: she quickly started to outline him through his pants. "Why don't you unzip yourself? That has to be uncomfortable." He seemed almost sheepish. It took some moments, but he unzipped and pulled his pants down in the process, releasing his cock. From where I knelt, it was a decent size. I think Siena would be pleased. A second later her hand was on it, and she did indeed look happy. Although Richard was doing much better with his finger work, I could still see a bit of clumsiness. "Take her panties off," I said, "it will help make this less awkward. In fact, let me." I reached up and grabbed both ends of her panties. Her eyes found me and asked the question, but she lifted her ass off the couch anyway. I slid them off her, stopping when I reached her feet. I turned the act into a full blown foot massage for her, and again I swore I heard a purr. My foot massage also had the side benefit of a perfectly unobstructed view up her dress. She spread her legs, partly so that Richard could get back to what he was doing, and partly to show off, I am sure. "Go on now, get in there." His stunned expression quickly faded as he again cupped her sex. I could also see her stroking him. I watched them play with each other, sitting back and unzipping myself all the way. I rubbed my bare skin and marvelled how well this was going. They were enjoying touching each other, both clearly getting more excited. I marveled at being so close to the action. "I think it's time to go to the bedroom," I announced. "Just leave your clothes here." They both looked at each other. Siena stood up, reached down to her dress, and simply peeled it over her head, striking a pose in all her naked glory. I gave her two thumbs up and a crazy smile. Richard was a bit more hesitant, but his obviously throbbing erection was out anyway, so he just tossed his shirt aside, pulled off the rest of his clothes, and moved towards her room. When I followed, he again showed nervousness, but I just kept the ball rolling. "Lay her down at the edge of the bed, Richard, legs hanging off," I said, not letting the moment pass. He moved her to the end and pushed, knocking her over. I wish I had thought to grab my camera, because it was a marvelous site seeing her slit isolated like that and her tits pointing to the ceiling. Her skin was so smooth and touchable. It was enough to take your breath away. "Kneel down between her legs, spreading them enough to get in between. Slowly kiss her inner thighs towards her pussy," I said. Siena gulped and started to pull her nipples, needing more sensation for what she knew was coming. "That's right, just like that. Now, kiss her and lick her outer lips. Ya, you got it. Up and down just like that. Tease just the tip of your tongue up and down her slit. Good good! You're doing great! Now, with your fingers, spread her lips until you can see her clitoral hood. See that nubb there? Ya, that's it. Very carefully, lick around it and on it. It is sensitive! Awesome. Alternate that with taking your tongue and inserting it in her hole. Ya, that is hot." Siena was moaning out loud now. The twisting of her nipples was more intense. "Use your finger in her hole. Can you see this come hither gesture? Ya, do that until you hook behind her pelvic bone. Not quite. Just a little more." Richard looked up confused, the juices glistening on his face. "Like this," I said, standing directly next to him, my fingers extended and touching on the outside of her thigh. I curled my fingers and mimicked tugging them back towards me. I could tell he was mimicking my actions and she started to thrash just a bit. "See, that feels good to her, keep doing that." Siena gazed at me with such intensity. I put my fingers to my lips as I slipped off my shorts and underwear and stroked my cock off to the side and out of Richard's view. I swear she gave my cock a hungry stare. "Kiss around her clit and push your face in even more. Carefully, oh so carefully, surround her clit with your lips and suck it gently." Siena grabbed the sheet with one hand and balled it in her first, the other went to the back of his head and pushed it in even more. She was panting. Richard buried his face in her lips, with his fingers still working inside of her. Siena was clearly enjoying it, but I could tell it wasn't enough to get her there. "What do you need, Siena?" I asked, bending to her and pointing my ear her way. She moaned and whined. "Come on, you can tell me." I said. She thrashed back and forth, bringing her hands up to flick each of her pierced dumbbells. Her skin was now covered in sweat and her eyes dilated. I bent even closer. "I need a dick inside me. I need to get fucked," she nearly shouted, or at least that is how loud it seemed from my close proximity. I tapped Richard on the shoulder and he pulled his head up, his chin dripping. "I think it's time, Richard." He nodded, taking a moment to stand back up. Meanwhile, Siena continued to play with her nipples and move her body in the sexiest way. I could see bright wet pink when I peeked between her legs. It was a sight that demanded action. He stood between her legs, his cock a good few inches from making contact. He was uncertain. "It's ok, Richard. Take her legs and move them up to your shoulders, pulling her towards the end of the bed." He nodded, and noticed for the first time that I was standing with my cock out. I could see him about to remark on it. "Use your cock like a sex toy," I began, pretending that standing with a massive erection fully bared next to them was the most normal thing in the world. "Run it up and down her slit, around, smack it on her clit, tease her by swirling around her hole." I grabbed my own cock and showed him. Siena was responding to the words, trying to push her pelvis up. She mouthed, "Oh my god, I am going to kill you" to me, and I chuckled to myself. I must confess that Richard had a decent cock. I watched it play around Siena's pussy. Her need was so obvious, it was like a visible thing. "Now angle your cock like this," I grasped my cock and pulled it up towards my belly. "Slide it through her lips. Ya, just like that. Can you see how her pelvis rises up to meet you on the upswing? You are hitting her clit right there and your balls are pressing into her lower lips. And there, see how she is moving herself when you get to the bottom? She is desperate to have you inside her and you are teasing the hell out of her." It was too much. I started to stroke myself again. Siena watched me, so I got a bit closer. She actually whined. "On your next down stroke, Richard, take a hold of your cock and point it downward towards her ass. When you feel her lips surround you, gently push it inside of her. Oh, exactly like that. If you want to tease her even more, do tiny little thrusts right there." I watched as he did and Siena's mouth made an almost perfect oval opening as she moaned out loud. I switched my grip around my own cock to mimic what he was doing and wet my fingers a bit. I imagined it was me inside of her and felt a familiar need deep inside me. I once again rued not having my camera so that I could watch this later and frantically jerk off. Siena could not take it any more. She grabbed Richards arm and hissed, "Fuck me. Fuck me deep and hard!" Richard glanced over at me. I said, "You heard the lady, get to it." I watched as Richard's thrust forward and his cock completely disappeared. He withdrew and thrust again. "You got it, you got it. Grab her hips and pull when you thrust. It will push you deeper." He was buried to the hilt now, his balls almost inside of her. Now she was thrusting back too, and they were building a decent rhythm. I watched over to the side, an amazing spectacle, but one where my presence was no longer needed. Neither of them even noticed me any more, and they had passed all the hurdles I had set out to achieve. I came up beside Siena, my erection swinging obscenely as I approached. I knelt down and whispered in her ear, "I think you got it from here, babe." Her eyes snapped open and the emotion in them was fondness and gratitude. I stroked her hair briefly and kissed her forehead. She squeezed my hand and I unbent my knee, intending to head out. "Stay," she whispered, not letting go of my hand. "I want you to... moan... um... moan... stay," except she didn't say the word "moan", but rather moaned it. I shook my head and she shook hers, squeezing harder. "I want you to ... oh my god... watch. Please?" I mean, what would you do? "Of course," I said. She tugged my hand, and I climbed up in bed beside her, stroking her hair as Richard pounded her. I understood her need. There is an exhibitionist in all of us and it was making it even better for her for me to show me. "Richard. I think Siena needs a change of position. Don't ask me how I know, but she really likes doggie style, and besides, you are about to cum and she needs just a bit longer." His face showed awe that I knew he was about to shoot off. As this was probably his first time, I forgave him not knowing the obvious. I moved over and up bed so that Siena could flip over, get on her knees, and push her ass out to the edge of the bed. Her face and breasts curved down so that they were touching the mattress. Richard started to fumble around behind her. After a few awkward moments where nothing was happening, I said, "Ah. The angle is different. Aim towards her lower back. It should be nearly straight on in this position. And use her slit to find your path, I don't think anal is on the menu for your first time." Just from her reaction I knew that he had succeeded. Her thrusts backward became more pronounced. "Grab her hips, she is ready. She is close. Pound that ass." I could hear the slap slap of him giving it his all. She was just on the edge. I reached over and tweaked her nipple and the instant after the surprise she exploded, her orgasm loud and obvious. Not long behind her, Richard started to grunt silently, clearly shooting his load deep inside. Siena could feel it and had either another small O or an extension of her first massive one. Her whole body shook and I gently massaged the breast that I never relinquished as it rocked her. "Oh my god, oh my god," she panted. Richard stepped back and she collapsed on the bed, falling to her side, her ass facing me. She was breathing hard. She lay in silence, clearly satisfied. I gave Richard a thumbs up and he seemed pleased. "After you have given her such a mind blowing orgasm," I said, still maintaining teacher mode, "she will very much enjoy you throwing your arm over her like this and pressing against her." I wrapped my right arm over her, spooning her from behind. She sighed and snuggled backwards. Richard watched for a few moments, and then appeared embarrassed to be at the head of the bed watching us. Sighing, I made to yield my spot. Instead, Siena pat the other side of the bed and said, "Come join us, Richard." Richard moved his head back and forth between us and then pulled himself into bed right where Siena indicated. He lay down flat on this back, and she molded herself into his chest, not letting go of my arm. I was dragged along into the embrace, but I didn't mind. Siena wiggled her ass against my erection, letting me know she knew it was there and that she didn't mind. "That was amazing, Richard," Siena said. "Thank you, Derek, for helping us. It was fun." I agreed, settling in to enjoy this feeling while it lasted. "Next time, you need to bring your wife. I bet we can have a lot of fun together," she said. I imagine Richard and I had the exact same thought, "next time?". But, neither of us said it out loud and thus it was understood that this could be a thing. If possible, my erection got even more urgent. "Well, it has been fun," I said, disengaging from the couple, "but, I have to go and wildly masturbate now." Siena laughed. Richard laughed. With a glint in her eye, she asked, "Can I watch?" "Are you serious?," I asked. She gave a meaningful glance to my erection. Standing up, stroking my cock, I chuckled, "Can you watch? Are you kidding? Of course you can," and my pace picked up. "Could you give me some visual help?," I asked, staring meaningfully between her legs. Siena opened her legs wide, spreading her lips. I could see a mixture of saliva, jizz, and her juices. It was fucking hot. It made me go even faster. Making direct eye contact, she pushed her hand slowly down her body, her fingers making a walking motion. I was so close now. When she found her clit and started to masturbate, I knew I was past the point of no return. "You are going to cum... cum for me Derek.... cum right on my tits...," she moved her torso so that she was directly lined up with my cock. That was enough for me. All the things I had seen that night ran through my mind like a jumble, but watching her still touch herself right in front of me dominated. I felt my balls tighten and my body stiffen. I quickly leaned forward and sprayed right across her body, covering the far breast with my first shot. Still pumping, I continued to cum, decorating her chest. She rubbed it in and moaned, and I could see her fingers working furiously below. Astoundingly, she had another body shaking orgasm. I was both impressed and envious at the same time. Three orgasms in less than an hour! I cleaned myself up in her bathroom and came back into the bedroom, putting on my clothes as I did so. "OK, I am heading out. Enjoy round two, Richard." Richard did not appear confident about that. "No worries, man, you got this," I said, walking away. Siena jumped up and gave me a full body hug, her naked body against mine. She whispered in my ear, "remember, nothing is changed between us." I gratefully smiled at her and again kissed the top of her forehead before letting her go. I heard distinct kissing noises behind me as I left her bedroom, closing the door behind me. It was a night I would not soon forget. Siena Ch. 02: What If Siena and Derek contemplate hypotheticals. A couple days passed before I had a chance to check in with Siena. It's funny how life gets in the way of connecting with people. "Sup?" I texted to her, eloquently. It wasn't until later in the day she responded. I concluded that she was working. It was always so difficult to follow her crazy schedule - I had stopped trying long ago. She was never that far away from her phone unless she was at work. "Work, kid, puzzle, work..." she replied. "Exciting." I texted. "#totes. What's up with you?" "Wife, work, kids, sleep, repeat." I sighed as I texted this. Life in a pandemic had become just a bit too predictable. Still, I was working and my family was healthy, so it was hard to complain. "Hey," I typed, "you and Richard ok with everything that went down?" She took a bit to reply. I was just about to put down my phone and do something else, when I read: "overall, it went better than we even planned. You did a great job! I cannot thank you enough. But, I had to talk to Richard a bit after, he got so quiet." I smiled at her gratitude. It was sweet, especially since she knew from the decoration I left on her chest how much I enjoyed it. "Did you get to the bottom of it?" My mind suddenly flashed to Richard pulling Siena to him, her pushing back in doggy style. He certainly got to the bottom of it. The memory made me chub up just a little. "Ya," she wrote, "we talked. He wasn't too happy that you kissed me or came on my tits..." "Oh!" I replied. Again, the image of her fingers between her legs, turning to offer up her chest for me flashed through my mind. And how I squirted all over her tits. The chub was officially semi-hard. I started to text out an apology. I kept writing and erasing it until her next text interrupted me. "But I told him how it wasn't a big deal. You and I are friends and it was fun. That was it. And I said, 'I didn't suck his dick or anything, he just jizzed on me'." I could totally hear her voice saying that and I laughed out loud. "LOL!" "Then he asked me if I wanted to and I told him I was tempted. Anyway, I came clean on most of it, how I was going to break up with him, how you offered to help, and either he was ok with it or he wasn't. It took a bit, but I think he's fine. He might be the jealous type, ugh 🙄" There was a lot to parse through in that sentence. "I don't know if I would have told of him about our plan, but I admire you for being honest with him." "Ya, fuck being fake. If he doesn't like it, there are ten more behind him." Again, I laughed. She was too funny, blunt to a fault. I shook my head and reread her long response. "Wait, you were tempted?" A couple minutes passed while she replied. I shook the phone, "type faster, woman!" My cock was officially erect. All the memories flashed through my mind. I rubbed it a bit as it was demanding attention. "Umm, ya, duh. When you were on the bed and he was eating me... omg... I so needed to suck dick." I stared down at that. "Huh. I KNEW you needed something. I asked you." Stroking it just a little, I remembered just how much I wanted to. Siena's reply arrived in seconds, "ya, well, 🐔" "Haha, you are the bravest person I know. I was severely tempted to just do it," I replied honestly. "We are friends, Derek. I wouldn't do anything to mess that up." she wrote, and seconds later, "you were?" "Ya, totally. But, Richard and..." I shook my head. "and..." she prodded. "And I didn't want anything to change in our friendship. I know we promised nothing would, but that was a line I wasn't crossing. If I hadn't set my line before, I definitely would have." And my turgid cock agreed, nodding up and down. "Oh," she replied. "Is that ok?" I asked. "totally. It's why I chickened out. But, seeing you stroking yourself so close... ugh, I did want it." My in real life touching definitely was getting a bit more... serious. "What do you think would have happened to us?" I asked. She said, "I think we would have been fine. Sex is just sex." That is the Siena I know. "Indeed," I replied. I was working up towards a point where I knew I would have to cum when I heard the kids and wife downstairs. The window had passed and my day had to get started. I gave a silent apology to ol' one eyed Willie. "Hey listen, I gotta jet," I texted her. "Continue this discussion tonight. I want to hear your thoughts about what if" "What if?" she asked. "Ya. What if I had pushed myself towards you and did what we both wanted in that moment. Don't say now, let's leave it for tonight." "Ok, it's a date. Later loser" "See ya, dog face" my cock giving one last twitch at "date" as I got myself dressed. ================ That night, it took forever to get kids settled and wait for the wife to sleep. I shot a text over to Siena. "Ok, you avail?" A few minutes later she wrote, "yep. Was in the shower, squeeky clean." "Pics or it didn't happen" It was nearly a reflex response. "You wish." "I do" And the ritual was complete. That out of the way, I deliberately set the phone down and waited. Impatiently, I may add. Ding! Grinning, I picked up the phone. "So, what if?" I had her. Curiosity killed the cat, or at least got the pussy wet. Something like that. "Let me set the scene for you," I began. "You were... Actually... do you mind if I call? Texting this will take forever." "Ya, five minutes. Let me switch to the bed." Five long minutes later, I gave her a ring. She picked up the phone. I started talking immediately, she didn't even get out a hello. "So, you were laying there, legs hanging off the end of the bed, his face between your legs. I was beside you on the bed, close enough I could reach out and touch you. And I was tempted. In fact, later I couldn't resist tweaking your tit." "Mmm hmm," I heard her breath into the phone, "I remember" I could imagine her laying back, eyes closed, listening to me talk. "Richard had teased you, at my direction, and then he had trapped your clit between his lips and was tugging on it gently. Your chest was heaving and I was slowly stroking myself, enjoying the show." "Ya..." the reply was dragged out and I could tell she was remembering. I pulled down my shorts and my rock hard cock waved briefly before I grasped it. "I asked you what you wanted. I could see you thrashing, nearly overloaded with pleasure, with no hope of going over the edge. You told me you needed to get fucked. What if you told me the truth. Put yourself there again and tell me." I kept my voice low. I heard rustling on the other end and Siena's response. "Mmm, I, uh" Her shortness of breath was hot as hell to hear. She did not answer and the moment dragged on just a tad. "Siena, what do you need?" I asked again. She whined at the other end. I swore I heard a short clipped moan and then a brief period of silence. Whispering, almost inaudible, I heard, "I need to suck a dick." "What's that? Couldn't hear you?" I asked, a grin on my face "I needed a DICK in my MOUTH," she said, loud enough for me to temporarily move the phone away from my ear. I laughed good naturedly. "Jerk," she stated, and I knew she didn't mean it. "In that moment, stroking my cock like I am now," I paused and I could hear her notice. "I would have pushed up in the bed and thrust myself towards your mouth. It was already open, it would have been so easy." "Mmm, hmm" was all she said. I took a chance. "You are touching yourself right now, aren't you?" "Yessss" she hissed. "Don't stop." I thought I was hard before. Now, it was almost painful. That didn't stop me from gripping it and giving a few long strokes. "My cock would have pressed to your lips and I would have slowly eased my way in." "Oh... mmm," she panted. "Are you touching it, right now too?" "I have been stroking for like ten minutes now," I replied. "Tell me what you would have done. Imagine the what if and describe what's in your head." Heavy panting over the line. I knew her fingers were buried inside her and she knew my cock was in hand. How was it that she could get me into these supremely hot situations? "I, uh," she stammered, clearly struggling with her words. "I would have sucked your dick." Laughing, I pressed her, "No, slow it down. Describe what you think would happen. Paint a picture with your words" I waited while she put together her thoughts. I think she temporarily ceased manipulating herself to do so. "Sigh," she sighed, "fine!" She drummed her fingers on the phone and said, "My mouth would have opened just the littlest bit and I would have made you push between my pursed lips." I reached over on my nightstand and squeezed a bit of lube onto the tip of my dick. Grabbing it firmly, I forced the head reluctantly through my fist. "Yes, I can imagine that," I said. "I am pushing myself through my hand right now." "Oooo." she said, resuming, "My hands needed something to do, so I would have reached between your legs and fondled your balls. I would have grabbed your whole package and pulled you deep in, using my tongue on your shaft." I stroked longer now, closing my eyes to imagine how that would feel. I said, "I would put my fingers through your hair and apply a little force on the back of your head. You are in control, but I would press the matter." Siena's panting got a bit more pronounced, "Would you fuck my face? Force your dick in and out of my mouth?" she moaned/asked. "Once you did not pull away, I would indeed thrust in and out. Your hair would be in my fist and I would take more and more control. Just like I am forcing my cock through my fist now." "Egad, that's hot," she said. "I would twist my hand on your shaft and touch my nose to the bottom." I was stunned. "You can do that?" I asked. "Ya, I am pretty sure I could get you all in. You are not as long as some of the others I have blown, and I could probably even lick your balls with your cock in my mouth." "Wow," I said. "Impressive." On each downstroke now, I used my index finger covered with lube to fondle my sac, imagining it was her tongue. I thought to myself that I was going to cum from this eventually, and was excited by the prospect. "And when having your pussy was too much and Richard started fucking you, what then?" I asked, going faster with my hand. "Um... uhh..." she said. "Siena, grab one of your toys and use it as a memory aid." I waited as she put down the phone and heard a drawer open and close. When she came back on the line, I said, "And take off all your clothes, I want you to be naked." She laughed. "I have been naked almost the entire time," she said. I remembered how I heard rustling in the start of the call and should have known. I shook my head and slipped off my shorts completely, joining her in being naked. My heart was thudding. "Ease your toy up and down your slit, just like Richard did to you," I commanded. It was just like the directing I did with them, except this time it was Siena following. "I'm doing it. Mmmm, that feels wonderful. But, I need it inside of me," she said. "I know. I know. What are you doing to me in our what if?" I ask. "I am doing my level best to give you the best blow job of your life. My hand is squeezing your balls, sliding my middle finger towards your bum and pressing in. My mouth is bobbing up and down and I am basically jerking you off on the upstroke." I saw it as if it was happening. And my hand did it's best to simulate it. I had to get more lube and apply it on. "Holy, man. I missed that? What the fuck was I thinking?" I asked. Hearing her panting getting more urgent on the other end was doing things to me. My balls felt that familiar tingling. I slowed down just a bit so that I didn't shoot off too early, it was not time for me cum yet. "Ease your stand-in dick into your dripping pussy. Start fucking yourself for reals." Nothing but heavy panting on the other side. Just hearing it made me want to drive over and launch myself at her. "Is that you inside you, yet?" I asked coyly. "Uh uh, mmhmm, ya." I had a flashback to a couple nights ago. The picture in my mind was Richard's cock disappearing in her pussy. Her bare sex revealed it all. Her clit stood out straight, begging for attention. "While you are sucking me off and he's fucking you..." I trailed off. "Mmm. What? Tell me," she gasped. "I would scoot over enough to touch that clit that is staring me in the face. My fingers would feel directly how soaked you really were, having a guy pound you on both ends at the same time. I would smack the top of your pussy with my hand." I heard a distinct clapping sound over the phone and realised Siena was mimicking my words. Her fingers were now on her little clitty, probably rubbing it like mad. "You dirty girl," I said, not even realising it was out loud. "Oh, I am. Use me like a slut," she said to my distinct surprise. "Keep smacking that thing. Do you remember what happened next?" I asked. A couple smacks over the phone and she groaned, "he fucked me doggie style," she accurately recounted. "Do that now. Get on your hands and knees." Her phone went down and all I heard was rustling noises. It seemed to take a bit longer than I expected. "I'm ready," she said, with a sexy little moan. "Why did it take so long, Siena?" I heard breathing and moans and an echo and realized I was on speaker phone. "You naughty girl, what are you doing?" "Ugh, tell me I'm a slut again. Tell me, tell me.." more sexy utterances. "My dirty little slut, let me fuck your mouth while Richard takes you from behind. Only dirty girls do two guys at once." "Oh... My... Gawd," she cried and I heard her cum. I nearly lost it right there, but my curiosity stopped me. I repeated my question. "What are doing, dirty girl," I asked. "I don't want to say," she whined, still breathing heavy. "Come on, tell me," I coaxed. "I'm... mmm... I'm fucking my wall," she said. I was confused. "Say what?" More throaty moans, some wet slapping sounds. "I own a big dildo that sticks to the wall. I put it up. And then backed my fat ass onto it. I'm fucking my wall." I was blown away. I remembered vividly the noise of flesh smacking together when her and Richard were doggie style. One last squirt of lube, and I picked up the pace of my stroking. "Only a dirty slut fucks her wall," I heard her hiss in response. "I'm a dirty girl," she moaned. "Maybe you wanted me to pull myself out of your mouth and spank your ass with my cock as Richard pounded you." "Oh yes, I love it," she clearly was building towards another orgasm. I felt this was going to be her big one, and vowed to time mine with hers. "While I was behind you, I would push my finger into your anus, see how you react." "You wouldn't," she said between loud fleshy thumps. I imagined her riding her wall toy hard, her cheeks giggling as she slammed against it. "You know I would," I countered. "Yes, put it inside there. I want it" she said. "You little whore. You like that, don't you? You're fingering your own ass right now in real life, you filthy girl." It was more of a statement then a question and I heard her moan a yes, her breathing getting ragged. It was time to step up my pace on my end. My fist was tugging up and down, my grip firm. "Maybe you wanted me to join Richard. Have him lie down under him, you pushing down. And then have me enter your ass," I said. "Umm, ugh, no, you wouldn't, you wouldn't dare," she said. "Maybe you are right, but you pictured it, you fantasized about it. As I finger your ass, you might even crave it." I was getting there and I let my breathing blow out so that she knew. "We're almost there, Siena," I heard her "uh huh" "One more thing..." I let it hang in the air a bit and listened to the wet obscene sounds coming from the other end. "Name it," she cried, "but hurry, I'm so so close." "I want you to accept my video call right now and push the phone directly underneath you, looking up. I want you to show me how you are being a little harlot. Show me!" I quickly hung up and pulled up a video chat app, opening a connection to her. We had used this one before to chat, so I knew she could do it. It rang and rang until it timed out. "Come on, Siena, pick up," I said out loud, and tried again. This time, she answered. I was already looking directly up between her legs. She must have set it up so that it would already be in position. As I watched, I saw her wall mounted toy disappear inside of her and reappear a moment later. I could see her pink wetness. It was an amazing view. "That's it, Siena. I'm watching you fuck the wall. I can see your shaved pussy from here. I notice you probing your backdoor. You are so slutty!" "Slap that pussy for me," I could see and hear her do it. "Mmm, such a naughty thing. Richard is fucking your pussy and I am poking your ass. You love it, don't you?" "I do, I do! Make me your whore. Use me." I could hear the desperation in her voice. How close she was... She grunted. "Tell...me...what you...are...doing," I could just barely see up to her chest and realized she couldn't really see me. "I'm stroking for all I am worth. My cock is so hard right now. I could cum at any time, but I'm waiting for you..." Siena picked up her pace, "I am almost there..." I felt myself on the brink, "I'm about to squirt, hon. I'm going to cover your gorgeous ass in my jizz as I finger your ass. Or maybe you want it inside your ass, my cum gushing into your tight asshole, you dirty..." All of a sudden, Siena started jerking her body, pushing it tight against the wall and arching her back. Loud moans filled the air. She came spectacularly. I felt like clapping, it was a stunning performance. I wasn't too far behind. "I'm cumming," I announced, and watched as she reached between her legs to pull the phone towards her. Understanding what she wanted, I aimed the phone so that she could watch me shoot my load all over my belly and chest. I don't know if I had every cum as much as right then. I was absolutely covered. I collapsed back and I could hear a distinct "shoop" as Siena dismounted her wall dildo. I gazed down at myself and laughed. "I probably should have brought a towel with me," I said. She giggled and pointed the camera to her soaked thighs and nearby hand towel. "Rookie mistake," she said, smiling. "My Lord, my heart is beating like a mile a minute" I said. "Me too!" "Thank you," she said, and I shook my head. "Oh no, thank you! That was incredible," I replied. "Are you bummed that didn't happen for real," Siena asked. "I would be lying if I said I didn't regret it at all. But, no, not really. You're too good a friend to mess stuff up. It was perfect. And so was this." "Good. My thoughts exactly. I regret it not being real a little too, but this was wonderful." I stretched and yawned. "It's so late, my gosh. I should sleep." "Typical," she said with a huge grin, "cum and roll over to sleep." "You know it. Except this time I need a frickin shower. Maybe two." I winked at her and showed her how covered I was. She licked her lips suggestively. "Mmm, nice." "Nothing has changed," I said. "Nothing's changed," she confirmed. "Good night, Siena, thanks for the what if." "Totally welcome. Night," and she closed the connection. I wistfully slipped into slumber wondering what was next in store with Siena. Only time would tell. But, I suspect it would be fun as hell.

Summer Awakening by Michelle Marie Copyright© 2021 by Michelle Marie Chapter 1 During the summer my parents would drop me off at my grandparent’s farm, where I would spend most of my summer break. My grandparents were fairly young in their late 50’s and were very much still living the hippie lifestyle of the 60’s and early 70’s. I remember my mom bringing me out here when I was younger for “family bonding” as she called it but to me it was very much like your common day family reunion or weekend cookouts. I always enjoyed spending time out at my grandparents farm. The rules always seemed to fade away. While respect and curtesy for one another was always enforced, curse words, nudity, as well as Pagan rituals and traditions ran rampant. The thing I enjoyed most was I could sleep in and stay up as late as I wanted, I didn’t have to get dressed and could wear whatever I wanted, and nothing was ever mandatory. As a young teen, having free choice was amazing. I didn’t have to eat food I didn’t like, participate in activities I had no interest in, and was free to roam anywhere on the property I liked, as long as I took Mr. Bojangles, the family dog with me. Mr BoJangles was always a loyal dog. While he was our family dog, he was unofficially MY dog. At the house he would always sleep with me at the door of my bed, and he would stay with me when I was out at the farm. My mom said it was good for him to roam and run free on the land and just be a dog. He was a mix of Australian Shepherd and German Shepherd, making him a highly intelligent and loyal dog, with natural instincts for out on the farm. Always barking and alerting me, and my parents/grandparents of any potential dangers. The drive out to the farm was always so beautiful and peaceful. My mom would tell me stories about her days growing up on the farm, and what Grammie and Poppa where like as parents. She said they would sit out on the porch and watch her swing on the porch swing, while they would sing songs and pass the peace pipe back and forth. She said they would be partially or fully nude with a thin robe on and she would usually just be in her panties or just a Little T-shirt and nothing on underneath. This was nothing that surprised me because enjoying the freedom and being one with nature was really a big deal to them, and even still with my mom, still til this day. I noticed a little smile as her voice trailed off and she lightly traced her upper lip with the tip of her tongue. “What is it mom?”, I asked inquisitively. Snapping back into reality and turning bright red with embarrassment, she said “Oh nothing hunny, was just thinking of your Poppa watching me on the porch swing...” as he voice trailed off. “Poppa watches me on the porch swing too sometimes.”, I added. “Oh that doesn’t surprise me one bit...” she laughed a bit. “He’s always been quite the voyeur.” I noticed that dreamlike daze return and she began squeezing her thighs together as she set the cruise control. After a few minutes I broke the silence. “Momma, what is a voy ... voy-er...”, “Voyeur hunny”, she corrected me. “Well is normally associated with being a sexual fetish, but in reality, it’s some one who likes to watch things. Kinda like people watching” she further explained. “Some people get highly aroused or turned on sexually, watching people.” “Is Poppa a Voyuer?” was my next logical question that made her smile and laugh. “Well I guess you could say Grammie and Poppa are both a voyeurs and your mother here has always been a bit of an exhibitionist, which is a very dangerous combo.”, she said with a mischievous smile. “Yes, I do enjoy being watched...”, she added, as she could foresee my next question. “How do you feel when he watches you?”, she asked. “Umm I don’t know. I kinda like the butterflies and tingles it gives me ... you know like down there...” I said referring to my kitty. “Umm yes I do know all to well hunny ... Wanna know a secret?” “Umm yea!” I said eagerly. “Just thinking about it how Poppa used to watch me, and him watching you gives me tingles right now.”, said smiling and put her hand on my bare thigh, giving me much more than tingles. I also couldn’t help notice the hem of her dress bunched up around her upper thighs, giving me a peek of her bare pussy, that had a light neatly trim layer of soft hair. “Momma, when did you first start getting tingles down there?” “Well I was about your age. Poppa used to take me around on his tractor. It was that old green and brown one, in the storage shed behind the main house. He would be out mowing the lawn or checking the barn and stables back when they still raised livestock. He would always have jeans on and a long shirt. Believe it or not, there were times he was fully clothed”, she laughed. She went on, “Sometimes when he would be out checking the fence line he’d take me with him. I’d sit on his lap and often I’d just be in my sandals and my panties. It’s what I usually ran around the house and yard in. The old Diesel engine would vibrate your whole body. Then the cool breeze would blow across my chest and tummy. Momma’s nipples have always been sensitive, and riding around topless was more than enough to send tingles all over. But ESPECIALLY down there.” “Is that why you don’t wear a bra?”, I asked. “Partly, but remember that I like to be watched ... and desired. I love the attention that I’m your Poppa would give me. When I got a little older, about your age now, he added a second little saddle seat directly in front of him for me to sit on. It was leather almost like a banana seat, curved up higher in the front, and lower in the back, allowing by butt to slide back against his ... ah ... erm ... lap! The best thing though, is that the support bar to brace it, extended up from the floorboard to the front of the saddle seat. This made the the front curve of the seat, that sat firm against my kitty, vibrate as the gears turned.” As we turned down the old county road my mom opened the sunroof, rolled down the windows, and looked at me. “Let’s do something crazy, shall we?”, she said. I just smiled and nodded in agreement, as she pulled the top of her dress down revealing her bare 36D breasts, that were more saucer shaped with just a slight sag from breast feeding, and capped with thick long nipples that stood erect. She then turned and pulled my dress up over my head and completely off. I gave her a look of embarrassment, as I was there in the front seat in just my panties, and her being practically nude. Before I could object, she punched the gas and we sped down the road with a thrill which m excited me in a way I never felt before. Something had changed between us during that ride. It seemed to mark the beginning of a new phase. An awakening of sorts. I was no longer a little girl but a young teen, who was curious and eager to explore her nubile body and sexuality. Chapter 2 The cool breeze circulating though the car felt good on my bare chest, and I thought back to my momma’s earlier comment about the tractor ride. As we pulled up mom pulled her dress back up but told me just to leave mine off so I could show Grammie and Poppa how much I’ve “Grown” as she glanced down to my perky, almost full A-cup, budding mounds, capped with light pink puffy areolas with tiny pea sized innie nipples. As soon as I opened the door, BoJangles leaped out and ran around the yard barking like a wild banshee. His barking and yelping signaled our arrival, as Grammie and Poppa walked out into the porch in their robes. I immediately ran up to them and gave them a big hug, and could tell they both were pleasantly surprised that I was already “undressed” for the occasion. Then one by one they leaned down and gave me a slow gentle, tender, semi-open mouth kiss on the lips. Everyone in my family kissed on the lips, but this kiss was definitely more “grown-up” and more wet than any kiss I’ve gotten before. My mom then told me to get my bags as she stepped up on the porch to greet them with a hug and a kiss as well. As I retrieved my backpack and duffel bag I slowly walked back to where mom and Poppa where still embracing and kissing and using a little bit of their tongues. After about a long full minute of kissing, Grammie turned to my mom and jokingly said, “I feel I got cheated now on my hello kiss!” We turned to enjoy the beautiful view of the land from the porch, as we made small talk. Grammie stood behind me caressing my bare shoulders as well as the back of my neck and earlobe, as the cool air blew across my bare breasts. I shivered slightly as the tingles grew stronger between my legs, my slightly inverted nipples popped out fully erect, and goosebumps formed across my soft smooth milky pale skin. As we stood there, I noticed out of the corner of my eye, Poppa standing behind my mom with his arms around her, with their fingers intertwined. She stood with her head tilted back slightly as he was whispering something in her ear making her giggle. In that moment I felt happiness and joy for her, for us. I also felt a little dumb, as I realized that the chemistry has always been there, I was just naïve. I closed my eyes and leaned back against Grammie and felt the bare, erect nipples, pressed hard against my upper back, as her robe fell open. She lightly caressed the tops of my shoulders with her fingers trailing them down my upper chest, tracing the natural curve of my small mounds in between them, then circling down underneath. I felt her breath on my neck and my knees nearly buckled as she whispered in my ear... “Oh my little granddaughter isn’t so little anymore is she ... Do you like that hunny...” My breathing was heaving and all I could do was nod my head yes. “Umm ... yesssss ... good girl. You make Grammie so wet!”, she further whispered. Time seemed to stand still. I didn’t know what she meant by make her wet, I thought maybe she meant that I made her hot and sweaty with lust, but I’d soon learn exactly what she meant. She shifted forward and with her left hand cupped my left breast and gently started to massage it. She then took my right arm and pulled it back behind me, placing my hand inside her robe. I felt her soft flat tummy and her crescent moon belly button piercing that had a little charm with a moonstone hanging from it. I gently toyed with it with my finger, causing her audibly gasp in my ear. I suddenly jumped a bit as I felt her right hand on my bare tummy which tickled a bit. She traced the outer edge of my own belly button with her index finger and it led to the most intense feeling I’ve ever felt. That feeling can only be described as a ticklish itch deep between my thighs as she lightly scraped the tip of her finger nail across my nipples while caressing the inside lip of my innie belly button at the same time. I placed my left hand against the porch railing as my other hand behind me, unconsciously slid down her lower tummy and my fingers sliding through her soft bush, and into her warm, wet, sticky folds. I now knew exactly how “wet” I made her. “Oh my gawd, I never imagined you’d be such such a natural ... curve your two finger fingers baby ... yessss finger Grammie’s pussy!”, she desperately mouthed into my ear. At some point she grab the front waist band of my panties, using it to pull me harder against her and my fingers deeper inside her. This also caused my little thin bikini cut panties, to pull tightly against my own kitty ... no, I was not a little girl, I had a pussy! A swollen pussy that looked like it was going to break through the thin gausset of my panties. I looked down to see the perfect outline of my pussy lips but yet something was different. I noticed a little bump protruding between them and little wet spot where I must have peed a little a little bit from being tickled. Then Grammie gasped, shivered all over, nibbled hard on my neck as I felt a hard contraction around my fingers inside her. Then suddenly there was a gush of wetness that splashed against my hand, and dribbled onto the wooden deck. “Fuuuck ... I haven’t squirted from just being fingered ... I don’t think.”, Grammie said quietly, still catching her breath. She then released her grasp on my panties, and turned me around to face her. I didn’t want it to stop, but I enjoyed the feeling of the panties pulled tightly against me, forming a deep crease between the lips of my pussy and now throbbing clit. She took my right hand, wet from her juices and brought it up between us. My fingertips looked liked raisins from her wetness. I could smell the strong sweet, yet pungent smell of her sex, and noticed my index and middle fingers were a bit gooey from being inside her. She slowly brought my fingers up to my lips and wiped it across them smearing her girl cum across my lips like lipgloss. She then brought them up to her lips and slid them into her mouth, licking and sucking them clean. She smiled mischievous and gave me a nod. I instinctively licked my lips, and tasted her slightly salty, yet savory film that made me feel so dirty, yet sexy and grown-up at the same time. Grammie then lifted my chin with her fingers and drew me into a soft playful kiss. A kiss that lingered and made my knees almost buckle again, as she parted her lips, causing the tip of our tongues to intertwine. As she drew more of my tongue past her lips, we both tasted that familiar flavor of her arousal. “Let’s go clean up and get you settled in”, she said to me. As I turned and bent over to pick up my bag, I heard my Poppa whistle at me as he checked out my little bubble butt from behind. I was then I noticed he and my mom had moved over to the other side of the porch. As we we walked past them, I saw my mom on the porch swing with the top of her dress about to fall off, and looked to only being held up by her very erect and pointed nipples. I also noticed the hem of her short sundress was slightly bunched up around the top of her thighs, and she had her right leg pulled up and out wide, giving Poppa an unobstructed view of her bare pussy. She winked as I passed by and I gave Poppa a knowingly smile. Chapter 3 As soon as we walked through the door, Grammie hung her robe, and told me go get settled in. I went to the guest bedroom, sat my backpack and duffel bag down, and fell back onto the bed. The comforter was so soft, and still had that fresh linen scent from being washed. I closed my eyes and let my mind wander. I would like to tell you that in that moment, I was relaxed and in a state of sexual ecstasy, but in fact I was confused and anxious. The car ride and talk with my mother alone, was enough to blow my mind. The sexual awakening I received when we arrived, was overwhelming at best. Even more so, the butterflies, tingling, and throbbing, now seemed more like a painful pressure build up deep within. I was badly needing some type of relief. “KERPLOP!”, BoJangles jumped up on the bed next to me, and rested his head on my tummy. It was endearing, almost as if he sensed my frustration. He looked up at me with those warm loving eyes as I pet him with my right hand. Then suddenly, like a switch went off, he was very in my hand, sniffing it really hard and began licking it hard. Then my fingers, as he stood up and walked over me a few times, before settling down between my parted legs. He continued to lick my fingers and my belly, that immediately sent shivers and goosebumps all over. I don’t know why I didn’t push him away. But for some reason its was more of a new sensation rather than something gross or grotesque. He was laying with his neck on my panty covered pussy, lapping away relentlessly at my navel and then the smooth softer area just above my panty line. As he licked, the rapid repetitive movement against my pussy felt weird, awkward, and I’m ashamed to say ... very good. I closed my eyes and just let myself go. I subconsciously bent my legs and gently began shifting my hips upward in rhythm with his warm wet licks. Gawd it felt good but making me more and more anxious as the pressure grew. I reached up with my left hand and squeezed my left breast and started flicking my swollen puffy nipples. Nipples that were no longer inverted due to my state of desperation. Fuck! I needed release so bad. Then at the height of my frustration, yanked the crotch of my panties to the side with my right hand, causing them to rip open. A frantic tear, that started from the seam around my left leg, across the front, and leaving them held together by only a couple threads, leaving my pussy exposed to him. A swollen, throbbing pussy that was definitively wet, and I could feel my juices run down the crack of my butt, as I continued my thrusts upward. “Ahhh ... gawd ... Yesssss ... liiiiick meeee!”, I moaned as I felt his long warm wet abrasive tongue, start to lick me deep between my thighs. First, long laps down around my tightly puckered sphincter. Then up through my lips, with the tip of his tongue caressing the underside of my enlarged clit, that was throbbing and sending electric shockwaves through my body. And lastly around and and just inside my vagina, as if he was trying to siphon my juices straight from the source. His aggressiveness was the perfect excuse to spread my legs wider for him, as I tore my panties completely off. Then I exploded into a massive orgasm that left my body trembling, and my mind in an unconscious state of euphoria, that will never be matched ... or so I thought at the time. I don’t know how long I was out of it but when I came to I was under a soft warm blanket, and draped over and snuggling against my mom’s smooth naked body. She was caressing my hair, neck, ear and cheek. I heard BoJangles barking outside and was immediately felt dirty, embarrassed, and ashamed. As I began to stir a little bit, my mom kissed my forehead and asked “How are you feeling hunny? After Poppa and I finished “cuddling” in his room, I looked in on you and you were passed out. I was a bit worried since you looked flushed and mumbling.” I looked up at her as a single tear rolled down my cheek. A tear that carried so much emotion, dropped onto her soft smooth skin of her bare breast where my head was laying. “Aww hunny, what’s the matter? Did Grammie upset you?” I couldn’t look at her, and just shook my head “no”. For some reason I thought that if I looked at her she’d know my dirty secret. She always seemed to be able to read me like an open book but this was something I could never tell anyone. EVER! The fear of her taking BoJangles back home with her or even worse, getting rid of him altogether was an unbearable thought. “Did you enjoy yourself?”, she asked. “Umm I think so ... Yes, yes I did” I nervously answered. She went on “I never really talked to you about religion and spirituality. But it goes hand and hand with love and how you feel and connect with others. Not just others but all living things. NEVER EVER, feel bad for making yourself or someone feel good!”, she emphasized. “Did anyone get hurt? Did anyone or is anyone going to get in trouble? “, she asked. “No momma”, I replied. “Then enjoy it. Enjoy yourself. Connect and and bond with people and things around you.”, she advised. “All living things are connected to work as one. A system of living, feeding, and sharing with one another. Our family is no different. I bet you feel closer to me and to Grammie now, don’t you?”, she added. “Yes, Outside I felt connected with her her. It was ... I dunno ... like really intense I suppose.”, I answered. And very lastly she stated “We all have little secrets. It’s important to keep some things just for yourself. But if it hurts or upsets you, never keep it bottled up. Those secrets can destroy you. You can always talk to me about anything, and I’ll never share your secrets.” Then she looked down at me and gave me a knowingly smile and said “Mr BoJangles is good secret keeping secrets ... he and I have quite a few ... especially in the past few months. A girl has needs ya know!” Chapter 4 My mom left shortly after our little nap, and I decided to take a shower as I was sticky and still a little bit “slimy” down there. As I stepped out of the shower, I started to reach for my oversized pink towel, but thought better of it. This is the new me. I’m not a little girl anymore. I’m going to have to accept my body and others will just have to deal with it!, I thought to myself. So I decided to “air dry” only toweling off my long strawberry blonde hair, that hung down just to the top of my butt. I then dried my feet as not to track water down the hall, and walked out of the bathroom naked and enjoying the cool air on my damp body. I confidently strutted down the hall towards my room, however my confidence was very short-lived. For as I turned to enter my room, I ran smack dab into my cousin Shawn. “Ahh ... Shawn I’m naked! What are you doing! Get out of here!”, I exclaimed. “You’re the one practicing around naked ... and you mean OUR room.”, he said, as he took a step back to take me all in, and licking his lips. “Move!”, I said pushing him out of the way, and running over to the closet, in a sudden flash of modesty. Grabbing the first thing in my closet, I threw in on over my head, and reached around and grabbed the first pair of panties, out of my top dresser drawer. When I stood up after sliding my panties on I turned towards him, to see him laying on MY bed with my ripped panties in his hand. “I can’t wait to hear the story behind these!”, he said holding them up and then sniffing them. “Give those back!”, I said jumping on the bed, and grabbing at his hands. Even though we were the same age he had apparently grew not just taller but stronger and more toned too. It was apparent very early into our wrestling match that he was no longer the geeky boy I used to parade around and play dress up with. He quickly flipped me and straddled me pretty easily. Sitting up high on my tummy, pinning my both arms against the mattress with his knees on both sides. I was then I realized that the thin silk camisole that I had thrown on did little to cover up both at top and down below. To make matters worse, the panties I had grabbed, were my “special occasion”, very thin, light pink lace cheeky hipsters, that sat very low on my hips and were practically transparent. He was wearing loose boxer shorts and a tight A-frame beater shirt. He apparently took it upon himself to get comfortable while I was washing up. Since he was using his weight and his legs to keep me pinned that meant his arms and hands were completely free. Completely free to reach back and grab my deep inner thigh and start tickling me, causing me to start laughing hysterically, and thrusting back and forth underneath him. However I was completely at his mercy and we both knew it. The more I squirmed, the more exposed my chest became. Until my right breast was fully exposed, and all but the tip of my nipple on left breast was on display as well. At some point he turned his attention to the hand that was back behind him and now between my thighs. My squirming, flailing legs almost appeared as if I was humping his hand. His other hand was firmly on my chest for support, but unintentionally slid up my chest and firmly around my neck. I slowly stopped laughing and squirming, as his other hand and fingers changed from a wiggling to a rubbing motion as one side of panties were part way down my thigh, and the other side was pulled tight, exposing half my pussy. As he turned to face me, our eyes locked for a brief moment. The tip of his penis peaked out the side of his boxers. As his fingertips found the soft skin of my exposed lip, I felt the tip of his dick throbbing and twitching against my exposed nipple, dribbling a bead of thin fluid onto my breasts each time. He looked at me intently, as I felt his fingers slide deeper in between my pussy lips. Although I wasn’t “wet”, I was still moist from bathing, and it allowed me to feel the the friction of his curious exploration of my folds. His rough erratic touching was no where close to the tingles I felt earlier, but letting him explore me, and feel me up at his will, took away my anxiety. I felt the fingertip of his middle finger rub and probe around my opening causing me to gasp and shake my head no. But he just laughed and probed deeper and deeper, as my mouth said no but I raised my head more and more. Increasing the pressure around my throat and in essence strangling myself with his hands. Simultaneously I thrust my hips drawing his finger in deeper feeling the increasing pressure on my hymen. He didn’t know it, but I was just as curious as he was. It wasn’t sexual for me but a curiosity. Sure it felt good, but it I felt safe with him, as silly as it sounds. With his hand around my throat and him believing he was in control and taking what he wanted, it relieved me from any anxiety or shame. Only the unspoken underlying truth. Which was secret guilt that I did in fact like it, and grow to crave it over the long summer days. “You two are awfully ... quiet ... Oh I see! Catching up and getting to know each other quite well, are we?”, my uncle Steve blurted out as he watched us both jump up quickly from the bed. A wave of embarrassment washed over me, but I kept repeating what my mom said to me over and over. Never be embarrassed or ashamed ... and despite the very different sensations and feelings, it did feel good right? After all, he was the one strangling me, molesting me, and shoving his fingertip inside me. I mean I didn’t even get wet like before, right? “Ah we were just talking dad”, Shawn explained. “Yea, your son is a real jerk, stealing my panties and teasing me with them!”, I added in my own defense. Uncle Steve laughed uncontrollably at us both, “Yea sure you two, that’s why your panties are pulled to the side, and you have cum all over your tits!”, and walked out of the room. “Asshole”, Shawn said under his breath, but still audible. “Yea, like father, like son”, I said taking my finger and wiping up the smear of wet dribble from my chest. Gawd, I don’t even 65know how I got in this mess, and today was only the first day. “What are you even doing here anyways?”, I asked. I usually had a good two weeks alone with my grandparents, before other family came to stay. “Any why aren’t you using the other bedroom? The other on was your dad’s old room growing up anyways.” I inquired. “Well dad and Gypsy are staying in his old bedroom.”, he replied. “Wait, what? This is supposed to be the summer getaway from the parental units spot! Summer camp without all the rules!”, I fired back in an agitated mood. “Listen it’s not my first choice either, but my dad and Gypsy are kinda broke, and Grammie and Poppa told them to stay here this summer. The plan is for them to get married and move in together.”, he said in a defeated tone. “You can still have your space, I’ll even sleep on the daybed over by the window. It converts to a singe bed, or a twin if you pull out the trundle mattress and attach it.”, he suggested. “Don’t be silly”, I said, “You’re the jerk not me. I mean, I’m barely 5’3 and you’re like 5’6...” “FIVE-SEVEN!”, he corrected me. “Geesh, I didn’t mean to cut you short. “How about this, I’ll take my moms old daybed. All the sheets that fit it are all girlie anyways. You can have the queen. The window area and the extra space that used to be the walk-in closet, is mine, and all this over here is your half.”, proposed. “No fair, the TV stand stand is on your half!” He objected. “Yup. But it faces your side of the room.” I pointed out. He thought for a minute, then after realizing I’d have to lay in the bed to watch it, eagerly agreed. As far as rules were concerned, we both laughed at subject. There were never any hard rules here, but we decided to hold true to the one steadfast family rule. Respect one another. I then came up with the three B’s. #1: Respect for my boundaries, both personal and physical areas, such as my personal space. #2: Respect for my body. #3: Respect for my choice of behavior ... or rather my misbehavior at any given time. We also agreed that two pillows side by side on his headboard, meant he was open to me laying down on his bed and taking or watching TV. If the pillows were in a single stacked position, that meant he needed his space. “Dinners ready, get out here if you’re hungry!”, we heard Grammie call out from down the hallway. And with that I gave my cousin a wicked grin, dropped the spaghetti straps of my silk negligee, letting it slowly slide down and off my body, and walked past him, and down the hall, in just my little pink lace panties. And of course put a little extra wiggle in my hips ;) Chapter 5 Dinner was quite interesting, in that Gypsy was brand new to the family, and our open lifestyle. When I walked in to the dining room, I made eye contact with Gypsy, who after realizing that I was practically nude rolled her eyes at me and immediately looked over at Uncle Steve, who was doing his best to avert his eyes at me in an attempt to keep her content. In an effort to make Gypsy feel more at ease, Grammie and Poppa wore their robes, with underwear underneath. I was apparently the only one who didn’t get the memo, which was just one more thin mg to add to this crazy ass day. Despite her mega bitch attitude, her face was absolutely beautiful. Long beautiful wavy brunette hair with blonde highlights with streaks of light purple. She was wearing very tight cutoff denim jeans that were unbuttoned and partly peeled down in the front. When she stood you could see almost the entire front of her light purple mesh panties. When the light hit at just the right angle, you could easily see-through them. She definitely took care of herself as her neatly groomed little triangle of pubic hair was also noticeable. Her top was one of Shawn’s white beater undershirts. It was torn at the top, and stretched tightly over her 36-DD melons, that were perfectly round and full. She wasn’t wearing (or even needed) a bra, but appeared to have star shaped little pasties over her nipples. They stood up proud on her chest in their all their glory and I couldn’t help to think if that’s where all Uncle Steve’s savings went. Her backside was just as impressive.I couldn’t take my eyes away from her thick round rump, that looked like it was going to rip the seams. When she moved, her shorts would ride up just enough that the bottom curve of each of her cheeks would peek out. Sure I thought girls were pretty. I’d take my time enjoying their beautiful as did my mom. Both men and women’s bodies were seemingly like nature’s art. Some obviously more appealing than others, but Gypsy was a masterpiece. She was everything I dreamed my body would be be someday, and it broke my heart. Finally meeting a real- life person, who was worthy of being my very first woman crush, and I ruined it. After dinner we went out onto the deck that surrounds the little jacuzzi. It wasn’t anything fancy, but adid have a nice filtration system and Poppa added some led lights lights along the bottom that made the water sparkle in multiple colors and patterns. The adults lit up the peace pipe and slipped into the jacuzzi. Grammie and Gypsy in their panties and Poppa and Uncle Steve in just their boxers. Grammie was of course topless, and after a few hits of the peace pipe, so was Gypsy. Shawn and I decided to walked down to the creek to talk, after sensing the awkward interaction at dinner. I ran inside and grabbed one of Poppa’s button up flannel shirts to put on since the air was just a bit cooler as sunset. I didn’t think he’d mind if I left it completely unbuttoned and open. Not that I was the least bit concerned with what he did or didn’t see of my body. I grabbed a blanket from the foot of my bed, shoved it in my backpack, and paused in front of the mirror. My confidence wavering, I ran a brush through my hair, applied some lip gloss, and popped in a piece of gum. My mind was all over the place... “What am I doing? I’m not getting ready for him ... I’m just freshening up ... right? Gawd I wish my mom was here. I’m fine. Who is that bitch anyway? She’s not even part of this family. I see the way boys look at me. The way Poppa looks at me. The way her man looked at me, and completely envious of his son!” “You can get those fixed you know!”, I looked up startled, seeing her peering in the bedroom doorway. “Huh?”, I said confused and with a dumbfounded look on my face. “Your tits, so your nipples won’t look so ugly. You know recessed a bit when they’re not hard.”, she said very matter of fact way, that made a knot deep in my tummy. “Yea, I know a good place, they fix fucked up tits all the time!”, she added as peeled up her wet and transparent shirt, and turning slightly, giving my a front and profile view of her augmentation. She then glanced down at my chest and walked off snickering. I felt my body start to tremble, as I fought back tears, and felt my heart pounding as that anxious, nervous, yet angry feeling overcame me. “Hurry up, we’re going to miss it!”, Shawn said referring to the watching the sunset down by the stream. As if we didn’t have 58 more to come this summer. I grabbed a black pair of tight boyshorts from the drawer, threw them on. Normally I would wear no panties at all, but in my frazzled state, I didn’t care. Plus in the low light, no one would see my panty lines anyway. I decided to somewhat cover my “ugly tits”, by buttoning up a few buttons, but the oversized shirt was still loose enough that my chest would still be exposed as I moved around. I tied the ends of the shirt tight and high around my upper waist, just under my rib cage, showing off my flat tummy, and completed the look by tying my hair up with a blue and black bandanna. The end result was a look that resembled Rosie, the “You Can Do It!” pinup girl back in the 50’s. I grabbed my backpack, ran out the door with BoJangles in tow, and started down the trail towards the creek. “Wait up!”, Shawn said as he practically ran to keep up. “Nothing! I don’t want to talk about it, or anything to do with that stupid white trash bimbo whore!” Grabbing my arm and turning me towards him, he grabbed my hair and kissed me. I tensed up and tried to pull away, as he squeezed my chin with his other hand and REALLY kissed me this time. Forcefully yet with meaning, I slowly relaxed and his kisses because less forceful and more passionate. We stood there lip locked as I stated to get hot and those all too familiar tingles returned. I parted my mouth giving his tongue full access to explore and massage my own, as I did the same. I reached around his waist pulling him closer. I wanted him, no needed him to take away the hurt and anxiety once again. Sensing this he walked me back a few steps and pinned me against the big willow. Using his left hand he held my wrists together up over my head while firmly up against me. Instinctively our hips slowly found rhythm with each other as I lifted my left leg and wrapped it around his right leg. He grabbed my thigh and moved it outwards opening me more, then pulled it tight against him as he shifted his hips down slightly so that I could feel his hardness throbbing directly against my pussy. “We can’t do this Shawn, no, no, I can’t do this ... gawd I can feel you throbbing ... Ah, ah, oh, you make me feel so good.”, I said breathless said while clinging to him so desperately. His kisses traveled onto my cheek and across my ears and onto the back of my neck, causing my panting to turn to moaning. Moaning that validated his efforts and seemed to fuel the passion between us even more. My little hip movements against him turned into me full on dry humping him, as his kisses traveled down my neck. As he reached the top of my chest, the flannel shirt fell off my shoulders and I froze. Looking up at me with those beautiful green as he continued to kiss my chest, slightly crouched down due to the height difference. “Are my tits ugly?” I asked, as my self-esteem seem to be non-existent in that precise moment. Letting go of my hands above my head, he made direct eye content with me, and gave me a mischievous yet sinister look. Then took the open short ends and wrapping them around the fairly thin tree trunk, along with my arms stick in the sleeves, essentially tying me to the tree. “She told me I should go to a place that fixes fucked up tits like mine!” I said louder, and getting annoyed and frustrated with him ignoring my feelings. “Fucking jerk! Let me go! I’ll scream ya know...”, I snapped at him. “No you won’t”, he said taking the tip of his tongue, first licking around my navel, then trailing upwards between my breasts, up the center of my neck, chin, and finally lips. “You look delicious ... And you taste like...”, he then paused and slowly licked my lips a second time. “Umm ... like cherries ... how appropriate...”, he quietly whispered in my ear, making my knees weak this time. “In fact I bet you’re creaming your panties right now too...”, he added and licked and nibbled my left earlobe. “We both know I’m not gonna stop til I get what I want...”, he growled. I felt his fingers hand lightly caress my neckline, then down the front of my body, brushing over my nipples, giving me a shiver and causing them poke out fully erect. His fingers teased my navel and slid further down, leaving goosebumps along the way. I gasped, as he ran his finger along the inside edge of the waistband of my panties. “Gawd no, no, no, no, no, please Shawn I don’t want this!”, I pleaded with him, as his hand slipped further down, to my aching pussy. This time however, I was extremely wet, and his fingers effortlessly gilded over my swollen clit and through my lips. I bit my lip hard to avoid letting out a loud moan as he played with my pussy, spreading my wetness all around and sliding his fingertip over my clit. Then he brought his fingers, covered and glistening with my thick slimy wetness to my lips, and I was overcome with the very strong, musky, almost fishy smell of my pussy, that was begging to be touched by him again. He smiled as tilted my head forward, parted my mouth, and eagerly took his fingers into my mouth. My taste, was a lot stronger than Grammies and let it set it my mouth, savoring the taste of my slimy cum, as I played with it using the tip of my tongue. Shawn then grabbed me by the throat, causing me to gasp, and dribble down my chin and whispered “You’re so beautiful and I refuse to acknowledge any crap that she or anyone else says.” He then gave me a very sloppy kiss, sharing in the taste of my cum as it transferred back and forth before I swallowed it. Then in one quick motion, he yanked down my tight spandex boyshorts, pulling my panties down with them. He grabbed me once again by the throat with his left hand, smacked my bare pussy hard with his right hand. I cried out somewhere between pleasure and pain as the sharp stinging dissipated across my quivering pussy lips. He then laughed and said, “Come join me down by the creek when you’re done pouting!”, and walked off. “You fucking jerk, you can’t leave me here like this!”, as I tried to pull away. “Fuck, I’m so done with this, with you!”, I yelled to no avail. Just then BoJangles walked up started sniffing my crotch and giving my thighs a gentle lick. “No, go away! Not here! Go lay down!”, I pleaded. I pushed him away several times then took a deep breath and relaxed. It was then I finally let go my grasp of the access material of the shirt that was balled up in my hands and realized the there was enough room to slip my arms out. In fact I actually started laughing at myself as I could have gotten free at any time had I just relaxed. As soon as my arms were free the shirt fell to the ground and I saw that it had only been half tied around the tree to begin with. I calmed started to gather myself and pull up my bottoms and noticed my panties were now cold and soggy, and there was a damp spot in the crotch of my shorts. I also realized how badly I had to pee. Something that would seem to always occur when I got really wet down there. Using the cover of the willow tree, I shed my bottoms, and leaned back against the tree trunk, spread my legs, and let myself go. I let out an audible sigh of relief as the initial burn from holding it subsided, and a golden river began to flow from my pussy lips. Even though I was partly squatting, as the steam slowed it trickled down my thighs part way. Great, now I pissed on myself, I thought to myself. Well since these are already soiled I might as well!, and I used my wet pant to wipe myself up, and threw them into the backpack. I threw my shorts on and headed down the trail with BoJangles leading the way. When I got there I saw Shawn’s boxers and shit laying on the the bank, and him sloshing around naked in the creek. I spread my blanket and laid down, leaving the flannel shirt off, and using it to prop my head up. As I watched him I thought about the car ride and the conversation with my mom about being a voyeur. I had to admit, watching him wading around naked in the 2 ½ foot water, was kinda hot. Even though it was dark, it was a clear night with a star filled sky and a near full moon. He pretended not to know I was there, but I knew he could clearly hear, if not see, BoJangles splashing around chasing frogs. It was almost comical watching him try to tease me or impress me, or whatever silly motive he had. I’d watch him dip down in the water and move around for a few minutes then, then slowly raise up, leaving his penis just under the surface. Then he’d stand up, and giving me a side view of his fully erect cock for a few seconds, before turning his back towards me. As if he was oblivious to my gaze, and pretend to look at the stars above. I’d love to tell you how much his hard cock made my mouth water, or how I wanted to strip naked and swim out there to touch and play with it. But in actuality, I was transfixed on his firm, round, muscular ass. The way it glistened under the moonlight, and how each cheek alternated up and down, without one bit of jiggle, as he walked away from me. I also loved his upper back and shoulder muscles, that almost made him look beastly, in the starlit night and reflection off the water. After watching him for about 20 mins, he finally waded over towards me and stood tall in all his naked glory. “Are you done pouting now?, he mused. “Maybe if you weren’t such an ass, I’d join you”, I replied. “You know you like it. Apparently a little TOO much.”, he said playfully holding up two fingers and waiving them under is nose. “And THAT’s why you’re over there playing with yourself”, I said in a dismissive manner. He sat down next to me and and we both broke out laughing. We certainly had a love hate relationship, always have, but there was an undeniable bond between us. The weeks when we’d both be staying on the farm, we’re my favorite. Being an only child, it was nice to have a partner in crime, so to speak. When we were little, we practically looked like twins, being the same age and even being born one day apart. His long blonde hair rivaled mine for many years, until he enrolled in public school. He certainly got on my nerves, a lot, but he was also my best friend. I did miss him and I suppose love him too. After all he was my cousin, and we’ve always had a close family. But as we laid there under the stars, I felt something very new towards him, and it scared me. I liked him. Like I REALLY liked him. What I didn’t know was if felt the same shift in our relationship, or if it was just some big game to him ... and that was the scariest part.

Small Town ENF Adventure byIwroteathing© Dixie Jackson rolled her new smart phone in her hand, her father had asked why she needed a fancy phone when the only internet on the Jackson Ranch for miles around was in the house, but Dixie had plans for her new gadget that she could never tell her dad about. She played with the settings on the phone to confirm it would do exactly what she wanted and before long her plan became fully formed. The first part of the plan was to take the naughtiest picture she could of herself, she knew this picture would have to be the kind she would do anything to prevent falling into the wrong hands. The thought of that alone gave her more than enough joy to start her ordeal. Dixie went to her shed and prepared the worst she could look. She set up her phone leaning against a stool in the corner of one of the horse stables and opened up an app she had downloaded that would let her take pictures through voice command. Dixie stripped and began by rolling in the hay, she wasn't looking to be covered in mud or anything that would obscure her body, just a fine coating a dust and dry mud, with the occasional piece of straw clinging to her exposed body to make her look degraded. Next she fetched a nice thick pen with which to write on her skin, in big black letters she wrote the words "Horse Cock Whore" across her torso. Next she got ahold of something she had prepared earlier, two clothes pegs attached to lengths of string. She attached the pegs to her labia, one on each side, before measuring out the string just right, and tying the other end to her respective toes. In this way she could pull her pussy open by spreading her legs. Finally she took her position and whistled. Dixie's horse was often an unwilling accomplice in her self-inflicted predicaments and so had learned to put up with her weird behaviour and follow her command. As he returned to his stable, he found his food had been placed in the far corner for some reason, and his owner was sat beneath it. Gingerly the horse moved around Dixie and began to eat, meanwhile his penis swung into position beside Dixie just as she had planned. Dixie hugged the horse cock close to her body, spread her legs wide to reveal all of herself to her phone ordered the camera to take a pictures for as long as the horse was there, reasoning that at least one of them would do for her purposes. Later that night, as Dixie looked through the pictures she realised what a state she looked, she saw herself spreading and pleading with the camera and knew she would do whatever it took to not let this photo get seen by anyone she knew, and that would make the next day's adventure something to remember. ... About twenty miles from Dixie's house was the town of Fort Nimrod. The township was the nearest slice of civilisation to the ranch mainly serving as an amenities centre for the nearby farms and their workers, so there wasn't much to it beyond the schoolhouse, library, shops and bar. There were a few homes and hostels for those passing through and a couple of museums dotted around the outside of the fort that the town had been built around. To start her adventure Dixie went to the library on the far end of town to ensure that there was a change of clothes hidden at the back in one of the private reading rooms that she (and only she) regularly frequented. She also made sure to leave the emergency exit round the back unlocked so she could sneak in without the librarian seeing her. Next she went to the fort to prepare. Dixie had kept a close eye on the time for the whole drive down, if she wanted this to work her timing would have to be perfect, she arrived at the fort at 10:00am. As always the fort was empty as no matter what they did nobody ever wanted to go on a weekday. The fort was your standard civil war fort, with a series of walls, with small buildings built into them surrounding a central courtyard. Dixie went to a small tower at the back that she had picked out for her starting point. The tower had been used in the past to light signal fires, and she had decided that today she was going to light a fire of her own. High above the township people will see the fire lit, not knowing that the fire had been started using every stitch of fabric Dixie had on. Staring at the signal fire pit, Dixie had to do one last piece of preparation, firstly she checked her phone and confirmed that indeed there was no internet signal in fort Nimrod. On her phone was an app connected to her email, it allowed her to customise an email based on what time it was sent out. She brought up her email, selected every name in her address book and set up an email to go to them. If the email was sent between 12:00 and 12:10 the attachment would be an invite to the Jackson family's annual BBQ. However if the email was sent outside of that window the attachment would be the degrading picture she took the previous night. She clicked send, without internet the email just waited in the outbox, however Dixie knew the moment she reached the library the phone would connect to the library's WiFi and the email would be sent. For good measure she had also set alarms at those times so she would know when she was in that window. This way she couldn't rush her naked walk across town but without knowing the time she would inevitably have to take some risks when she heard the first alarm. She then took some saran wrap and duct tape and used it to fasten the phone tight to her arm, making sure it wasn't coming off until she could get her hands on some scissors. Finally Dixie had decided that she would wear a mask. Fort Nimrod a small town that Dixie regularly visited, she was certain if her face was seen she would be instantly recognised and word would spread quickly. It had taken a while to pick just the right mask for this adventure, but in the end she had chosen a full head Hillary Clinton mask in the hope that a rural town in Texas would see if as some sort of statement. Finally, her hands shaking with anticipation, Dixie began to remove her clothes and one by one place them in the signal fire pit. This was the part she loved most, her last vestiges of sanity pleading with her not to go past the point of no return as she geared up for a new adventure. She started with her shoes and socks, shivering as her bare feet touched the dusty ground. She pulled off the T-shirt her father had bought her with "Federal Booty Inspector" written in big letters across the front and threw it into the pit, she was looking forward to watching that burn. The familiar warm breeze of Texas hit her exposed torso as she began to pull down the colourful jeans that had been given to her by an aunt in California that the family didn't like to talk about. Dixie was now just in her least favourite underwear staring at the fire pit. The back of her mind was still telling her that it wasn't too late, that she could still pick the clothes up, get dressed and go home without going through this madness. Dixie stroked her mostly naked body to silence the voice, and unclipped her bra. As she threw the bra into the pit, Dixie caught how stiff her nipples were, she reach down south with her and to see if her panties also reflected her excitement. She had to peel her sodden knickers away from her pussy and with a quivering hand threw them on the pile. Standing naked staring at her clothes, Dixie was now aware that her only possessions were the phone attached to her arm, a bottle of lighter fluid and a pack of matches. Another breeze rolled over Dixie's naked body, tickling each and every goosebump, sending shivers of delight into her core and temporary silencing the voice of doubt. She emptied the bottle of lighter fluid on her clothes and struck the match, and took a moment to stare at the flames. Dixie's mind was racing. Part of her was pleading with her not to go through with this, that she could still wear the lighter fluid sodden clothes. But that voice was drowned out by her overwhelming animal urges. She let out a shiver and a moan as she relaxed her hand and let the match fall into the pit. There was an almighty whoosh as her clothes went up in flames and Dixie was trapped in the ordeal of her own creation. Dixie gave herself a moment to soak in the experience of what she had done, feeling her body quiver as heat from the fire licked her naked skin. Suddenly the reality of the situation hit her like a brick. She was stood naked next to a signal fire designed to be seen by the whole town. Dixie immediately dropped to her hands and knees and crawled to the stairs to ensure nobody would see her. Heading down the stairs she thought through the route she was going to take before realizing that she hadn't checked the time before she started. She knew she had pulled up to the fort at about 10 o'clock but she was so awash in the thrill of what she was doing she didn't know how quickly she had prepared, whether she had to rush or take it slow. She squealed a little to herself as she carried on down the tower stairs. As Dixie got to the bottom of the tower, she peeked out to the courtyard, and seeing the way was clear, made a dash for the front entrance. As she approached the front entrance she heard the din of a small crowd, thinking fast she ducked into one of the small sheds near the entrance and hid among an exhibit on civil war medicine, peering out of a gap in the shed's wooden walls. She looked out in horror as she saw a crowd of twenty or so school children approaching the front gate being shepherded by a single teacher. Dixie immediately recognised the teacher as Miss Throckmorton, she had been the Grade two teacher at Fort Nimrod Elementary school for decades and was now pushing seventy. Everyone Dixie knew, her friends and her family, had once been taught by Miss Throckmorton and she still knew everyone. Dixie swore to herself, of all the days for her former teacher to plan a school trip she had to choose today. Miss Throckmorton lifted her clipboard up to her half rim glasses, and with a voice that cut through the air like a hawk began to read the register. Dixie knew it would not be long before the kids would descend on the fort, but there was only one way in and out and it was currently filled with second graders. Dixie could have found a place to hide and wait it out, but then her picture would definitely be emailed to everyone on her email list (which included Miss Throckmorton.) Eventually Dixie resigned herself to an early defeat, she would wait for the children to begin wandering the fort and when it looked like she would be seen by the fewest people she would make a run for it. At last Miss Throckmorton finished the register and let the children begin to walk the fort. Dixie had a minor stroke of luck that most children wanted to head straight to the now lit signal fire and so didn't venture towards her shed. However the biggest obstacle was that Miss Throckmorton hadn't moved. The wily teacher had realised long ago that of she stayed by the only exit, she could let the kids wander and be sure not to lose any. Dixie felt a heavy weight form deep in her stomach knowing her second grade teacher was about to see her naked. There were a couple of kids wandering the courtyard and one had stayed with Miss Throckmorton by the door and was holding her hand. Dixie was working up the courage and waiting for the optimal moment to make a dash for it, her legs were like jelly and willing herself out of the shed was an uphill struggle. Suddenly Dixie Saw the shed fill with light. She heard a little boy begin to yell and all of a sudden the decision was taken out of her hands and she found herself running. There were more kids in the courtyard than Dixie could have seen through the gap in the shed and each yell or burst of laughter cut through her like a knife. As she approached the door the world seemed to go into slow motion as Miss Throckmorton's face went from shock, to disgust and then to anger. "Young lady what on Earth do you think you are doing!" The aging teacher yelled as Dixie sprinted towards her. Under her Hillary mask Dixie's eyes filled with tears as her teacher took in the full measure of her humiliation. As she approached the door Miss Throckmorton reacted faster than any seventy year old should and was able to give Dixie one clean hard swat on her bottom with her clipboard as Dixie ran past. Once out of the fort Dixie now had to traverse the small car park and quickly find somewhere to hide and regroup, all the while the laughing and jeering of children rang in her ears. The car park quickly gave way to the High Street and Dixie did not like the idea of being naked in the busiest area of the town, and so without thinking she went to the far corner and jumped over the fence, choosing to take her chances with whatever was there over Miss Throckmorton and her class. Dixie landed with a heavier thud than she was expecting, in a garden with chairs and tables laid out all around, as well as a small children's playground. She immediately recognised the beer garden of The Rusty Spur, the only bar in town. Dixie immediately had flashbacks to the evenings she had spent in this garden, playing with other children while their parents got drunk inside. The good news for Dixie was that between 10:00 and 12:00 on a weekday the bar was not busy, the bad news is that it wasn't empty. Dixie only had a couple of seconds to catch her breath before the bar patrons had noticed her. She looked to the fence and realised that the garden was sunken into the ground, deliberately making the fence taller and unclimbable from the inside to stop patrons skipping out on the tab. This meant that Dixie's only option was to run through the bar and out the front door, her worries about the main road completely forgotten over the worries of the small group of patrons who had begun to approach her. She knew all these men, they were friends of her parents who had known her since she was a baby. However where previously they had always been courteous, now they were leering at her naked body and making moves to grab the defenceless Dixie. Luckily for Dixie they were all aging alcoholics and so she was able to run past them faster than they could react. She got into the bar and her pace slowed for a second while her eyes adjusted to the light. There were a few more patrons in here and once again Dixie had to make peace with more circles of family friends seeing her naked body. She made a run for the front door, however dread and horror washed over her as she saw the bartender get there first. With practiced efficiency he took out his keys and locked the door trapping Dixie in the bar. The bartender of the rusty spur was a similar age to Dixie. At school he thought he was God's gift to women, not noticing that the only reason the girls flirted with him was that his parents owned the bar and he had access to alcohol. Dixie shamefully remembered how she was one of those girls and that flirting with this slime ball was the worst part of getting booze. "Hey look everyone, Hillary Clinton has decided to visit our bar!" The bartender yelled in triumph, grabbing Dixie by the shoulder. Dixie instinctively grabbed the bottom of her mask, getting ready for the fight to not be exposed. However the bartender was good at reading people, and the fact that Dixie was preserving her identity, rather than covering her body, spoke volumes to him and gave him an idea. "I'll tell you what Hillary. There's only two ways I'm unlocking this door and letting you out. Either you take off that mask and show us who you really are, or I'll give you a couple of pitchers of beer, and you give all my patrons a top up from the comfort of their laps." Dixie's general distaste for the bartender moved into outright hatred as the pompous slime ball smiled smugly at his idea. Dixie knew that she would never live it down if everyone knew it was her, so her only option was to walk to the bar and wait patiently for him to pour a couple of pitchers of beer. After what seemed like forever Dixie had the two pitchers, and turned to the nearest patron. She recognised the man as Old Joe, a close friend of the family who always had the best jokes and the funniest accents. As a kid she had always enjoyed this kindly old man and his funny stories, now he sat leering and beckoning her, his erection clearly visible through his jeans. Dixie slowly lowered herself onto Old Joe's lap, she could feel the rough denim against her naked skin, his erection poking into her exposed bottom. As soon as she had sat down, Old Joe repositioned himself, forcing Dixie further onto his lap and allowing his erection to press against her exposed pussy. His arms also found themselves wrapped around the helpless naked woman, as he began to play with her breasts. Dixie was grateful for the cheers of the bar, as the covered the sound of her moaning with delight and embarrassment at the humiliation she was being put through. She poured Joe another pint, and felt his gnarled hands caress her whole body as she stood up to find the next patron. Dixie's mind was swam as she went from one randy old man to the next, none of them aware that it was Dixie, the little girl they had known since childhood, that they were now lusting over. Dixie poured every pint and felt every errand hand caressing her naked body and every erection running against her as she lowered herself onto each lap in turn. By the time she was finished her pussy was throbbing, begging for a release, but she couldn't let the bar know the effect they had had on her. "One last thing before you go Hillary!" The bartender yelled as Dixie returned to the bar. "How about a commemorative photo out front?" Before she knew it Dixie was being ushered out front by all the patrons of the bar, the bartender leading the way with his camera. Dixie burst into the sunlight and onto the High Street. The town was fairly quiet but that didn't stop the occasional passer-by from staring in disbelief at the spectacle. "Now don't forget gentlemen, if at any point Hillary doesn't do what I say, I want you to rip off her mask." The bartender yelled above the din. This managed to cut through the fog in Dixie's mind and once again the world snapped into focus. "How about we start with Hillary pointing at the bar the way a fancy showgirl would?" Dixie took a step forward, raised one hand into the air towards the bar sign while placing the other on her hips, her leg bending behind her keeping her exposed breasts prominently jutting out in front of her. The sound of clicks let Dixie know that the bartender's camera was busy capturing every moment. "That's good but the pose doesn't really show off your pussy. I know, how about you sit on the floor, with your legs spread eagle?" Dixie obeyed and opened her legs wide while the chuckling behind her continued. "You're a bit low down, I'm struggling to get you and the sign in. How about this, Joe you take her left leg, Bob you take her right, and Billy you hold her ass so she is held up with her legs wide apart. Next Ray, you get underneath her and you hold her pussy open." The formally bumbling old men became the vision of military precision as they followed the bartender's instructions to give Dixie maximum exposure as the camera continued to click away, Dixie squirmed and moaned and while then old men mistook it for resistance, it was in fact delighting in the glorious embarrassment she was going through. Eventually the bartender signalled that he was done and Dixie was put down. "Thanks for the fun, you may now go back to what you were doing. But may I point out we were honourable men who kept our pledge to not remove your mask, so if you ever want to come back and have fun with us again we'll be happy to continue to let you keep your identity a secret." Had Dixie been in her right mind she would have balked at the idea of doing this again, however at this moment she was a slave to her desires and she was genuinely considering returning one day. In a daze Dixie began walking down the High Street, purely on autopilot while her brain relived what just happened again and again. It wasn't until a passing car honked its horn the Dixie realised that she was still naked in public, and still had to press ahead to make sure the picture didn't get emailed out. As she snapped back to reality her whole body went red with embarrassment. She found herself noticing the faces of people who had stopped to stare at her exposed flesh, most of them people Dixie had knew for a long time. She decided to cover herself and began to run. Dixie sprinted as fast as her bare feet would let her, cutting down the few back alleys that Fort Nimrod had in order to lose the many passers-by who were filling her with their eyes. Eventually she found herself by the River Nimrod, she lowered herself down to the bank and snuck towards the only bridge in town. Once Dixie was under the bridge she finally felt like she was somewhere she could stop and get her bearings. She sat on the river silt, her back to the old stone bridge knowing nobody could see her but enjoying the sounds of cars and conversations passing above her. Dixie's brain, stripped of its flight reflex was free to reflect on what had happened so far, and surrendering to a desire that had built to boiling point, Dixie found her hand drifting south to give her a release she had been unknowingly craving since her clothes first went up in flames. Wave after wave of orgasmic bliss rolled over Dixie, the exposure, the humiliation, the fear, they had rolled themselves into a knot in her stomach, and as her hand furiously worked its way in and out of her pussy, the knot exploded into feelings that rocked her body. Her mind cleared by the shattering orgasm Dixie used this time to take stock of her situation. The library about half a mile from the bridge, it wouldn't take Dixie long to get there, but she didn't know how much time the distraction at the bar had wasted. She could have wasted too much time to make it or it could have seemed much longer than it had actually been, meaning that she would have to hang around the library waiting for her alarm to go off telling her it was safe. That same knot of fear and embarrassment began to form in Dixie's stomach as she willed herself to stand up. She told herself town was much quieter the other side of the river. Her naked body had been seen by just about half the town anyway so it was no big deal to cross the bridge and walk calmly to the library. She began to climb the bank before changing her mind and climbing down. Dixie re-examined what just went through her head. The river was not deep, she could have walked under the bridge, but she had resigned herself to being seen. The humiliation of what she had just been through had dulled her sense of risk, she had even thought that part of this was no big deal. At that point Dixie had an insane idea, and no amount of pleading from the rational part of her brain would dislodge it. With trembling hands, Dixie removed the Hillary Clinton mask and threw it into the river. As the mask floated away Dixie couldn't believe what she had just done, now if anyone saw her there would be no hiding her identity, she had just made this trip a hell of a lot riskier and she knew it. Forgetting about the ticking clock Dixie once again surrendered to animal instincts and pleasured herself at the thought of what lies ahead. Dixie crossed the river under the bridge and peeked out. She now had to be extra careful. Waiting for a gap in the traffic she climbed the river bank and hid behind a dumpster on the side road just off the High Street. Now that she had discarded the mask, she decided to take the risk and use only the back streets, knowing that it would add to her time but it was the best chance of making it through this without being caught. The back streets were quiet and there were plenty of dumpsters, trees and buildings for Dixie to hide behind. But as she got further from the town centre the gaps between the buildings began to get bigger. It wasn't long until Dixie found herself making the journey through long pauses to ensure the coast was clear mixed with mad dashes between whatever cover she could find. Eventually Dixie found herself within sight of the library. There was a hostel and a couple of houses between her and her goal, but she would have to do a big loop to get to the open emergency exit at the back of the building without getting so close that she connected to the WiFi too early. Dixie knew the back of the library had a small park, with enough trees and bushes for Dixie to hide in until her alarm went off. She just had to walk past the hostel, cross the road, and find a good hiding spot. Dixie skirted around to the back garden of the hostel and was about to hop the fence make a dash along the unkempt grass when she noticed something that stopped her in her tracks. The hostel had a security camera pointing squarely at the garden area. The camera was located just below where the back stoop gave way to the garden, a red light blinking above the lens. Dixie cursed herself for getting rid of the mask, the whole reason she was rushing was to prevent an embarrassing picture of her getting out, she didn't want video either. As her brain buzzed through ideas she noticed that the camera was about head high and indented into the stoop, but there was a foot high ledge just in front of it, this meant that if she walked right up to the building, even though she couldn't crawl under it, she could shimmy along the ledge with her head above the stoop. This would give the camera a great view of her naked body but keep her head out of the picture and her identity protected. But that meant walking right up to the hostel, half the workers on the Jackson Ranch were staying in hostels in the town, not to mention how her family had a working relationship with the hostel owners to advertise vacancies, the price of not being on camera was a huge risk of being seen by someone she knew. The large screen door of the back garden was wide open, letting the breeze cool the main corridor of the house, and Dixie could see the reception desk from there. The receptionist was facing the front door so wouldn't be looking, but just to her right was two screens, one showing the camera facing the front garden and the showing the camera giving Dixie so much trouble. Knowing she didn't have much time to argue inside her own head, Dixie began to sneak up to the hostel, she was very aware how visible she was until she managed to press her back to the cool plastic cladding of the outside wall. She then crawled on all fours to stay below the stoop, and reached the moment she had been dreading. She was breathing deeply and girding her loins to make the run, when she heard the receptionist say a cheerful hello. Dixie's heart stopped for a moment, only restarting when the gruff voice of a man responded, it turns out one of the guests had come down the stairs and was now talking to the receptionist. Dixie took the opportunity to step onto the ledge and shimmy across. Even moving as fast as she could the shimmy was painfully slow, she knew she had to keep her balance as if she fell off the ledge, she would be seen by the camera and the noise may even attract patrons. Another problem Dixie had was that keeping her head above the stoop meant she couldn't tell when she had passed the camera and instead she just had to go as far as she could and hope for the best. She was about ten seconds in when she overheard the receptionist cut off the conversation with a questioning "Hang on?" she shimmied faster, her bouncing breasts threatening to knock her off balance but she didn't care. Eventually she got far enough that she felt she could drop and run, and not a moment too soon as the receptionist yelled "oh my god!" and the sound of rapidly approaching footsteps filled Dixie's ears. It seemed like the whole world suddenly knew where Dixie was, she heard multiple footsteps, opening windows and yelling all converging on her direction. She managed to clear the fence and dashed round the side of the house just as she heard the receptionist yell "hey!" in a voice so clear she must have been sharing the back garden with her. Dixie no longer cared about the road and sprinted straight across it into the small park on the other side. She found a bush thick enough to hide and looked out over the road to see if she was being followed. The receptionist was outside the front of the hostel looking out of breath but she wasn't in pursuit, just stood there laughing. The park was the safest part for Dixie, the flora was thick and regular, meaning she was able to make it to the back of the library without any risk. Now all she had to do was wait for the alarm, then run inside the emergency exit and hope not to be seen on her way back to the booth. As she approached the back entrance she began to hear voices, her stomach tied itself in knots as she got closer and spotted four people stood outside the back door smoking. Dixie recognised three of them as teenage girls from the nearby school, dressed as adult as they could and rebelling through having a quick smoke round the back of the library. She could see Mary, a sister of one of her close friends, Elizabeth, the daughter of her uncle's previous wife and Charlotte, the headmistress's precious girl. The fourth person was Eduardo, a ranch worker she recognised from the Jackson Family ranch, who had bought the girls smokes in exchange for the attention of these young girls. If any of these people saw her there isn't a social circle around that wouldn't hear about it. As Dixie was biding her time she caught a whiff of smoke and realised it wasn't tobacco they were smoking, turns out Eduardo had a weed stash. As Dixie waited for the teen rebellion to clear out she felt the phone on her arm begin to vibrate. The world collapsed around her, she had ten minutes to get through that door and they four stoners had just lit up another spliff, they weren't going anywhere. Dixie's brain moved a mile a minute trying to think of a way in, the librarian was at the front and these kids were at the rear, she wasn't even sure she could make it round to the front in time. Suddenly she had an idea, it was risky but it was the only chance she had. She swallowed her fear, stood up and walked directly towards the smokers. Eduardo's eyes widened with disbelief, clocking this look the three girls immediately turned round and collapsed into a fit of giggles. "Oh my God! Dixie, why are you out here naked?" Charlotte asked, looking Dixie's body up and down. Dixie maintained an unconcerned look on her face, straining against her feelings of embarrassment. "That don't matter Charlotte." Dixie spat, cutting through the silence. "What matters is you ain't gonna tell anyone." "And why is that?" Charlotte replied, fumbling for her phone. "Because if anyone finds out about this, I'll assume you told 'em. Then your families will be finding out that you have been smoking weed" Dixie remarked, worry spread over Mary and Elizabeth's face but Charlotte didn't flinch, she had her phone upright and ready to take a picture. "Nobody will believe the naked pervert." Charlotte asserted, her phone's camera making a clicking noise to let Dixie know she had the upper hand. "You know the school's got drug testing kits thanks to your mother's constant fearmongering about drugs, and if that don't sway you. I don't need proof to fire Eduardo. You think your weed connection is going to continue to hook you up after you cost him his job." Eduardo's eyes widened, and the sound of clicking stopped coming from Charlotte's camera. "Now you're going to hand me that phone and let me delete all them pictures you took of me or you're going to be peeing in a cup tomorrow morning and Eduardo is going to be on the next bus out of Ford Nimrod." In a sulk Charlotte handed over her phone and Dixie opened up the photo album. Dixie had to hold herself back from quivering with delight at the pictures on Charlotte's phone, she could see her fear and humiliation as these people has seen her. Her nipples stiff enough to cut glass and her pussy clearly streaming. As she went through deleting the pictures she heard Charlotte mumble under her breath. "Slut." "You know what, just for that..." Dixie began, she switched the camera back on, held it close to her soaking pussy, parted her lips wide and took a picture. She then attached the picture to a text message and sent it to the barkeeper, with the text "thinking of you." "What are you doing?" Charlotte asked. "Oh you'll see. Anyway all the pictures are deleted, and if I hear a single word about this you're getting kicked out of school and poor Eduardo here is on food stamps." Dixie felt proud of herself as she walked towards the back door and the shocked kids parted to let her through. ... Dixie relaxed as she finished putting on her shoes, she had enjoyed herself but was glad she had made it through the adventure. Now decent she walked over to the librarian, eager to get some scissors and make sure the email had been sent alright. "Can I have some scissors please?" she asked the librarian. "Here you go Dixie, please don't use it to damage the books in revenge." the Librarian joked. Dixie was clearly missing something, and the librarian clocked the quizzical look on her face before pointing to a sign behind her that said. "No WiFi until Sunday. Sorry!" Dixie was so sure she was done, but now she was worrying again, she had a ticking time bomb on her phone and she would have to diffuse it before it could connect to the internet again. "Yeah sorry Dixie. If it helps we were finally able to afford to fix the barcode scanner with the money we made renting out our WiFi router. But if you still need the internet I'm sure the Rusty Spur will let you use it, I bet your phone and computer will still automatically connect." Dixie was pale from her head to her toes. She mumbled something non-committal and rushed to the stalls to free the phone from her arm. Her outbox was empty. Her sent mail had one new message in it, the one with the subject line "An Invitation." With dread she opened the attachment and her worst fears had come true, there, filling her screen was the degraded "Horse cock whore" she was hoping the town wouldn't see. She had 46 new messages in her inbox. ... Dixie's father had no idea what "hacked" meant or what "Photoshop" was but he was relieved when Dixie sent out an email explaining to everyone that it wasn't actually her in the picture. Dixie had to put up with a lot of sideways glances and taunts for a while but she played the victim hard enough that eventually people felt bad enough for her to let it be. Charlotte, Mary, Elizabeth and Eduardo all knew the truth behind the email, but they weren't going to start telling people. The Bartender at the Rusty Spur had had a hell of a day, by the end he was ordering extra-large prints of his pictures of Hillary to be displayed proudly in the bar, while he kept the other two naughty pictures he had received that day to himself, firm in the belief that all three pictures featured three different women. The only weird side effect was one morning when Dixie's dad received a phone call from Miss Throckmorton, asking if he had recently hired any workers who looked a little like Hillary Clinton. ... Epilogue. Dixie carefully cut around the bottom of her new Hillary Clinton mask, creating a hole from the nose down to the chin that made her look like a weird Democratic Batman. As she pulled the mask over her head, her hands reached down to a dog collar that she clipped over the rest of the mask pinning it to her neck. Nobody would be able to quickly rip of this mask. She opened the door of her truck and stepped into the mid-morning sun. Glancing around she saw the that Fort's car park was as empty as she had expected for just before lunch on a Tuesday and she had parked her truck in amongst a nest of trees hidden from the high street. She took off her long coat and threw it into the truck, before locking the doors and placing the key in a box she had hidden under the wheel arches. Under her coat she was as bare as she had been last time she had donned the mask, with the exception of a long bushy tail, held in place with a not inconsiderable butt plug. She took out the note she had pre-written, making extra sure it explained everything as if she was forced to talk someone might recognise her voice. Satisfied with everything she had prepared and loving the butterflies doing somersaults in her stomach she began to walk towards the Rusty Spur, ready to hand the bartender her note. "Dear patrons of the Rusty Spur. I'd like to apply for a job as a waitress, I already have my uniform and I am willing to complete any interview process you see fit. I'm afraid I can't commit to any hours so let's just say I'll occasionally be around. I'll leave you to decide what payment for this role is."

The Trip Pt. 01 byVegemiteman© Prologue Elizabeth text Jayne and told her about the night before. The comedy show, the napkin, her escapades with Stuart - just typing out what happened made her horny again. She could hear Stuart breathing next to her, snoring gently. Finishing her message to Jayne, she noticed the chocolates sitting on the table. She smiled as she realised, they were her favourite brand - Stuart really had gone all out on this surprise. She decided it was her turn to surprise him. Rolling over, she began to lightly kiss his back, causing his breathing to quicken and a small groan to escape his lips. He had always loved her kissing his back - something about a memory from long ago. Careful not to wake him fully, she hopped out of bed and went around to his side. Slowly pulling the sheet back, she saw his glorious cock was erect - he was obviously having a very nice dream. Deciding it was time for his surprise, she knelt beside the bed. She kissed high up on his thigh, causing another groan. She gently blew some air across the head of his dick, causing it to twitch in response. Stuart rolled, ending up on his back. Waiting to see if he was awake, Elizabeth stayed still, staring at his face. His breathing slowed again and she knew he was still asleep - although now on his back, his cock had grown and was pointing straight up at the roof. Smirking, she stood and bent forward. She watched his face as she lowered hers and took him in her mouth. Elizabeth sucked him gently, using her tongue on the underside of the head. She had shocked herself the night before - giving head was certainly not her favourite thing to do, however the previous night she has remembered the feeling of power it gave her to make a man, her man, cum using her mouth. It had excited her. She pulled back until it fell from her mouth but it was so hard it stayed pointing up. She ran her tongue from the base of his shaft to the head and swirled it around, causing it to twitch and getting a long moan from her husband. She again took him in her mouth, this time wrapping her hand around it too. She proceeded to suck and tug him, tongue swirling as she went. She glanced up and saw his eyes open, staring at her in disbelief. His hand slowly moved and cupped her tit, his thumb and finger gently squeezing and twisting her nipple. Elizabeth groaned on his cock and she made a snap decision - still holding his cock, she climbed on the bed and stuck her pussy right in Stuart's face. She was practically dripping she was so wet. She resumed servicing his dick until she felt his tongue on her lips - probing her opening, tasting her. She lifted her head and moaned, loudly. His hands took her by the hips and he buried his face in her snatch. He instantly went for her clit, his tongue and lips working their magic. She forgot all about his pleasure - she could vaguely feel pre-cum leaking on her hand as she slowly jerked him, pre-occupied by his mouth. She began bucking her hips backwards, encouraging him. She could feel her orgasm building but wanted something more. Turning around, Elizabeth looked down at her husband. His face was wet with her juices, again. His cock was rock hard and leaking all over her hand. She couldn't remember the last time they had fucked this much in a 24-hour period. Putting some pillows under his head, she adjusted his dick and sank herself down onto it until it filled her completely. His eyes went wide, as they always did in this position. She took hold of the bedhead and began riding him, slowly, enjoying every sensation, eyes firmly closed. He took her nipple in his mouth, causing a groan. He then gently slapped her ass and gripped it, causing more groaning. Elizabeth began bucking harder, driving down with all her weight and then lifting up until he was almost out completely, then driving back down. She picked up her pace as he worked her nipple. She began moaning louder - her sensitive nipples always quickened her orgasm. She was really riding him now, seemingly trying to drive him through the bed to the floor. She was getting close and he knew it - he began thrusting upwards as she thrust down, going deeper inside her each time. He took his hands off her ass and held them in front of him - as she bounced up and down on his cock, her erect nipples ran across his soft palms, sending pleasure waves coursing through her body. All of a sudden, her eyes flew open and she stared at him, mouth wide, as she came. She kept riding him, her breathing very laboured, her moaning loud enough for the other rooms on the same floor of the hotel to hear. Just as she began to slow down, he adjusted his hips slightly and took her nipple in his mouth again. Elizabeth was shocked as she felt another orgasm start - she had never cum twice like this before. She couldn't control herself and she yelled his name, picking up the pace again as his cock touched places it had never touched before. The look on her face was all it took and Stuart exploded inside his wife, filling her up while he gripped her hips like his life depended on it. They rode the wave together, slowing down but still thrusting, enjoy the feelings. Finally, Elizabeth collapsed on Stuart's chest, completely spent. --------------- Stuart was gobsmacked. He had experienced morning sex a lot with Elizabeth, but never like this. Out of all the things they had done together, his favourite position was still laying on his back, his wife riding him like a stallion until they came together. Elizabeth lay on his chest, panting. Her hair smelled amazing, her breath on his chest incredible. He never thought he could ever be as in love with a person as he was with his wife. He hugged her tightly, not wanting to let her go. However, they had kids at home and needed to get showered before checking out. Chapter 1 Life has a way sometimes of making your head spin. Things can be going along nicely and then life does a 180 and you are headed down a completely different path. This is what happened to Stuart and Elizabeth soon after their night away. Both of their jobs got busier - Stuart's meant interstate travel, something he had done a lot in the past but not recently, and for Elizabeth it meant longer hours. This took a toll on their household more than could have imagined. With Stuart away so often and Elizabeth working such long hours, their kids needed someone with them when their parents couldn't be and so Elizabeth's mother moved in with them for a few months. They loved having her and appreciated all her help with the kids, but it meant their sex life took a nose dive as their house was too small to really be themselves with another adult living there. This went on for a few months - their only interludes being quick hand jobs in the shower or at midnight after Elizabeth got home, exhausted. It started to impact their relationship - there were more terse words, more angry exchanges - but there was not much they could do as they both needed to work. Eventually, they caught a break - Stuart had been offered a trip overseas from his key supplier at work - he would fly out on the Wednesday and spend the Thursday in meetings but the supplier would also pay for Elizabeth to fly in and they were free to spend the Friday and weekend together. They got the time off work and decided to extend their stay - Elizabeth's mother was more than happy to see them go, she had picked up on the stress around the household lately and knew they needed it. It was also a signal that the massive deal Stuart had been working on was close to finishing and the amount of travel was about to reduce drastically. Elizabeth knew how excited Stuart was to get away - ever since the news had come, he had been extra horny. He was groping her any chance he could get - in the kitchen, the laundry, the back yard. Two days after the trip had been confirmed, he accosted her in the garage, bending her over in the boot of their SUV, tearing her pants down and pounding her from behind. It had been so long, Elizabeth almost collapsed when her orgasm hit - her legs felt like jelly and her head was spinning. Stuart roared as he exploded inside her, rope after rope splashing against her walls. When he stopped and stood back, his juices leaked all down her legs. Inside, the kids were calling for them, asking where they were. Elizabeth quickly yanked her jeans up, feeling Stuart's seed spreading across her thighs and in her underwear. They had quickly straightened themselves up and went inside. If this was the type of reaction this trip was going to cause, it was going to be an amazing time. Chapter 2 Stuart was stressed. He couldn't find his passport; he hadn't finished packing and Jayne was coming to pick them up in 30 minutes to take them to the airport. Elizabeth was her usual self - calm, collected and extremely organised. She had finished packing 2 days earlier and all her luggage had been sitting at the front door, mocking him every time he walked past. Shaking his head, he went to his office for the third time that morning to search for his passport. Just as he was on his hands and knees, looking under his desk, wondering how on earth it would have ended up there, Elizabeth walked into his office. "Baby - what on earth are you doing?" "I am looking for my god damn passport. I swear I had it in the filing cabinet but it's not there. If one of the kids have moved it..." he let his sentence trail off - why would the kids touch it? "I packed our passports into the carry-on bag last week - I told you that!" Stuart put his forehead on the floor, harder than he meant to. Taking 3 deep breaths, he stood up, rubbed his now throbbing head and walked over to his wife. He wrapped her in a massive hug and kissed her on the head. "I can never understand how I coped before I met you." Elizabeth pulled back slightly and looked up at him, a wry smile on her face. His heart leapt - even after 12 years together, she was still the most beautiful woman he had ever met. She reached up and pulled his head down, kissing his forehead gently. She raised his head back up and kissed him, passionately. Her left hand dropped down and fondled him through his shorts, breaking the kiss at the same time "Finish packing and soon we will be in paradise with nothing to do but drink and FUCK!" she whispered into his ear, causing the hairs on his neck to stand up - as well as other body parts. Soon enough, Jayne arrived to pick them up. After some tears from the kids, the car was loaded and they were off. Stuart sat in the back, allowing him to focus on some last-minute emails and phone calls he needed to finish and to allow the girls to chat. He had just finished up a call when he overheard Jayne. "...the water looks amazing! Are you going to sneak off and get some action in the water like when we went camping? I remember seeing you and Corey in the river that day - it was so hot!" Elizabeth shook her head, her face going red. "I can't believe you watched us! Did I tell you he came to my tent later that night and we fucked 3 times? God, that bloke went all night. I could barely walk the next day!" "Oh, I know - the whole camp-site heard you moaning and crying out his name" Jayne replied, a big smile on her face as she saw Elizabeth go a darker shade of red. Stuart's attention was definitely peaked. He felt bad eavesdropping but at the same time, his mind was in overdrive. The only time he could remember hearing about Elizabeth going camping with Jayne was 12 years previously - she had left the day after their first date! Stuart and Elizabeth's first date was one of the greatest days of his life - after meeting on New Year's Eve, they had caught up two days later. Meeting up in the city, what had been planned as a lunch and a movie had turned into lunch, a movie, dinner and the night spent in each other's arms, barely sleeping. The next day, Stuart had gone home and Elizabeth had gone away for 4 days with Jayne and friends, camping on a river. She had not had cell reception where she was so their communication over the 4 days had been limited to when she headed into town, usually once a day. Now he was hearing that she had been with someone else at that time also? He wasn't sure how he felt. A large part of him felt extremely turned on. A small but significant part of him felt pangs of jealously - that 4 days had been a key part of their relationship early on as they both agreed that, if Elizabeth hadn't gone away, they probably would have spent a week in bed and the relationship would have gone nowhere. Did she actually feel this way? And who was Corey? All these things were bouncing around in his head as they arrived at the airport. After collecting their luggage from the car and getting a bear hug each from Jayne, they were off to check-in. Stuart couldn't get what he overheard out of his head. Had they planned this? Was this another story like the night at the strippers - something neither Elizabeth or Jayne would confirm or deny happened still? Chapter 3 When they finally made it through the lines to the check-in counter, there was a surprise. Stuart's client had upgraded their flights, meaning they had their own "cabin" in the plane. Considering they had a very long flight, this was very welcome. It also meant they were given access to the first-class lounge - a new experience for both of them. They checked in, got their boarding passes, navigated their way through security and finally ended up in the lounge. Stuart had been in airport lounges before, so he was prepared for the experience but even he was shocked at how nice it was. Big comfy couches and chairs and instead of the normal long tables and buffets of food, there was a restaurant with a fully stocked bar - it was a great way to spend the 2 hours wait for their flight to board. They headed to a table and ordered what would be the first of many drinks on this trip. "Now this is the ONLY way we are travelling from now on!" Elizabeth said as she sipped her cocktail. She sighed and leant back in her chair, taking in the surroundings. Stuart chuckled - there was no way they could afford this unless they won the Lotto. A waitress and came and they ordered some nibbles - Stuart didn't like to eat a lot when flying and they were both too excited to be overly hungry. They sat in silence for a while, Elizabeth watching the other people in the lounge, Stuart watching Elizabeth. He was trying to work out if she knew he had heard the conversation in the car or not. "I am going to take a walk around, stretch my legs a bit." Elizabeth stood from the table, downed the last of her cocktail and gave Stuart a deep, passionate kiss. --------------- Elizabeth was fascinated by the lounge. They had private shower rooms, a great view of the tarmac and all the planes, computers for accessing the internet and a designated electronics free area for people who just wanted to relax and read or just sit quietly. She stood at the window watching the planes for a while, just contemplating life. Their lives had been crazy busy lately - work, kids, her Mum living with them. She was so excited to get away and spend some time with the man of her dreams. It was going to be great to have a break from day to day life. She was lost in her thoughts and went to turn around but caught her foot on a chair behind her. Before she could regain her balance, she started falling. Two strong arms grabbed her and pulled her in close, preventing a fall. She looked up into the face of a very attractive older man. Short dark hair, brushed with grey, intense but kind blue eyes, a tanned face with wrinkles near the eyes and mouth. He was looking at with concern. His hands gripped her arms tightly and had pulled her to his chest, holding her steady. She could feel his breath on her neck, his muscular arms around her and she felt a little light headed. The man stepped back and checked she was stable on her feet, then let her arms go. The spot where his hands had been on her arms were warm and tingly. "Are you alright Miss?" "Yes, thank you. My foot got caught." For some reason, Elizabeth didn't seem to be able to look him in the eye. She noticed she felt flush, a warm sensation seeming to run from her head to her toes. "You are quite welcome. My name is Dominick." He offered his hand. Elizabeth took his hand and shook it, feeling the rough skin and the tight grip. The warm sensation was not going away. "Elizabeth. Can I buy you a drink to say thank you? My husband and I have a table near the bar." "That's kind of you but there is no need. I couldn't stand by and let a beautiful lady fall over. Just doing my gentlemanly duty." Elizabeth blushed and looked down, unsure how to respond. The warm sensation was not going away, if anything it was getting stronger. She realised he was still holding her hand. She dropped her hand to her side and looked up. He had a wry grin on his face. Elizabeth had a feeling this was not the first time he had caused this affect on a woman and that he was well aware of it. "No please, I insist. It is the least I can do." Dominick shrugged and motioned for her to lead the way. Elizabeth turned and headed back to the table where Stuart was typing away on his tablet, brow furrowed. He looked up as they approached and stood up. "Stuart, this is Dominick. He saved my from falling over so I said we would buy him a drink." Stuart reached out his hand and shook Dominick's. Elizabeth couldn't help but notice the differences between the two. Dominick was obviously in good shape - muscular, tanned, wearing a bright coloured, brand name polo top, shorts and sandals. Stuart was in good shape but not as muscular, nowhere near as tanned and was wearing a Captain America t-shirt, old faded jeans and a pair of sneakers. Elizabeth remembered the roughness of Dominick's hands and then thought about Stuart's - soft and smooth, definitely the hands of an office worker. The warm sensation wasn't going away as she looked at the two. "What can I get you Dominick?" she asked, more to break her train of thought than anything else. "Gin and tonic on ice with a wedge of lime please Elizabeth." "Anything for you babe?" she turned to Stuart, who was looking at her with a quizzical look on his face. "Just a beer for me baby, thanks." Elizabeth walked over to the bar, aware of the heat radiating from her skin. Had Stuart picked up on something? --------------- Stuart offered Dominick a seat and sat back down in front of his tablet. He tapped the screen a couple of times and then laid it facedown on the table. He smiled at Dominick "Apologies - work never seems to stop. Last minute crisis that only I can solve, apparently." "Ahh yes, I know all about that." Dominick chuckled "What line of work are you in?" "Telecommunications. I have been finalising a major deal with a new client and have to present to them tomorrow. Then Elizabeth and I have a week to ourselves in paradise. Cannot wait." "That sounds fantastic. I am on sabbatical at the moment. I sold my company recently and have decided to spend the money wisely - alcohol and travel." "What sort of company was it?" Stuart asked, genuinely interested. Dominick was probably only 7-10 years older than he was and seemed to be living the dream. Maybe he could learn a thing or two. "IT Security. I built it from the ground up. Had it for 20 years and then an offer came I couldn't say no too. Best thing I ever did. Now I am on the board of a few companies and do some consulting work when I want too. But mostly I travel." Elizabeth returned just then with their drinks. She had gotten herself another cocktail. Both men stood when she arrived at the table. They both waited until she had sat down before returning to their own seats. --------------- The guys talked business for another few minutes before Dominick turned the conversation to them. They talked about their boys, their respective jobs and the holiday they were about to go on. Dominick explained he was headed to the same destination. They were even staying at the same resort. The conversation flowed easily - Dominick was very engaging and personable - some of his travel stories were amazing and they all got lost in the conversation. Soon an announcement went over the loudspeaker that their plane was ready to start boarding. Stuart paid the tab and they all headed down to the gate together. They were all in First Class, Stuart and Elizabeth in a cabin at the back, Dominick in his own cabin right at the front of the plane. They boarded and said their goodbyes, all promising to try and catch up again at the resort. Chapter 4 Stuart and Elizabeth boarded the plane and were very excited. The upgrade meant they had a first class cabin all to themselves - the table and couch in the room converted into a double bed, there was a sliding door that gave them complete privacy, they had a TV for watching movies, internet access - everything you could ask for on a long haul flight. The flight attendants took their baggage and stowed it for them. They settled into their seats and prepared for take-off. Stuart had his iPad out, working on his presentation. Elizabeth flicked through the entertainment options for a bit before deciding on a movie. The first few hours of the flight were mundane - Stuart was putting the final touches on his presentation, Elizabeth tried to watch a couple of movies but nothing held her attention for long. The flight attendant came around and offered them food and beverages. Elizabeth decided to have a drink and ordered a vodka and lemonade and some snacks. She laid her seat all the way back and tried to get comfortable. After a couple of drinks though, she needed to go to the bathroom, so she got up and left their cabin. She walked around first class for a bit, stretching, just trying to pass the time. She made her way up to the front of the plane and went to the bathroom. When she had finished, she was making her way back to her seat when the door to a cabin at the front of the plane opened and Dominick emerged. He had changed into sweat pants and a t-shirt. As he stood up, Elizabeth was shocked to see the outline of his cock against his pants - he was obviously not wearing any underwear. She quickly looked away but felt the warm sensation from earlier returning. They made some small talk and Elizabeth made her way back to her seat. Stuart was still working when she came back. She sat down and sighed. She was still feeling very warm and could not make the feeling go away. She fidgeted in her seat for a bit, flipped through a magazine, attempted to watch a movie or two. Stuart looked over at her "Baby, are you ok? You have not been able to sit still since you went to the bathroom." "I am ok. Just a little restless. I can't wait to land and start to relax is all" she replied, sighing again. Stuart put his iPad down and leant over to her. Taking her chin in his hand, he pulled her face to his and kissed her - softly, passionately, his tongue slowly running across her lips before pushing past and into her mouth, the tip brushing against hers. Elizabeth sighed, this time longer and out of satisfaction, not boredom. Stuart's hand went to the back of her neck and held her in place as their tongues danced. His other hand dropped to her chest and started to massage her breast, his thumb attempting to rub her nipple through her clothes. This drove Elizabeth wild - the action of his hand, the magic his tongue was working and the fact they were making out on a plane all combined to make the warm sensation she had been feeling amplify. She reached down and lifted the arm rest between their seats up and scooted closer to her husband. She dropped her hand to his lap and felt his cock through his pants - hard as iron as they continued to devour each other. Stuart's hand left her neck and dropped to her bare thigh just below the leg of her shorts. His soft hand felt like it was on fire - the heat not helping her warm sensation any. He began gently stroking her thigh, all around her knee and then slowly sliding it up under her shorts. She shifted in her seat again and opened her legs, trying to give him access. His hand stopped just short of her crotch as he pressed his mouth against her harder, squeezing her tit as he did. He removed her hand from his dick and leant back, a sigh escaping his lips now. He smiled at her - a smile akin to a predator that is playing with its prey. "Sorry baby but I need to finish this presentation. Do you want to order something to eat and drink?" Elizabeth stared at him blankly. He had just kissed her with as much passion as he had ever shown, the warm sensation had now spread all over her body and she could feel her underwear sticking to her pussy, completely soaked. Her nipples were hard under her bra and she was shaking slightly due to be so turned on - and he was asking her if she wanted something to eat or drink!! She slammed the armrest back down and pressed the call button. When the flight attendant knocked on the door, Elizabeth wrenched it open and ordered the most expensive bottle of wine on the menu. When the flight attendant returned, she poured herself a glass and proceeded to drink it like water - the whole bottle was gone in less than an hour. She put on some trashy movie with lots of buff men without shirts, laid her seat back and completely ignored her husband. Stuart finished his presentation and spent a little while browsing social media on his iPad. He knew what he had done to Elizabeth was cruel, but he also knew that he had turned on her on so much that it wouldn't take much for her to forgive him - and to maybe get a little mile high action. After she had finished her wine, he turned off his iPad and laid his seat back so they were both down and essentially in a double bed. Elizabeth had pulled a blanket over herself so Stuart slid himself closer to her, lifted it and snuggled up behind her. He placed his hand on her hip, only to have her shove it away and huff angrily, trying to move away from him as far as she could. He smiled, waited a moment then snuggled closer again, his hand rubbing the backs of her leg. He could see on the TV that the movie she was watching had her favourite eye candy actor, no shirt, currently ploughing some young blonde thing, the camera showing his naked butt and muscly back flexing as he pounded the girl into the mattress. He knew the movie - they had watched it numerous times at home and it always ended with them fucking each other silly. He rubbed his hand on her arse, squeezing her cheeks as he did so. He ran his hand up and down her arm, tracing little patterns with his fingertips. Finally, he dropped his hand and grabbed her breast again, gently kneading it. He pushed his groin, his cock semi-erect again, into her arse and after a moment, he felt her push back ever so slightly and grind against him. Stuart smiled, knowing he had her right where he wanted her. Chapter 5 Elizabeth was so turned on she couldn't think straight! The cocktails at the airport, Dominick's trouser snake, the make out session with Stuart and now her favourite scene in her favourite movie all had her so hot and bothered, she felt like she might melt. Now she had Stuart pressing his iron cock into her arse, his hands massaging her tit and his super soft lips leaving little kisses all over her shoulder. He moved his hand from her tit and placed it on her thigh, again snaking it up under her shorts. Elizabeth opened her legs, giving him access again. This time she wasn't disappointed as he lightly rubbed her pussy through her underwear, feeling how damp she was. He removed his hand and deftly undid the button and zip on her shorts - Elizabeth raised her hips and he slid them down her thighs, past her knees. Once she was settled again, his hand was straight back on her pussy, massaging. Elizabeth moaned - she felt like there was lava between her legs. She rolled over onto her back and their mouths were instantly on each other again. Tongues whirling, Stuart slipped his fingers inside Elizabeth's panties and found exactly how wet she was. He slowly ran his fingers up and down her lips, causing an extremely loud and long moan to escape her into his mouth. Her hands flew to his shorts, rubbing his length. He shifted and broke their kiss, looking deep into her eyes. "No, no - this is all about you, not me! You were the one who was bored!" With that, his finger flicked her clit for the first time, causing her to arch her back in pleasure and moan again. He kissed her lips again and then started kissing down her body. He paused at her collarbone, tracing his tongue along the bone. He kissed her tits through her top, using his teeth to tease her nipples through the fabric. He kissed her stomach, little butterfly kisses all over. His fingers were still working magic in her underwear - he thrust two fingers into her sopping pussy and was pumping her while using his thumb on her clit. She could feel herself getting closer and closer to the peak - she happened to glance at the TV and saw a close up of her eye candy on screen, bare chested, sitting up on the bed and slamming himself into his blonde partner. That image combined with her husband's actions sent a pulse of pleasure through her body - she was very close now! Stuart was shocked at how wet his wife was. His fingers were soaked in her juices as he plunged them into her, curling them, searching for her g-spot. His thumb was working on her clit, brushing it, alternating between soft and firm touches. He could tell she was very close - her breathing had quickened, her face was red and her thighs were tensed - all signs she was about to explode. He grabbed a pillow with his other hand and tossed it to her - she would alert the whole plane to their activities if she wasn't careful. He watched her clamp the pillow over her face and then took her clit in his mouth - pursing it between his lips and holding it there while the tip of his tongue flicked it. That was all she needed. Her thighs and her pussy both clamped down simultaneously. He kept the pressure on her clit but stopped flicking it, knowing how sensitive she was in this moment. However, his fingers kept working inside her, curling and plunging - made harder by how hard her muscles were contracting. Her hand that wasn't holding the pillow went to the back of his head and grabbed his hair, forcing his face into her. She bucked her hips against his face and fingers, riding the wave. After what felt like an eternity, Elizabeth's orgasm finally subsided. She let go of Stuart's hair and felt like melting into the seat - she was exhausted and that had been huge. She hoped the pillow had muffled enough of her screams. Stuart still had his fingers inside her, slowly pumping away. As nice as it felt, she needed a rest. She grabbed his wrist and pushed his hand away. He sat back up on his seat and kissed her cheek, whispering in her ear "I hope that cured your boredom." She laughed and pushed him away. She reached for his cock and again he stopped her. Puzzled, she looked at him. "I want to wait for my turn. I want you on the beach, in the water. I want to bury my cock in you and pound you while the people on the beach have no idea. I want the waves crashing against your back to drive me deeper inside you. I want people to see you cum while you ride me!" Elizabeth was shocked - Stuart had never told her about any beach fantasy. Her thoughts drifted back to her conversation with Jayne in the car, about camping and Corey. Her body gave a shiver - that had been a crazy week. Elizabeth had met Stuart on the Monday, which was New Year's Eve. They had met up again on the Wednesday and did the normal first date activities - lunch, a movie, dinner. When the date was coming to an end, she decided she didn't want to leave him yet so she invited him back to her place. They ended up fucking all night. The next day, Stuart had gone home and Elizabeth went camping with Jayne. It was an annual tradition for Jayne and a bunch of her friends - she had been asking Elizabeth every year for as long as she could remember and she finally gave in and said yes. She almost cancelled during her date with Stuart but decided against it. She drove the 3 hours to the riverside campsite and had met Jayne. The first day was spent drinking and lounging in the river - it was wonderful. She spilled all the juicy details to Jayne about Stuart. Being out of cell reception meant that when they went into town on a supply run, everyone's phone would start to ding - messages, missed calls etc. On the second day, Elizabeth went into town and had a message from Stuart. He told her how much he enjoyed their date, how easy she was to talk too and that he couldn't wait to see her again when she got back. This made Elizabeth smile - she felt the same way. She had dated other guys, had relationships, been engaged but none of those men were as easy to be around as Stuart. They messaged for a little while and then she headed back to camp. When she got back - there was Corey. Chapter 6 Corey was a friend of Jayne's; they had been friends since school. While they were not overly close, they had lots of friends in common so they ended up at a lot of the same parties and trips away. Having know Jayne for almost 10 years at this point, Elizabeth had met Corey a long time ago. Early on, they had been drawn to each other. Corey was a couple of years older than Elizabeth and seemed to just draw her in. Their first "encounter" had been at a party - both drunk, they had spent a lot of the night talking and flirting and had ended up making out in Corey's car. After that, each time they saw each other, they ended up getting physical. Elizabeth remembered the time she had given him a blowjob out the back of the hall where Jayne had her 21st birthday party. At Elizabeth's 21st, Corey had shown up late, drove Elizabeth home and they had fucked in the back seat of his car. Whenever she was in between relationships, Corey always seemed to appear and then invariably ended up getting together. Part of her wondered if Jayne was doing it on purpose. Part of her didn't care because the guy was a stud in bed. The things he did to her, the way he made her feel was like none other. He touched places in her that no one before had ever touched. He was a confirmed bachelor however - never wanting to be tied down. Elizabeth was happy for that though, as she could never imagine herself in a relationship with him. When they arrived back at camp, Corey was sitting in Elizabeth's camping chair, lazily sipping on a beer. Jayne ran over and said hello and gave him a hug - Elizabeth watched as he patted her on the arse, his eyes never leaving Elizabeth's. He strolled over to her and said hello, kissing her gently on the cheek, brushing his hand along her bare arm as he did. Elizabeth shuddered involuntarily, her whole body going warm. The whole group cooked lunch on the fire and then decided to go swimming in the river. The whole group, all 15 people, were swimming around. Eskys on the riverbank held everyone's drinks and everybody was having a good time. A few of them had pool toys to float on and at one stage, Elizabeth and Jayne were floating on one each, talking and drinking. Some of the guys were wrestling, dunking each other under the water - just being goofy. All of a sudden, Elizabeth's pool toy was tipped on its side, sending her crashing into the water. The suddenness of it and the amount of alcohol she had consumed made her struggle to get to the surface. Two strong hands appeared on her hips and she was hoisted above the surface. When she finally stopped coughing and could open her eyes, she realised it was Corey holding her up. He smiled and pulled her closer, leaning back in the water slightly until her legs were around his hips. He put both his hands on her arse and pulled her closer, squeezing her cheeks. Elizabeth glared at him but as soon as he smirked at her, she couldn't resist him. He leant in and they started kissing, tongues going crazy. The rest of the group kept swimming but Corey led her to the bank and out of the water. He took her hand and they walked a few meters into the bush before he pushed her against a tree and kissed her again, HARD. He ground his cock into her belly, groaning into her mouth as he did so. His hands were all over her tits, trying to get them out of her top. He finally succeeded and dropped his head, taking her nipple in his mouth. She held the back of his head in place as his tongue worked her sensitive nubs. His hands found the waistband of her shorts and worked inside - even after swimming, Elizabeth knew she was wet for a whole different reason. As he slid his hand over her mound, he gently bit her nipple, sending a wave of pleasure through her. Then his finger found her clit and went to work. She reached down and rubbed his cock through his shorts - she wanted to make him cum because he was certainly about to do that to her. They continued in this way - Corey sucking on her nipples and fingering her, Elizabeth working his impressive length. She leant down and told him she was getting close and all of a sudden, he stopped. He stood back spun her around away from the tree and stood behind her. His left hand went to her left tit, squeezing, massaging the nipple. His right hand went back in her shorts, straight back to her clit. He crouched slightly and started rubbing his dick into her arse cheek. As he did this, he whispered in her ear. "I am gonna make you cum, in front of everyone. Look at them, just over there. Do you think they see you? Do you think they see you with your tits out, getting fingerbanged on the side of the river? Do you want them to watch you cum?" Elizabeth had never been so turned on. She had never been one for exhibitionism. She had sex with guys while other people were in the house or in the next room, but never out in the open where everyone could see! The closest she had come was giving a guy a blowjob in an alleyway, but that was after midnight and it was pitch black. Here she was, the middle of a hot summer afternoon, 15 people a stone throw away and she felt like she was about to explode! Corey kissed her shoulder one last time and she orgasmed, her legs going to jelly, her stomach clenched, trying to hold herself upright as she stared at her friends mere meters away. Corey took her weight, holding her in position while she finished. After a few moments, she composed herself and got dressed. Corey kissed her again and said "I will see you tonight, buttercup" and walked back to the river, adjusting his erection as he went. All Elizabeth could think about the rest of the day was Corey and what had happened. She felt flush the rest of the day and kind of nervous. She knew he would come to her tent that night and she wasn't sure how she felt about that. The group had some dinner, some more drinks and finally everyone started heading off to their tents for sleep. Elizabeth said goodnight when Jayne, Corey and 3 others were still around the fire. She stripped down to her bra and underwear and climbed into her sleeping bag, not zipping it up as it was still quite warm. She laid there for what felt like hours, slowly drifting off until she heard the zip to her tent being cautiously opened. She saw it was Corey and closed her eyes, pretending to sleep but shaking in anticipation. Corey came in the tent and closed the opening behind him. She heard some rustling then felt him climb under the sleeping bag with her. He spooned her, his cock already erect and pushing into her arse. His hands went to work quickly, undoing her bra and sliding underneath to once again feel her generous tits. He began grinding into her, slowly but gradually increasing his pace. He slipped her underwear down and she lifted her hips to allow them to be removed - they both knew she was faking being asleep and she needed him badly. Once her underwear was off, Corey lifted her top leg, opening her wide. He took his cock and rubbed it at her entrance, causing her to moan. He then shifted his hips, plunging all the way in first try. Elizabeth had not recovered from her earlier orgasm - she had been soaked all day, so he slid right in. She cried out - his cock was so long. He began pumping her - this time was all about him. She slammed her from behind, gaining pace as he got closer. She felt his cock get thicker, a sure sign he was about to cum and this drove her over the edge. She cried out as her second orgasm of the day hit her, just as Corey exploded inside her, filling her with a warm sensation. He kept pounding her until finally, he dropped her leg and rolled back, exhausted. Elizabeth felt him leaking out of her and didn't care - what had just happened was raw, animalistic even. She laid there, on her side, panting - his cum oozing out across her thighs. They fell asleep that way, spooning. During the night, they had fucked again twice - once when Elizabeth woke, looked over and in the dim light saw his naked body, cock pointing towards her, resting on his leg. She wanked him until he woke up and she fucked him, riding him until she came. The third time was just before dawn - this time he woke her, and he fucked her doggy style and this time came on her back. They slept again and awoke mid-morning. Everyone was already awake and in the river. They quickly showered and cleaned up and when Jayne asked if anyone wanted to go into town for supplies, Elizabeth volunteered. She drove into town, feeling very sore but on top of the world. When she came in range, her phone starting pinging. Once she stopped, she looked at the messages. Stuart had been texting her all night, apparently while out drinking with some mates. The messages started off sweet, telling her ideas he had for their next date. Then there was a video message - two of Stuart's mates had taken his phone and recorded a funny but vulgar message for her, serenading her to the tune of a popular song, changing the name to hers. At the end of the message, Stuart appeared and apologised. Finally, there was another message, apologising again and explaining his mates had gotten annoyed with him as all he had spoken about was her all night. Her heart sank - here was this great guy - a guy who, if she was really honest with herself, she could probably see a future with, and while he was talking about her non-stop to his mates, she was getting fucked like an animal by someone she never really thought about other than when she saw him. What was she going to do? Did she just want the sex with Corey or did she really believe there was something there with Stuart, who also happened to be absolutely incredible in bed and if so, what did that mean for the rest of the trip? She went and grabbed the supplies and a hot chocolate, sitting in the café thinking. Finally, while looking at the ideas Stuart had for their second date, she made up her mind. She messaged Stuart back, telling him she couldn't wait to see him and that his ideas sounded great but as long as the date ended up in bed with him, she would be happy. She snuck into the bathroom and took a photo of her tits, telling him she longed to have his mouth on them again. She left town smiling, knowing she had made the right decision. When she got back to camp, she took Corey aside and told him that the night before was great, but that she was seeing someone back home and it couldn't happen again. Chapter 7 Elizabeth looked over at Stuart. He had his eyemask on, sleeping. They were about halfway through the flight. She thought about how she felt when she had made the decision that day. She thought about how her life had changed because of it - a wonderful husband, two fantastic kids, a life she never would have dreamed of. She did feel guilty for not telling Stuart about Corey, but the jealousy he had shown early on in their relationship about her past reinforced the fact she had made the right decision. She turned off the TV and snuggled up behind him. As she wrapped her hand around his chest, he took her hand and kissed it. Elizabeth knew one thing - she was going to make this holiday the best he ever had! They fell asleep together. After waking up and having some breakfast, they prepared for landing. Once the plane landed, the flight attendants got them their bags and thanked them for flying with them. As they collected their baggage from the carousel, they bumped into Dominick again. He mentioned he was going to get a cab to the resort, but Stuart insisted he accompany them in the town car his client had organised for him and Elizabeth. They made their way over to the driver holding a sign with their name on it. He took their bags, loaded up the car. Due to the extra passenger and his baggage, the three of them had to squeeze into the backseat. Elizabeth sat in between the two men, trying as hard as she could to lean into Stuart and not Dominick. The driver was a friendly local, very chatty. He told them all about the island, how many people lived there, the best places to visit. The island was small but due to local traffic, the drive took longer than any of them would have guessed. As they all chatted, Elizabeth was keenly aware of her proximity to Dominick. Even though he had changed out of his sweat pants and back into a polo shirt and shorts combination, she couldn't help but glance at his crotch every so often, remembering what she had seen on the plane. Her body had the warm sensation again and Stuart wasn't helping by resting his hand on her knee and running his hand up and down her thigh. Her mind started wandering. Dominick's hand was on one leg, Stuart's on the other. They both started rubbing her legs, starting at the knee and working higher up her leg. Stuart leaned over and started kissing her neck, just below her ear. Dominick shifted in his seat, turning slightly toward her. He placed his left arm on the back of the seat and placed his right hand on her knee, resuming the rubbing. As Stuart continued to kiss, and nibble, her neck, Dominick's hand started working higher, under her shorts leg. His smell was intoxicating as he leant into her. She felt herself opening her legs, allowing him more freedom to move his hand. Stuart meanwhile had his hand down her top, playing with her tit, still kissing her neck. Elizabeth gasped as Dominick's hand touched the front of her underwear, rubbing softly. She turned her head to look at him and found him staring at her intently. His eyes felt like they were looking into her soul. They were so blue, so dreamy. He continued to stare at her as his fingers pushed her underwear to the side and his bare fingers touched her pussy lips, rubbing the wetness up and down. Elizabeth's breathing was starting to become laboured. She felt him spread her lips slightly and start to finger her entrance, placing just the tip of his finger in and withdrawing it again. Each time he entered her again, his finger went deeper and deeper. The rough skin felt amazing on her soft insides. He increased his pace and then added a second finger. Elizabeth threw her head back in ecstasy - the feeling of Dominick's fingers and Stuart's lips on her at the same time was incredible. Stuart had worked his way into the cup of her bra - fingers working on her nipples. His lips were all over her neck and cheek. He took her left hand and drew it to his lap, placing it on his cock. It was hard as rock and throbbing. She began to rub it through his pants, causing her husband to groan in her ear. She made a snap decision and dropped her right hand into Dominick's lap. She was shocked to find his cock was already out of his shorts. He looked over and watched it throb as it pointed at the roof of the car. The head was a deep purple, some pre-cum leaking from the opening. She slowly raised her hand and wrapped her fingers around it, shocked at the sheer girth. Dominick moaned, plunging his fingers as deep as the angle would allow. He then used this thumb to flick her clit. Elizabeth jumped like she had been electrocuted. She looked around, confused. Stuart had his iPad out and was typing away. Dominick was looking out the window, admiring the scenery. The driver had his window down, talking to another driver in the car beside them. Realising she had been day-dreaming, Elizabeth sat up a bit straighter - her panties were soaked and the warm sensation was stronger than ever. The driver finished his conversation and the car started moving again. They turned a few more corners and then they arrived at the resort. They pulled into the driveway and the concierge came and opened the door for them. They took their bags from the driver and walked into the lobby. Stuart shook Dominick's hand and told him to look for them at the bar over the next few days and that he would love to have a beer. Dominick agreed and turned to Elizabeth. He leant forward and his lips brushed her cheek. He said it was lovely to meet them and he would buy them that drink to say thanks for the lift. As he walked away, there was a shriek from behind them "LIZZIE!!"

Sharing Our Fantasies by DossoDossi© Introducing Myself: This is my first story and I plan to add more stories building on this. If you have read a submission of mine, skip to the story. Otherwise, take a second to meet my girlfriend and me. My girlfriend's name is Gabe, short for Gabrielle, and we have been together for five years. We started dating in high school and have made it through a medium distance relationship while attending college. We are deeply in love and plan to spend the rest of our lives together. She has been my only partner and vice versa. This sometimes leads to discontent in a couple's sex life. This is not the case for us. We have managed to keep our sex life alive and exciting. One way we do this is by sharing fantasies and sometimes living them out. Our greatest asset is trust. We both know how in love we are with each other and that we will forever be happy with each other. No matter what she tells me about her fantasies, I know she is only in love with me. ----------------------------------------- Gabe and I started sharing fantasies with each other a few years ago. The way we discovered this common interest is a story in itself. It started when we were on spring break in Daytona Beach, Florida. We were both nineteen years old at the time and had been together for two years. We were in love, but we were young and inexperienced. We had sex often but did not truly understand the depths of our sexuality. We are both very fit individuals due to high school athletics, and we consider ourselves an attractive couple. The best word to describe Gabe is petite. She is five feet, six inches tall, beautiful blonde hair, and slim in a very sexy way. She has small but very perky A-cup breasts and an extremely tight midsection. Her best assets are on her bottom half. Simply put, her ass is amazing. It sticks out just enough and has a wonderful curve no matter what she wears. She has a completely shaved pussy that is very tight and has an incredible taste. Her skin is also incredibly smooth with a perfect tan. Daytona Beach is known for its college spring breaks and we were planning on enjoying the atmosphere. When we arrived, we unpacked in our room and decided to head straight to the beach for some relaxation. I threw on my suit quickly so I could watch Gabe change into her bikini. Gabe is somewhere in between modesty and risqué, flirting with both sides in a sexy way. She knows she is attractive but doesn't yet know she is sexy. She caught on to my plan but doesn't want me to know she knows. She wanders around the room awhile and pretends to check the place out while slowing undoing her shorts. When she gets the buttons undone she faces away from me and shakes her ass while slipping out of the shorts. When they are half way down her butt, I can make out her little thong peaking between her cheeks. She pauses and teases me until I finally say something. "You do know what you're doing to me, right?" I ask. She tries to act innocent as if her tease was just an accident, "What? What do you mean?" She can't keep her straight face any longer and she cracks the cutest little smile. "Get over here you sexy little thing" I tell her, and she slips her shorts the rest of the way off and slowly walks towards me. As she walks closer she continues to tease, pulling down her thong just above her slit and pulling up her shirt to show her tight stomach. "Lay down baby," she says to me. "Was I turning you on?" "Of course you were babe, look at you. You are so sexy." I say, as I lay back on the bed. "Oh please, I am not sexy" she says, blushing just a little. "Are you kidding?" I protest, "Any guy here would think you are sexy." "That is not true," she claims, but I could tell she liked the thought of that. She finally reached me and straddled my stomach. As I looked up at my beautiful girlfriend, I said, "We will see Gabe, we will see." I pulled her down on top of me and we kissed passionately as I ran my hands over her bare ass. She felt so smooth under my touch and I just couldn't get enough. She sat back up and took off her shirt. I sat up to meet her and we kissed again as I undid her bra strap and it fell down her shoulders, exposing her cute little tits and quarter sized nipples, which her hard by now. I kissed her neck as I fondled her breasts making her moan as she closed her eyes. She ran her hands down my bare back digging her nails in just a little. She pushed me back down on my back and went for the strings of my suit. When she had it loose enough she slid it down my legs and let my hard on free. I wouldn't consider myself huge but I have plenty of cock to work with. Gabe started tickling the head of my penis with her tongue as she used her hands to fondle my balls. "Do you really think other people think I'm sexy?" She asked. "Hell ya I do babe. Why? Do you like that?" I responded. She looked up at me and put as much of my cock in her mouth as can fit. When she came back up for air she told me with a little giggle, "Ya I do." And then continued to suck my dick. She looked so cute as she bobbed up and down on my pole. After a few minutes I felt myself preparing to cum. "Oh I'm gonna cum baby!" I moaned. She continued to suck hard on my cock and took in as much as she could. I finally exploded in her mouth while she kept as much cum as possible in her mouth. Just a little white sperm leaked out onto her chin as I emptied myself into her mouth. At this point in our relationship she didn't like to swallow so she grabbed a near by garbage and spit my spunk into it. When she was done with this, she looked at me and smiled and I gave her a smile back, showing that I was content. "Well let's go to the beach," she said with a smile, not giving me any time to recover. She pulled her suit out and began to put it on. Her bikini fit her personality perfectly. It wasn't quite a thong but showed off plenty of her gorgeous ass and stomach, while the top showed a fair amount of her perky breasts. When we were both ready she pulled on a skirt over her bikini top and we headed down to the beach. The beach was crowded with college age students drinking beer and having a good time. We found a nice spot to sit and laid out some blankets. When we got settled into our spots I offered to find us some drinks. She said she wanted some so I found a random guy with a cooler and bough a few beers off him. As I started walking back to Gabe a noticed a couple college aged guys approach her. I couldn't hear what they were talking about but Gabe pointed over to me and smiled. The guys looked disappointed but smiled and went on there way. When I got back to Gabe I handed her a beer and said, "What did those guys want?" "Oh nothing," she responded. "Ya right, tell me what they said." "Fine, as long as you promise not to get mad." "Of course I won't get mad," I assured her. "Fine, they asked me to flash them my boobs," she said embarrassed. "Well why didn't you?" I asked. "Because you were right there," she said laughing. "Would you have done it if I wasn't right there?" I asked. "No probably not. I don't have any boobs," she said in a half joking, half serious way. "Oh ya?" I said, "Then why did they want to see them?" "I don't know, cause they were drunk?" She responded. "I told you people think your sexy." She didn't say anything else about it as she lied down on her towel to work on her tan. As she lied there I surveyed the beach and noticed plenty of fairly attractive women wearing tiny bikinis. I even saw a few girls flashing random groups of guys, and I knew spring break was on. I put my sunglasses on and laid back on my elbows and watched people as they walked by us. The guys who walked by either thought I wasn't watching or just didn't care cause every head would turn as they walked past my girlfriend. I even got a few thumbs up from a couple guys. After about an hour at the beach, we decided to head back to our hotel room before going out for dinner and nightlife. We got back to our room and crashed right away, exhausted from the travel and the sun. We woke up a couple hours later and started getting ready for our night out. Like any other girl, Gabe tried on several outfits before she decided on one. I must admit I didn't mind watching my girlfriend model all her sexy outfits for me. She finally decided on a short denim skirt, a black tube top, and underneath a push up bra and a little black see through g-string. I knew this was going to be a good night. We left the hotel and took a cab to a fairly nice restaurant. I caught our cab driver a few times looking in the rear view mirror at Gabe, who of course didn't notice. He definitely liked her sexy outfit and her tight body. This was confirmed to me when we arrived at the restaurant and he rushed out to open the door for Gabe. I'm sure he got a nice view of her tanned legs and maybe even a glimpse of her panty covered pussy. I exited the cab, paid the driver, and said thank you. To which he responded with a big smile and said, "No, thank you!" Gabe heard this and as the cab drove away she said, "He was awfully happy, how much did you tip him?" "I'm not sure it was MY tip that he was thankful for." "What do you mean?" she asked. "Why do you think he rushed to open the door for you?" "Oh come on, he was just a nice guy." "You don't think the fact that your wearing a short skirt had anything to with it?" I said. This definitely got her thinking about just how much skin she had shown to the cabbie. Finally she just said, "Whatever," and we continued into the restaurant. Dinner was uneventful and we finished our meals and paid the bill and decided to head to a bar/club. When we arrived, the dance floor was packed and we found a table to sit at. I used my fake ID to get us a few drinks and brought them back to our table. Again, Gabe was getting plenty of looks from the guys. We finished a couple of drinks and started loosening up a bit. We decided to head to the dance floor. We had to work our way through crowds of people to find a decent place to stand. We made it to an area of the bar that was raised about four feet and overlooked the dance floor. Gabe stood against the rail, looking at the floor and I stood behind. I wrapped my arms around her and we started moving to the music. I let my hands explore the front of her body and she reached behind me and grabbed the back of my head, pulling it down to rest on her shoulder. "I think I got grabbed about twenty times when we were walking through the crowd," Gabe told me. "Ya I kinda figured that would happen. I told you guys think you're sexy," I said. "Where did they touch you?" "My boobs, my ass, my legs, one guy even reached under my skirt and touched my bare ass," she explained. I started getting a hard on thinking about my girlfriend getting touched like. Gabe must have noticed because she asked, "What? Does that turn you on?" "Ya, it's a weird feeling, but it does. It's a mix of jealousy but I know I'm the one who gets to take you home tonight," I explained. "Well just so you know, the guy down there is feeling the inside of my thigh right now." I looked down to the dance floor and noticed a group of a few guys staring at us. I don't know if it was the alcohol or what, but it took me a second to realize that all these guys had a perfect view up my girlfriend's short skirt. I looked down directly in front of us and saw the guy that was touching Gabe. He was a good looking college aged student. He looked really nervous and I could tell it was probably a dare because his groups of friends was watching and egging him on. "What do you want me to do babe? I will tell him to stop of you want me to," I said to her. "Its up to you," she answered, "he looks innocent and I don't think he is gonna try to hurt me." "Well is it turning you on as much as it's turning me on?" I asked my girlfriend. She moaned a little and said, "Ya it is, my pussy is getting so wet." "My cock is getting rock hard too. I hope he is enjoying this as much as we are." We decided to let this stranger continue to feel my girlfriend up. We continued dancing to the music and grinding into each other. My hands were all over her covered breasts and she had reached her hands behind her butt and started playing with my hard cock. "Where is his hand now?" I asked "Its under my skirt on the inside of my thigh. He stopped moving it. I think he's scared to touch my pussy." "Do you want him to touch your pussy?" I asked. "Oh yes baby, I do so bad. I'm so horny. I need my pussy touched." I looked over the railing at the guy who was feeling my girlfriend and tried to make eye contact. He must have been really nervous because he wasn't even looking in our direction. Finally, our eyes met and he was startled by it. I gave him a smile and a thumbs-up, giving him the "ok" to finger my girlfriend. I nestled up against Gabe's neck and whispered into her ear that I told him it was ok. My heart was racing, I couldn't believe I was letting a stranger touch my girlfriend's pussy. "What's going on babe?" I asked her. "He's rubbing my pussy through my panties. I'm so wet baby." "Is he making you feel good?" I asked. "Oh ya, it feels so good. I want his fingers inside me." "Tell me everything that happens Gabe, I'm getting so horny" "Ok, his hand is under my panties and he is rubbing my bare pussy. I have never been this wet before. I'm going to spread my legs more to open me up. Oh fuck his hand feels so good. He is rubbing my clit and tickling the opening of my pussy. Oh god he is starting to go inside. Oooooooh fuuuuck. He has one finger in me and is rubbing my clit with my thumb. He's gonna make me cum baby." I could not believe what was happening. This stranger was fingering my girlfriend and she was loving it. The feelings it was giving me were a mix of jealously and pure lust. I don't know how I kept myself from cumming right on the spot. She continued to give me the play by play, "He's trying to take my panties off. Oh I need them off, I need more fingers in me." He must have reached up over her pussy and grabbed the waist band of her thong because I could see her panties start to slip down her legs. She shook herself a little to let them fall to her ankles and then stepped out of them. I saw the stranger pick up my girlfriend's thong and show it to his buddies. They also couldn't believe what was happening and started watching even more intently. When the stranger started going back to work on my girlfriend, two other hands reached up and started feeling her legs and ass. It was two of the guy's buddies! "What's going on babe?" I asked. "The one guy is fingering my pussy and the other two are feeling my ass. This feels so incredible. I can't believe this is happening. He has two fingers in my pussy now. I am dripping all over the place. Oh fuck he's gonna make me cum. Ooooooh!" At this point Gabe started bucking her hips against their fingers and it was obvious she was close to cumming. I moved my hands to the top of her tube top and slid it down over the top of her little tits. This got a cheer from the crowd as Gabe's tits were fully exposed. I rubbed her breasts and rock hard little nipples as the strangers continued on her pussy. "Talk to me while you cum Gabe, I want to hear what's going on." "Oh baby there are three fingers in my pussy. One guy has two fingers inside me and another guy has one. The other guy is rubbing my asshole. Oh fuck this feels soooo gooood. I'm gonna cum right noooow. Ooooooh I'm cummmmming." She shook and humped her hips wildly until she slowly came to a stop as she was breathing heavily. I looked down at our audience and saw one guy put his fingers his mouth and suck my girlfriend's juices off his hand. One of the guys that didn't get to touch was smelling her thong, and they all had the biggest smiles on their faces. I gave them a smile back and mouthed the words "thank you" to them. They looked back up at me and smiled and walked off into the crowd. I slipped her top back up over het tits. "Baby I'm tired, let's go back to our hotel," Gabe said between her heavy breathing. When we got back to our room we got into bed and I told her how horny that had made me. We explained to each other that neither of us could believe how good it felt or that it actually happened. Gabe wanted to make sure I wasn't mad or that this would change our relationship for the worse. I told her that I was incredibly turned on by the whole experience and that I was totally ok with it. She agreed with me and said that as long as I was ok with it, she was too. She reached down and grabbed my still rock hard cock. "Are you ready for more?" I asked her. "I'm ready for you babe, nothing compares to your touch and having you inside of me." With that I slowly slid my throbbing hard on into her soaking wet pussy. I continued to slowly fuck my girlfriend until we both needed to cum again. "Oh fuck me harder," she panted. I listened to her and started thrusting my cock harder and deeper into her pussy. When we were finally ready to cum, we had simultaneous orgasms. Gabe covered her face with a pillow to muffle her loud moans. I unloaded stream after stream of cum into her tight, wet pussy. When the orgasms were finally over we embraced each other and drifted off into sleep. What a day. Sharing Our Fantasies Ch. 02 After our adventures in Daytona Beach, Gabe and I were getting more and more enthralled with exhibitionism. We would create situations where Gabe would give an "accidental" flash to some lucky guys. She was still a little self-conscious of her small breasts but she realized any guys would still love to look. Both of our favorite was for her to wear a short skirt with a skimpy thong or sometimes even with no panties at all. I loved her shaved pussy so much and she knew it was sexy too. Several guys had gotten nice glimpses of her tight little butt and pussy under her short skirts. It always brought us back to that club in Daytona when those three guys got to finger my girlfriend and dozens of others got to see her shaved pussy. Up to this point we had always done her flashing together. I was her security blanket. It made me feel better about it too because we were sharing the thrill and it turned us both on. That brings us to her next spring break trip. Our colleges had different breaks so we couldn't take a trip together. I had always wanted a repeat of our trip to Daytona and was disappointed it wouldn't happen this year. This year Gabe was going to Cancun with a few of her girlfriends from college. I was understandably nervous for her trip but not because I didn't trust her. I was nervous because I know how many horny college guys would be there ogling my girlfriend. I decided I would talk to Gabe about my worries and see what she thought about it. I brought it up over dinner about a week before she would leave for Mexico. "You excited for spring break babe?" I asked. "Very!" she answered. "I can't wait to be in the sun, on the beach, by the ocean. I bet you're jealous." "Ya I'm jealous of the guys down there who get to see you all day in your bikini." "Oh please, no one will be looking at me, especially with all the other 'girls gone wild' type girls there." "You know they will be looking at you too," I retorted, "you remember Daytona. Those guys seemed to like you a lot." "Ya, but we were all drunk and we helped it happen. It won't be like that this time." "Do you want it to be like last time?" I asked. "Well it would be weird doing it without you there; I wouldn't want anyone touching me when we aren't together." She answered. "Well it doesn't have to go that far this time. You can show off without anyone getting to touch. I trust you." "Are you sure you would be ok with that?" she asked me. "Ya I'm ok with it. I want you to have fun and enjoy yourself." I explained. "Just make sure you know where to draw the line and tell me about any exhibiting you do." "Well of course I will do that honey! I want us to still be able to share this with each other." The following week seemed to draw on forever while Gabe started gathering all the things she would pack. She had all her short skirts and sexy panties, just thongs. That right there told me she was excited about possibly showing off in front of all those drunk dudes. Curiously, I didn't see any swim suits laid out with the rest of her stuff. I asked her about the lack of suits and she mentioned she wanted to get a new one just for the trip. "What kind do you have in mind?" I asked her. "I was hoping we could pick one out together." She answered. I liked this idea. This way I would know what suit she was wearing and I would be able to get a nice idea of what the guys on the beach would be seeing. A couple days before she left we headed to the mall to find Gabe a suit. The first store we went into had the basic, fairly conservative, two piece bikinis. Gabe had picked out a couple of her favorites and asked me what I though of them. "Well, these aren't exactly the style I had in mind." "Show me what you had in mind." I took her to a different store that I knew had some more risqué stuff. As soon as we walked in she seemed surprised this was the kind of stuff I wanted her to wear without me. "Are you sure you want everyone to see me in these skimpy bikinis?" "Yes, I'm positive." I answered. "But if you don't want to, obviously you don't have to." "I want to. I just never thought you would be ok with it." "As long as you remember what I said earlier about limits and telling me everything, I am more than ok with it." We each picked out a couple of our favorites. It was comforting to know we were on the same page, and we could both tell by the kinds of suits we were picking out. We both wanted something classy but still provocative. We made sure to stay away from the ultra-skimpy and trashy ones. Gabe settled on two that she would wear in Cancun. They were both thong bottoms. They are meant to be low-rise on the hips. The tops were pretty basic, but they were almost like bras that pushed her tits up and together. She settled on one that had some floral designs and my favorite, plain black. When we got home I asked her to try them on for me. So we went up to our bedroom and she went into our closet to put the first one on. I was just expecting Gabe to try them on and show me without much of a show. That isn't what she had in mind, though. We keep an iPod and speakers in the bathroom to listen to while showering and Gabe had turned on her favorite dancing music. She came out strutting her stuff and I was speechless from what I saw. She looked absolutely amazing. The bikinis were exactly what I was looking for. Her toned and tanned legs looked amazing going up to the bikini bottoms which left just enough to the imagination. Her tight stomach looked amazing with her v-shape abs pointing where everyone would be looking. The low-rise bottoms were spectacular. And the top was just as good. Her small but beautiful breasts were pushed up and were shown off quite well. Gabe turned around and the thong bikini looked great between her shapely ass cheeks. She bent over with her butt facing me and I could see the outline of her pussy lips. My hard-on twitched in my pants and I wanted to jump her right there. But I also wanted to see how far this show could go. Gabe kept dancing to the music and I decided to take it a little further. "And here is our second contestant tonight, the beautiful and sexy, Gabrielle! Come on guys, lets hear it for Gabe." I tried to mimic the crowd cheering. This got Gabe way into her show. She was doing all the sexy dance moves she could think of. Bending at the waist, squatting and spreading her legs, hands feeling her curves. I gave her a few cat-calls whistles and started to chant, "Take it off! Take it off!" Gabe went with the flow and started doing a sexy striptease with the top of the bikini. She untied the back but held an arm over her breasts. She again turned her back to me and let the top fall away from her tits. She put both hands over a nipple and turned back around to face me. She left her hands on her breasts her awhile, rubbing them over her nipples. After a while she let her hands slide down her sides, exposing her breasts to me. I could only imagine what a total stranger in a bar in Cancun would think of my sexy girlfriend doing a striptease in front of the whole crowd. When the song ended I took Gabe in my arms and gave her a hard kiss. She kissed me back and I could tell she was horny from her dance. I picked her up and brought her over to our bed. I took off the only piece of clothing she still had on and revealed her pussy. Her lips were beginning to open from her erotic dance. She reached for my belt buckle and undid my pants so she could slide them down and reveal my hard dick. When I was free of my pants I rubbed the head of my cock up and down her pussy, feeling her juices. This caused Gabe to moan and writhe on the bed. I lined my cock up to her opening and easily slid all the way into her soaking wet pussy. Her soft moans now turned into passionate screams of pleasure. I fucked my girlfriend slowly at first and then began to increase my speed till I was pounding her tight pussy. Gabe had her head thrown back in pleasure with a hand on each breast, caressing her nipples. She wrapped her legs around me, taking me deeper into her hot hole. Her first orgasm came quickly. She pulled me in tight and let out a long and loud moan as she began to cum. I fucked her hard right through her orgasm. I started to feel my balls tighten, getting ready to cum. I told her I was going to cum soon. "Oooooh baby cum in my pussy, mmmmmm yes." This sent me over the edge and I rammed my hard-on deep into her cunt until I unloaded a huge load of cum. The feeling of my sperm shooting into her love-tunnel sent Gabe into another writhing orgasm. She squirmed on the bed moaning while I emptied my balls into her pussy. When I finally finished cumming I gave her a loving kiss and wrapped my arms around her, holding us close. The day came when Gabe and her friends were flying down to Mexico. I dropped the girls off at the airport, kissed and hugged Gabe, and told her to call me when she landed. I was already nervous for what could happen in the following week. Several hours later Gabe called and said she had made it safely to the Mexican airport and they were taking a taxi to the resort now. They had booked two rooms at an all-inclusive resort that was definitely targeted to groups of college students. She told me they were going to unpack and head down to the hotel pool. I told her to make sure to take a lot of pictures so I could check it all out later. I tried to stay busy the rest of the day to keep my mind off Gabe and her trip. I was only mildly successful. It was Monday so I had my usual classes and homework. I got another call from Gabe later that night. "Hey babe, how's the trip so far?" I asked her. "It is amazing! I wish you were here to enjoy it with me. The weather is perfect and our hotel is beautiful." Gabe tends to talk a little louder when she drinks and I could definitely tell she had had a few. I asked her what swimsuit she had worn down to the pool and she told me she decided on the floral one that she picked out. "What did your friends think about your thong?" I asked her. "They were pretty surprised that I would wear it. They asked me if you knew about it and I told them we picked it out together," she explained. "They couldn't believe you were ok with me showing off my bare butt, but they were very impressed with you," she laughed. I little smile came across my face too and I told her that I thought all her friends would now want to go to the stores down there and get a similarly revealing suit for themselves. She laughed and said a few of them had already decided to do just that. I knew this would end up being a plus for me in the end because I would get to see the pictures of her friends in their sexy suits when they got home. It would also loosen Gabe up a little more when her friends were just as exposed as she was. Gabe told me their group of girls was approached by several groups of guys down by the pool. She said she received several compliments about her suit and how hot she looked. I started getting a hard-on again picturing Gabe in her suit, all wet and glowing in the sun. I was jealous of the guys who got to see that. "So what's the plan for tonight?" I asked. "We are going to take it pretty easy tonight. We are all pretty tired from the flight and we've all had enough to drink already anyways. I will call you later tonight." Later Gabe explained that the first night was uneventful and they were heading to bed now. When we talked in the morning she said they were going to hang out at the pool again and the resort had several activities planned for all the younger spring breakers. I told her that might be a good opportunity to do some "accidental" flashing. She mentioned she was nervous about it and it felt different while I wasn't there. I told her to just let go and have fun and if she feels like the right moment happens to take advantage of it and for her to text me later. I waited around nervously for Gabe to text me about any flashing she might have done. The thought of her exposing herself to a bunch of young, horny guys was racing through my mind and I contemplated how I should feel about it. I remembered how amazing that night in Daytona was realized I had no problem sharing my girlfriend's assets. And I trusted Gabe to not take it too far. I was getting awfully excited. I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket and I fished it out. I looked at the screen for awhile before I opened the message from Gabe. What's it going to be? Finally I opened the text message and the words made my heart pound in my chest, "I did it." I hurriedly typed back my response, "Explain", was all I could get my fingers to type. I waited patiently and nervously her Gabe's response. I knew it might take awhile for her to type everything that happened so I was surprised when I phone buzzed again so soon. I opened the message right away, "I went down the waterslide with Sarah...." That was all she wrote. She was teasing me. She knew the anticipation was killing me. I responded, "And...." "And when we got to the bottom and went underwater I pulled one side of my bikini to the side." "What happened after that?" I typed as fast as I could. "Well... one of my tits popped out. I got out of the pool and pretended I didn't notice. Everyone was staring at me." "Holy shit Gabe! That makes me so horny. How long did you stay like that?" "After about a minute Sarah told me my boob was showing so I acted embarrassed and fixed it. So many guys saw me like that. They all laughed and cheered after I realized I had flashed them." "How do you feel?" I asked. I got a one word response back, "horny". Sharing Our Fantasies Ch. 03 Gabe's spring break trip to Cancun with her girlfriends was off to a hot start. She had "accidentally" flashed one of her boobs in the hotel pool and I could tell she was getting hornier. We kept texting throughout the day and she told me she had been drinking all day and the booze and the sun was an incredible turn on. We kept telling each other how much we wished we were together right now on the beach. I told her I would have been fucking her right there in front of anyone who wanted to watch. "That's naughty babe!" she responded to my text. "Doesn't it feel good to be naughty?" "Yes, it makes me horny." She replied. I knew she must have been pretty drunk because her texting was becoming pretty erotic. It made me a little nervous knowing the combination of booze and horniness usually brings out my girlfriend's inner slut. I wondered just how far this would go. Would she let someone finger her in public like we did in Daytona? Would she go oven further? I tried to push the last thought out of my head. I trusted Gabe. I knew she wouldn't fuck anyone but me unless we were absolutely sure it was the right thing for our relationship. Right now was not the right time. I trusted that she felt the same way. The sun went down in Cancun and Gabe texted me to tell me they were going to a bar/nightclub that was right on the beach. "What are you going to wear out tonight?" I asked her. "I was thinking one of my new dresses. What do you think?" "I think that would look sexy. Underwear?" I asked. "Do you want me to? I will if you want me to." "NO I don't want you to babe. I want you to feel as sexy as possible knowing you are naked under your dress." I explained. "You know there is a chance someone will see up my dress, right?" "Of course I know! That's why I don't want you to wear panties." She told me she had finalized her outfit and she wouldn't wear any panties, as I had requested. I asked her how she felt with just the dress on and she replied that it was making her even hornier. Gabe told me they were going to pregame for awhile in their hotel room before they went to the bar and that she would text me later. Again, it was hard to keep my mind off Gabe and the whole situation at hand. She was drunk, horny, and in a place where inhibitions are naturally taken away by the booze and weather. My phone buzzed about an hour later. It was a picture message. My heart pounded in my chest as I opened the message and the image downloaded. When the picture popped on my screen my cock immediately got hard in my pants. The girls were all obviously still in their hotel room and were apparently drinking quite a bit. The picture was of one of Gabe's friends pulling up the back of her dress to show her bare ass to the camera phone. Gabe had this sexy, innocent look on her face like it was a complete accident that she was caught in that position. "You little slut" I responded back. I had added one of those 'wink' faces to let Gabe know I was just joking. "Yep!" was all she said back. She told me all the girls were shocked that Gabe was going to go out in a dress and no panties. They again asked if I knew about her doing it and she told them it was my idea. With that, Gabe had dared them all to do the same, to go pantieless tonight at the club. They all agreed. Gabe and her sexy friends were all going to go out tonight in short dresses with no undies. Gabe told me they were heading to the club now and she would text or call me when she could. I told her to be safe and that I loved her. She told me that she loved me to and that I should trust her. I did. After awhile my phone buzzed again. Another picture message. I opened it up and there was Gabe and all of her friends in the bar, all with their backs facing the camera and skirts and dresses pulled up exposing there bare asses. Some with tiny panties and some with none at all. Gabe was obviously one with no panties. I thought to myself, "If all the girls are in this picture, who's taking the picture?" "Wow, you girls look sexy!" I texted back. "Lots of people saw my naked ass baby. Does that turn you on?" Gabe said. My head was racing. Yes, it turned me on. Yes, I had a raging hard-on. But no, I wasn't there with Gabe to relieve myself. Jealous? Absolutely. Turned on? Definitely. "Yes it turns me on. I know I'm the luckiest guy in the world to have you. Did you do that right in the middle of the bar? Who took the picture?" I asked. Gabe explained that there were a lot of girls doing sexy stuff like that. Some girls flashing their boobs, some flashing their asses and some even flashing their pussies. So her and her friends just went along with the horny atmosphere and flashed their asses for the whole bar to see. She said that she asked some random guy to take a picture with her phone because she knew I would like to see it. Well she was right. That picture was all I could handle. I dropped my pants so my cock was no longer straining for freedom. "How far are you gonna go?" I asked. "I don't know yet. I want these guys to see me naked. Is there something wrong with me?" she answered. "Not at all Gabe. You are sexy and you have an amazing body! It's natural to want to show it off. And I want you to show it off!" I assured her. "Thanks babe. I will call you later." She responded. As I waited for her to call me my mind went over the question of how far she would go. I picture different scenarios in my head. Some made me feel better than others. Some I wanted to happen. Others I did not. My girlfriend fucking another guy. No thanks. My girlfriend stripping for the entire bar. Yes please. My girlfriend and her friends touching, feeling, and kissing each other in front of everyone. Fuck ya. My girlfriend sitting on top of the bar, getting fingered and felt up by strangers as she cums over and over again..... Not sure. How horny am I? After a couple of hours Gabe called me. My heart was beating 1000 miles an hour when I answered. We started the conversation acting as nothing was different, like we had nothing urgent to talk about. Finally I couldn't take it anymore and I asked how far she had gone. She went on to explain that the girls had run into some of the guys from their hotel at the bar. So they were all sitting together, talking and drinking, when the topic of Gabe's accidental exposure came up. The guys and girls all had a laugh at Gabe's expense. The girl's saying how embarrassed hey would be. The guys saying how hot my girlfriend was and how much they enjoyed it. So Gabe decided to drop the truth on them. She had purposely pulled her bikini off and she wanted them to see her boob. This was met with even greater laughs. The girls couldn't believe she had done it. They jokingly called her a slut and that she was so dirty. Gabe had told me how it made her even hornier when they called her a dirty slut. The guys obviously thanked her and started questioning about her willingness to show off. Gabe had explained that being seen naked turns her on and that her and I do it together a lot. The guys from the hotel mentioned how lucky I was to have a girlfriend like Gabe who knew how sexy she was and wasn't afraid to share it. So the guys gave her a dare. They dared her to dance on the bar and they would each give her ten bucks if she got naked right there. Some other girls were already showing quite a bit so she knew she wouldn't get kicked out or arrested just for getting naked. Gabe said she was too nervous and didn't want to do it alone. So she offered giving half the money to one of her friends if they joined her. After some begging, Sarah finally agreed to join Gabe on the bar, but wasn't sure how far she would go. It came as no surprise to me that Sarah was convinced to do it. I always knew she had an inner-slut somewhere in her and she was actually a lot of fun when she drank. So Gabe went on to explain that her and Sarah got on the bar and just started dancing together. They weren't doing anything too naughty to start except for a little groping and grabbing of each other. Gabe mentioned to me how horny it actually made her to have Sarah's hands on her covered ass and tits. On the bar, Gabe and Sarah continued their dance and had attracted quite the crowd around them. I remembered that neither of them had worn panties out tonight. I imagined myself standing under them looking straight up at their beautiful shaved pussies. I knew there had to be some guys getting that exact view as Gabe and Sarah danced above them. Their dance started progressing into an erotic show for everyone watching. They began kissing each other and holding each other's bodies close. They had both made out with each other before, so this wasn't shocking to hear. I knew they both had a little bi-curiousness in them. I just didn't know how much. They knew they had to eventually get naked if they wanted the money. Sarah didn't want to be the first one exposed so she undid the back of Gabe's dress. Gabe instinctively grabbed the front of her dress to keep herself covered. Sarah, however, wanted my girlfriend's breast exposed to the entire bar right now. So Sarah grabbed Gabe's arms and raised them above her head causing her dress to slip down and expose her cute little tits. At the same time, Sarah gave Gabe a deep kiss and the crowd erupted with cheers. So my sexy girlfriend was topless and making out with her best friend as a crowd gathered around watched, some getting a great view up their dresses to their shaved pussies. Gabe then undid the back of Sarah's dress and pulled it right done over her larger breasts. Sarah has amazing tits and I have been lucky enough to see them. They are a perfect size right between a B and C cup. They are also nice and perky with great quarter sized nipples. This drew another cheer from the crowd and Gabe told me how horny they both were at this point. So Gabe started groping Sarah's breasts and brought her mouth down to take a nipple in her mouth. Sarah threw her head back and enjoyed the warm sensation on her nipple. As Gabe licked Sarah's breasts, Sarah was sliding Gabe's dress down her body. Exposing first her waist and tight stomach, then her thin, round hips, and eventually it slid all the way off to expose her perfect ass and wonderful pussy. Gabe had gone through with her end of the bet. She was naked. Dancing on the bar. Sucking on her friends breasts. She finally pulled her mouth away from Sarah's body and faced the crowd, giving everyone a perfect view of her awesome body in all its glory. I imagined the guys in the front row could make out a glisten of wetness between her pussy lips and her clit starting to grow and expose itself. What a sight. But Sarah still needed to fulfill her end of the deal and Gabe was going to make sure she did. Gabe got behind Sarah and started grinding with her, reaching around to grab her tits. She grabbed the sides of Sarah's dress and began slowly sliding it down her body. The crowd chanting "take it off, take it off." As she slid the dress down her hips, Gabe had to bend at the waist to get it off all the way. I imagined the people behind getting a great view of her pussy peaking out behind her wonderfully round ass. Gabe finally got Sarah's dress all the way off and they were both completely nude in front of the whole bar. Still behind Sarah, Gabe reached around and put her hands on Sarah's pussy. By this point the crowd was just continuously cheering and encouraging the two girls to take it further. So Gabe did. With both hands, she spread Sarah's pussy and exposed the inner pink of her friend's cunt. Sarah leaned back against Gabe and moaned. Gabe moved a finger to Sarah's clit and started rubbing. As Gabe continued to tell me about what had happened my cock I was rubbing my cock, imagining how wet their pussies were, imagining all those people in the crowd getting hard looking at my girlfriend and her best friend. Gabe continued to rub Sarah's pussy and eventually got her close to orgasm. But Gabe wanted to tease her friend and make her even hornier. So she stopped and went around to dance next to Sarah. Gabe described to me some of the dance moves she used during her nude show. She was constantly rubbing her body, running her hands up and down her thighs, up to her tits, and back down to her ass and pussy. She said she squatted down a few times and spread her legs, giving her close viewers a great view into her pussy. She told me people kept trying to touch and grab her, and that one guy had slipped a finger into her pussy while she wasn't paying attention. Gabe told me that she didn't want to repeat Daytona tonight because she didn't know how far the touching would go without me there. So she waved over a bouncer to stand near her and make sure no one would touch her anymore. This show was about her and Sarah anyways. Sarah wanted to return the favor Gabe had given her so in the same position Gabe used; Sarah got behind Gabe and started rubbing my girlfriend's pussy. Now my girlfriend gets really wet when she is aroused. She told me that she was getting soaking wet, to a point where her pussy was literally dripping. Gabe spread her own legs to allow Sarah better access to her juicy cunt as well as giving her fans a great view of the action. Sarah slipped one finger into Gabe's pussy while she rubbed her clit with the other hand. Gabe told me the crowd had started chanting "one more in, one more in". Sarah understood they meant put another finger into Gabe's pussy, so she did. Two fingers in Gabe's sloppy cunt and another hand rubbing her clit. I knew she had to be in ecstasy. The crowd wasn't satisfied, however, with two fingers. They continued their chant "one more in, one more in". Sarah obliged. Now three fingers inside my girlfriend's pussy. This was how many were inside her in Daytona. And that was two different guys fingering her. This was her best friend. I wondered how many she would be able to take. The crowd pushed them even further. Sarah furiously rubbed my girlfriend's clit as she rammed three fingers inside her trying to loosed her up even more. Slowly she managed to slip a fourth finger into my tiny girlfriend's stretching pussy. The crowd had now changed their chant. They wanted more "fist the slut, fist the slut". I wish I was there. I knew Gabe loved that kind of dirty talk. She whispered in Sarah's ear that she wanted her to do it. Sarah continued to finger-fuck my girlfriend for awhile in front of the crowd, stretching her usually tight pussy. Gabe told me it felt so amazing to have all those fingers inside her. She wanted another so bad. So Sarah slowly started working her fifth and final finger into Gabe's soaking pussy. When Sarah had finally got the fifth finger in, the crowd went absolutely nuts. Gabe told me that Sarah couldn't get her whole fist in past the last knuckles, but she was able to move and stretch all five fingers inside of her pussy. With the crowd's reaction to the fisting, my girlfriend was sent over the edge. She told me it was the biggest orgasm she had ever had. Bigger than anytime we fucked, and bigger than the one in Daytona. I imagined how wet and juicy she would get as Sarah worked her fist in and out as my girlfriend came. Gabe said she was screaming and moaning, right there in front of everyone. I could imagine her head back, hands on her tits, and gyrating her hips while she moaned "OOOOOOOOH SHIT, IM CUMMMING, OH FUCK YES DON'T STOP!" Hearing Gabe tell me this story and picturing it in my head also sent me over the edge. I shot my load wishing I was shooting into Gabe's stretched pussy right there on that bar. When Gabe had come down from her orgasm, her and Sarah gathered their clothes and gave each other one last kiss on stage before climbing down the bar and putting their clothes back on. That's when Gabe called me. After she finished telling the story she said they were all heading back to their hotel now. She was obviously pretty tired after her performance and wanted to shower and go to bed. I told her how horny her story had made me and that I was glad she had fun and enjoyed herself. "Thank you for being so great about all this. I promise to make it up to you when I get home."

Semental Challenge by greysam Semental Challenge 01: Double Or Nothing Maria takes the Semental Challenge. "Smile Puta!" The photographer instructed. "You must look your best for your debut!" The asshole was joking. Nobody can tell the difference between a smile and a grimace around a ball gag. Still, I thought, I never looked better: A curvy five foot four inch woman of Puerto Rican heritage with golden skin, chocolate brown hair done up in a chiffon. A professional did my face, and my lips and nails shine with a bright red color. My D-sized tits (my girls!) are supported by a demi-cup harness. I'm forced to push them out standing in these stilettos locked on my feet and knee highs. I look like a lingerie model except for the ringed collar around my neck, wrist and ankle cuffs. One of the bouncers pushes my feet apart, widening my stance. The photographer circles me, taking closeups. When the he crouches in front of me for the money shot, I thrust my freshly-shaved kitty at him in an act of defiance. The photographer laughs merrily, "Such a hungry cono!" As he stands he give my belly a little pat. "Don't worry little cono, Semental will feed you soon." He slaps my ass as he steps away saying, "Ride hard puta!" How did I get here? ***** It was a stupid idea in the first place, but I had nothing for me in the States. I lost my job when my boyfriend John stole my car (and later I found out my laptop) so I couldn't get to work waitressing at the local bar across town or look for something online. We got into an argument the night before because I wouldn't give him a blowjob after he went down me. What is it with men wanting to stick their dicks into places they don't belong? I just don't like fellatio. I can eat pussy with gusto, but cock in my mouth bothers me. Losing the car reminded me of my best friend Staci. It was originally her car. She got into some money trouble and went down to a bordello in Matamoros called Semental. We visited it a few years ago for our friend Margo's bachelorette getaway, along with our other friend Lisa. The bordello had an outstanding $10,000 challenge for women to ride a fucking horse, also called a Semental, for three minutes and get off. Staci said she would return in a couple days, but never came back, giving away everything she owned in the States. I knew what happened to Staci. The Semental website had subscriptions where you could follow your favorite whore. I guiltily signed up (only $4.95 a month) to see pictures and videos of Staci in a gangbang or being hooked up to a milking machine, drool leaking from her ball gag. My "favorite" by far was watching her rematches with the Semental. I could see her trying to concentrate enough to get off of the horse in time to win, but every time she fell back into riding her mechanical lover into an orgasmic daze, followed by a marathon series of blowjobs until she was a cum-soaked mess. How could she be so cum drunk she would forget to stand up? I told myself I was watching to look out for my friend, but I would stroke my kitty's clit to Staci's rides. Although I fantasized about it, I doubted the Semental challenge would work on me: I cum rather quickly and my clit gets too over-sensitized to orgasm any more. I'd be able to keep it together and hop off the second I had the chance. I was out of a job and a car, and I was going to be kicked out of my apartment soon, so I said fuck all and decided I would take the Semental challenge. I applied online borrowing Lisa's PC and within the hour got in touch with the bordello. They agreed, but they needed me to stay in town at least a couple weeks while they prepared. When I told Lisa and the now-divorced Margo, they offered to come along, but I said no. I told them not to worry and that I would even find and convince Staci to come back. ***** A large man from the club picked me up from the airport and drove me to Semental's. I didn't notice last time but it was actually a pretty legit operation. The "front" was a nice hotel where families could stay. It even had an indoor pool. The bordello side was connected at the back of the hotel bar/restaurant, separated by a beaded curtain. Burly bouncers made sure nobody got the two sides confused. I talked with Julio, one of the managers. He was very attractive in a nice suit sitting behind a high, large desk. He told me I would have to get a very thorough physical, warning me that it would be VERY intense. He explained that although the challenge is simple, the club had to make sure the girl wasn't going to have health issues during her ride. (Besides being fucked out of her mind by the horse, I thought.) The waiting period was for the test results to return and to prepare the Semental for its challenger. I agreed and signed a small stack of paper. We chatted for a bit. I told him about my first visit. He nodded and explained that a lot of changes have happened. When I asked about seeing Staci, he shook his head and said that while I was a good girl to worry about her, I wouldn't be able to see her for now. I sheepishly mentioned that money was tight and asked if he knew some respectable, albeit cheap, places in town. "You said you were a waitress on your application. You can stay here and work for us," Julio suggested. "You won't earn that much money though." He warned. I was taken aback by Julio, but then he laughed. "No, not that, you misunderstand. You look like you would fit right in our restaurant and bar as one of our waitresses." I remembered seeing the girls in the traditional billowing white blouses and long colorful skirts as we walked past the restaurant to the elevators. It seemed tacky but tame. "Our girls live in a communal space on one of the lower floors of the hotel, below the office," he continued. "You may stay there for a small fee. I must warn you that our matron Mrs. Montenegro runs the place like a convent." He wagged his finger at me, "No hanky-panky, no men. Understood?" Being celibate for the next few weeks would be just what I needed after my train wreck breakup. Cheap room, board and I get paid? "Sign me up!" I smiled reaching over to shake Julio's hand. We added a direct deposit form to my papers. The office shared the floor with a large clinic where I had my examination with two of the doctors on staff. Doctor Smith was an older graying man, while Doctor Cruz was young, tall and handsome. Unfortunately for me, Doctor Cruz had a bedside manner like a drill sergeant. He marched me into an examination room, told me to strip and give a small urine sample before ordering me onto the examination table. He started measuring every inch of my body, taping electrodes and leads everywhere. He took some blood samples. He dragged me from the table to a corner with some rulers on the walls and had me do some poses buck naked. "Bend more!" He ordered, as I touched my toes. I heard the snap of a camera behind me and I covered my crack. "Do not be a baby," he scolded, "We are doctors and this is for your medical record, not for InstaPorn!" I removed my hands and gave him the finger before turning back around. I was glad Doctor Smith was the OB/GYN. He was very understanding. He recorded the long history of my sexual adventures with men, women and women with men without batting an eye. Doctor Cruz came and took some very intimate measurements of my waist, belly, vag and even my asshole, but Doctor Smith did the actual examination. Doctor Smith gently explained every test and warned me when something was going to be painful. I screamed and almost jumped out of the chair when he shocked my poor pussy and nips on my girls. "I'm sorry Maria, the Semental use some TENS technology," he explained, "We have to know your limits. We don't want you to have a heart attack during the challenge." Julio wasn't kidding when he said the exam would be intense. My face went beet red when Doctor Smith used a powerful vibrator to masturbate me to a loud orgasm. "STOP IT! STOP IT! I'M TOO SENSITIVE!" I screamed as I sat up and dove to protect my precious clit from the vibrator in his hand. Doctor Smith told me there was no need to feel ashamed, this was all part of the exam, and the walls were soundproof. He let me cool down and noted the time when I could feel sensation again. I told him overstimulating my clit was my secret weapon to winning the challenge. I really felt bad when I gushed all over his gloves when he made me cum two times in a row massaging my G-spot with a wand deep inside me. ***** Julio delivered me disheveled and waddling to Mrs. Montenegro on the staff dorm floor. That tall bitch was ICE, dressed in a high collared, long sleeved, full length dress and high heels. She even carried a switch! Her long black hair was pulled back so tight I wondered if she could blink her hard dark eyes. She looked down at me disapprovingly while Julio explained I was just here for a couple weeks. Julio insisted I was a good girl. "Maria, I know you belong here," he turned to me pleadingly, "Promise me you will follow the rules! No hanky-panky, no men. Otherwise you won't be able to stay here and you will not be able to do the challenge." I nodded. I could play along. Heck, my kitty already had a workout and needed to cool off for a few days. The floor was divided in half with large rooms on either side. One one side was a common bedroom with six twin beds with small nightstands in between. It really was like living in a convent. The other side had the showers and dressing room where we could hang our restaurant dress or any dresses we had. The rest was Mrs. Montenegro's room and and office. After assigning me to a bed, the Ice Bitch sniffed me haughtily and declared I was reeking and informed me good girls don't masturbate or have sex before marriage. (Since never, I thought.) She ordered me to leave my bag on my bed, take a shower and meet her in the dressing room. The shower felt good and I met her in the dressing room wrapped in a nice long towel, carrying my clothes. She sized me up and handed me one of those big white puffy blouses, a long skirt, a pair of black knee highs and black flats. Before I could put my waitress uniform on, the bitch had me run to my bags for a fresh bra and panty set. "I don't want your filthy undergarments touching our uniform. We run a respectable establishment," she haughtily informed me. (Fuck her, I was going commando when she wasn't looking.) The blouse neckline was almost up to my throat. I expected something off the shoulder, to show the girls for tips. I asked Mrs. Montenegro if she had something more revealing. She slapped her switch in her hand so hard I jumped. "Only good girls work in our restaurant! Families bring their children in for birthdays. Only putas stick out their tetas to any man. Julio said you were a good girl, but I already have my doubts." Jeez, I was just asking. I clipped on my name tag and went downstairs. Once I got to the restaurant, I was in my familiar environment. There were only five waitresses, including me. I met the cook and manager, hard at work in the kitchen. I shadowed one of the waitresses, Yolanda, a local girl, who was bigger than me but less curvy. She helped me through the menu, taking orders and the layout. It was almost like working at one of those knock-off chains back in the States. I felt bad I couldn't wait by myself, so I helped the other girls as best I could, bussing their tables for them. We were so busy, barely keeping up with the tourists and businessmen, but no locals. I asked Yolanda what happened to the sixth girl and she shook her head disgusted, "She decided she didn't want to be a good girl anymore." She glared at me, "Don't be like her." ***** Julio came down to check on me after the restaurant closed around 11. He brought me a white wine and we sat at one of the tables I just wiped. I felt special that he went out of his way to get me the drink. It felt good to relax. "So what do you think?" He smiled, pleased. "I talked to the manager and he wants you to stay." "It's like working back home," I said, "But I'm beat." "Then I will leave you in the care of the Matron," he said kindly. "Good night Maria." ***** The elevator door opened to the stern expression of Mrs. Montenegro. "You're late!" She snapped. "Hurry up! Shower and get ready for bed!" I quickly changed and hung up my clothes and took a shower. I threw on my bed shirt and put my panties back on and headed to the bedroom, hoping to check my phone. I was shocked to see each of the girls kneeling in prayer on the small rug next to the bed, their slippers paired neatly beside them. Mrs. Montenegro led me quickly to my rug and had me on my knees in a moment. It was Catholic School nightmare all over again. Mrs. Montenegro stood at the center of the room. "We will now pray for our souls and bodies to remain pure so we may earn our place in El Cielo..." She droned on and on. We finished and jumped into bed, as she turned off the lights and left. "Goodnight Ice Bitch!" I whispered. "Shhh," hushed one of the other girls. "She sometimes checks on us." I quickly reached into the drawer of my little nightstand and pulled out my phone. I threw my blanket over my head and started reading email and checked the $15.32 I had left in my bank account. ***** The next few days flew by. We ran nonstop from breakfast to almost midnight. I was getting the hang of things and I could wait my own section. Occasionally I would see groups of rough men walk through the restaurant and pass through beaded curtain to the bordello side. Just before dinner, women, in singles and pairs, wearing revealing dresses that were indecent even by my standards came strutting through the curtain to prowl the night. Sometimes they would return while we were still open, arm in arm with customers. I saw them pass through the strings of beads and split up: The customers went through the main door but the girls went through a door on the right wall of the hallway. Employees Only, I guessed. "Do not be too interested about that place," warned Yolanda, catching my stare. "Once your go inside, you never leave." "Sort of like the Hotel California," I joked. She was totally wrong about the bordello. Girls came and went all the time. "What city in California has such a hotel?" she asked. I missed the States. ***** The next day Julio called me into his office before my shift started. "I think I can trust you," he started. "You are more worldly than the other girls. We have to deposit the restaurant cash twice a week. I would like you to run over to the bank next door during lunch and deposit the money. I will pay you $100 each week to make up for any lost tips." "That's generous," I said. An extra hundred was nice. It was Wednesday, so I went next door and deposited over $10,000 in cash to the account number Julio game me. I did the same on Friday. That night my bank app said I had just $132 in my account. The next week went by with a blur. I couldn't go anywhere during the weekend, especially with no money, so I stayed at the hotel and worked in the restaurant while I saw the bordello girls going clubbing. I missed being able to have fun. Wednesday came again and Julio called me up to his office after I got back from the bank. "I'm sorry Maria, I have some bad news," he said. I held my breath. "There was a delay in your test results. We need another week. We love you at the restaurant though, can you stay here in the meantime?" "Maybe if you gave me a reason to?" I said suggestively. Kitty was getting frisky. Julio leaned back and shook his head, "No Maria, that is one of the Semental's rules while you make this your home. No hanky-panky, no men." "Can I see Staci?" I asked. Maybe we could go out and blow off some steam together. "I'm sorry yet again Maria," he apologized, "Staci is very busy, perhaps after you challenge the Semental." He added suggestively, "Then we could all celebrate together after your ride!" The sexy wink he gave me after that gave me reason to stay. That night I logged into the Semental website on my phone, looking for Staci's shows. I missed a gangbang show the night before, but there was nothing on her schedule. What was going on? Plus all that porn reminded me I hadn't been laid in over a week. I told my kitty I had to save her for the Semental. Over the next few days I tried to peek at the world behind the beaded curtain. I lied to the bouncer past the main door telling him I was coming back to take a customer's order, but he wasn't having it. I tried to slip in the employee entrance following a working girl, but it seemed to lock behind her. I didn't how she opened it either. Julio apologized again on Wednesday that there would be another week delay. I was working 14 hour days, 7 days a week and I wasn't having any fun either. My bank balance was still less than a thousand dollars. I was hardly making any money once you paid for meals and the currency conversion fee. I was beginning to doubt if I should stay. That night, I was watching my phone on my stomach under the blanket, earbuds in so I wouldn't bother the other girls. I saw the Semental website announced Staci was going to try the Semental challenge this Friday night! They showed preview pictures of her bent over the mechanical horse, kissing and sucking on that large thick dildo sticking up the center. I remembered what I read from the FAQ: "Each vaquera has her own custom made dildo carefully designed to give her the maximum pleasure only a true stud can! No wonder she doesn't want to get up and leave!" (My dildo must be having trouble at the shop.) The teaser video, taken last night showed Staci being edged over and over, by men armed with massagers. The video ended with a closeup of Staci's tearstained face as she shrieked, "PLEASE YOU FUCKERS! PLEASE LET ME COME!" The caption read, "Getting Staci ready for her ride! Won't you join us?" There was a small tag line underneath, "Special Guest Debut." I wish I was going to be there, but I was told I had another week. I was deep into relieving the stress rewatching Staci's greatest Semental hits when I felt a whoosh of air as the blanket was pulled away. Mrs. Montenegro caught me red-handed with my hand still in my panties stroking the kitty. I didn't hear her because of the earbuds. She ripped my panties off and gave me five quick swats on my bare ass with her switch before I could scramble up to sit. I rubbed my smarting cheeks staring up at her defiantly. I was tired of living like a nun. "We will see Julio tomorrow," she promised evilly. ***** I sat in the leather chair in Julio's office in the restaurant blouse and long skirt, looking at my torn panties on the desk, still stained with my juices, evidence of my guilt. Mrs. Montenegro stood behind me gloating. Julio looked at me from behind the desk in his office. "I'm very disappointed Maria. You broke the rules, no hanky-panky." "You didn't define hanky-panky." I countered. He cut me off. "We are grown ups here. You knew what it meant. Unfortunately that also means no challenge, no chance to win the $10,000. I was going to tell you we got the test results back and we were ready to do the challenge this weekend, but now..." he shook his head, silently crushing my hopes of earning the money and returning with Staci. That got to me, I had busted my buns for three weeks for nothing. I had little more than $1,000 in my bank account and only 2 days to go! I tried to turn on the charm, leaning over to show off the girls, but this damn blouse hid everything! "Come on Julio," I said in my sweetest voice, "I thought you liked me. Can you talk to the management? Can we try to work something out? Julio sighed. "The best I can do is let you work Friday. That should give you enough time to buy a plane ticket and fly out this weekend. You can stay until Sunday, but no more." Mrs. Montenegro sniffed. "As long as you behave," he added. "I'm very sorry Maria," he ended, "I thought you belonged here with us." I teared up as I left his office to work my shift. ***** Work was fine, but upstairs was a different story. The rest of the girls knew what I had done, and that I was a goner. Yolanda refused to look at me. A tiny girl named Josefina sneered at me mouthing "Puta." I hung my clothes up for the second to last time, wondering what I should do with my name tag. Mrs. Montenegro decided I was a lost cause and let me look at my phone while the others said their prayers. On Friday, my last day of work, the restaurant was busy as usual. When I took the cash to deposit, I had an idea: I would deposit the cash into MY bank account. Nobody would suspect anything over the weekend. I was no longer working for Semental, so I could go into the bordello side, find and rescue Staci after her show and be back in the States before anyone got wise. I put my bank account number on the deposit slip and looked at the balance after the deposit: $15,285! I could have a fresh start anywhere! The restaurant hummed along the rest of the day. We all went upstairs after the place closed, turning off the lights behind us. Nobody spoke to me as I packed. I made two plane reservations for Saturday while the host of bitches prayed. I sat in my bed shirt and panties and waited until the lights were out. I slipped from the bed to the dressing room and put on a short skirt and went downstairs. When the elevator doors closed behind me, the lights of the restaurant came on revealing Julio and two huge bouncers waiting for me. Shit. After a struggle and lots of cursing, the bouncers silenced me with a ball gag, They dragged me past the beaded curtain, through the right door, which lead to a locker room. Past that was a dressing and makeup room. Julio finally spoke to me: "I trusted you Maria," he said sadly, "But you stole from us." I made some muffled protests, but he shook his head. "You need to make a choice Maria," said Julio, "We can deliver you to the local jail. It might be months before you go before the judge. But we were ready for you to take the Semental Challenge this weekend, so let's not waste it: Would you like to do a special version of the Challenge instead?" I didn't find the idea of spending months in a Mexican prison appealing, so I nodded. "Good girl," he said. "Let's get you prepared. We'll keep your secured in case you change your mind." The men stripped me naked, adding the collar and wrist cuff accessories. Then they took me to a squat toilet/bidet and handcuffed me to eyebolts on the floor. Thankfully they left me alone for a few minutes to do my business. They returned me to the dressing room, I was chained, legs spread in a beauty chair. A female attendant applied foam to my hairy kitty. She also looked at my girls. "She's going to need a support harness," the woman called out. A hairdresser brushed and teased my hair and while another specialist started doing my makeup and nails. A bouncer came and placed a pair of rolled silk stockings, ankle cuffs and black stiletto heels near my chair. ***** I stood gagged in those heels, wrists locked behind my back. The bouncer who brought my shoes attached a leash to my collar. "Come on Puta," he said. Time for your debut!" The bouncer let me through various halls up some steps to the back of a stage. A handsome announcer on the stage gestured for me to come up. The bouncer had to partially lift me to the stage because I was still shaky in my heels. I began to protest with the gag but only whines and drool came from my mouth. The stage was divided in half, separated by another curtain. I couldn't see the half of the stage to my right. Directly in front of me, facing the second stage curtain on a large turntable, was my Semental. The rounded saddle was probably a foot off the ground. At the center was a long thick dildo, custom made for my pretty kitty. It stood straight up, eager to make its presence felt in its shaved home. The photographer rushed over, circling me, taking pictures from all angles. This is the place where we started the story. The bouncer and announcer led me over to my Semental. They had me step over the saddle, dildo directly below me. The bouncer put his hands on my shoulders from the back and pushed me down, my knees folding, while the announcer steadied me from the front, his hands on my arms. The bouncer switched his grip to my hips as he lowered me into a squat. The dildo must have been lubricated as I felt the head part my lips and slide easily up my fuck tunnel. I felt stretched and full. The thick shaft felt good, but not like a real penis. I felt bumps and ridged rings along the sides. I tested squeezing it with my internal muscles. It gave a little, but not much. The men stopped pushing me down when I felt my ass cheeks rest on the saddle. The bouncer unhooked my wrists then bent me back, guiding my hands to some sort of handles to brace myself as I leaned back. I gripped them tightly to prevent myself from falling backwards. I felt the phallus flex and a carefully placed bump rubbed my G-spot with a sensation that made me clench. I was definitely coming back to this position! They locked each ankle to the base of the Semental. The announcer quickly tied some rope behind each knee and pulled outwards, spreading me even more. He moved away from me and I felt the bouncer tie a rope behind my neck which pulled my head back. I saw the photographer's camera flash near my face and then around me snapping pictures. In my mind's eye I saw a pretty Latina looking in helpless frustration at the camera, ball gag peeking from behind her teeth, drool dripping from her bright red lips onto her thrusting harnessed titties, squatting, spreading her legs to show the world she had a big dildo sunk deep in her bald cunt. My face burned, it couldn't get any worse. The announcer came back into my view with something in his hands. I felt the ice cubes on my nipples, causing them to swell. (I don't really have pointy tips on my nips.) I looked in horror as a small washer-shaped metal disc with jagged teeth along the edge was placed over my right nipple. I shrieked as the announcer pressed the disc into me feeling the points dig. I thought I would be bleeding underneath, but I later found out it only cleverly, albeit painfully, pinched. I shrieked again as they capped my left girl. Then another round of pictures. Little clips were attached to tiny knobs on the discs with running wires to the bottom of the Semental. After photographing my leaning back pose, they released the ropes and drew me forward into a kneeling position. The dildo flexed back deep in me, trying to stay at attention inside my passage. Leaning forward landed my clit on a rough metal ridge at the base. A little rock of my hips and it felt like my clit was being licked. The saddle had a flat section in front of the pommel where I could rest my forearms and put all my weight on my clit on that ridge. The photographer ran around me one more time snapping pictures of me in my new pose. The bouncer removed the ball gag, which was really starting to bother me and gave me some water to sip through a straw. I licked my lips, moving my cheeks to get control of my jaw. I was going to tell them to go fuck themselves when the bouncer squatted on my left, grabbed my hair and tilted my head. "Shhh Puta," he whispered soothingly. "You should save your mouth for what's coming. They won't care what you say anyway." He let go of my hair and ran his hand down to my back to my butterfly tramp stamp. "Don't worry," he vowed, "We will fix your puta tattoo and label you property." He smothered my butterfly with his palm, "Here will go the Semental logo." He continued, tracing lines over my left cheek, "Your puta number and nickname." Then he traced my right cheek, "Property of Semental." I snarled and rocked my hips in helpless anger at the thought of wearing a whorehouse tattoo and being labeled against my will, but I couldn't hold onto that thought when my clit brushed that rough ridge of the base of the dildo and my tunnel gripped the thick shaft inside me from that tickle of pleasure. The bouncer felt my muscles tense and he gave a little chuckle whispering, "See Puta? Your cono knows its place: on Semental, filled with cock, just like your mouth should be." He gave a quick poke at my asshole with a finger, cause me to gasp and jerk again. "If you are good maybe I will put something in this place too sometime." He clicked his teeth as he got up to leave the stage. "Ride well girl!" The front curtain rose on my left. The stage wasn't really that high, no more than a foot or so. I saw just over the heads of the seated sea of people in the darkness. A spotlight on stage right shone in my face. My hand rose to shield my eyes. The crowd saw my left profile, haunches over the saddle, my girls hanging pendant, their trapped buds with leads running under the Semental. The announcer moved in front of me, in front of the other half of the stage still curtained off. He addressed the crowd. "Good evening everyone! We have a special show for you tonight!" He gestured at me. "This is Maria. She says she's a good girl from the US, and she's had some bad luck. We at Semental understand and gave her a job in the front." He continued his story with mock sympathy. "Maria needed more money, and we gave Maria some of our money to hold for us," he shook his head sadly, "As it turns out she is not a such a good girl and like a greedy American she was going to run away with our money." The crowd booed. My eyes widened. Fuck! Everybody knew about the switch! The announcer brightened as he continued, "But we at Semental are forgiving. We will give Maria another chance to earn money, enough to pay us back and earn more!" The crowd cheered. The announcer bent to me. My heart raced. "Maria, listen closely. You are on our special ride for putas, the Semental!" The crowd cheered while I turned red. The announcer continued. "Look back there," he gestured to the back of the stage. I turned my head to the right, away from the crowd. At the back was a monitor that showed a clock set at 60 and a display that said $15,285. My bank account balance! Those fuckers have my bank account! I was about to tear into the announcer when he talked up the crowd, saying sweetly "Good girls are pure, they save themselves for a white wedding." Then he changed to a stern tone, "Dirty putas fuck many men and come easily. The Semental can tell who is the good girl from the puta. Are you a good girl Maria?" I wasn't playing this game. My hands balled into fists and I struck the pommel. "Fuck off! You're stealing my money." The crowed laughed. "No, Maria," the announcer shook his head, "You were trying to steal our money. We are giving you a chance to play and keep your money and even earn more." Since I was buck naked, helplessly sitting on a dildo, and wasn't going anywhere, I decided to hear him out. "I'm listening," I said. I remembered my strategy for the Semental challenge: Ride the horse. Come. My clit goes numb. I keep my head and I get off the horse with my money. "You will ride the Semental for an hour," the announcer gesturing at the time. I frowned. The challenge was normally three minutes: Two minutes to get off, then one minute to get off the horse. The announcer continued listing the rules, "Jumping from the horse, tearing off anything means automatic forfeit. Every time you come we will take $1,000 of our money back." Jeez. That was 15 orgasms! No woman could handle that! It wasn't physically possible. My clit would be too overstimulated after one and I'd just have to avoid resting on the Semental for the rest of the hour. This was doable, I told myself. "Since you are new here, we will give you two free orgasms to start," he told me generously. That overconfident prick! I grinned back smugly. I could have my fun, pull my clit off the ridge, then watch the clock until I kept my money. The announcer continued with a serious expression on his face. "At $10,000 or 30 minutes, we will give you a chance to earn some money back. If your money goes to zero, you will stay here until you can pay your bills. " He straightened up and turned to the audience. "Maria might be a good girl," he said thoughtfully, "She is also here to take home her friend, one of our best, Puta 39, 'Staci!'" The crowed hooted. "What a good friend!" he affirmed. "It is only fair we give help Maria in her wager!" The curtains in front of me, on the other side of the stage, drew back revealing Staci, blindfolded and ball gagged, facing me, kneeling upright on her Semental saddle, wrists cuffed behind her. Her golden brown hair was swept back in a pony tail. She knelt, in her stilettos and knee highs, her ankles cuffs locked to the Semental like mine. I looked at her perky rack. Wires ran from her clipped nipples down under the horse. Her breasts near her areole looked bruised. (Did a milking machine do that?) I looked down her trim body to the saddle. Like me, she was shaved, her dark red love lips split over a thick phallus like mine, kissing her mechanical lover. I saw she had her clit pierced, gold stud glinting near the little ridged plate. Another bouncer removed Staci's blindfold and ball gag, then unlocked her wrists. She blinked at me, her eyes widening with recognition, but she remained silent. Her chest and lovely breasts rose and fell as she panted softly through her pursed lips. Her whole body was already shining with sweat, trembling and shaking with arousal. I suddenly realized whose "Special Debut" was advertised with Staci's ride... ***** The announcer grabbed our attention. "The rules are a little bit different for 39. Since there is no doubt she is a puta who will come quickly many times, only $500 is taken away for each orgasm. And, since we know 39 is an old pro," he paused, "No free orgasms." Shit! Staci had been teased to go off on a hair trigger and she's multi-orgasmic. Now I was going to have to accept taking maybe $10,000 or $11,000 home. "Gooood luck Maria!" The announcer gestured broadly. "Vamonos!" Almost immediately Staci shot up and shrieked as if she'd been kicked in the twat, but soon she started rocking her hips back and forth humping away on her dildo. I wasn't even sure my horse was on. I felt a warm, gooey spray wetting my lady parts, but I didn't feel anything else. Slowly I felt electrical pulses on the various parts of my body, each nipple, the metal plate my clit rested on, different parts of the dildo inside me. The intensity would rise and fall, from a slight tense tingle to what I thought for an instant was a fucking hot poker. I looked at the announcer, who was silently observing me from my side of the stage like an attentive waiter. "Semental gonna shock me to death?" I challenged. The announcer shrugged. "Every puta is different. Semental likes to...nibble around edges before taking a bite. Soon you will be ridding hard, crying for Semental to fuck you. It happens to all you putas. Look at 39." I looked at Staci, who knelt upright, eyes closed, humping away like a fuck bunny. She suddenly stiffened and fell forwards. I heard a buzzer coming from the back. I turned my head and watched my money drop to $14,785 while the timer read 57 minutes. Jeez! It hadn't even been five minutes! Staci's hips slowed as she caught her breath. She opened them and mouthed, "Sorry," ashamed. Then she sat up and shuddered, her head lolling back, licking her lips, closing her eyes again and folding her arms. Her hips started rocking again. Before I could say anything, I jumped. The metal plate under my clit sprung to life and had given me a quick buzz. I could feel motors inside the saddle humming and coming to life. I felt the dildo slowly slide out, then slowly rise up into my channel. The bumps and ridges rubbed my passage delightfully. It was really slow and gentle. I wasn't going to cum from this. Or at least not more than once an hour. Semental started experimenting with the plate and dildo. Sometimes buzzing my clit with vibrations so strong I went numb, or pulling the dildo out and giving me a thrust so hard I nearly leapt out of the saddle. In the span of four of Staci's orgasms my machine found a vibration I REALLY liked and how hard and deep I liked being penetrated. Unlike a man though, Semental could also vibrate his shaft until I felt my tonsils tingle. I think if he were a man I might reconsider my ban on oral sex. My mechanical lover began teasing me. My clit would be a-buzzing and I would lean forward to put more weight on it. But then it would stop as the shaft pulled out of me. I would rock back to meet it as it rode up inside me, that lovely bump rubbing my G-spot nicely on the up stroke. It was easy to tell what Semental wanted: I started a slow rhythm, rocking back and forth as my lover rewarded me by continuing that wonderful vibration on my clit. I heard the announcer stand next to me coaching. "Don't give in Maria, fight it!" But I ignored him. I closed my eyes, lost in that delightful rhythm, pleasure building. I could also feel my nipple stiffen as I felt a low current go through the discs on my girls. Suddenly I felt a sharp spark, like a static shock on my G-spot and I started spasming around the dildo. It was a tiny cum, hardly any pleasure. I heard the buzzer in the back announce my orgasm. I opened my eyes accusingly at the announcer. "That's not fair! I was robbed." He shook his head. "A cum's a cum. Don't worry, you have one more free one." I felt a bit of sass return. Was that the best it could do? I patted the saddle challenging, "Come on champ, I've been fucked better by grade schoolers." Truth be told though, I was done: I was already coming down, loose and relaxed. This was about the best a man could get out of me during a night of fucking. Semental was more than any man though. I felt a light current pass through the dildo inside me. It wasn't vibration, it felt like a deep throbbing massage. My kitty woke up from her relaxed state and started tightening around the shaft. I sat up straight, curious and excited, as I felt waves of sensation rise up from my belly. This was different than anything I had felt before. The dildo started rotating in me. I felt my hips moving in small circles, mounted on that stirring stick. Then the pulses started, traveling up my passage. It was a little subway train of current, passing through the different ridged rings on the shaft from my entrance all the way up past my cervix. I felt my muscles rippling up my vagina, riding that current and I found myself clenching, squeezing that shaft up, trying to suck the wonderful phallus from the saddle. I could hear my labia squish as I alternatively bore down and relaxed. I felt my pleasure building up from my core. I suddenly realized Semental had disarmed my secret weapon: It was avoiding overstimulating my clit, working my vagina instead. I was grunting like a sow as my hips rotated and I milked the fake cock inside me up and down. It was going to make me climax deep within me, where I could cum over and over. Staci's screaming brought me out of my thoughts. My friend was leaning back on the handles behind her, thrusting herself onto the dildo deep inside her. She squatted back on her heels, her knees drawn up and spread, as if offering her cunt to me like my pictures. I saw her hips jerk again and again as she went through one orgasm after another. I heard buzz after buzz from the back of the stage as I heard our ticket out of here drained by $500 every few seconds. Now I wasn't sure if I would have anything left even if I didn't come again. "STACI YOU FUCKING CUNT!" I yelled out. She was ruining everything. But I could hardly blame her as I ramped up to my second orgasm. It was an atomic bomb. I rippled around the dildo inside me, my whole body locked with spasms, while I threw my head screamed at the top of my lungs. My mechanical lover wasn't done with me yet. After my muscles unlocked I felt the wonderful vibration start up again at the base and up the phallus. My neglected clit was tossed around and I leaned back further, putting my weight on those handles. I got my knees from under me and ground my twat into that wonderful vibration. The phallus bent but pushed up against my front, my favorite bump transmitting addicting vibrations and pulses directly to my G-spot. Semental worked my cunt over, alternating between rippling and vibrating. I knew I was coming over and over, humping, exposing myself like Staci, screaming and crying out begging my mechanical lover to fuck me. ***** I was pretty close to passing out when Semental let me down slowly, vibration lowering in intensity and those pulses fading away. The Sementals turned facing the crowd. My bouncer gently folded my legs back under me, having me kneel again and positioned me leaning with my forearms on the flat part in front of me. I was panting heavily, hair escaping from my chiffon, body dripping with sweat. My throat was hoarse from all the screaming. The saddle was slick with sweat and foamy with my girl cum. I looked over at Staci who looked the same. The crowd drank in our full frontal on display. Embarrassed, I turned I looked back at the wall. I was shocked. The clock said 30 minutes left. Good, I was at the halfway point. But my account had only $3,285 left! We must have burned through a dozen orgasms when I lost it. That was going to leave us with nothing when we returned home, but now I was worried if we would get back at all! The announcer stopped the timer and gave a recap: "Wow! Let's bring our chicas' conos down to a simmer while we get things ready. We are halfway on time, but Maria's money is almost gone," he shook his head sadly, but his face brightened. "Now comes the 'audience participation' part of the program and the girls' chance to make some money to stay ahead." Two assistants brought posts, velvet rope and a small stepping stool to set up two queue lines in front of the stage. People ran up to queue in front of each of us out of the darkness. The announcer gave me new instructions: "You can earn $200 for relieving the 'stress' of each paying member of the audience." I knew what he was saying. I hate blowjobs! He motioned to Staci, "39's services will only be $100. Otherwise we might go broke!" he joked. "Let's begin. Vamonos!" the announcer shouted, restarting the timer. I felt the Semental come back to life. My clit had a chance to cool down and I felt myself ramping up to another orgasm as I felt the pulses beginning to build inside me. I knew I wasn't going to be able to hold out. Reluctantly, I reached out to the man in front of me and undid his pants, bringing out his member. Swallowing hard, I leaned over to gingerly take him in my mouth. At least I saw a few women in line. I heard Staci moaning around a cock, her sounds getting higher and higher pitched as she got closer to coming. I hoped Staci could suck off enough men to make up for her losses. I shuddered in orgasm on my second blowjob, already racing to another. Now I was sure we were going to stay.

Sally and Megan in the Christmas Pageant By Ewong Part 1 Sally, having given up on her dream of being part of the County Fair (See my previous stories, Sally and the Fair and Sally and Megan: Miss Nude County Fair for details!), was at a low. She held down a few jobs, but her heart wasn’t in it. She was too afraid to venture into the public eye again, which meant she now found herself working as a librarian. She was away from crowds of leering eyes and jeering peers. It wasn’t a great job, but she didn’t want to do anything else. Sally pushed a cart of books around the large shelves, placing books back in their rightful places. It was here that her best friend Megan finds her. “Sally! How’ve you been?” Megan said in a loud whisper. “I’m fine, but could you keep it down. I don’t want to get fired.” Sally lamented. “Fired? For what? It’s not like you’re already on thin ice, are you?” “Well, I dropped a large book on the floor.” “What, was it old?” “No.” “Did it come out of its binding?” “No.” “Then, what happened?” “It was my first day, and it made a very loud thud when it hit the floor. Mrs. Prescott scolded me since she was standing right next to me.” “SO?” “Then, I walked too fast with the cart, and the wheels began to squeak.” “All of these are offenses?” “To Mrs. Prescott they are.” “Jeez, Sally. I should’ve come sooner. Just quit and leave this soul sucking hell hole.” “No, I…I like it here.” “Sally, I know you’re still a bit troubled by what happened, but that was two months ago! I’ve gotten past it, and so has everyone else. No one even whispers as I walk by anymore.” “I guess we can thank Ms. Clarke for that.” “Yeah, ever since she became Miss Nude County Fair, she’s been the one to get all the attention.” If you remember, Miss Clarke was the one who initially made Sally and Megan strip naked and perform various tasks, but then the girls turned the tables and made the woman the center of attention. “It was kind of mean for you to send her home in that ridiculous outfit.” Megan had made Miss Clarke drive her home naked. She and the woman spent the night in the same house, but in the morning, Miss Clarke had to get back to work. “How was I to know that she would actually fit in my soccer uniform?” Megan had Miss Clarke try on many items of clothing before settling on her old soccer uniform, which fit after much tugging and stretching. The jersey fit snug around the woman’s breasts and didn’t cover her midriff. The shots were glorified bloomers even when Megan originally wore them. On Miss Clarke, they looked like bikini cut panties! It was in this state that she had to drive back to the Fair and strip off once again. “Saying it ‘fit’ is a stretch, if you know what I mean.” “See Sally? You’re already joking around. Let’s get out of here. I have a new job for you.” “Fine. Just let me go over to Mrs. Prescott.” Sally strode over to the old woman sitting behind a lone desk in the darkest corner. She cleared her throat to get the woman’s attention. Mrs. Prescott merely shook the magazine in her hands and continued to quietly read. “Excuse me, Mrs. Prescott?” Sally asked. “What? Oh, Sally. Done, are you?” The woman asked condescendingly. “Well no, but I wanted to –” “Get back to work! You’re not paid to talk.” Mrs. Prescott interrupted. “I quit!” Sally screamed, echoing through the empty aisles of the large building. “You what?” Mrs. Prescott asked. “I…I quit.” Sally repeated. “Fine. Turn in your nametag and uniform. Then you may leave.” Mrs. Prescott said. “My…uniform?” “Yes. Everything off, now.” Sally wracked her brain, but she couldn’t remember ever being issued a uniform. Right now, she wore her usual beige cardigan over a white blouse and black pleated skirt. It made her look the part, but it was hers. “I never had a uniform.” Sally answered. “You LOST your uniform?!” Mrs. Prescott loudly whispered. “Mrs. Prescott, I swear, I don’t know what you’re –” “That blouse and skirt! Take them of, now!” Mrs. Prescott demanded. Megan looked at the two of them incredulously. She wasn’t sure what was going on, but she hoped Sally would just walk out. The woman was clearly senile, or psychotic. “Yes…Yes, Mrs. Prescott.” “Sally, what are you doing?” Megan asked. “Look, she might call the cops, so I should just do as she says.” Sally removed her cardigan, which Megan held on to. Sally undid the buttons on her blouse and quickly removed it as well, revealing her modest white bra that concealed her ample bosom. Next, she grabbed her skirt’s waistband and shoved it down to her ankles before stepping out of it and placing it and her blouse on the desk. “Thank you. You may leave.” Mrs. Prescott smiled. Sally pulled her cardigan back on and closed it as best she could, the sweater reaching only halfway down her pantied rear. Just before they walked out the door, Mrs. Prescott called back to them. They turned around to hear her say one last thing: “If you come back to work here, that will be your uniform, unless you want the video from the surveillance cameras to get out.” The woman grinned. Sally and Megan scoffed and walked out of the library. Sally led her friend to the side alley before speaking. “Sally, I can’t believe you let her do that to you!” “I’m sorry, Megan. I’ve just been so down lately.” “Well, I hope you don’t just ignore my request, but I think I have the perfect job for you.” “Seeing that I can’t work at the library anymore, what did you have in mind?” “Well, I know you’ve been pretty down and I want the old you back. I think the Christmas Pageant will be good for you.” “The CHRISTMAS PAGEANT?!” “Yeah. It’ll get you back out there, so you can reclaim your confidence, and not throw your life away in some menial, dead-end job.” “No way. Not happening. I’d rather be half naked in the library than to be on a stage again.” “You won’t even be on for very long. I’ll be there, too. Look, the part I want you to do doesn’t even require any lines! It’s completely narrated by the Stage Manager.” Megan handed the script to Sally, who looked it over. “So, I’m going to be the angel that tells Mary and Joseph about their son being the Messiah?” “Yep. You’ll be on a harness to fly you around, but all you have to do is wave your arms and smile!” “Well, I’ll think about it.” Sally said, walking away. “Sally, do you need a ride?” Sally shook her head. She had begun to drive and her parents let her borrow the car now that she had a job to go to every night after school. She drove straight home, hoping no one would see her come in the front door. Part 2 The next day after school, Sally found Megan in the auditorium, since the Christmas Pageant was always put on by the drama department. She shyly walked up to the stage and waved to get Megan’s attention. “Hey, Sally! Glad you made it. We were going to begin rehearsals, so if you could go backstage they’ll fit you with the harness.” “Wait, I didn’t even say f I was going to do it.” Sally meekly muttered. “Oh Sally, you wouldn’t be here if you didn’t want to do it!” “Yeah, I guess you’re right.” Sally said, tucking a folded sheet of paper with “why I refuse” on it into her sleeve. “Well, go on back there and strap on that harness! We gotta see if the strong guys operating the thing can handle your weight.” Sally blushed when she heard the comment about handling her weight. She hadn’t gained or lost any weight since she was at the Fair, but she had become much more shy, introverted, and prudish. Megan shook her head at the girl and led her back stage, handing her over to the technical director. “Okay, so this harness will go on your hips. It’s very common, so don’t expect any problems when you’re up in the air. Tat is, if we can get you off the ground. It’s not your fault, sweetie. Don’t get me wrong. It’s that the guys we get to do this stuff, well they aren’t exactly jocks.” Mrs. Hartwell explained, gesturing to the team of six lanky boys. “Okay, so where do I change?” Sally asked. “Oh, dear. This isn’t a dress rehearsal. We don’t have any wardrobe for you to practice in. You didn’t bring any suitable clothes with you?” “I’m sorry. I didn’t know I was supposed to…” Sally trailed off. “Well, it’s okay. We’re all performers here. We’ve seen each other in our underwear, so if you’d just remove that skirt, we can get you into the harness.” Sally blushed, and Megan saw her friend creeping back inside her shell. She rushed over and held Sally’s shoulders to lean in close. “Sally, please don’t withdraw. I know you can fight through it. Just do this for me, okay?” “Okay…” Sally said. Megan walked away and Sally quickly unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it. Mrs. Hartwell fastened the harness onto Sally’s waist and thighs, and gave the boys the signal to raise her up. It was a slow ascend, but they were able to lift her as high as they could anyone else. So, they immediately began to rehearse the beginning of the play. With Sally lifted in the air, she glides from stage left to the center, and the Stage Director says their piece before the scenery changes and Sally is lowered into position. A three-walled cottage set is directly beneath her, so she is lowered into the room, where the students playing Mary and Joseph are lying in a bed. The Stage Director explains the situation and quotes the exchange between both parties as the actors pantomime through it. Soon, Sally is lifted again and flown around the stage, three feet above the ground, which was about eight feet above the floor where the audience would be sitting. She flies over the heads of the standing students rehearsing other scenes, and Sally realizes that they’re getting an unobstructed view of her panties! She yelps and tries to cover herself, but She sees Megan looking at her, and realizes she needs to be brave. She places her hands on her face to try and block out everyone, but when she does, her body pivots forward, making her hang upside down in midair! “Oh my God, Sally! Someone, get her down!” Megan calls out. They lower Sally enough so Megan can right her again. Sally thanks her friend, but she’s still blushing from the accident and her exposure. “I think that’s enough for today. Sally, I’m proud of you.” Megan hugged her friend. Sally returned the hug and walked backstage to get the harness removed and to get dressed. Once done, she and Megan left together as Mrs. Hartwell had everyone else clean up. “So, you think I did okay?” Sally asked. “Up until you decided to point your ass up in the air, you were great!” “So, when is the next rehearsal?” “We’re rehearsing all this week and next, but we probably won’t need you until the end of the week. The Pageant is a week from Saturday, so we still have other things to lock down first.” Megan explained. “Alright. I guess I’ll see you then!” Sally and Megan then parted ways as they went to their cars to drive home. Sally had to explain to her parents that she no longer wanted to work at the library, and to her surprise, they were thrilled! Like Megan, they wanted her to be the old Sally who was ready to take on the world, but now she was introverted to the point that she hardly went out except for school. Sally figured she might as well tell them about being in the Christmas Pageant, seeing their positive reaction to her quitting her old job. To this, they were even more thrilled. She explained her rehearsing schedule, and went about her business, her parents beaming with joy. Part 3 The rest of the week was the similar routine of going to school until Friday came, and Megan had told her to come back for rehearsals. She once again found herself in the auditorium where everyone was in groups, going over their respective scenes and trying to get their performances and timing right. This time, Sally had come prepared, dressing in a t-shirt and tight spandex shorts. Mrs. Hartwell greeted the girl. “Ahh, Sally. Thank you for coming back. I wasn’t sure how you’d feel after your little spill last time.” The woman said. “Oh, thanks. I wasn’t too sure myself, since I hadn’t done anything that elaborate before. I’m here now, so what do you want me to do?” “Oh, you won’t be in the harness today, you’ll need to be fitted for your costume. Head over to Rachel and the others in wardrobe. They’ll get you sorted.” Sally nodded and headed to the wardrobe room. On the way, Megan caught up to her. “Hey. So I guess they’ll be taking your measurements today?” Megan asked. “Yep. I’ll try to find you when I’m done.” “Ok. See you later.” Sally walked through the curtains leading to the wardrobe “room”, which was a makeshift tent with just four curtained partitions in the corner of the auditorium. It was meant to serve as a satellite meeting place since the actual wardrobe was kept in a large closet offstage. In order for them to conduct meetings about costume design, tailoring, and measurements, they needed an actual space to do it. It was here that Sally walked in to see a group of four girls and one boy. Two girls were sitting at a desk drawing while the boy was pinning fabric to a dummy. The other girl looked to be supervising, which meant that she was Rachel. “Rachel, right?” Sally asked the lone girl. “That’s right. You must be Sally. I must apologize, but we are in a bit of a hurry. We took the other actors’ measurements earlier in the week, but we need yours before we can get started on making your costume. We’ve started on the other leads, but we need to have all the costumes done in time for the dress rehearsal a week from now.” Rachel explained. “Okay, so what do I need to do?” Sally asked. “Gretchen, Julie, show her what you’ve got.” Rachel ordered. The two girls by the desk picked up a small stack of papers and stood in front of Sally. After they quickly greeted each other, they handed the papers to Sally. “These are all of our ideas for your costume. Now, I’m not sure how cute, demure, or sexy you want to be, so we have a few choices for you.” Gretchen explained. Sally looked at the first page. It was a simple white dress: thin shoulder straps, tight skirt that went to her shin. It wasn’t exactly eye-popping, so she flipped to the next one. It was a very cute, Cinderella-style dress. Again, it was white, but with a hoop skirt, a lacy bodice and puffy sleeves meant to be worn off the shoulder. Sally thought it was too ostentatious for her taste, so she flipped to the next one. “This one’s our favorite.” Julie pointed out. It was a backless white gown, v-shaped ribbing on the bodice gave it more dimensionality. The skirt was light as it draped, but flared outward and had layers of white lace on top of it to give it a shimmering lightness that made it look like she was floating. “I like it, too. But I’m not too sure about it being backless.” Sally said. “It will be fine. We’re designing the bodice so that it has a solid structure. It won’t fall away from you or fall down.” Gretchen explained. “No possibility for wardrobe malfunctions!” Julie added. Sally nodded and blushed. She smiled at the two girls and agreed to wear it. “Great! Now, we’ll need your measurements. Please strip naked.” The boy ordered. “What?!” Sally asked. “Oh, don’t worry. That’s Bosco. He’s gay. He takes measurements for all of the actors. At least, all of the girls. He’s creeped out a few of the guys who come back here.” “What? I only told Michael I thought his ass looked better than Brad Pitt’s! It’s not my fault he couldn’t take a compliment. The other boys…I have no comment. I can be…over confident sometimes.” Boris commented before gesturing for Sally to proceed. Sally gulped, not exactly prepared to bare all in front of a bunch of her classmates whether they were interested in seeing her bits or not. She took off her shoes and socks before placing them to the side. She then pulled her shirt off and placed it on a coat rack nearby. She looked down and realized her shorts were very tight. She had to wiggle a bit in order to get them off, but she persevered. However, the next big step was to take her bra off. “Are you sure I have to take this off?” Sally asked. “Since the bodice is backless, you won’t be wearing a bra anyways. Plus, with the way we’re making the bodice, it needs to fit you almost like a second skin.” Gretchen explained. Sally sighed and unclasped her bra and let it fall to her wrists before hanging it up as well.  “Panties too?” Sally asked. “I think we’ll be giving you a thong to wear underneath, so you can wear the harness, tights, and have room for underwear.” Julie answered. “Yeah, so we can’t have anything messing up out measurements.” Gretchen added. Sally took a deep breath and pushed her panties to the floor and hung them up with the rest of her clothes. “Alright then, let’s get started.” Boris commented. First, he wrapped his tape measure around her wrist, forearm, upper arm, and around her shoulders. She then had Sally lift her arms up so he could measure the distance from her shoulder to her nipples. He then wrapped the tape around her chest and had her relax her arms before measuring her bust and chest size. Her hard nipples were a bit of a hindrance, which made Sally blush as well as swallow to keep herself from moaning. “Didn’t think they were THAT big! Nice, Sally.” Rachel complimented on her bust size, which made the naked girl blush. Next, Boris measured the length of her arms and the length from her neck to her bellybutton. Sally gasped as the cold tape brushed against her breasts, but calmed down as he wrapped the tape around her waist, then hips. He measure the length of her legs, then wrapped the tape around each ankle, thigh, and calf. He then measured the length from her hip to her knee, and from her knee to her ankle. “Sorry if you think I’m being too thorough. Really, we need to take into account how things drape, and if we make one layer too long or too short, it will look completely different.” Boris explained. Next, her feet were measured for shoes. Boris lifted a foot and measured from the heel to her longest toe before repeating the process on the other foot. Of course, this meant that Sally had to balance on one foot, and the way her leg had to bend meant that her most private place was on show. Sally wanted to cover up, but she needed her arms out for balance. She was thankful that the ordeal was short, and they thanked her for her patience. Sally quickly got dressed and thanked them for making sure they worked quickly and yet did everything right. She waved to them and left the room to find Megan. Part 4 Over the weekend, Sally fantasized about what her costume would look like. The drawings they showed her were amazing, but how would they compare to the real thing? A school’s budget can’t possibly afford something completely extravagant, so would it even look similar? Sally couldn’t wait! Come Monday, Sally was anticipating the first dress rehearsal with great interest. She actually had to fight to keep from bolting out of her last class. Finally, after the bell, Sally walked as fast as she dared to avoid getting reprimanded by the staff. She found herself in the auditorium just five minutes past the hour. Only a few students were there, but she was able to find Megan as well as Boris and Mrs. Hartwell. She strode over to them and asked if her dress was completed yet. “Oh, it’s mostly done. You can wear it for rehearsals today, just to make sure we have everything done correctly. The fit, the way it moves, and the way it looks on stage all factor into whatever changes we may make before the big day. Boris will show you what he has for you.” Mrs. Hartwell explained. Boris nodded and gestured Sally to follow him back to the wardrobe room she’d been inside on Friday. Once inside, Boris had Sally wait as he rummaged around to get her dress. In a minute, Boris held her dress by a hanger and held the skirt out as he did a spin before handing it to her. “Boris, it’s amazing! I know it’s not finished, but it looks better than I thought possible!” sally gushed. She was right to, since it seemed the dress was made from satin, wit the bodice trimmed in lace to give it some depth without making it too busy or gaudy. The skirt didn’t have the lace on it yet, but it still looked amazing, with the skirt looking light and cute. “Well, you’ll have to try it on!” Boris piped in. Sally arose from her reverie and smiled at Boris, who turned around. Sally took off her shirt and jeans, and remembered to remove her bra as well. After she placed these items on a nearby chair, she stood up o find Boris holding out something small and lacy. “I almost forgot. The thong we talked about. You’ll need to wear it, or else the harness would be too visible.” Boris commented. Sally clasped a hand to hr chest as he startled her, but she made no attempt to cover herself since Boris wasn’t interested in her body. She thanked Boris and quickly changed out of her underwear. After pulling n the thong, she was amazed that it fit so well. It wasn’t too tight or loose. She barely felt it on her at all. “I hope I don’t forget I’m wearing them!” Sally said to herself. The girl finally addressed her dress. Removing it from the hanger, she tried to figure out if she should step into it or drape it over herself. As she turned the gown over and over trying to figure it out, Megan walked in. “Hey, you ready yet – Oh! Sorry, Sally. I’ll give you a moment!” Megan yelped in surprise. “Actually, could you help me put this on?” Sally asked. Megan smiled and stretched her arms out in front of her to take the dress away from Sally. She held it above her head and let Sally slip underneath, holding her arms straight up as the dress brushed past her bare torso. Sally was entranced by the white material as the bodice hit her waist and wouldn’t go any further. Megan let go, and the skirt pooled around her. Sally was adjusting the bodice to make sure her breasts were contained, and was surprised at how snug yet comfortable it was. The skirt was lighter than she’d thought from looking at the material, but when she felt it, she realized it was a cheap material meant to shimmer like silk. “It’s a polyester blend. I found it makes a thinner sheet that isn’t sheer, even in the intense lighting on stage. It should feel very light, and even after I add the lace, it shouldn’t feel too heavy on your hips.” Boris explained. “Wait, it looks like it’s been damaged! There’s a hole right near my hip!” Sally cried. “Oh, Don’t worry! There’s another on the opposite side. They’re for your harness. The cords have to attach somewhere, and if they attach under your skirt, the cords will hold your skirt up. This way, the loops on the harness can poke through, and the cords can be attached without bunching up your skirt and possibly exposing you.” Boris explained. “Yes, all the actors have these holes if they have to wear a harness. It’s just the norm.” Megan added. Sally smiled and nodded. Boris then gave her a set of stay-up stockings and her shoes. “These look lovely too, Boris. You’ve really outdone yourself!” Megan commented. Sally only smiled. She never had worn anything so pretty, so she was enjoying how they looked, not believing that she was going to wear them. Boris cleared his throat, and Sally was brought back down to Earth. She placed the shoes on the floor and went about pulling the stockings up her legs. They stopped at mid-thigh, and were just as comfortable as her thong. They stayed in place, but they weren’t very constricting. She hopped a few steps to test their stay-up quality before stepping into her shoes. Sally was in awe of how well they fit. Every contour of her foot was nicely encased and she didn’t feel much discomfort at all. “Boris, can I keep these afterward?” Sally asked, half-seriously. “They are beautiful, but the school policy is that any wardrobe has to stay in the wardrobe closet. However, I’m not sure how many girls would fit them. I’ll see about if you can keep that dress too.” Boris said, to Sally’s surprise. “Don’t make her too happy, Boris. She might not be able to focus on her performance.” Megan commented, leading Sally out of the room. Once again, Sally had to go over to the stage technicians and have them strap her into a harness. However, Sally realized that this was very different from the first time. Back then, she was wearing full cut panties, but now she was wearing a very small thong. She was thankful she had shaved herself bare, or some would be peeking out. What made her current position more odd was that she had to hold her skirt up for them to put the harness on, which made her feel a bit exposed in addition to her thong. When they were done, she lowered her skirt, blushing a deep pink. They fed the loops through the holes in her dress and clipped the cords to it. The cords were pulled taut, and Sally saw what Boris had meant earlier about the cords pulling her skirt up if it weren’t for the holes. With them being exactly where they are, her dress was able to flow freely as she was lifted into the air and flown around the stage and over the audience. “Sally, you need to look like you’re flying. Lean forward and have your arms spread out.” Mrs. Hartwell commented. Sally immediately complied. Her body pivoted forward, making it look as if she was Super Girl or something. She spread her arms to mimic fling like a bird. As they had her circle the stage, she felt almost like she was a bird or superhero, flying around. However, disaster struck when, like the previous rehearsal, Sally suddenly dipped too far forward and she swiveled until she was upside down. Sally’s arms were now dangling limply, pointed at the ground. Unfortunately, Sally began to feel the air on more than her arms and face! She didn’t even need to look far, as right under her chin, her bare breasts had slipped free of her bodice, exposing them to everyone there! Sally screamed as she covered them with her arms, but when she wiggled her legs, she became acutely aware that her skirt was now bunched at her waist, making her thong-ed bottom bared to everyone as well! Sally moaned in frustration as she waited for someone to let her down or help her. “Sally, you need to learn how to right yourself. It’s easy, just swing your arms up and down, like the reverse of being on a swing. It will change your momentum, and hopefully make you right-side up again.” Mrs. Hartwell ordered. “But…my boobs!” Sally called out. “It’s fine. Bare breasts on stage is nothing new. You have nothing that everyone hasn’t already seen from someone else!” the woman replied. Sally, dejectedly, removed her arms from her chest and began swinging them like she was told. It made for an entertaining display, as her arms swinging caused her bare breasts to sway. Fortunately for her, Sally was able to right herself and stuff her breasts back inside the dress, as well as make sure her skirt was covering her again. “I originally designed it to be worn with her standing upright. I had no idea she would end up upside down in that dress.” Boris commented. “I’m not blaming you, Boris. It seems we have to re-think her dress, the harness, or both. Clearly, she’s a little too top heavy.” Mrs. Hartwell commented. Sally blushed. She’d never had anyone refer to her breasts like that since the Fair. She wasn’t exactly voluptuous, but her breasts were a bit large for her body. They were the main reason boys always found it difficult to look her in the eye, especially in that dress.  “Well, I think we’re done for today. Sally, you can get changed. I’ll discuss the changes with Boris, and hopefully everything will be ready for Friday night. Either I or Megan will tell you the time and if you need to bring anything with you like makeup or clothes.” Mrs. Hartwell explained. Sally walked back inside the wardrobe room and removed all the clothing, including the thong, stockings and shoes. She draped them on the nearby chair, when she realized that’s where she’d left her clothes before. Sally was about to ask for help when from behind her, she heard… “Looking for these?” Part 5 Sally turned around to see Megan holding her clothes! She went to take them, but Megan pulled the pile away. Megan smiled before handing them to Sally. “Just kidding. I just couldn’t resist seeing your naked body again.” Megan said as Sally began to get dressed. “You know, you’re the only one I think I can tolerate seeing me naked.” Sally commented. “Wow, lucky me.” Megan flirted. “Stop! You’re making me blush.” Sally whined. “There’s the girl I used to know! You wanna hang out?” “Sorry. I have a test tomorrow. Rain check?” “Sure. Hopefully after the pageant, we can do something.” Sally smiled and they parted ways once again, at least until the night of the pageant. The week flew by, and Sally was starting to feel like herself again. Word spread around that she was going to be in the pageant, and it got many students’ attention. As soon as Friday rolled around, all of Sally’s classmates were curious as to what she would be doing, seeing as she had been reclusive for over a month. The pageant was Friday night, and Sally had to go home and make sure she was showered and her face was clean and her hair was ready to be styled. However, she spent so long, she didn’t notice it was time to go until it was thirty minutes to curtain! Sally was wearing only her bra and panties, and now had to leave without being late. She grabbed a coat, knowing she’d have to change once she got there anyways, and she hopped in her car, speeding to the school. Megan was wondering what was keeping Sally. They were already in the middle of sound check, and they had to test the rigging system for her flying. Fifteen minutes to curtain, a stage technician donned the harness and allowed himself to be hoisted up by the others. They swung him around to make sure it would hold, but then disaster struck! A clip on one side of the harness broke, leading to the poor boy dangling by his right hip. They let him down, but Mrs. Hartwell had to make a decision. “We don’t have any more harnesses?” she asked. “Sorry, Ma’am. The school can’t afford more than one. It was a matter of time before it had to be replaced.” A stage tech answered. “Then, we’ll have to improvise.” Mrs. Hartwell concluded. A weightlifting belt was fitted with a carabiner, which hooked onto both cords. It wasn’t ideal, and it had a habit of making the person flying twirl accidentally, but it was all they could do. “It’ll have to do.” Mrs. Hartwell said. Meanwhile, Sally arrived and ran straight to the hair and makeup stall, where Megan found her. “It’s about time. I hope you can get into costume quick enough.” Megan said. Sally waved her friend off as the makeup person finished applying pink lip gloss. Sally stood up, her hair straightened to give herself an innocent natural beauty. She went to the wardrobe booth and removed her coat. Seeing Boris there, she removed the rest of her clothes and waited for Boris to hand her the thong. While she waited, she pulled on the stockings and heels. The boy slid across the floor towards Sally with a strained look on his face. “Oh, I’m so sorry, babe. Ever since we moved everything from that stall out there to in here, I’ve been misplacing things. It seems your thong was one of them.” Boris explained. “Couldn’t I wear my panties, then?” Sally asked. “I’m afraid not. There’s been a change with the flying harness, so I don’t know if it will work. Could you on without? The room is dark enough that even if you hover over someone, they won’t be ale to see anything but a shadow.” Boris explained. Sally crossed her arms around her chest as she tried to decide. “We don’t have time for this! Just give her the dress!” Mrs. Hartwell droned behind Sally. The naked Sally gasped as she realized the woman was seeing her naked backside, but didn’t dare turn around and expose even more to the woman. Boris quickly removed the dress off the hanger and handed it to Sally, who pulled it over her head. Once it was situated properly, she was ushered to the side of the stage where they were going to attach the cord to the carabiner. On the way, Mrs. Hartwell noticed something wrong with Sally’s dress. “Oh, dear. It seems Boris forgot the late changes that had to be made. Not matter. I’ll go get the belt. Just one thing has to be done.” Mrs. Hartwell said, taking out a small, sharp knife. She estimated where the carabiner would stick out, which would be in the middle of her lower back, just below her waist. It was here that she made a vertical cut an inch long. Seeing the hole wasn’t frayed or about to tear, Mrs. Hartwell nodded and left. Sally thought she felt something shift underneath her dress, but it was too dark to see. As she waited, two stage techs came out of the shadows and informed her that it was time to get ready. “Oh, but Mrs. Harwell…” Sally began, but was cut off. “There’s no time to wait. We have to get you out there!” Said one. “I can’t find the carabiner!” Said the other. “They might have sewed it into the costume. Just find a hole that will support it!” the first one called back. Sally heard something click behind her, and the two stage techs left. The pageant had begun! Part 6 Sally heard Megan’s voice echo through the auditorium, followed by the loudest applause she’d ever heard! The entire place must’ve been packed! She steeled her nerves and braced for the moment she was to make her entrance. Soon, she felt her feet leave the ground, and she found herself being whisked onto the stage, into the bright spotlight! A small gasp echoed through the room as everyone gazed upon Sally’s outfit. In her haste, Mrs. Hartwell had inadvertently cut the waistband to the polyester-blend skirt. With the way it was designed, the skirt loosened, and couldn’t stay attached to the bodice! It was lying in a pool backstage! The only thing covering her from the waist down besides her stockings and heels was a thin layer of glittering lace! Fortunately for Sally, she didn’t notice that the audience was able to plainly see her exposed mound. “Oh, no! Everyone can see her…everything! What happened?” Mrs. Hartwell asked. The stage techs held up her ruined skirt and explained what must’ve happened. “Wait, so you hooked the cord to her bodice?” “It was made of metal, so I assumed it was a carabiner.” One of them said. “So now, all of her weight is being held up by that bodice?” Mrs. Hartwell asked, just to clarify. “That’s correct, miss. At least she’s still completely ignorant to her exposure.” The other tech said. Soon, it was time for Sally to swing out around the audience. As she whipped around, Sally felt the wind on her legs , but didn’t look down when she heard gasps and seeing a few camera flashes. She assumed that they were marveling at her amazing dress or the technological feat of having her soar around the room. However, many were treated to near gynecological views as she passed them over head. It came to the part where she was to speak to Mary and Joseph, explaining the gift that their son would be. As she was slowly moved into position, Sally began to rotate around, so she was facing away from the two “parents”. She had to be lowered as Megan was delivering the dialogue for dramatic effect, but the audience thought it funny that Sally the angel was speaking to Mary and Joseph while showing her bare bottom. Sally wasn’t sure why she heard giggles, but she tried to keep her face toward the audience, to make sure they knew she was still invested In the role. Her trip was to end hovering over Baby Jesus’s bed, to give her blessing and welcome the newborn into the world. However, Sally’s weight shifted, and slipped out from under her bodice! Her arms were pushed up, and she fell five feet into the crib, naked! A collective gasp went up throughout the room, not sure what they were seeing. However, the actors on stage took it to mean that the spirit of the angel had been born inside Jesus. So, they grasped the crib as they would have originally, but instead hugged Sally as they would have the Baby Jesus doll she’d landed on. “And so, with the angel’s blessing, our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ, was welcomed into the world. Merry Christmas, and God Bless us, everyone!” Megan proclaimed, ending the pageant. Sally was beside herself. She had landed on the plastic Baby Jesus, but now she found herself with her legs spread, being shown to everyone in the auditorium. Students, teachers, parents, and various relatives were seeing her naked body! If anything, this was worse than anything she’d went through at the Fair. All of these people, she had to see every day or interact with around town. She couldn’t possibly face any of them now! Sally’s breathing began to quicken, as she saw the audience being to cheer and she saw the lecherous smiles on everyone’s faces, recording every detail of her naked flesh with their eyes. She was relieved when the curtain went down, but she was startled when Megan was at her side, shaking her. “Sally! Sally, are you okay? Are you hurt? Are you embarrassed? Do you know you’re naked?” Megan asked, words coming out like a machine gun. Sally only stared blankly ahead, not quite knowing how to deal with what had happened. “Sally, I know you’re scared, but you weren’t so shy at the Fair. Did everything that happened there really change you? I just can’t believe my best friend would become so reserved. You used to have a thirst for life. Now you’re just stuck on autopilot, being pushed around. Please, I want my friend back!” Megan said, tears welling up in her eyes. “Megan…” Sally said finally. “Sally, I…I love you.” Megan hugged her friend, but was surprised to hear a small whimper from Sally. “What did you say?” Megan asked. “It…It’s not, I mean…I’m not scared, or embarrassed. That’s not why I’ve kept to myself.” Sally said. “Then, why?” Megan asked. “It’s because the attention makes me hot!” Sally moaned. Megan looked down to see Sally furiously rubbing her crotch with one hand while thrusting the fingers of her other hand inside her. She was awestruck at this turn of events, and thought of the only thing to do: She began to kiss Sally. Both were so engrossed in the moment, that they’d forgotten the customary curtain call. Everyone had gone out to take a bow, but since Sally and Megan were backstage, the stage techs decided to raise the curtain, revealing the two girls in the throes of passion. One bare naked pleasuring herself, while the other remained clothed but was making out with her furiously. “Ladies and gentlemen, the stars of tonight’s performance: Megan Malone and Sally Shaeffer!” Mrs. Hartwell announced. Neither girl looked up to acknowledge their audience, but instead made sure they all knew the nature of their recently-evolved relationship! THE END

Showing Off at the Mall byShowOffSlut© Ok, I admit it, I'm an exhibitionist - I love to show my body off, especially my legs, my butt, and my pussy. It gets me excited to get dressed up in slutty, revealing clothes and flaunt my assets in public. I guess it all started with teasing boys when I was in high school. I often wore short skirts and whenever I did, I noticed that lots of guys would try to look up my skirt whenever they got the chance. Some of my friends thought that guys who did this were perverts, and it weirded them out, but I found that it actually turned me on when I realized that a guy was looking up my skirt trying to see my panties. It made me feel sexy, and as a result, I started letting guys see my panties on purpose, although at first I tried to make it seem like an accident. Sometimes I'd purposely drop one of my books while I was walking up the stairs in front of an unsuspecting guy. I'd wait until he was right behind me and then I'd bent down to pick up the book giving him a perfect view of my panties from just a foot or two away. It made me feel very naughty inside, but I'd just pick up the book innocently, and continue walking up the stairs like I had no idea what a show I'd just given him. Every time I did something like this I got a tingling sensation in my pussy and the more I did it, the more I realized how hot it made me.  By the time I got to college I was hooked on showing off my body and I couldn't have stopped myself if I wanted to ... which I didn't. It didn't take long to figure out that most guys are voyeurs at heart and it excited me to be able to stimulate their fantasies. It wasn't hard to tell that they liked looking at me, and the more they enjoyed my shows, the more excited I got by letting them look at my panties.  Because I was enjoying myself so much I was constantly looking for new ways to turn guys on even more. I learned a LOT about guys fantasies and fetishes by spending many hours on-line visiting sites that catered to people who were into voyeurism, exhibitionism, and other fetishes. This site, Literotica, quickly became my favorite. Guys, I soon came to realize, have fantasies and fetishes about just about everything, and although many of their most common fetishes had little in common with mine, lots of others did. I spent a lot of time reading some of the thousands of stories from the "V&E" and "Fetish" story areas of Literotica and one of the most common guy-fetishes that I found was a fetish for women's panties. I knew from my own experiences that guys like to look at a girl's panties, but the literotica fetish stories showed me that their fantasies went WAY beyond just looking at them. Because I was looking for new and even better ways to turn guys on, much of what I learned here turned out to be very useful information for me.  Literotica is full of panty fetish stories and reading them showed me what a powerful sexual stimulant a pair of my panties could be to the right guy. A lot of girls would probably be weirded out by a guy with a fetish for her panties, but for whatever reason, the whole idea really turned me on. Just the thought of a guy rubbing my panties all over his face, inhaling the scent of my pussy, licking my juices off the crotch, and then rubbing my panties all over his dick until he shoots his cum all over them excited me in ways that I can't even begin to describe in words. I couldn't wait to find a guy with a panty fetish and be his panty slut! I'd been flashing my panties to unsuspecting guys for several years now, and if I do say so myself, I'd become pretty good at it, so it didn't take me long to figure out how to identify a guy with a panty fetish. I could see it in their eyes. Most guys who were lucky enough to get a long, lingering view under one of my short skirts got a look in their eyes that appeared to be a combination of surprise, followed by apprehension. Although these guys generally took the opportunity to enjoy the view, they often appeared shy or embarrassed when they looked up and saw me looking right into their eyes, and at that point, most of them would look away. However, about one out of every five guys reacted very differently. The look in their eyes can only be described as one of total LUST - the same look you might expect if you slowly waved a big glass of cold water in the face of a man who had just spent three days in the desert. These men didn't just want to look at my panties, their eyes told me that they wanted to devour them. These were the men that I was looking for because I knew that I could make their wildest sexual fantasies, and mine too, come true. In college, with no inhibiting parents around, I had total freedom, so in an effort to help identify likely panty fetish candidates I got bolder with the things that I did to show off my body and turn guys on. I shortened the hems of many of my already very short skirts. Whenever possible I wore thigh high stockings instead of pantyhose. I began buying special panties, specifically for showing off. I bought several pairs of sheer white panties that were almost totally see-thru so when a guy got a good look up my skirt, he could not only see my panties, but he could actually see my pussy underneath. Somehow wearing see-thru panties seemed sexier, or maybe naughtier, than not wearing any panties at all. One day while I was alone in my apartment I put a large mirror on the floor in my bedroom and stood over it so that I could get a better idea of the view that I was giving the guys. My thought was that if I knew exactly what they were seeing, I could do a better job showing my panties and my pussy to them. I was wearing one of my "showoff outfits" as I called them. A very short light blue plaid "schoolgirl skirt", a pair of sheer white panties, and a pair of strappy sandals with four inch heels. I leaned the mirror at an angle against a chair and stood in front of it with my back to the mirror. I placed my feet about a foot apart, bent over at the waist, and looked back over my shoulder to see what I looked like. I had to admit that the view of my ass, only partially hidden by my nearly transparent panties, was awesome. With my feet that far apart anyone behind me would have a great view, not only of my tight butt, but of much of my pussy as well. I could clearly see my pussy lips pressed against the silky sheer fabric, and as I stood there staring at myself, I realized that I could see a wet spot forming on my panties. "Wow, that looks pretty hot!" I thought to myself as I stood over the mirror looking back at my pussy. "Now I know why guys like to look up my skirt!" But as I stood there and continued to check myself out, I realized that something I couldn't put my finger on wasn't quite right. I turned around so that I was facing the mirror, and spread my legs a little wider. I put the mirror flat on the floor and stood directly over it. For several minutes I looked at myself from every conceivable angle until I finally I realized what was wrong - my blonde pubic hair was partially concealing my pussy lips, hiding them from view. It only took about ten seconds of searching for solutions to my dilemma before I came to the obvious conclusion: "I know, I'll shave my pussy" I said right out loud as I stood over the mirror staring at my pussy through one layer of extremely transparent silk fabric and a second layer of silky, blonde hair. As soon as I said it, I felt my pussy start to tingle, and I knew that I'd just figured out how to take my exhibitionism to an even higher, more exciting level. I couldn't wait to shave myself! I went immediately to the bathroom, turned on the hot water to fill the tub, and got my razor and shaving gel ready. As I stood in the bathroom waiting for the tub to fill I began to wonder exactly how I should go about the task of shaving. I'd never shaved my entire pussy before, and quite frankly I didn't quite know where or how to begin, and I sure didn't want to make any mistakes! The most shaving I'd ever done down there was shaving my bikini line in preparation for a summer at the beach wearing my skimpy bikinis, but this was a whole different thing. I knew from shaving my legs that it's easier to get a close shave, and you're less likely to get razor burn if you soak in the tub for a while and let the hot water soften the hair, so that's how I decided to begin. After removing my showoff outfit I set my razor and the can of shaving gel on the rim of the tub and climbed into the warm water. I was so excited at the prospect of shaving my pussy bare that I had to exercise considerable willpower to overcome the urge to begin shaving immediately.  I soaked in the warm water for about 10 minutes, and then I just couldn't wait any longer. I didn't really know where to begin, but starting at the top sounded reasonable so that's what I did. First I got out of the tub and sat on the edge so that my pussy was out of the water, then I squirted a good size glob of shaving gel into my left hand and rubbed it into the triangle of hair above my slit. I figured if I was going to make a mistake, it was better to have it happen here than in the area around my clit and my pussy lips. Once I was all lathered up I began shaving, or should I say, I attempted to begin shaving. I say attempted because the razor immediately got clogged with hair even though it appeared that I hadn't removed a thing. I dunked the razor in the water to rinse the hair out and tried again with the same result - another instant clog. Even worse than the clog was the fact that I could tell that I was getting razor burn, and I'd hardly even started the job.  Quickly it dawned on me that I was using the same razor that I had already used to shave my legs several times and, being the delicate operation that it was, the task at hand probably warranted a brand new, very sharp razor. Fortunately I had plenty of new razors so I grabbed several from the cabinet and picked up the job where I left off.  The sharp razor solved the problem of razor burn, but it did nothing for the problem of instant clogging, so after 10 minutes of work I still had about 95% of my pussy hair and I concluded that this just wasn't going to work. I thought about it for a while, and then I realized that the razor was getting clogged because my hair was so long that it was getting trapped in the small space between the blades. "Maybe I should cut most of it off with scissors first?" I thought to myself.  So I got out of the tub and hunted around the apartment until I found a small pair of sewing scissors which, luckily enough, were actually pretty sharp. I sat back down on the edge of the tub and started snipping away, cutting my hair as short as possible without risking cutting my skin, or worse yet, my lips! If you've never done this before, believe me, it is a very painstaking process, but I took my time and slowly but surely I trimmed everything down until it was only about an eighth of an inch long. Once I had trimmed everything above my slit, I got back in the tub and soaked for a few more minutes. Then I sat back on the rim, lathered myself up again with shaving gel, and started over. What a difference! I tentatively took the first stroke on the left side starting at the top of my triangle and the razor glided almost effortlessly through the lather all the way to the top of my slit without clogging.  "Ahhh, finally!" I sighed.  I looked at the exposed skin where the lather had been removed and virtually every hair was gone. I rubbed my finger up and down the newly bare strip, and although it wasn't totally smooth, it was very close.  I repeated the process until my entire triangle was bare, then rinsed off the remaining lather and inspected my handiwork. A little rough in a couple of spots, but no razor burn, and no nicks or cuts. Now that I was making progress I was getting excited and I wanted to do a perfect job so I squirted another ribbon of gel onto my nearly smooth mound, lathered up, and went over the entire area again, this time going "against the grain" very slowly and carefully. The result was amazing! My pussy was so smooth that I couldn't stop running my fingers over it. It felt so different, so sensuous, so naughty! I loved it, and I knew that I'd made the right decision! But still, I was only half way done, and I knew that the harder part was still to come. Now that it was time to attack the lower half, I realized that I was faced with a new problem - I couldn't see what I was doing. I knew that the first thing that I had to do was trim all the remaining hair with the scissors, but since I have rather large, protruding pussy lips, I wasn't about to just start snipping away down there unless I could see exactly what I was snipping! Looking at myself in the mirror on the floor was what had started this whole erotic process to begin with, and it turned out to be the solution to this problem as well. I took the vanity mirror from above the sink and placed it on the floor beside the tub. Then I stood over the mirror and put my right foot on the rim of the tub. I could see perfectly, and although I still had to work slowly and be careful, I had no trouble trimming the remaining hair from around my lips and all the way back to my little pink asshole. Once the second trimming process was complete I spread more shaving gel and rubbed it all around my pussy lips and back to my asshole until the entire area was covered in creamy white lather. As soon as I started shaving this area I realized that a somewhat different technique was going to be required here because the skin is looser than it is in the upper triangle area. I had to spread my legs wide and pull my pussy lips to one side with one hand to keep the skin tight while I shaved the opposite side. Once I got the hang of it, it really wasn't difficult though. In fact, it was actually very erotic and I could feel myself beginning to get wet again.  First I shaved the entire area on the right side of my pussy using long, slow strokes as I held my lips to the left side. Each pass of the razor exposed another small expanse of smooth, hairless skin and in a couple of minutes I was done with the right side. I repeated the process on the other side, quickly removing all the fine, blonde hair to the left of my pussy lips. Then I washed off the small amount of lather that remained and inspected my handiwork in the mirror. It looked great! Not a nick or a cut anywhere. Now all I had to do was finish the area around my asshole. For a moment, as I stood there looking at myself in the mirror, I considered leaving well enough alone. I have almost no hair there anyway, and what little there is so light and fine that it really wouldn't be very noticeable. But I was having such a good time and I wanted the job to be perfect, so I squirted another glob of shaving gel into my hand, spread my legs a little wider and lathered up the area around my asshole.  I must have looked somewhat ridiculous bent over at the waist with one foot up on the rim of the tub, looking down at a mirror between my legs, spreading my cheeks apart with one hand while I ran the razor very carefully all around my little pink anus, but ridiculous or not, it worked and soon the entire job was complete. Although my entire pussy was now totally smooth, and there was no hint of razor burn, I decided to apply some baby oil, just to be safe. I found a bottle in the bathroom cabinet, squirted about a tablespoon into my left hand and began massaging it into my bald mound. The sensation was incredible! My skin was so soft and smooth that I couldn't keep my hands off my pussy. And it looked amazing! The baby oil made my skin glisten in a very erotic way that provided the perfect finishing touch. As I stood over the mirror staring at my glistening, bald pussy, rubbing baby oil all over myself, it took all my willpower to keep from masturbating. I loved how my pussy looked and I had never felt so completely exposed in all my life. Now that I was done with what turned out to be a surprisingly enjoyable and erotic task, I couldn't wait to get out of my apartment and show my smooth pussy to some unsuspecting guy. After giving the matter a little thought I decided that the mall in a large town about 15 miles from the University would be an ideal location since it would likely be filled with early evening shoppers on their way home from work. I had about an hour to get ready so I took my time choosing the appropriate outfit, putting on a little makeup, and doing my hair. First of all I decided that the short plaid skirt and sheer white panties that I had been wearing earlier would be perfect for the occasion so I stepped into the skirt, zipped it up, stepped into the panties and slid them up over my hips. With my skirt and panties back on I couldn't resist the temptation to bend over and take another look at myself in the mirror that I had left on the floor.  "Perfect" was the only word that came to mind. It was almost like I was naked under my skirt but somehow the veil of nearly transparent white fabric made the view of my hairless pussy seem even more naughty than if I hadn't been wearing any panties at all. With no hair left to hide them, my pussy lips were clearly visible, and if I looked very closely, I could even see my pink little asshole. A surge of sexual excitement washed over me and I couldn't wait to get to the mall and show off my see-thru panties and my bald pussy! To go with my "schoolgirl" skirt I chose a thin white top that leaves most of my midriff exposed, showing off my bellybutton ring in the front, and the very elegant geometric tattoo on my lower back. My breasts aren't very big, but they're perfectly shaped, so I almost never wear a bra and the tight white top clung to my breasts and highlighted my nipples perfectly. Now, what to do with my hair? I stood in front of the mirror for several minutes looking at my hair from several angles and finally decided that a ponytail would be an appropriate way to complete the schoolgirl look. I gathered my long, straight, blonde hair up in the back with my left hand, wrapped an elastic hair band around it to hold it in place, and finally tied it up with a small white bow. I had to admit that the whole outfit looked very sexy. The drive to the mall took about half an hour and with each passing minute, I got more and more excited. By the time I arrived I could tell that there was a large wet spot on my panties. "I think the guys will like that!" I thought as I smiled mischievously. My ponytail is bouncing up and down as I enter the mall. My skirt is so short that it almost allows the very bottom of the cheeks of my ass to be seen when it hangs straight down, and I'm quite sure that it's even more revealing when it flips up and down as I walk. I look down at my breasts and confirm that my nipples are clearly outlined by the thin, white cotton of my tight halter top.  Numerous people glance at me and I can tell I am making an impression. A group of teenage boys at the video arcade stops to watch me as I walk by. I'm so excited and feeling especially naughty so I stop and smile at them. Then I turn so that my back is facing them and I bend over to fix the strap on my sandal. My skirt hardly covers my cheeks when I'm standing, but when I bend over, I know that I'm giving them a completely unobstructed view of my nearly bare ass, although they're probably a little too far away to see the wet spot on my panties. I look back at them between my legs. As I expected, they're staring at my cute butt under my thin white panties but I just slowly fix my strap and pretend that I have no clue of the show that I'm giving them. Finally, after I've given them a long, lingering view up my skirt, I stand up, and continue walking away from them. I suspect that they're still staring at me and this makes me even more excited so I turn my head, look over my shoulder, and smile at them again, leaving them to wonder if I did it on purpose or not.  A little old lady and her husband also caught my little accidental exhibition. She looks shocked, but he looks like he's about to have a heart attack, although the smile on his face tells me that he would die a happy man if he did. I walk around the mall for five or ten minutes until I come to the Victoria's Secret store next to the food court. I love Victoria's Secret lingerie and I already have quite a collection, but a girl can never have too much sexy lingerie. I walk into the store and begin looking for something sexy to incorporate in my erotic excursion this evening. I pick out a sexy lace garter belt and a pair of white stockings with seams in the back. I find some very sheer white string bikini panties, much like the ones I have on, and another identical pair in baby pink. I chat for a few minutes with the sales girl who tries, unsuccessfully, to talk me into applying for an "Angels" charge card, pay for my purchases, and head back into the mall.  Just across the courtyard I see a Fredericks of Hollywood shop, and since I'm still looking for something naughty, I quickly head over there to see what I can find. To be perfectly honest, I know exactly what I'm looking for - crotchless panties! I've never seen crotchless panties at Victoria's Secret, but Fredericks has a great selection of these naughty underthings, and the store often has a styles that aren't available through the mail order catalog. I walk into the store and sure enough there's a whole rack of crotchless panties right in the front of the store.  I take my time and check them all out, one by one, finally selecting a lacy white pair with little pink bows and a sheer black nylon pair with "Please kiss my kitty" embroidered on the front just above an embroidered picture of a cat. I think that qualifies as naughty! Now I have everything that I need to continue my search for a gentleman with an appropriate appreciation for my naughty undergarments.  The first thing that I need to do now is find a ladies room so that I can put on some of my naughty new things. There's a restroom right behind the food court so I head off in that direction. Although I'm excited to show off my freshly shaved pussy and new panties as quickly as possible, I can't resist the temptation to tease a few of the guys in the food court first. Since it's early evening there are quite a few people in the food court - perfect for what I have in mind.  In the back of the food court, near the rest rooms is a booth with two young couples about my age. I head toward the ladies room and as I get close to the their booth I begin fumbling through my purse as though I'm looking for something. When I'm right next to them my purse suddenly slips from my hand and falls on the floor, spilling the contents everywhere. This all appears quite accidental in spite of the fact that I dropped it on purpose. As I bend down to pick up the scattered contents of my purse I smile an embarrassed smile at the two couples in the booth. I get on my hands and knees and position myself so that my butt is facing directly at the two guys who are sitting on the outside seats of the booth while I pick up the scattered contents of my purse. I wish I could see their reactions but unfortunately I'm facing the wrong way. I'm no more than two feet from the edge of the booth though, so I'm close enough to hear one of them gasp as I bend over and I know that my sheer white panties are staring him in the face. I smile to myself as I consider the thoughts that must be going through his mind at that moment. There's no doubt that the cheeks of my ass are completely visible and I'm sure that the tan lines from my G-string bikini are visible under the fuller cut of my nearly transparent panties. I can feel the wetness between my legs and I hope that they can see the wet spot on my panties. There are still lots of items scattered on the floor, and I take my time gathering them up and putting them back in my purse. My lipstick has rolled quite a distance away and I have to stretch to retrieve it. As I do I purposely spread my legs so that my newly shaved pussy comes into full view covered only by the thin veil of sheer white fabric. Because I'm so close to them, there's no doubt in my mind that they can also see the wet spot on my panties, which had grown considerably larger since my arrival at the mall.  At that point, I could no longer resist the temptation to observe the reactions from my audience, so I looked back over my shoulder, and as I expected, I found all four staring at me with open mouths. It took another minute or so to pick everything up and put it back in my purse and as far as I could tell, they continued to stare at me the whole time - even the two girls. When everything was safely back in my purse, I stood up, looked over at them and smiled another sheepish grin. The two guys looked like little boys who had just been caught with their hands in the cookie jar. Clearly they had enjoyed my show, although I couldn't detect the telltale look of pure lust in the eyes of either of them that would mark him as a true panty fetishist. I was so excited by the apparent success of my exhibition that for a moment I forgot that I was heading for the ladies room to change. As a result I just stood there smiling back at the two guys who continued to stare at me with dumbfounded grins on their faces. Apparently their interest in me was not sitting well with their girlfriends however, who were staring at them with testicle crushing maliciousness. "Get over it!" I thought to myself. Five minutes later I emerge from the ladies room. I'm still wearing the same top, skirt and sandals, but now I'm also wearing the garter belt and the white, seamed stockings from Victoria's Secret. I've also put on the white crotchless panties from Fredericks. I've pulled the stockings up as high as I can, but even so, my skirt just barely covers the tops and if I bend over even slightly, anyone who's looking can see the creamy skin of my tanned thighs above the lacy bands at the top. For some reason that I can't explain, wearing stockings always makes me feel soooo sexy and I can't wait to continue my quest for a man to worship my panties.  As I walk by my new friends in the Food Court booth, I smile, and they all turn their heads to watch me. Then, just as I've passed them I look back over my shoulder, and smile again as I bend over slightly and flip up the back of my skirt with both hands so that they get a quick flash of my stockings, garter belt, and most of all, my white crotchless panties. I straighten up, let my skirt down and continue to walk away from them swaying my hips in my best supermodel runway walk imitation. The smiles on the guys' faces tells me that I've made their day, but it's obvious that their girlfriends don't feel the same way. I head out of the food court looking for my next candidate. Soon I find a relatively secluded area at the far end of the mall where there are two benches facing each other. There's a man, probably in his mid 30's, and not bad looking at all, sitting on one bench reading a newspaper. I stop a short distance away and take a couple of minutes to formulate plan for something even more outrageous.  I like these one-on-one situations best because they allow me to focus all my attention on a single individual. Flashing groups is also a huge turn-on, but it's much less personal, and because of the presence of their companions, the members of my "audience" are usually more inhibited in their reactions. When I'm showing off for just one guy at a time, the range of options, both my actions and his reactions, is much broader. It's much easier to gauge his reactions, see what he likes best, make eye contact, and somehow communicate with him even if no words are ever exchanged. During these experiences I've learned that I'm much more likely to be rewarded with a multitude of enthusiastic and appreciative reactions, which is, after all, the whole reason that I choose to show off my body in the first place. Sometimes I almost feel selfish because, although I'm obviously giving them something that they enjoy tremendously, I'm really doing it for my own satisfaction. Luckily, my satisfaction is a direct consequence of theirs and that greatly enhances the experience for both of us. I'm still standing some distance from the man on the bench. Slowly an idea develops and when I have the basics worked out I take a seat on the bench across from him.  In addition to my purse, I'm also carrying bags from Victoria's Secret and Fredericks The first thing I do after sitting down and placing my things on the bench beside me is to accidentally knock all my packages off the bench, spilling my purchases on the floor. The guy looks up and sees me and I can tell instantly he is very interested in the provocatively dressed girl sitting across from him. He gets up off his bench and comes over to help me pick up the items that I've spilled and without paying much attention to what he's doing, he picks up the pair of sheer pink Victoria's Secret panties. When he realizes what he's holding, he blushes as he hands them back to me. As I take my panties from his hand I purposely swirl the silky fabric against his palm with my middle finger for a fleeting second before I start to withdraw them from his gentle grip. As I do this, I can feel his grip tighten almost imperceptibly although it's quite likely that he isn't consciously aware of what he has done. As my panties slip through his fingers I look right into his eyes and give him a cute, but embarrassed smile as I thank him. "You're welcome" he says, and as he smiles back at me, and I see it in his eyes immediately - that special look of lust that says there's something very special about my panties and he really doesn't want to give them back to me. At that moment I know I've found one of the men that I'm looking for - one of the men whose fantasies I can turn into reality. And I'm about to do exactly that. After watching my panties slowly slip through his fingers he turns and quickly returns to his seat and begins reading his newspaper. Or at least he's pretending to read the newspaper. Every time I look in his direction he's actually looking over the top of the newspaper obviously trying to look up my skirt. If only he knew what he was missing! He's trying to be discrete about it, but every time I look up I catch him looking at my legs before he can divert his eyes back to his paper. I smile somewhat mischievously because I know that he won't be able to keep up this charade much longer. If he can, then I totally misread the look in his eyes a few moments ago.  I take everything out of my shopping bags so that I can rearrange it all after the spill. I glance at him out of the corner of my eye and find him staring at all the naughty items I've purchased. I look closer and I think I can see a bulge forming in his pants. We're off to a good start and I find myself smiling again as I think about how mercilessly I'm going to tease him. Slowly I hold up each item, visually inspecting them to make sure they haven't gotten dirty before putting them back in the shopping bags. First up is the pair of sheer white string bikini panties from Victoria's Secret. Using both hands, I hold them by the strings so that as they hang there in front of my face there's no mistaking the shape for anything other than a pair of sexy women's panties. First I inspect the front for signs of mall dirt, then I turn them around and check the back. I'm holding them right in front of my face and because of the sheer fabric, I can see my newspaper man right through them. As I suspected, he's now watching me with great interest and I decide that it's time to give him a little more to look at. I casually look around the area to make sure that there are no other people nearby and finding no one to disturb us I cross my legs. As I do I see his eyes widen and they are now glued to my legs. I turn sideways ever so slightly until I'm sure that he can see the lacy band at top of my stocking, the garter holding it up, and the deeply tanned skin of my upper thigh. A perfect view, for the moment at least. I continue with my inspection by holding the crotch of the panties in my left hand while I hold them up close to my face, still searching for dust or dirt. With my right hand I brush away some imaginary dust and place them back in the Victoria's Secret bag.  Next I perform the same ritual with the light pink panties. Newspaperman's eyes haven't moved, but he now appears to be having trouble deciding whether to look at my stocking-clad leg or the pink panties that I'm holding only a foot in front of my face. Inwardly I grin as I decide to make his decision even more difficult.  Finding no imaginary dirt on my pink panties I put them back in the Victoria's Secret bag and pick up the sheer black crotchless panties with "Please kiss my kitty" embroidered on the front. As I pick them up I uncross my legs and shift my position on the bench. I move forward so that I'm sitting on the edge of the bench and as I do I spread my knees so that they're several inches apart. Now he can to see directly up my skirt to the tops of my stockings and tanned inner thighs. He should also be able to see my new white crotchless panties, but my legs are still close enough together that he probably can't tell that they're crotchless ... yet. Feeling very naughty, I hold up the black crotchless panties so that the "kiss my kitty" lettering is facing him as I inspect them for signs of dirt. Again I hold the panties by the side straps so that they hang down directly in front of my face. The combination of the suggestive embroidery and the missing crotch makes it very obvious that these are not ordinary panties and I wonder if Newspaper Man has ever seen such naughty panties before. When my inspection is complete I slip the panties into the Fredericks bag. At first I appear very intent on reorganizing my shopping bags and I appear to be paying no attention to him. This makes him bolder and I can feel his eyes staring at my legs. Then suddenly I look up at him and catch him completely off guard, staring at me. He is totally embarrassed at being caught and he's so nervous that he actually drops his paper. I give him a sexy smile and go back to rearranging my shopping bags and drinking my soda.  When all the items are back in the shopping bags I take my drink, lean back on the bench and sigh as I put the straw in my mouth. I look over at him and he's smiling at me, no longer making any effort to hide the fact that he's watching me. I smile back at him and begin sucking and licking on the straw. I run my tongue all around the straw very suggestively and then put it in my mouth and suck on it.  By now the bulge of Newspaper Man's cock is easily visible in his pants and he looks around to see if anyone is watching him. He puts his newspaper in his lap and begins touching himself very discretely, but I can tell exactly what he's doing. My smile tells him that I approve of his behavior. I spread my legs a little further apart and watch his eyes bulge as he sees my bald pussy peeking out of the crotchless panties.  I decide to really torment him and I pick up my packages, acting as if I'm about to leave and causing his face to go pale. But at the last minute I stop as if something has suddenly come to mind. I walk over to him and ask him if he would watch my packages for a minute while I go to the restroom. Obviously he says yes - anything to keep me from leaving for good. I bend over right in front of him to put my packages on the floor and as I do, my cute little ass is no more than a foot from his face. I wiggle my butt back and forth a little bit and I can feel him staring at my shaved pussy. If his eyes are good he can probably see that it's dripping with excitement I'm so turned on. I smile at him again and walk off to the rest room.  When I return I have the white crotchless panties in my purse with just a bit of them hanging out to ensure he knows I've taken them off. I sit down, thank him for watching my packages and begin to suck on the straw again. I look around and no one is watching us so I slowly open my legs and put one foot up on the edge of the bench so that I'm is totally exposed to him - nothing but smooth shaved pussy and no panties to impede his view. I'm so excited and wet and I know that my entire pussy is glistening because I rubbed my wetness all over my pussy while I was in the restroom just to make sure he would be able to see how wet it was.  Newspaper Man has given up pretending that he's reading the paper and even though no one else can see him, I can see that he's rubbing his dick under the newspaper while he stares at my pussy. I look right into his eyes and smile at him again as his hand continues to stroke himself. I continue to suck on the straw wrapping my lips around it and lowering my mouth on it as if I were sucking his cock. My nipples are hard and easily visible through the tight halter top, but his eyes seem fixated on my pussy. I allow a small amount of my drink to dribble out of my mouth and drop on my top just above one of my nipples and then take my finger and try to rub it off. Now he's looking at my nipples and instead of trying to rub off the spilled liquid, I begin pinching my nipple while I smile at him again. My head rolls back slightly, my eyes close and a slight moan escapes my lips. I open my eyes, look right at him again, and ask him if he would mind helping me. He hesitates at first, but quickly gives in to temptation. He takes a handkerchief out of his pocket and with his hands shaking in anticipation he walks over to help me. His erection is clearly visible in his pants and he makes no effort to conceal it. He approaches me cautiously and he's obviously not quite sure what to do. I look into his eyes and smile while licking my lips seductively. I look down to watch what he's doing and my pony tail falls forward and touches his hand. He gasps in surprise but wastes no time taking the cloth and gently rubbing my nipple in a futile attempt to remove the wet spot. My nipple hardens even more under the touch of his fingers and I whisper to him that I like what he's doing. He's standing in front of me and without the newspaper to cover him I can see a big wet spot in the front of his pants. It turns me on to know that watching me has excited him so much. I look at the spot on his pants, then I look right into his eyes and he blushes. I thank him for helping me clean up and he sits back down, shaking rather dramatically. I look around again to make sure that we're still alone and I put my foot back up on the bench and open my legs even wider than before. He puts the newspaper back in his lap and starts rubbing his hard cock even more intently than before as he continues to stare at my glistening shaved pussy. By now I'm watching him just as intently as he's watching me. I reach down between my legs and slide two fingers into my dripping pussy, then when they're coated with my cream I bring them to my mouth and lick and suck them while I stare into his eyes. My admirer is going crazy rubbing his hard cock through his pants and I can tell that he's probably going to cum soon, but I have one last surprise for him. I take the crotchless panties out of my purse, slide them under my skirt and begin rubbing them on my pussy, getting them all wet with my juice. I can't believe how naughty I'm being ... and then I have an even better idea. Slowly I begin poking my panties into my pussy with the tip of my finger. My friend's eyes go wide and he begins stroking his cock harder under the newspaper. I continue pushing my panties into my bald pussy until they're completely hidden from view and then I look right in his eyes and give him a huge smile. He can't believe what I'm doing, but I've got one last surprise for him. Ever so slowly I slide the panties out of my pussy. Inch by inch. They're dripping wet and I bring them to my face and inhale deeply, smiling at him as I do.  He's going crazy rubbing his cock with one hand while trying to hold the newspaper with the other hand. Suddenly, to his complete surprise, I toss my wet panties into his lap. He's startled at first and has to stop stroking himself while he grabs my panties, but he hardly misses a beat as he quickly brings them to his face and inhales the sweet scent of my pussy. My hands go back under my skirt and I begin stroking my clit with one hand and fingering my pussy with the other. I can tell that we're both about to cum.  I look around to insure that we're still the only people in the immediate area. He never takes his eyes off my hairless pussy and my dancing fingers. By now he's so horny that discretion is a thought from the past and I see him unzip his pants under the newspaper and now I can see his cock . With his other hand he slips my panties under the paper and wraps them around his cock and continues stroking it harder and faster. We're staring into each other's eyes now, both on the verge of cumming.  His eyes alternate between my staring into mine, and staring at my shaved, wet pussy as my fingers perform their magic. My eyes are glued to my wet panties wrapped around his hard cock while his hand pumps furiously. I'm so excited and I can't wait to see his cum shoot all over my panties. Suddenly I see his legs become very rigid and his eyes seem to glaze over. His face contorts and I can the head of his cock visibly growing in size. I know he's about to cum and I want to watch. I tickle my clit with my left hand while I plunge two fingers of my right hand deeper into my pussy. I'm so wet that I can hear my fingers making slurping sounds as I pump them in and out of my totally exposed shaved pussy.  As soon as the head of his cock begins to bulge, signaling his impending orgasm, he unwraps my panties from his cock and holds them in his left hand. Without missing a stroke he continues pumping with his right hand but now he's holding my panties right in front of his cock, about two inches away. I realize that he's doing this so that he can shoot all his hot cum right onto my panties and not miss a drop. This excites me even more and I can't take my eyes off my panties and his cock. The speed of his strokes slows now, but the intensity increases and I know he's going to cum. I can see the precum dripping from the tip of his cock and with each stroke his hand smears it all the way from the head to his balls, lubricating the shaft. His strokes are slow and deep. His thumb and index finger are wrapped tightly around his shaft, stroking slowly from the base, up his thick shaft, stopping just under the head where they seem to linger momentarily before reversing direction. With every stroke the head of his cock swells even more.  I know I'm going to cum when I see his cum shoot all over my panties. My fingers plunge even more furiously in and out of my dripping pussy, and I adjust the rhythm of my fingers to match his strokes.  This is the most erotic thing I've ever seen.  This is the wildest thing I've ever done. I'm sitting on a bench in a semi-secluded corner of a major shopping mall masturbating my freshly shaved pussy in front of a man I've never met. He's about to cum on my panties. I should look around to make sure that no one is watching us. But I don't. I can't take my eyes off his hands.  He can't take his eyes off mine. His eyes start to close, but he fights the urge and forces them open as he starts to cum. I see it almost as though it were in slow motion. The noose created by his thumb and index finger tightens and strokes up under the head, and just as his fingers start back down, the first shot of cum explodes from the head of his cock.  It lands right on my panties and I start to cum with him. Instantly, the tingling sensation in my pussy turns into the first wave of a massive orgasm and I likewise have to fight the urge to close my eyes. But I want to watch him shoot his hot cum all over my panties. Another slow, powerful stroke of his fingers and he shoots another huge shot of thick white cum. Again I watch it land right on my panties and my pussy throbs as a second wave of orgasm washes over me. It's all I can do not to scream out loud, but somehow I manage to control myself and hardly any sound escapes my lips. My fingers are drenched with my pussy juice and I can feel a small stream running down over my asshole onto my skirt. Slowly I remove my dripping fingers from my pussy and I smear my juices all around my lips and my hairless mound, until my entire crotch is wet and glistening.  My eyes are still glued to his beautiful cock as another blast of cum drenches my panties for a third time and I plunge my fingers back into my pussy as my orgasm continues. His aim is perfect. With every up and down stroke of his hand, another shot of cum lands on my panties. My eyes never leave his cock and as each shot of his cum soaks my panties, I feel another shudder of orgasm surge through my pussy.  Our mutual orgasm seemed to go on forever, but slowly the intense waves of orgasm subsided and were gradually replaced by a warm, glowing, tingling sensation between my legs, followed by a slow return to reality. We are now conscious of our surroundings again and we quickly attempt to straighten ourselves up. I smooth my hair, straighten my skirt, and pull up my stockings and I look relatively normal again. It's lucky that my new friend came all over my panties or he'd have quite an embarrassing mess on the front of his pants. He discretely pushes his cock back into his pants and zips them up and if it weren't for the fact that he's holding a pair of crotchless panties, covered in cum in one hand, he'd actually look pretty normal too. He looks at me very appreciatively but not knowing quite what to do with my panties, he tentatively hands them back to me.  I smile wickedly as I take my panties from his hand. They're soaked with his cum and I look right into his eyes as I raise them to my face and start licking his cum off them. It's still warm and I tell him how good it tastes. I reach under my skirt and slide two fingers back into my drenched pussy and get them thoroughly coated with my cum. They're dripping wet when I raise them to his lips. His lips part and I slide my fingers into his mouth. He sucks my fingers sensuously until he's savored every drop of my juice. Then I slowly withdraw my fingers from between his lips. We're only inches apart and I raise myself up on my tiptoes and kiss him hungrily on the lips. Our mouths open and we exchange our juices with our tongues. Judging from the look on his face, he finds this kiss as erotic as I do. It seems to me a fitting ending to what has obviously been a mutually satisfying encounter. I'm still holding my panties in my hand and I reach over and slip them into his pocket as I whisper in his ear "I want you to keep my panties so that you'll never forget this day. I know I never will!" And with that, I turned and walked away looking for my next victim ;)

So this man asked me out by Vanessa Evans Okay, so it was more like he told me where and when to meet him. Part 1 I was having a drink in a pub with two of my girl friends when one of them told me that a guy standing at the bar with two of his mates was staring at me and had been for the last half hour. I couldn’t understand why he would want to stare at me because there is nothing special about me. Both my mates are prettier than me and they have bigger tits. What’s more they were both wearing dresses that were shorter than my skirt and both dresses were low cut revealing a lot of cleavage whereas I was wearing a blouse that was showing nothing. I shrugged off Jenny’s comment telling her that she needed to go to specsavers and thought no more of it. Anyway, about fifteen minutes later I needed to go to the rest room and on the way there I got intercepted by the guy who apparently had been staring at me. “Hi,” he said, “I’m John, meet me here tomorrow at 7 p.m.” Then he turned and went back to his mates. I just stood there for a couple of seconds trying to convince myself that I had heard what I thought that I had heard. Then I went and relieved myself and freshened up. Back with my mates I told them what had happened. Jenny asked me if I would go back there tomorrow whilst Rose told me that I just had to go back tomorrow. “No,” I replied, “it was a wind-up, he was just trying to make me look stupid.” “The way he has been staring at you all night I don’t think so.” Jenny said. “What have you got to loose?” “My dignity, my life.” I replied. “Tell you what, we’ll come with you but as soon as we get inside Jenny and I will go and sit well away from you. If things go tits up we’ll be there to rescue you.” Rose said. I thought for a few seconds then agreed with them. “What am I letting myself in for?” I asked myself. I guess that I should tell you a bit about myself. I’m Jade. I’m a bit on the short side, I’m skinny and flat chested 32AA 28 32. I have shoulder length light brown hair. I am 160 cm tall and I weigh just 44 Kilos. I am smaller in every respect compared to my friends. I’m nineteen and I have a nothing job in an office and I live in a little flat on my own – long story. Oh, and I don’t have a boyfriend unlike Rose and Jenny. Our conversation change subject to talk about another of our friends who had just told us that she was pregnant and didn’t know who the father was. On our way home Jenny asked me if I was going to go to the pub tomorrow and Rose chipped in, again telling me that I definitely should. They kept pestering me until I said that I would. ***** “Hi,” John said as he walked up to me, “I didn’t know if you’d come.” “I wasn’t going to but my mates persuaded me.” “Remind me to thank them when I meet them.” “You think that you’re going to be around long enough to meet my friends then?” “Oh yes, you and I are going to be an item for years to come.” “You think so?” “I do. So what do I call you?” “Jade.” “Such a nice name Jade, and if you remember I’m John and I’m very pleased to meet you Jade.” And he put his hand out for me to shake which I did, feeling a firm and positive shake. “Nice soft hands Jade, is the rest of you that soft?” “That’s for me to know and you to find out John.” “And I will Jade, I’m going to run my hands all over every bit of your naked body.” “And just what will I be doing while you are groping me?” “You’ll be sucking my cock, and it won’t be groping it will be sensually caressing you.” “And just where will we be when we are ravishing each other?” “On a romantic beach or meadow enjoying the sun on our naked bodies.” ”Well you certainly seem to have got it all worked out John but what makes you so sure that it will all happen?” “Because we make the ideal couple, the beautiful you and the handsome me, just like Barbie and Ken.” “Woah there John, comparing me to Barbie is just crazy and all this talk this about dominating me, is it just a facade? Do you really want to dominate me?” “Who says that it is a facade? And don’t you think that I look like Ken?” “How the hell do you even know about Barbie and Ken, you’re a bloke?” “I have a younger sister. Don’t you want me to dominate you Jade, make you my slave, my gang-bang queen, my bukkake queen, my flashing queen, my orgasm queen, make you my exhibitionistic nymphomaniac who wants to orgasm none stop for hours every day, let the whole world know that you will do anything for me?” “Wow John, I don’t know what to say. You’ve certainly got some unusual chat up lines, do they work with many girls?” “A few but I think that it’s working with you Jade.” “And what makes you say that?” “Well you’re still here for starters and I bet that your knickers are wet. Tell you what Jade, prove that you are interested in what I’m offering you by taking your knickers off right here and now.” “WHAT!? You’re crazy John.” “Maybe but do you want me to give you what I’m offering?” I was stunned, what John was offering sounded soo exciting and my life was definitely boring but it was crazy, he could never deliver what he was saying, could he? And would I really want to do all this crazy things, were some of them even legal? My mind was in turmoil. I just sat there for a couple of minutes then without realising what I was doing I slid my hands up the sides of my skirt and started to pull my thong down. I even lifted my butt so that it would get to my thighs. “This is crazy.” I said, “I hardly know you and you’ve got me taking my knickers off in the middle of a pub.” “That’s because you want all the things that I’m offering you Jade, an exciting life doing things that you never even considered, things that will give lots of orgasms every day, pushing yourself beyond your widest dreams and letting the world see that gorgeous body.” “What makes you think that I have a gorgeous body John?” I said as I balled my thong in my hand only to have John take it from me and sniff it.” “Stand up Jade.” I did. “Turn around slowly.” I did a slow 360. “I can see your body with my x-ray vision and I can smell your beauty.” John replied as he sniffed my thong again. I actually blushed a little as I sat down again. Jenny and Rose were sat quite a way behind John but in my peripheral vision I saw Jenny stand up, look over to me and the point to the ladies room. “I need to go to the rest room John.” I said as I stood up again. “Don’t make yourself cum whilst you’re in there Jade, that’s my job from now on.” “In your dreams buster.” I said as I started walking towards the rest room feeling a little strange not having any knickers on. “So how’s it going Jade?” Jenny asked. “I don’t know Jenny, I’ve never met a man like him, he’s already told me that I’m going to be his sex slave and that he’s going to make me want to be fucked and cum all the time and he says that he’s going to grope me and finger me and put me on display when we’re out in public.” “Nice, I always fancied cumming in public but Geoff is too scared to even touch me in public.” He’s already talked me into giving him my knickers.” “You haven’t got any knickers on? Prove it girl, this all sounds too good to be true.” I lifted the front of my skirt up giving Jenny a quick flash of my bald pubis and the front of my slit. “Bloody hell girl, you sound to have struck gold there Jade.” “I don’t know Jenny, do you really think that he’ll make me do all those sex things? I mean, some of them I’ve never even heard of, and he wants me to do them in public, that’s crazy.” “But as sexy as hell Jade, you’d be an idiot to not at least try them, you can always tell him to fuck off and come back to your old boring life if it gets too much for you.” “I don’t know Jade but I’d be so embarrassed and humiliated, and I might even get locked up.” “But at least you’d have tried to have a romantic, sexy, exciting life, not like my boring life with Geoff.” “Why don’t you dump Geoff and go out with John instead?” “No Jade, he was interested in you so he’s yours, assuming you let him get in your knickers. Oh wait, you sort of already have and you only met him a few minutes ago.” “Yeah, okay, he’s a smooth talker, maybe he would want you as well, finger fuck us both in public at the same time.” “Don’t get too far ahead of yourself Jade, this John maybe all mouth and no cock.” “Oh he has a cock, I’ve seen the bulge in his trousers.” “Maybe it was a dildo just to make you think that he’s got a big cock. You need to find out if it’s real, you should let him fuck you to find out.” “You know that I don’t jump into someone’s bed that easily Jenny.” “It sounds like you might not even make it to his place before he fucks you Jade.” “I’d better get back Jenny, he might think that I’ve done a runner.” “Go on Jade, you don’t want to miss your chance for a good fuck.” “Jenny, you know that I’m not like that.” I said as I left the ladies room. John was still sat there and I saw that he’d got us both another drink. “You haven’t put some date rape drug in my drink while I was away have you John?” “Hell no Jade, I have no need for that kind of thing, you want me to fuck you don’t you Jade? When I didn’t answer him he continued, “So did you make yourself cum in the ladies room Jade, you were in there long enough.” “No I didn’t, I’m not like that.” “Oh yes you are Jade, you just don’t know it yet. I bet that you’re all wet Jade. Come on, spread those legs and let me confirm that.” “No.” I said but my knees were already moving apart. I gasped as his hand went straight up under my skirt and to my pussy. “Yep, just as I suspected Jade, dripping, you’d better lift the back of your skirt up so that you’re not sat on it. You don’t want a big wet patch on the back of it. Come on, lift that cute butt of yours.” Just like with my knees I did lift my butt and John pulled up my skirt so much that I saw my slit before I grabbed the hem and pulled it back down a bit. “Don’t do that John, you’ll get me arrested.” “No you won’t get arrested Jade.” John said as his hand went back up my skirt. This time it was a moan not a gasp that came out of my mouth. “See, I told you Jade, you liked that didn’t you?” I blushed and said, “Stop it John.” “You don’t mean that Jade, you’re one of those girls that says ‘no’ but means ‘yes’ aren’t you?” I said nothing as John’s fingers continued rubbing my clit and invading my hole and no more that two minutes later I was cumming on John’s hand and struggling to keep quiet and still. “Told you.” John said when he finally pulled his hand out and let me look at it before he stuck his fingers into my mouth, me having, yet again, done something instinctively by opening my mouth then sucked my juices off his fingers. “You taste good don’t you Jade?” John stated. “Yes.” I quietly replied. “Now go to the ladies and take that bra off, that top looks a little too tight for you to take the bra off here. I don’t like bras and I don’t want to see you wearing one ever again.” My jaw dropped but it was definitely the day for doing things without thinking first because I stood up, straightened my skirt and did just what I had been told to do. This time Jenny didn’t follow me and I left my bra in the trash can. As I walked back both Jenny and Rose gave me the thumbs up. “Much better Jade, if you’re wearing a top I want to see those big pokies every day.” “Are you trying to get me naked in this pub John?” I asked. “Nope, if I was you’d be naked by now Jade, we’ll save that for another time.” “Seriously John, you’d have me be totally naked in a pub?” “Of course, what’s wrong with that? You’ve got it so flaunt it.” “But what about my embarrassment?” “You’ll soon get over that Jade.” “Oh I will will I?” “Yes, just like you’re already getting over not wearing knickers and a bra. The world hasn’t ended because you haven’t got any on has it?” “No.” I quietly replied. “Finish your drink Jade, we have places to be, things to do.” “Oh yes, and what would those be John?” “I’m going to take you out to the car park to near my car then I’m going to take that top and skirt off you and fuck you over the front of my car. Then I’m going to take you to my place where I’m going to fuck your brains out all night.” “Wow, think you can last that long do you John?” “Oh I know that I can and by tomorrow morning you will as well. And by tomorrow night, after I’ve fucked you all day as well, you will will need a rest before we start all over again.” “But we can’t do that John, I’ve got a job, I need to go to work tomorrow.” “No you don’t Jade, you’ve just quit your job.” “You definitely are crazy John. I should just go home now before you tell me that I’m never going to wear any clothes ever again and that your cock is going to spend ninety-nine percent of its life inside me.” “That’s a great idea Jade, I just knew that you’d come round to my way of thinking, after all, it’s what you want as well.” “You’re crazy John.” “Maybe, but you like what you’ve heard so far Jade and here you are, with no underwear on and producing gallons of lubrication just waiting for me to fuck you.” “I am not.” “Jade, telling lies is naughty and naughty girls get their bottom spanked.” “So you’re going to spank me as well now are you John?” “I am if you tell me another lie, I’m not that bad, I’ll give you one more chance.” “I need to go to the rest room again, back in a minute.” “Don’t play with it Jade.” Jenny and Rose both saw me get up and they were in the ladies room when I got there. “Now what does he want you to take off Jade?” Rose asked. “He doesn’t want you to go back out there topless does he? That would be soo cool Jade.” “No, no, he’s just threatened to spank me if I tell another lie.” “Then keep telling them Jade, a red and hot butt is a nice feeling.” “Seriously. No, he’s told me that I’ve just quit my job as well.” “Going to be a kept woman as well, lucky you.” Rose said. “What do you think I should do, it’s scary.” “Your wet thighs are telling me what you want to do girl and I agree with you, go for it, you’re only young once and if it does go tits up you can always get another job.” Jenny said. “But tell him that he’s paying the rent on your place just in case things don’t work out.” Rose added. I stayed silent for a few seconds then said, “Okay, you’re right, I’m going to have a totally awesome time and the sex is going to be out of this world.” “That’s my girl. Don’t loose you phone and keep updating us.” “I will.” I said as I gave them both a quick hug then went back to John. “You didn’t play with yourself did you Jade?” “No I didn’t.” “I know you didn’t, I can tell by your face. Come on, prepare to get fucked in the car park Jade.” John had my top off before we got to the car park and I was stepping out of my skirt halfway across the car park. He bent me over the front of his car and rammed his cock inside me. I didn’t see his cock but it felt big enough as it went in and out of me me not too many times before I felt him dump a load of his seed inside me causing me to have the strongest orgasm that I’ve had for a long time. “Get into the car Jade.” John said when he thought that I could understand him. “What about my clothes?” I replied as he opened the door for me to get in. “Leave them, you can get some more in a few days when you need some.” I saw my skirt and top still on the ground as we drove out of the car park and I hoped that Jenny and Rose would see them and look after them for me. “John,” I said, “I’m naked in the front of your car and were driving along the road.” “And?” “And it’s illegal.” “Yes it is, put your seat belt on.” I did. “Now it’s not illegal.” John said. I gave up and looked at the inside of the car then said, “Nice car John, have you got loads of money?” “It’s a Lexus LC Convertible and I’ve got enough money to keep you naked for the rest of your life Jade.” “You’re not going to let me put some clothes on then?” “Have you got any clothes with you Jade?” “No.” “Well I guess that you’ve just answered your own question. By the way Jade, did I say that I was happy that you shave?” “No, and good because there’s no way that I’m going to grow a bush again, not even for you.” “That’s good Jade, we’ll let it grow a bit then laser it all off permanently.” “That’s the first sensible thing that you’ve said to me John. Where are we going?” “My place, and everything that I’ve told you that I am going to do to you will start to happen.” “Wow, if this car is anything to go by you must have a big place.” “Big enough for you and me.” A few minutes later I confirmed that it was big. The gates opened automatically as we approached them then John stopped the car outside a huge door. I lost count of the number of windows on the front of the house before John opened my door and held out a hand to help me out. I should have been careful to keep my legs together but not only wasn’t I thinking, but I didn’t care as well, the man had just fucked me and I didn’t have any clothes to put on. But at the moment I didn’t care that I was naked. My jaw dropped as we walked through the front door, the place was huge but I didn’t get the chance to see much of it because John took me straight up to his bedroom and pushed me down on the bed. “So is this the part where you fuck my brains out?” I asked. “Yes it is, well the first time that you get your brains fucked out.” John replied as he stripped naked and I confirmed that his cock is quite big. ***** Dawn was breaking as we nearly crawled into the huge bathroom and then into the huge walk-in shower. It felt wonderful and it even eased the slight soreness between my legs. John was making a half-hearted attempt to finger fuck me but he was as tired as I was. Somehow we managed to get dried and get back to the bed. It was the middle of the afternoon when my eyes opened again to confirm that it was John’s cock that was fucking me from behind because I had fallen asleep on my front. When John saw that I was awake he pulled out of me, rolled me over then lifted my legs and pushed them back so that my feet were behind my head then he rammed his cock into me again, this time keeping fucking me until I orgasmed again. When I was still up there he pulled out and his mouth went straight to my pussy where he chewed my clit and tongue fucked me to keep my orgasm going for longer than ever before. Then as I finally started to come down from my high his tongue left me only to be replace by his cock which took me back up there until he dumped yet another load inside me. “Jeez,” I said when I was finally able, “I never knew that men could produce so much semen so quickly.” “You’ve seen nothing yet baby, sometimes you’ll be able to float a boat in there.” “I’ll look forward to that.” “Yeah, but not right now, I need some coffee, you need to make a phone call then I’ll give you the tour of your new home.” “You really are a cocky bastard aren’t you John?” “I am, but that’s why you love me and will spend the rest of your life with me.” We got off the bed and John led me by the hand downstairs and to the kitchen where I grabbed some sheets from the paper kitchen towel roll and stuffed them between my legs. “This is your fault John.” “No it’s yours Jade, you make me cum so much.” “And you’ve made me cum more times in the last twenty four hours that ever before.” “Good, get used to it girl. Now, this is the coffee machine and this is how it works.” I was glad that he explained it because I’d never seen one like that before. As the coffee was brewing I looked around, the kitchen alone was bigger than the whole of my flat and the equipment was amazing. “Where did you leave you phone Jade?” “I think that it’s in my bag which I seem to remember leaving in your car.” “Go and get it, you need to make that call.” “Duh, no clothes.” “Duh, so what?” “Seriously, you expect me to go outside to your car like this?” “Yep, outside naked.” “Really?” “Jade, go now or I’ll tan your backside.” “That’s twice that you’ve threatened to spank me John.” “Yeah, and that’s one more chance than I expected to give you so if you don’t want a red butt get yourself out there, the car’s not locked.” I opened the front door and stuck my head out. I was as nervous as hell as I slowly walked towards the car with my head going from side to side all the time as I scanned the whole area for any signs of life. Thankfully the car wasn’t locked and my bag was still in the passenger’s footwell. I grabbed it, shut the car door and ran back to the house. Unfortunately, the door was locked and I didn’t know if it was my fault or if John had deliberately locked me out. Whichever it was I banged on the door and shouted, “LET ME IN.” After I’d shouted that twice I heard John say, “Make the phone call then you can come in.” “Please John, let me in.” “Phone call.” “Shit, okay, okay.” I stood there, totally naked outside the front door of a house that I hadn’t a clue where it was and dialled my work. “Oh hi, this is Jade Peterson, can you put me through to HR please?” “HR, Wendy speaking.” “Hi Wendy, Jade Peterson, you’re probably been told that I’m not there today and that it wasn’t planned holiday.” “Yes Jade, are you sick or something?” “Or something, sorry, but something has cropped up and I’m not going to be able to work there any more.” “You need to work two weeks notice Jade.” “Sorry, but that isn’t going to happen, I’m not coming back.” “Oh, well in that case I wish you well in whatever you are going to be doing.” “Bye.” “There John, it’s done, I don’t have a job any more, you had better be serious about looking after me, and can you please let me in.” The door opened and I saw the still naked John with a huge boner. My face had just managed to smile by the time John had picked me up and lowered me so that his cock went inside me. Then he pushed the door shut and carried me, still impaled on his cock with my legs wrapped round his waist, into the kitchen where he sat on a stool and lowered me enough for me to bottom out on him. “Is this how you treat all the girls that come to your front door John?” I asked. “Only the naked ones.” “Lots of those is there?” “Enough to satisfy me.” Then he kissed me, a long passionate kiss complete with tongue wrestling. When the kiss broke John said, “I will look after you until your dying day Jade Peterson. I can say that now that I know your full name, mine’s John Douglas by the way.” “Pleased to meet you John Douglas.” I said, leaning back a bit so that I could put my hand out for him to shake even though I was still fully impaled on his cock. “And I’m pleased to meet you Jade Peterson. Do you impale yourself on every guy that you meet?” “Only the naked ones.” “I can see that I’m going to have to keep an eye on you Jade, you’re going to be naked when you meet lots of men and I don’t want you fucking all of them.” “But some of them is okay is it? And I’m going to meet all these men totally naked am I?” “Yes, and you’ll be in the throws of an orgasm when you meet some of them.” “Oh yes, and how is that going to happen?” “You’re going to have a remote controlled vibrator inside you and I will be controlling it and making you cum whenever I want.” “Well if you don’t stop twitching that cock of yours inside me I’m going to cum here and now.” “It’s working, good.” It did work and a short time later he dumped yet another load of seed inside me just as I too was cumming. “Pour me some fresh, hot coffee please Jade.” John said as his soft cock slid out of me. “Yes Master.” I said as I got up and went to the coffee machine. “Good to hear that you are getting the terminology right Jade.” “What do you mean?” “You called me by the right title?” “Seriously, you expect me to call you Master?” “Not all the time, just when I’m ordering you to do something.” “Wow.” “You’re a submissive Jade and I’m dominant, so yes.” “I’m a submissive am I?” “Yes you are Jade, and you are going to give yourself to me totally, one hundred percent, do absolutely everything that I tell you Jade regardless of whether or not it embarrasses, humiliates or disgusts you. You body is now mine to do with as I wish and you will want me to do whatever I want with it.” “Wow, maybe I need something stronger than coffee to drink?” “No Jade, it’s what you want and you already know it. Now grab your coffee and think about what I’ve just said while I show you round your new home.” It was difficult to think about anything other than what I was seeing but I did conclude that he was right, and what’s more I was enjoying it. I felt like I was really starting to get to know the real me and getting to like John more and more. As I said before, it’s a big house, very big. Apart from the usual rooms there was a smallish swimming pool and one room that John called the games room. It was empty but it could easily accommodate a big pool table and a lot more. Another room that John called the workout room had just a couple of workout machines in it and when John showed it to me he told be that he also owned a gym in town that we’d be going to. He said that he used those machines there nearly every day and went to his gym at least once per week. He also told me that he’d be getting more machines in there and that I was going to use them every day. John opened another door and I saw that it led to the garage that was big enough to take half a dozen cars. One corner of it had a carpet and there were metal rings on the walls and ceiling. What are the rings for John?” “They’ve been waiting for you Jade.” “What?” “Waiting for the right girl to come along and here you are. We’ll soon have you swinging from those rings.” “What? I don’t understand.” “Don’t worry about it Jade, just remember that they are there, you’ll figure it out and find a use for those rings.” There was just so much to take in that I decided to forget about the rings. We left our mugs in the kitchen and went up the wide stairs. John following me and groped at my pussy as we went. At the top he showed me four big bedrooms, all with their own bathroom. Apart from his bedroom there was one room that I hadn’t seen in and when John opened the door I just stood there in amazement. I was looking at a long desk with six huge computer monitors attached to the wall behind the desk. Each monitor was switched on and obviously connected to one or more computers because they were all displaying all sorts of data. Not videos or images, data. “What is all that?” I asked. “My job, this is how I make my money, those monitors are displaying information from the money markets all around the world.” “Wow, I haven’t a clue what all that means.” “You don’t need to know the details, I’ll give my new PA a summary in the next week or two just in case the taxman decided to question her to justify her huge salary.” “So when do I meet your new PA, is she beautiful and do you have her running around the house naked like me?” “Give me your hand Jade.” I did and he led me to his bedroom and to the big mirror on the wall. As we were going there he told me that his new PA would be walking all around the house totally naked and that I wasn’t to get jealous. I was stood in front of the mirror with John behind me, his hand round me and cupping my little tit (John is around twenty cm taller than me) when he said, “Jade, I’d like you to meet my new PA, Jade, this is Jade.” The penny dropped and I said, “Me, a PA?” “Yes Jade, you’ll be registered as an employee just as soon as you leave my body alone long enough to do it.” “Me leave you alone, that’s a bit rich from the guy who’s dumped at least twenty loads of sperm inside me in the last twenty four hours.” “All your fault Jade for being so beautiful and begging me to fuck you, and we’ll talk about your body some other time.” “I’ve never begged you to fuck me and what’s wrong my body?” “There’s absolutely nothing wrong with your body, it’s beautiful, but you will beg me to fuck you, there will be times when you would commit murder just so that you can get my cock inside you, but that’s going off the subject, you are my new PA with a salary of 100,000 Cayman Island dollars per year, not that you will need to spend any of it, I will give you a company credit card with no limit on it. “Wow, I don’t know what to say except that, “What are Cayman Island dollars, is it monopoly money?” “No, Cayman Island dollars are good, about 90,000 British Pounds, I have a friendly bank manager there who keeps telling the British taxman that my account only has enough in it to cover monthly salaries.” “And are you about to tell me that you have a huge villa in the Cayman Islands as well?” “Actually yes, we’ll be going there when the weather gets cold here, I can run my business from anywhere in the world.” “Wow, John, I don’t know what to say other than please fuck me, I’m begging you, please fuck me.” He led me over to his bed and pushed me onto it and rammed his cock into me then he fucked me until we’d both cum again. By that time I’d lost count of the number of times that John had fucked me in the last twenty four hours. We lay on the bed with me half on him, enjoying just laying there on him. “Yes,” I thought, I’m going to enjoy living with this man.” After a while John eased himself from under me and said, “As much as I want to fuck your brains out again, I need to do some work, I have phone calls to make and goods to order as well as making some more money. Jade, is it safe to leave you alone in the house, you won’t put all the valuable in the back of my car and drive off will you?” “How can I John, I haven’t got any clothes?” “And that’s something else we need to do Jade, measure you for some clothes. I’ll get the computer to measure you sometime in the next couple of days, you won’t need any clothes for at least a week.” “!, I, I’ll be right here John.” I replied, too stunned to think of anything else to say. “It’s okay Jade, you can wander around, make yourself at home, after all it is your home now. Go outside, have a wander around before it starts to get chilly, do what you want, I’ll shout for you if I need you.” With that John put on some boxers and left the room. It was the first time that I had been fully relaxed without being asleep, but regardless of how many times I told my brain to stop thinking it would start again in a few minutes. I got up and went to the bathroom and turned the shower on. As I waited for the water to warm up I looked in the mirror and pinched my butt to confirm that I wasn’t dreaming. The shower felt good and for what seemed like twenty four hours my pussy felt dry, albeit a little sore from so much fucking in such a short time. After drying myself I again looked in the mirror as my eyes instantly went to the parts of my body that I like the least, my waist was a little too large for my liking, my pussy was a little too puffy, my inner lips were way too big for my liking. “But John must like me like this,” I thought, “I wouldn’t be here if he didn’t.” Resigning myself to accept that I was what I was, I left the bathroom and started to wander around at my own pace, giving me time to absorb everything and by the time I got to the kitchen I was starting to accept that it wasn’t all a dream, even walking around the house totally naked didn’t feel as weird as it first had. I headed for the swimming pool thinking that I might just have a quick dip but when I got there I looked outside and it still looked to be a nice day. I opened a door to outside and discovered that it was still warm. “Dare I?” I thought. “John said that I could go outside but I’m naked, I can’t go outside naked, it’s just not done.” I looked around outside and couldn’t see anyone, not even another house. “No I can’t.” I thought. “Why not? John said that I could and I’ve never done it before. But it’s so wrong. No, that doesn’t matter now, I’ve got John to look after me and he says that’s it’s okay.” And I stepped outside, my hand immediately moving to cover my tits and pussy. The evening sun felt nice on my skin as I looked around to make sure that no one was seeing me. After a couple of minutes I started to relax a little then thought, “This isn’t as scary as I thought, dare I walk around a bit.” The internal debate went on for a few seconds then I slowly started walking, and looking all around. It seemed like hours but it must have only taken me a few seconds to walk to the flower bed, and the world still hadn’t ended. Everything was so deadly quiet so I took a few more steps, then some more. Stopping again I looked around and saw no one and I could hear no one. I slowly lowered my hands and to be honest I felt good, sort of free and liberated. I listened then looked around again then thought, “Wow, this feels good, naughty but good, so exhilarating but what if someone sees me? Jeez, I’ll crap myself. Sod it, this is John’s garden and no one is around so I can be naked here.” I cautiously relaxed and started looking around, not for people, but at what there was in and around the garden. The garden was nothing special but well kept and I imagined John pushing a lawnmower and pulling weeds out. The other side the fence I could see trees, lots of them. It looked like John’s house had been built into the side of a forest. A noise startled me and I chickened out and ran back to the house with my heart pounding. Looking back outside I saw nothing and cursed myself for being so stupid but at the same time I decided that I had been brave enough for one day. I looked at the swimming pool then dipped a foot into it, it felt warm. “Shall I?” I thought. “Sod it, John said I could.” And I dove in. And that was another nice feeling that I had never experienced before, the water rushing passed my nipples and pussy felt good, really good. I splashed around and swam underwater from side to side and end to end, it not being very long. When I got out I looked for a towel and found a pile of them in a cupboard. I got dried then thought about wrapping the towel around me but John had said that I could to be naked all the time so I dumped the towel in the hamper and went to look for John. Outside the door to his office I could hear that he was talking to someone, presumably on the phone so turned and went back downstairs. I’d only been down stairs for a minute when the doorbell rang.

Sandra is Different by Vanessa Evans Part 5 I arrived at the university’s gym at the time agreed with Isla which was 30 minutes later than the previous week, and I had to wait a few minutes outside for her. I saw one guy come out carrying his kit bag and when he saw me he turned around and went back in. I wondered if he’d gone earlier hoping to see me and then left when I didn’t appear at the same time as the previous week only to see me outside and decide to have another workout. When Isla arrived I turned and we went in. The ladies changing room was empty and within seconds we were both naked and putting our trainers and our leotards on. “You look good Isla.” I said as I looked at her pokie nipples and the difference in colour of her nipples and areolae to the rest of her tits through the black, see-through leotard. I could also see her slit. “So do you Sandra, that white leotard may cover you but it certainly doesn’t hide anything.” “I’m not done yet.” I replied as I bunched the crotch and made it disappear between my labia and on one side of my clit. “I’m going to do that later.” Isla said. We went to the workout room and I was happy when I saw that there were indeed more young men, and more girls, although I didn’t know if the girls were there to look at me and Isla or just to workout. Some of the guys were definitely there to watch Isla and me, their eyes having found us just as soon as we walked in. “Shall I follow you round Sandra, Suzie seen as we’re in flashing mode.” We giggled a little then I replied, “Okay Kat.” We started doing my routine round the machines and before long I noticed that the crotch of Kat’s leotard had disappeared between her lips although her clit was still covered and not even protruding like mine was. All of a sudden I was grateful for my longer than average clit that never wants to hide below its hood. There was 2 notable machines that gave us a lot of pleasure, the first was the exercise cycle where we pushed each other, on seats that was too high, until we’d both had an orgasm. We were both reasonably quiet and neither of us knew if any of the other people in the room had realised. The second pleasurable machine was the hip abductor where we both strained to keep our legs spread wide, and our pussies on display, to the small group of others, including 2 girls, in the room, some of whom had gathered in front of the machine. When it came to the floor exercises Kat stood beside me and copied everything that I did, including the leg stretching. Kat really had to concentrate when I was doing my Katas, there’s a lot to remember so I did them slowly so that she could copy each move. I decided to add 1 exercise to my routine, standing splits. I had been reminded of them one time recently when I’d been browsing the internet looking for exercises that would really display my pussy, especially in the leotard that covers next to nothing. When Kat saw me going into that pose I saw her jaw drop then turn into a big smile as she lifted her right leg and pulled and pushed it until her foot was way above her head. The 2 of us stood there like that appeared to please our little audience because I could see a few growing bulges in the guy’s shorts. I also saw 1 of the girls licking her lips and I wondered if she’d still be around when we went to the changing room. Floor exercises over, we were stood getting our breath back when a couple of the guys came over to us, both asking if we could ‘spot’ them. “Sure,” I replied, “we’d be pleased to help you.” Kat looked at me wondering what we were talking about so I said, “Just follow me, it’s easy and I guarantee that you’ll enjoy it.” And like having a guy’s face so close to her mainly uncovered pussy Kat did. Two different young men actually, because after the first 2, 2 more guys asked for our help as well. By the time we left the workout room I’m sure that Kat was just as wet and horny as I was. As we walked back to the changing room I told Kat that I was thinking of adding some yoga poses to the end of the routine. “Ones that really show off our pussies I hope.” Kat said. “Of course, there’s no point in doing them if we can’t show our pussies at their best. Have you ever done any yoga Kat?” “No, but I watched a bit on the TV once.” “I’ll look on the internet, there’s bound to be some there.” I replied. “You will be coming again next week won’t you?” “Try and stop me Suzie, I might even come another day this week. Now that you’ve given the courage to make it a lot more fun I think that I’m going to get a lot fitter.” “I’ve given you courage? It’s more like you’ve given me some. Let me know if you come any other time, I might just join you.” There was a third girl in the showers, the one that had been staring at us and licking her lips when she could see our pussies. No sooner that Kat and myself had started soaping each other than the third girl turned to face us revealing her bald pubes and tits about the same size as Kat’s, and said, “That was quite a workout you two just had, and I have to say that I liked your outfits probably as much as the guys in there did, Are you two sisters or something?” “No.” Kat replied. “Lovers?” “No,” I replied this time, “just friends who think the same way.” “Well I like the way that you think, where did you get the leotards?” I told her then added, “We’d prefer to workout totally naked but we’re not sure that the management would approve, not like the swimming pool where we’re going next and no one there seems to care.” “You swim naked at the pool? Oh, I’m Sofia by the way.” I introduced Kat and myself (Suzie) then said, “Yes, we’ve been skinny dipping there the last 2 weeks and no one has complained.” “Interesting,” Sofia replied as I started soaping Kat’s tits. “So you 2 are not sisters or lovers, it’s just that ………. “ I instantly realised what Sofia was thinking and replied, “We both get so horny showing our naked bodies that we just have to do something about it and it’s always better when someone else is playing with your tits and pussy even if it is another girl. That’s not a problem here is it?” “Not at all, I couldn’t agree more, even seeing other girls expose themselves makes me horny, never mind exposing myself.” Sofia said, “would you mind if I caressed your tits Suzie? They’re so unique, fabulous, I wish that mine were the shape of yours.” “Only if we can caress your body as well Sofia.” The 3 of us smiled and all 3 of us were soon caressing each other all at the same time. The inevitable happened and minutes later all 3 of us were enjoying the afterglow of our orgasms. “So,” Sofia said once our arousal had diminished a little, “you two are going nude swimming now are you?” “Yes.” Both Kat and I said almost at the same instant. “Are you coming with us Sofia?” I added. Sofia said nothing for a few seconds then replied, “You know, I think that I will, I’ve never been skinny dipping before.” “You’ll enjoy it, and you’ll enjoy the men looking at you.” As we were getting dressed I noted that Sofia also didn’t put any underwear on and she was wearing a short floaty skirt. As we walked over to the swimming pool I asked Sofia if she always went without underwear. “I didn’t before I came here, my mother would have thrown a right wobbler if she found out. I did occasionally and if my brothers found out they’d start tickling me and we usually ended up on the floor with me with my skirt up around my waist. I sort of liked them seeing my pussy but it was a good job that they never started tickling me when my parents were around.” “So your brothers seeing your pussy turned you on Sofia?” Kat asked. “I never really put 2 and 2 together back then but yes, I suppose that it did.” “So would you let your brothers fuck you Sofia?” I asked. “Wow, direct and to the point Suzie,” Sofia replied, “just like your tits. You really are a lucky girl Suzie, my tits are just ‘average’.” “Yes she is lucky.” Kat added. “They’re just tits.” I replied. “I like all of yours, nice and soft and sensitive. I bet that all those girls with melons on their chests wish that theirs were like either of yours.” “Or yours Suzie.” Kat added. “But mine are a bit freaky, okay, some younger girls have them like this to start off with but they develop into ones that look ‘normal’, mine have never done that.” “But you like them don’t you Suzie?” Sofia asked. “I do, I like being different even if it is freakish.” “Well I’m sure that they guys like them.” Kat said. “They seem to, look at that guy at the Funfair yesterday, he couldn’t take his hands off them.” “You let a guy at a Funfair grope your tits Suzie?” Sofia asked. “She did,” Kat replied, “and you should have seen the dress that she was nearly wearing.” “So you like flashing a lot of skin do you Suzie?” Sofia asked. “I think that all 3 of us do.” I replied. We were still giggling a little as we entered the pool building. “Are you sure that this is okay?” Sofia asked as the 3 totally naked older teen girls headed for the archway between the girls changing room and the pool, none of them trying to cover their bits with their hands. “No,” I replied, “but no one said anything last week so what the hell, let’s do it girls. What’s the worst that can happen?” “We can get thrown out and barred from coming here again.” Sofia replied. “Who will know, no one checked our student IDs when we got here. In fact there was only that girl in reception and she looked so bored that a football team could have walked in and she wouldn’t have noticed.” Kat replied. “I wouldn’t mind a football team seeing us like this right now.” I said. “Me too.” The other 2 said at the same time. There were a few more people, guys and girls, in the pool than the previous week and I again was happy that I’d decided to go a bit later. No one said anything and only a couple of the guys stopped what they were doing and stared. We went to the end and dived in, having an informal race to the other, shallow end. “Wow,” Sofia said when she stood up next to Isla and me. “That’s an amazing feeling, whoever invented girls swimming costumes wants shooting. Every girl should experience swimming naked.” “Even when you get the guys perving on you as often as they can?” Kat asked. “Especially when you get the guys perving on you as often as they can?” I replied. We all giggled a little then headed off back to the other end of the pool. We did a few more laps, usually stopping at the shallow end and standing up to talk for a while before swimming again. Most of the guys there stopped at the shallow end some of the time and had a good look at our tits, a couple of them trying to talk to us be each time we cut them off and they gave up. When we’d had enough we got out at the shallow end and took our time walking back to the changing rooms letting everyone there see all of our naked bodies. In the showers there was no touching each other but I had a play with my clit and had a nice little cum before we got out and dressed. As we left the building Sofia asked Kat and me if we minded her telling all her friends that Monday afternoons and evenings were nude swimming. Both Kat and myself said that we didn’t mind but secretly I was a bit disappointed because I like it when I am the only one naked and all men’s eyes are on my naked body but I told myself to stop being selfish. Then Sofia asked, “Do you think that we could be naked for our workouts as well?” “Now that would be really good.” I replied, “but let’s tackle one problem at a time.” We agreed and Sofia went off on one direction and Isla and me in another. As Isla and I walked I remembered what Lisa had said about working at the erotic equipment convention so I said, “How do you fancy a day out Isla, working at an erotic equipment convention demonstrating sex toys to the public?” “That sounds ‘interesting’, keep talking, what’s an erotic equipment convention?” “I don’t know all the details yet but I do know that it’s promoting sex toys but there is one drawback.” “What’s that?” “We’d have to be naked all day in a place with hundreds of people walking around.” “How’s that a drawback? I’d consider it a benefit. Do they pay us as well?” “I have no idea, but I’d do it for free just for the benefits.” “So would I Sandra. Where and when, I’ll happily skip a class or lecture to do that.” “I don’t know any of the details but if you’re happy to do it then I’ll pass that on. I’ll let you know any more when I do.” We parted with a reminder of where and at what time we were meeting on the Wednesday. There was only Andy in the common room when I later went to make myself a coffee before going to bed. We both said hello but he seemed engrossed in something on his laptop and he ignored my nudity. ***** On the Tuesday afternoon when I got back to my room I decided that I was hungry, and as I didn’t think that any of my flatmates were at home I went to the kitchen totally naked and got on with preparing my food. No one had returned when it was ready so I sat on one of the sofas to eat it. As I was eating I realised that I was quite tired and when I finished eating I put the plate on the floor and decided to have a minute’s rest before going to wash my plate. The next thing that I knew was Geoff and a couple of his mates were looking down on me and Geoff was saying, “Hi Sandra, are you dead or alive?” “Oh hi Geoff,” I said when I was awake enough to do so, “brought more of your friends to perv on my body again have you?” “This is Simon and Oliver, remember them, they’ve come to make a cast of your chest.” “What!? Oh yes, you haven’t actually managed to get some Plaster of Paris have you?” “We have,” Simon said, “I’m doing an Arts course and we use it to make models.” I was still groggy and was cursing that I’s agreed to it but as I started to come round I decided that it could be fun. “Okay, where do you want me, what do I have to do?” I asked. “Well,” Simon said, “if we were doing this with most girls we’d make the cast with the girl on her hands and knees and her tits hanging down but you doing that wouldn’t make any difference so we were thinking that you could lay on the table and we’d rub the mixture over your tits and pussy. Sorry, did I say rub, I mean spoon it on and then smooth it with the back of the spoon.” “I think that it will be easier if you use your hands,” I replied, “you can get more in your hands than a spoon.” I watched Simon and Oliver grin at the thought of putting their hands on my tits. Then I thought, “What the hell, may as well let them do my pussy as well, they’ll only pester me until I agree.” “Okay,” I said, “go and mix the stuff.” Geoff interrupted before I could finish speaking. “I’ll clear the table and get you spread out ready Sandra.” “I was going to say that you could do my pussy as well but it sounds like you were intending to do that anyway.” “We thought that once we’d got your nipples really hard you’d want us to do your clit as well.” Geoff said. “And I suppose that you’ll be helping them as well Geoff?” I asked. “Is that a problem Sandra?” Geoff asked. “I guess not.” I replied. Simon and Oliver appeared to be taking a long time getting their mix ready and as I lay there, spread eagle on the table, my nipples and clit were starting to tingle. Geoff was looking down at me and after a while he said, “They’re taking their time, I’ll just get started making your nipples get really hard, I’m assuming that you’d want them at their best in the mould Sandra.” I didn’t say anything as Geoff’s hands started playing with my nipples causing me to moan a little and the tingling to get stronger. I was just getting really excited when Oliver appeared and said that they were nearly ready. “Shouldn’t you rub some grease or oil on my skin first to make sure that you can get the cast off in one piece?” I asked. “That’s what I’ve come over to do.” Oliver said as a bottle of cooking oil appeared from behind his back. “Will you help me please Geoff?” Seconds later 4 hands were rubbing the cooking oil all over my chest and I was starting to think that if the kept going I’d have an orgasm. Then Simon appeared with a big plastic bucket and plonked it down on the table between my legs. “We have to do this fast,” Simon said, “If we spend too much time tweaking her nipples this stuff will go as hard as her nipples before we’ve got it in place.” Geoff backed away saying, “You 2 get on with slapping it all over her chest, I’ll work on her clit to get that really hard.” “That shouldn’t take long.” Simon said, “it looks as hard as my little finger already. Don’t forget the oil Geoff, we don’t want to have to rip it off.” “I don’t suppose that would be any worse that ripping wax off her,” Geoff replied, “Do you wax Sandra, or do you shave? Or have you had it all lasered off?” I don’t know why I answered that but I told him that I shaved every morning. “Just like me.” Geoff replied. “You shave your pubes and cock every day Geoff?” Oliver asked as he put another handful of cold, Plaster of Paris on my left tit and started spreading it all over that area. “No stupid, I was talking about my face.” Geoff replied. In between my moans and wondering how long I could hold back the orgasm that was starting to build inside me. I thought about me giving a blowjob to a man who had no hair there. I almost instantly wished that all men shaved their pubes, I’d developed a hatred for getting pubic hairs stuck between my teeth or stuck at the back of my mouth. Other than a sort of wet feeling, my chest and tits felt nothing as the Plaster of Paris started to dry. Not only did it cover my tits bit it covered most of my ribs as well. Meanwhile, Geoff was playing with my clit with one hand and rubbing the oil all around my pussy with the other hand. The inevitable happened and I orgasmed with the 3 of them looking down on me. When I’d just about got back to normal I first heard Geoff say, “Now that we’ve got that out of the way we should be able to get a cast of her pussy without her jerking about.” Simon then said, “Shit, this damned stuff has gone hard, I’ll have to mix some more. Give me a hand please Geoff.” Simon and Geoff went to the kitchen and Oliver stepped close to me and said, “Do I need to get you off again Sandra, we don’t want you cumming when the mix is drying.” I looked up at Oliver and smiled. I didn’t need to say anything because I soon felt the finger of one of his hands enter my hole and a finger from the other hand rubbing my clit. I was still quite aroused so it didn’t take long for me to be going over the edge again. I was still coming down from that high when I felt a dollop of the new mix land on my pussy. I gasped then said, “Fucking hell, that was a shock.” It’s a good job that you don’t have any of those flaps that get all over the place Sandra. I’d hate for a flap to get trapped when we pull the cast off. “So would I.” I thought, again pleased that I had no inner labia. As the cast of my pussy was drying the guys started to take off the cast off of my chest. I was expecting some of my skin to be stuck to the Plaster of Paris but with Simon on one side of me and Oliver on the other they gently eased the mould off me. When it was free I could see the shape of my chest, and in particular my tits. To me they looked more pointy and prominent that when I look down at the real thing. I felt proud of my shape. “Spray it with silicone then peel it off and we have the basis for a jelly mould.” Simon said. “Hey Simon,” Oliver said, “what’s the chances of you being able to use the Art department’s 3D printer? It looks big enough to be able to scan then print a perfect silicone replica of Sandra’s body.” “You mean like one of those Chinese sex dolls?” Geoff said. “That wasn’t what I was thinking,” Oliver said, “but yeah, it would be like that, a mannequin, like fucking the real Sandra anytime that we wanted.” “Hey guys,” I said, “I’m still here, and who says that you can’t fuck the real thing anytime that you want, none of you have asked me. But I do like the idea of a perfect, silicone copy of me being out there. Is this stuff on my pussy dry yet?” “Err probably.” Simon replied. As he and Oliver started to ease the cast off my whole lower abdomen Simon said, “It would take a couple of days to print something the size of Sandra, maybe if we could get Sandra there on a Friday afternoon after the Lecturer and staff have left we could get it started and leave it running all weekend. What time are you free on a Friday afternoon Sandra?” “About 2, are you seriously thinking of making a 3D model of my whole body? Ouch, steady guys, that’s my clit that your pulling on.” “Sorry Sandra,” Simon said, “the Plaster of Paris had moulded round the shape of your clit which has a little bell-end on it, I’m sure that if we take it easy it will come off. Can I let you know when we want you to come and be scanned. It doesn’t hurt or do any damage to you, we scanned one of the students head the other week and he’s still as stupid as he was before he got scanned.” I thought for a couple of seconds. The idea of a perfect replica of me knocking around somewhere sounded great. I wondered if Simon could print lots of them and sell them. “Okay,” I replied, “just let me know when.” The cast came off me without any further problems and as I looked at it I liked the shape of my pussy, especially the hollow where my clit had been. I was quite proud of those casts but as I got up onto my elbows I saw that there was bits of dried Plaster of Paris all over me around where the casts had been. “I’m going for a shower.” I said as I got off the table. As I was walking to my room Emily was arriving and when she saw me she said, “What the hell happened to you Sandra?” “Geoff and his mates.” I replied, “go and see what they’ve got.” Emily looked puzzled but she went to the common room and I continued into my room and the shower. I didn’t go out of my room again that night although I did think about when I’d said ‘who says that you can’t fuck the real thing anytime that you want, none of you have asked me.’ and wondered if it had registered with any of them and if they’d ask to fuck me. I also smiled at the thought of Lisa’s shop replacing all her mannequins with perfect copies of my body, and the real me standing next to a couple of them, all naked and wondering if the customers would realise that a real naked girl was stood there watching them. ***** It was when I was idly toying with my clit immediately after I woke up that I realised that I no longer had any bras of knickers to wear under my old school uniform for Master Thomas. I thought that he’d want me to be wearing underwear like schoolgirls do so that he could slowly strip me. I’d have to get some. I decided that I’d go to the Gentlemen’s club via Lisa’s shop, that way I could buy some and put them on in the shop without any problems. Okay the underwear that Lisa sold wasn’t exactly aimed at schoolgirls but it would have to do. If Master Thomas said anything I’d just tell him that I put on my sexiest set specially for him. I found it hard to concentrate on my class that morning, my brain was getting all excited about what the afternoon would bring, and my pussy was doing the same. I found myself pressing my knees together then opening them quite a lot of the time and I’m sure that the technician running the class saw a lot of my bare, wet pussy because he kept looking my way. Finally it was time to leave and I rushed back to my room for another shower and shave before donning my old school uniform which consisted of knee length white socks, flat shoes, a plaid skirt (that I rolled the top a couple of times), a white blouse and the school tie that matched the skirt. As I looked at myself in the mirror I was happy with my look but didn’t remember me looking that good when I wore that uniform to go to school. With my little shoulder bag I set off and rushed to the shop. As I walked in Bella immediately asked me what I was doing there. “I’m in a rush, I need a bra and some knickers.” I replied. “I thought that you’d stopped wearing underwear Sandra.” “I have, this is for a man to strip me before he spanks me.” “What! You’re going to get spanked.” “Yeah, can I tell you all about it tomorrow, I’m in a bit of a rush.” By that time I was looking through the displays. “Judging by what you are wearing Sandra I’m guessing that you want something that a schoolgirl would wear, a sexy schoolgirl.” “Yes.” “Well a sexy schoolgirl might wear these.” Bella said holding up a see-through set that was quite small. Bella held them up against me and they looked good. “Come on,” I said, “I’ve got to put them on.” I quickly led Bella to the changing rooms and I quickly stripped with Bella stood where the curtain would have been if either of us had bothered to close it. Putting the bra and thong on I looked at myself in the mirror and thought, “I never remember any of the sluts at school looking like this when they got dressed after PE.” “What the hell, they’ll do.” I said just as Lisa appeared. “What’s going on here? Sandra what are you doing here and what are you doing wearing underwear?” “I’m in a rush,” I replied, “Bella will tell you a bit about it, can I explain the rest tomorrow and can I pay for these tomorrow?” “I’m sure that I can trust you Sandra, and I look forward to hearing all about it tomorrow.” “You will, if I’m still alive or not in hospital.” By then I had put my skirt and blouse on and was fastening up the buttons. Grabbing my bag I almost pushed Bella out of the way and shouted “Bye” as I headed out. Isla was waiting when I got to our meeting place and I took a deep breath then said, “You look good Isla, or are you Kat this afternoon?” “I used Isla on Reddit so I guess that we are Isla and Sandra this afternoon.” “Okay, I only invented Suzie to make if difficult for the guys at uni to track me down anyway. Hey, are you wearing underwear Isla? I just had to go out and buy some on the way here.” “Yeah, I kept one of each just in case. Are you ready to get your backside tanned Sandra?” “Let’s go.” I replied and linking arms we set off to walk down the street to the entrance to the Gentlemen’s club. “May I help you ladies?” the old man in some sort of uniform said as we opened the door and walked in. “I hope so.” Isla replied, “we’re here to see Master Thomas.” The old man looked puzzled for a couple of seconds then replied, “Oh Thomas, that explains it, follow me ladies.” As we started to do so I looked around. The place looked like it was built and decorated in the nineteenth century. Not that it looked run-down or anything in fact it looked very smart, just old fashioned. We were led into a big room that had lots of old, big armchairs, some on their own and some in groups. Each individual or group had a coffee table, most with cups of tea or coffee and some newspapers on them. Most of the men were just sat there reading or sleeping but we were led to a group of 5, middle-aged but distinguished looking men, all of them quietly reading. The man who led us in coughed and waited. When one of the sat men looked up the old man said, “Thomas, your guests have arrived.” “Thank you Jeeves, that will be all.” “Thank you sir.” The old man said then turned and walked away. “Girls.” Master Thomas said, “which one of you is Isla?” Isla lifted her right hand. “So you must be Sandra.” Master Thomas said as he looked me up and down. “Yes sir.” I relied. “Has Isla told you why you are here Sandra?” “I’ve been a naughty girl and I’ve been send here to be punished.” “That is correct Sandra, and how do you expect to be punished?” “Spanked sir.” “Good, we’re all on the same page. Isla, Sandra, these gentlemen are George, Harry, Edward and Charles but you don’t need to worry about remembering their names, just call them sir.” “Yes sir.” Both Isla and I said to Master Thomas. “No girls, they are sir and I am Master Thomas.” “Yes Master Thomas.” Both Isla and I said and the same time. “Now girls, I don’t believe in spanking a girl who has clothes on so please disrobe, both of you.” Both Isla and myself slowly started taking our blouses off then our skirts. We both stopped there knowing that that wasn’t what Master Thomas had told us to do. “Everything girls.” We took our bras off then our knickers and stood in the classic ENF pose. “Are you deaf girls, or are you asking for your punishment to be extended?” Finally, we took our shoes then socks off and gain stood in the classic ENF pose but this time totally naked. “About time girls. Now put your hands behind your heads and interlace your fingers, then spread your feet about a metre apart.” We did then I saw Master Thomas pick up a smallish, brass bell and shake it before putting it back down on the table. The whole room was silent and I slowly turned my head and saw that not only was Master Thomas and the 4, middle-aged looking at us but just about every other man in the room was as well. The only ones that weren’t looked like they were asleep. No disrespect to Isla but I was sure that most of the male eyes were staring at my cone shaped, little tits. I guessed that all the men there were used to seeing the sagging tots of their wives. After a good minute Jeeves appeared and Master Thomas said, “Jeeves, get the Sybian and set it up on the big table please.” I wondered what a Sybian was. “Yes sir.” Jeeves replied. Whilst we were waiting Master Thomas told us to rotate 90 degrees, wait for 10 seconds then do the same again until we were back facing him. Isla and myself did and I wondered if her puss was as tingly and wet as mine was. I could see that her nipples looked as hard and mine were. I saw Jeeves return with a heavy looking box and put it on the table. Then he took out a blanket and spread it on the long, solid looking, highly polished, wood table. Next out of the box came what looked like half a small barrel which he lay on its side. Things fell into place when I saw Jeeves attach a dildo to the curved side (top)of the barrel. “Oh my gawd, he’s going to make us ride that thing.” I thought, “well at least it’s better than a hairbrush or a cucumber.” I watched Jeeves connect some cables then plug the longes cable into a power supply socket. “He’s going to give us some electric shocks.” I thought, still not realizing that the dildo was a vibrator. “Come with us girls, and keep those hands behind your heads.” Master Thomas led Isla, myself and the other 4 middle-aged men over to the table when I got a closer look at the big dildo sticking up in the air. It looked rubbery and at the base, at what I assumed was the front of it, I could see what looked like an upturned scrubbing brush. The though of my clit pressing on that both frightened and thrilled me. “Now,” Master Thomas said, “any volunteers to go first?” Neither Isla nor myself said anything so Master Thomas continued, “Isla, well volunteered, up you get, I think that you can work out what to do.” Isla climbed up onto the table, straddled the Sybian, went down onto her knees and stopped with the tip of the dildo just touching her pussy. “Impale yourself girl.” Master Thomas said. Isla must have been as wet as I was because she easily lowered herself , moaning as she went, and bottomed out. A thought crossed my mind, “Okay, that looks fun but there’s not much of her butt showing for Master Thomas to spank.” Master Thomas was way ahead of me, “Now bend forwards Isla until you can put the palms of your hands way in front of your head which needs to be touching the table.” More and more of Isla’s butt became visible as she bent forwards, gasping and moaning as the dildo moved around inside her. I didn’t know if it was painful or pleasurable. Then Master Thomas said, “Don’t even move 1 millimetre Isla.” And ho took hold of what I assumed was a control box and Isla screamed then moaned over and over. I guessed that the dildo was a vibrator as well and that maybe the scrubbing brush was as well. My clit tingled a lot more at the thought of what that scrubbing brush would do to my clit. Then Master Thomas started spanking Isla’s butt. I observed that Master Thomas didn’t raise his hand really high before bringing it down on Isla’s butt, something that made me think that, although it would certainly make her butt sting, it wouldn’t do any real damage to her. Poor Isla must have been as confused as I knew that I would be, the pain, the pleasure, all at once. “Aargh, ooh, ouch, oh fuck, aargh, ouch, ooh, shit, ooh, aargh.” On she went as Master Thomas rained the swats down on her bare butt until after about the fifteenth swat Isla added to the list of expletives, “Oh fuck, I’m cuuummmiiinnngg,” Master Thomas stopped swatting her butt and we all just watched as Isla’s orgasm took its course then started to recede. Just when I started to think that her spanking was over Master Thomas stepped back and one of the other middle-aged men took his place and started spanking her butt with his right hand as Master Thomas said, “No swearing this time Isla or we will start from scratch.” The swats continued and Isla’s expletives were repeated, without the word ‘fuck’ or ‘shit’. I saw Master Thomas do something with the control box and Isla immediately gasped some more. The inevitable happened and Isla orgasmed again. This was repeated until Isla had cum 5 times, each with a different one of the 5 middle-aged men spanking her. As her last orgasm faded into history Master Thomas said, “That’s it Isla, your punishment is complete, I trust that you have learnt something today. You may get down now and stand where you were with your hands behind your head and your legs spread with. Sandra, it is your turn to be punished now, up you get and assume the position that Isla was in.” As Isla climbed down I got a glimpse of her butt. It was red, very red, but none of it was that horrible dark red and I guessed that it wouldn’t take more than a couple of days for the red to disappear. As I climbed up and took Isla’s place I was a bit nervous and worried that I might not be able to take both the swats and having 5 orgasms, never mind what the vibrator would be doing to my insides. Isla had looked like she’d been crying and apart from her butt she looked okay. I hoped for the best. The dildo wasn’t the biggest thing that I’d had inside me, that was a cucumber, but I’d never tried moving the cucumber around inside me and I was pleased that I easily slid down and bottomed out before bending forwards. It certainly felt strange as I bent forwards as far as I had to, but it wasn’t really painful so I decided that I only had to worry about the swats. Never having been spanked before, not even playfully, I didn’t really know exactly what to expect. Master Thomas let the first swat land before he switched the vibrations on. I quickly forgot my stinging butt as the pleasure of the vibrations really made me happy. I just knew that I had to get myself a proper vibrator, maybe 2 or 3 of them, just as soon as I could. The subsequent swats took my attention away from the vibrations and I was left with the mixture of pain and pleasure, all at the same time. After something like a dozen swats I realised that I hadn’t been cussing as much as Isla had and I wondered if my butt was hurting as much as hers had when Master Thomas was spanking her. What I did know by then that there was every chance that I would get an orgasm from each of the men’s spankings, the first one was rapidly approaching. A split second before it hit me I heard myself letting everyone in the room know that I was about to cum. And it was a good cum, longer and stronger than when my fingers earn their keep. The same routine was followed for all the other 4 men and, although part of me wanted them to start over, the other part of me didn’t know if I’d be able to stand on my feet when I got off the table. They didn’t start over and I did manager to stand on my own 2 feet when I slowly managed to climb off the Sybian and off the table. Although my brain was in a daze and my body was feeling the pain coming from my butt. As the daze slowly cleared the pain in my butt increased but I realised that I hadn’t cried and that I was feeling that afterglow of not 1, but 5 wonderful orgasms. Also, I was feeling tired and knackered. Master Thomas and the other men, the 4 who’s spanked me and they others in the room, were still staring at Isla and me but my brain was so mixed up that I didn’t register the pleasure of them watching me. “Come girls, back to where you were.” Master Thomas said and we followed him back to the place where we’d stripped and Isla and I assumed the same standing position.” “Would you like a drink girls?” Master Thomas asked. When we both said that we would and Master Thomas rang the bell again. Jeeves was soon there. “Two colas please Jeeves.” I’d been hoping for something stronger but I guessed that naughty schoolgirls don’t get given alcoholic drinks. As we waited for the drinks my brain was clearing and, although the pain wasn’t decreasing slightly, the pleasure of the situation was increasing and I started thinking more about all those men looking at my naked body. The drinks arrived and soon disappeared inside Isla and me. When we put the glasses down Master Thomas said, “Okay girls, that is the punishment over. These are for you. “Master Thomas put 2 envelopes on the table then continued, “If you would like the opportunity to make some old men happy and earn some extra money you can come and sit on the lap of any of the gentlemen in this group.” Isla looked at me and I looked at her, then our arms dropped and we went round the table and gingerly sat on a man’s lap. About an hour later and with 5 lots of male cum mixed with the cola in my stomach, I stood and said. “Sorry, but I’m too knackered to do anything else.” Isla agreed and we went around the table and I asked where our clothes were. Master Thomas pointed to another little table where I saw 2 little piles of our neatly folded clothes. I smiled to myself assuming that Jeeves was responsible. Then Master Thomas said, “Girls, please can you leave your phone numbers so that I can contact you for another punishment session, and I also have another proposition for you for which I need photographs of both of you. Just stand there with your hands behind your heads whilst I take them. I watched Master Thomas take the photographs and the other men putting more money into the envelopes and when Isla and myself got dressed, Master Thomas said, “Girls, I am looking for some girls who are prepared to take some sleeping tablets and then whilst they are asleep, a distinguished gentleman will come to your hotel room and use your body.” “What?” I asked. “These distinguished gentlemen cannot afford for their identities to be revealed and they like the idea of having sex with a girl who is unconscious.” “Weird.” Isla said. “Maybe but they are willing to pay a considerable amount of money for privilege of using your bodies.” “Let me get this straight,” I said, “these rich men want to do anything that they want to our bodies without us knowing what they are doing or who they are?” “That pretty much sums it up but I have their assurance that they will not do anything to you that you wouldn’t do with a lover and they would never damage you in any way, and, as I said, they are prepared to pay you £1,000 for a couple of hours of your time.” I looked at Isla and saw a glint in her eye, she was definitely interested. “Make it “£5,000 each time regardless of which of us it is.” I said. “£2.000.” Master Thomas replied. “£4,500.” “£3,000.” Master Thomas replied. I looked at Isla and saw the smile on her face. I nodded and she nodded back so I turned to Master Thomas and put out my hand. “Deal.” “Deal.” We shook hands and I said, “So when, and how will it work?” “I don’t know when, but soon. I’ve thought about the plan and what will happen is that you will go to a decent hotel where a room will have been booked, and paid for, in your name. When you get to it you will strip naked, bathe then take the pill that will be waiting for you. You will then get into bed, still naked, and go to sleep. The pill will knock you out for around 2 hours and will do you no harm other than make you sleep. When you wake up the man will have gone and you can get up and resume your life. The money will be in an envelope with your clothes. If you have any problems phone me and I will sort it out.” “What do you think Isla?” I asked. “You do promise that no harm will come to us Master Thomas?” Isla asked. “I do, and only 1 of you will be ‘in play’ at one time so you can easily check with each other after the 2 hours.” “Okay then, let’s do it.” Isla replied. “Okay Master Thomas, we look forward to hearing from you. Jeeves will show you out.” Master Thomas rang the bell again, Isla and I picked up our envelopes that were struggling to hold all the notes. Nothing was said by any of the 5 men about the fact that neither Isla nor myself had put on our bras or knickers, we’d both stuffed them in our bags. Jeeves arrived then led us to the front door. “Are you okay Isla?” I asked as we walked down the steps to the footpath. “I’m good, are you Sandra?” “Yeah, I’m good too. How much cash do you thing there is in these envelopes?” “Maybe a thousand.” “Not bad for a couple of hours work was it? Will you check my butt please Isla, it’s hurting like hell.” Not caring that I was about to lift the back of my skirt revealing my bare, red butt to anyone who cared to look, I turned my back to Isla and did lift the back of my skirt. “It’s very red Sandra, but there’s no skin broken and no deep red marks so it won’t hurt for long but it will probably be red for 2 or 3 days, what’s mine like?” We reversed our positions and I told Isla that her butt was the same as mine. “I’m really pleased that there’s no real damage.” I said as we started walking again, “Will you go again if Master Thomas phones you Isla?” “Hell yeah, as many times as they want, that Sybian machine, those orgasms, I’d go through that every day if I could.” “Me too,” I replied, I wonder how much those Sybian things cost, I’d like to own one.” “More that we just earned.” Isla replied. “How do you know?” “I saw one for sale on the internet, but at least we’ll be able to buy some vibrators with the money that we’ve just earned.” “Yeah,” I replied, “I want to but some new clothes as well, I might be broke again by the time we go to the gym on Monday.” “I’m going to get one of those Hitachi Magic Wands,” Isla said, “a girl at school had one and she said that it was the best thing her boyfriend ever bought her.” “Hitachi Magic Wand eh, I’ll look that up. I know, I’ll talk to Lisa tomorrow, I’m sure that she’ll be able to recommend some good ones.” What about this anonymous fucking when we’re unconscious Isla? I’ve pretended to be out cold when I was fucked once and that was fun. Not having to talk to them, just get fucked.” I said. “They might be fat or ugly.” Isla said. “We’d be out cold so we wouldn’t know.” “£3,000 for 2 hours laying on our backs, I think that it could be an easy way to get some money and because we’d never see them it wouldn’t matter if they were old, fat or ugly.” “Maybe we could setup one of those concealed cameras and record what they do to us, it would also tell us who it is that fucked us.” “Yes, now that we’ve got some money we could definitely do that, maybe we’d get some videos that we could use to blackmail them.” Isla said. “I’m not sure about that, I’m also not sure that I want to know who it was or what they did to us. I might not like what I find out. I think that I’d like to keep it all anonymous, but you can if you want Isla.” “Maybe you’re right Sandra, maybe it’s better if it remains anonymous, for £3,000 I can live with not knowing. Hey, do you fancy going for a drink Sandra? It’s only early.” “Sorry, I’m too knackered, but I’ll take a rain check if that’s okay with you?” “Sure, I’m quite knackered as well. I’ve never had 5 really strong orgasms in such a short time before.” “Me neither, you don’t know of any parties this weekend do you Isla, I need to pick-up a guy and get my brains fucked out.” “I’ll ask around, there’s bound to be a few going on somewhere, I could do with my brains being fucked out as well. I’ll phone you.” Isla replied. We parted and as I walked back to my room I was thinking, I’d really enjoyed myself and the idea of being fucked, and other things, whilst I was asleep sounded ‘interesting’, Isla had told me that one of her boyfriends had woken her by fucking her and she said that it was an amazing way to wake up but with Master Thomas’s plan we wouldn’t wake up until after the guy had left. I decided that I was happy to try it and see how I felt afterwards. Then I started thinking more about the immediate future, would I go to the common room naked with my butt still bright red? When would it stop hurting? Would I be able to sit still in my class the next morning? Would I loose my voice telling Lisa and Bella all about what had happened to me? What clothes was I going to buy? As I walked into my building I realised that I was hungry, “Sod it.” thought, I’m going to get a pizza delivered, “I can afford it now.” As soon as I got naked in my room I looked at my butt in the mirror. It was bright red but thankfully, as Isla had said, there were no dark red marks and no broken skin. “Give it a few days.” I thought. Then I went online after slowly sitting on the duvet on my bed. The first thing that I did was order a pizza and a bottle of cola. It would take about 40 minutes so I started browsing for vibrators. I found lots of them and I bookmarked a few that looked interesting, making a note of the names for my talk with Lisa. Then my phone rang, it was the Pizza guy to tell me that he was coming up the stairs. Not even thinking about clothes, I picked up my purse and went to the flat door. As I left my room I saw Andy in the corridor. We said “Hi” with him staring at my naked front and I remembered that I was naked. The doorbell rang and I thought, “Sod it, give the guy a nice surprise.” I was just opening the door when I heard Andy say, “Fucking hell Sandra, what happened to your butt.” With the door wide open I said “Hi” to the Pizza guy. I saw his jaw drop as I turned to tell Andy that I’d explain in a minute and giving the Pizza guy a look at my red butt. “Sorry about that,” I said turning to face the dumb-stuck Pizza guy. After 4 or 5 seconds silence I said, “Pizza for Sandra?” “What? Oh yes, sorry, it’s my first day on the job and they told me that I would probably see a few naked university girls but I didn’t believe them. Yeah, Pizza for Sandra, that will be £13.99 please.” “Well I guess that taking that job was worth your while then? I replied as I handed £15 over. “And some, do you order a lot of pizzas?” “This is my first here but it probably won’t be my last.” “I’ll keep an eye out for your address then.” The guy said as he handed me the pizza and bottle of cola. “Thanks.” I said as I closed the door with the guy still stood there. Then I heard him say, “Wow, those tits.” I smiled and turned to go to the common room to eat. Andy was still stood staring at me and as I was walking towards him he said, “Did someone hurt you Sandra?” “Obviously yeah, but it was consensual so you can relax.” “You let someone do that to you?” “Yeah, and they made me cum 5 times so it was worth it.” “I would have made you cum 5 times without doing that to you Sandra.” “Maybe but would you have paid me £1,000 for the privilege?” “Are you turning into a whore Sandra?” “No, it’s not like that, this was just a bit of fun.” “That’s quite some fun you’ve obviously had.” Geoff said as he waked into the room, “does it hurt?” “Of course it hurts.” I replied at I took a bite of a slice of pizza then went and sat on one of the cushion on one of the sofas. “So tell us who did this to you Sandra.” Geoff said. “Not telling, but I will tell you some of the details.” As I ate I did tell them, but not who, where or what the place was like, just the details from getting on the Sybian to getting off it. I didn’t want to risk them finding out anything about Master Thomas. “Fucking hell.” Geoff said, “and that thing that you had to sit on, it was called a Sybian?” “So they told me. I’m going to look it up on the internet when I’ve finished this, do you guys want a slice?” As we finished the pizza Geoff and Andy tried to get more details out of me but I didn’t tell them anything else. Then I got up and put the pizza box in the trash bag then took the rest of the cola to my room. I did some more browsing for vibrators then went to sleep on my stomach with my right hand under me and toying with my clit. ***** I woke with plenty of time to get to my class. As I looked at my butt in the mirror I couldn’t decide if it was any less red. After my bathroom routine I decided on the white, lightweight, skater type skirt, knowing that it wouldn’t cause me any discomfort as I waked around in it. On my top I wore a pink tank top with spaghetti straps. There were little pokies in the front but not bad (good) ones so when I was ready I set off. It was chilly outside so the little pokies became big pokies but I expected them to become smaller when I got into the warm uni buildings. I had an uncomfortable lesson and I so wanted to just stand up and walk around but I couldn’t and I was really happy when the lesson was over and I was walking to my bank to deposit the cash into my account. I got a bite to eat in the food hall in the shopping centre before going to Lisa’s shop for my afternoon shift. Bella pounced on me as soon as I entered the shop demanding to know what I had been up to and why I suddenly needed some knickers and a bra. I answered her by turning my back to her and lifting up the back of my skirt. “What the fuck! Have you been spanked Sandra?” As I started to give her a brief summary Lisa came over and Bella told me to turn my back to Lisa. When I did Bella lifted my skirt and said, “Look at that boss.” “Wow Sandra,” Lisa said, “was that caused by what I think it was?” “Yes, I’ve had my first ever spanking.” I started at the beginning again whist Bella went and served a customer. Again I didn’t give all the details and I didn’t mention what Master Thomas wants Isla and me to do for some anonymous ‘distinguished’ gentlemen. “So you enjoyed your first spanking then Sandra?” Lisa asked. “I did, although it’s been a bit painful ever since.” “I’m not surprised, and you’re thinking of going back for more?” “For that sort of money, yes, and being spanked whilst on that Sybian thing was out of this world. Talking of sex toys, you’re a woman of the world, which sex toys would you recommend Lisa?” “Well, you said that Isla was going to get a Hitachi Magic Wand, well I agree with her, Every woman should have one of those for when she’s on her own and wants a bit of pleasure, let Hitachi do the work. Another thing that I think you will enjoy, you being an exhibitionist, is one of those remote controlled vibrators that has a pinkish antenna sticking out of your pussy, a Lovense or an Ohmibod. I think that you will enjoy people being able to see the antenna hanging down between your legs. Of course both those are better if someone else is controlling them, and you, but they have a ‘random’ feature that can make life quite ‘interesting’.” “Yeah, I saw those when I was looking online last night, I also thought about people seeing the antenna hanging below my skirt. What about a Sybian, have you got one Lisa?” “No, Steve and I have a big mortgage and we don’t have that sort of money spare. Steve gives me all the fun I can cope with but I’ve used one and yes, it was amazing. You might be able to use one at this erotic equipment convention, Steve tells me that he’s got girls booked for the Friday and Saturday but you and Isla can do the Sunday for him is you like.” “Which Sunday is that?” “A week after this coming Sunday.” “Can I send a quick text message to Isla please Lisa, check that she’s free on that Sunday?” “You can, then can you start and do some work please, there’s a lot of stock to get out onto the racks.” I sent the text and got an almost immediate reply, yes, Isla was free that Sunday. When Lisa came by later I told her that Isa was free and she told me that she would tell Steve and he would let me know where and when. Bella must have told the other girl working that afternoon about my red butt because Charlotte collared me when I was checking the changing rooms and she asked to see my butt. I had just lifted the back of my skirt with Charlotte squat behind me when a customer walked in and gave us a funny look. Charlotte and I both giggled then Charlotte asked me for all the details. I know that the customer heard us because when she came out of the changing room she was smiling and she asked me if I’d be going back for more. During a quiet period I went round the shop and picked out a couple of semi-sheer tops and a couple of those really short skirts that are shorter at the front than the back and went and tried them on. Bella came and watched me as asked if I was going clubbing. “No, I just want to let people see my assets.” “Well if you don’t wear anything under those they certainly will.” “That’s the idea.” I put the tops and skirts to one side and at the end of the day I took them to Lisa and told her that I wanted to buy them, and pay for the bra and knickers from the previous day. Lisa gave me a really good staff discount and I decided that I do my clothes shopping there again. When I got back to my room I stripped and looked at my butt in the mirror. It wasn’t quite as red and it didn’t hurt as much. I decided to go and prepare myself some food without putting any clothes on. Not only were Andy and Geoff in the common room but all my other flatmates were there as well. All of them had seen me naked in there before, and in the kitchen area so seeing me naked again was no big deal for them but Andy or Geoff must have told the others about my spanking because as soon as I walked in both Lizzy ans Zack asked me to turn round so that they could see my butt. “So Andy wasn’t joking about you being spanked?” Emily asked. “No he wasn’t.” I replied. “And you let some old man do that to you for £1,000?” Emily asked. “Five of them actually.” I replied. “Hmm, let me know if they want some else to spank.” Emily said. I smiled and said that I would. “So how bad does it hurt?” Lizzy asked. “I guess that it isn’t too bad, it isn’t like they broke my skin or drew blood, that would have been a lot worse.” “So how did your class go this morning, I bet that it was uncomfortable sitting on that?” Geoff asked. “Shall we say that I had trouble concentrating.” I replied. “I bet that you did.” Emily said, “so will you be going back for more?” “At £1,000 per time! Of course I will.” “What if they want to fuck you Sandra?” Andy asked, “would you let them?” “No, not for £1,000.” “£2,000.” Geoff asked. “I doubt it.” “£3,000.” Zack asked. “I don’t know, I’d be a whore if I did.” “Hey, a girl has to do what a girl has to do to survive these days.” Emily said. “True.” Lizzy added. “So I’m living in a flat with 3 prostitutes am I?” Geoff asked. “Think what you want Geoff,” Lizzy said, “us girls have to do what we have got to do, go and find a rich Cougar then see if you are so judgemental.” “I didn’t mean it like that.” Geoff said trying to defend himself. There was a few seconds silence so I continued to the kitchen area and prepared my food. That evening I went online and ordered a Ohmibod Esca2 and a Hitachi Magic Wand before my fingers got busy between my legs. *****

Showing Myself by IndianaWoman Showing Myself Ch. 09 I meet with Jim in Chicago again! Ok, here is what happened on my next trip to Chicago. Sorry that it isn't wall to wall sex! Anyway, the next morning I really wanted Kari to take some pics of me so I could show Jim, but it didn't work out. Grrrrr! But I finally made it up to Chicago In addition to him being incredibly sexy and smart and funny, Jim is very kind. Oh, I wish I could turn myself back 20 years and meet someone like him! Nonetheless, we finally were in Chicago again at the same time. He had arrived a day earlier, and I arrived in the morning and had to go straight to work. God, the day dragged on! Finally, I got to the hotel and cleaned up and dressed in a sexy white cotton dress with a very sheer bra and panties underneath. They were light grey with a black outline and I knew Jim would be impressed! If you haven't noticed by now, I am very feminine and always dress up when I go out in public. I texted him, and we agreed to meet in the lobby in 30 minutes. Finally the moment arrived and I came down and saw him sitting in the lobby as handsome as ever. I didn't want to make him self-conscious about being with an older woman, so I just gave him a warm hug at first, and whispered that I was practically naked underneath. But then I asked him if he would mind taking me to Macy's quickly to pick up some nylons, and that it was no more than a mile away. Of course he said it wasn't a problem, and then we would come back and have dinner. It was raining terribly, but ever the gentleman, he had an umbrella ready and waiting. I told him to just drop me off at one of the entrances, and I wouldn't be more than five minutes. I went in, quickly bought the nylons, and then went out another entrance. I texted Jim and said I didn't see him, and that I must have gotten turned around. So I dashed through the parking lot in the pouring rain around to the entrance he was at, and jumped in his car, drenched. He looked at me like I was crazy, and said, "Jennifer, why did you do that?? You know I would have driven around and picked you up!" "Well, you know what happens to a woman dressed like me in the pouring rain? They look practically naked. Guess I have to go back to the hotel and change." "Wait, you did that on purpose?" "Jim, you know how it excites me to be looked at, and Americans are soooooo stuffy about nudity, so I thought I could get away with this. What can they say? A lady gets caught in the rain wearing a clingy summer dress and now she has to dash back to her room and put on something dry. I'm the victim here, and they shouldn't be staring anyway, right?" Jim shook his head and said, "You are unbelievable." We made the short trip back to the hotel, but I told him to park towards the back and leave the umbrella in the car, because for this to look believable he would have to be at least a little bit wet too. Jim sighed, and said, "I know if I argue, you'll just come up with something even more outrageous, so ok." We got out of the car and raced to the hotel lobby, and luckily there were quite a few people milling about either checking in or waiting for the little happy hour bar to open. I looked down at myself, and my nipples were clearly visible through the dress, as was the outline of my panties. The dress was adhered to my legs as I walked through the lobby and people turned around and looked. I made a show of it. "Oh, I know, I told him we needed an umbrella but Mr Smart Guy here said it would be no problem, he'd just drop me off at the entrance at the mall and come back when I'm ready. I guess he didn't make it clear which entrance! Come on Jim, I'm soaking wet!" Jim looked at them and just held p his hands and said, "I'm at fault. I didn't see this coming." It was such a hot feeling. The men didn't want to take advantage of my misfortune, but they couldn't take their eyes off me. My wet dress left very little to the imagination! We got to the elevator, and luckily we had to wait with several other people, and the guys were making sideways glances at me. The door popped open, and several people stepped out and saw me, and I said, "Sorry, got caught in the rain! I couldn't have picked a worse outfit!" We got in the elevator with several guys, and we finally stepped out on our floor, knowing that no one was going to use the "close" button to make it go up sooner. I pulled him into my room and handed him my phone and said "Take some pictures of me like this, I want to know exactly what they saw. I am so wet, and not just from the rain." I did some poses from the front and back, sat in the chair with my legs parted and so the dress pressed against my pussy, and I even stood in front of the AC blower so it would make my nipples hard for a better shot. "Jim, that was so invigorating! You have no idea how that felt! Come here." We stripped off our clothes and made mad love. I told him we could take our time later, but right then I wanted him so bad and to take me any way he wanted, and then I wanted to feel his cum all over my chest. He laid down and pulled me on down top of him, and put his strong hands on my hips and guided me down on his cock. He moved his body upwards as I slid down, and I don't think I had ever felt him so deep before. Neither of us would last long like this. "God Jim, it really seems like you missed me. I wanted to pull my wet dress off in the elevator in front of everyone! That made me so hot!" "You didn't need to. You were practically naked anyway." "Just hearing you say that just turns me on Jim. I'm squeezing myself around your cock. Do you feel it?" I got my answer when he started thrusting even more intensely. Because of the way I used to play years ago in the theaters, I was used to teasing myself and delaying my orgasm for a long time, but now I just wanted to cum. "Jim, I'm right there, but don't cum yet. I want you to soak me. I want to see your cum pour out of your cock." I grabbed his shoulders and let myself go. I could barely control myself as I convulsed on his cock! We definitely were going to have an amazing week! After he made me cum, I got on my back and told him to straddle my chest so I could suck his cock. He entered my mouth and I stroked him with my hand, wanting to make him cum so hard. I brought him to the edge and then stopped, over and over. He said he was going to cum no matter what, so I let him slide out of my mouth and I stroked him until he covered me! He collapsed beside me as I looked at his cum, as though it was the first time we'd been together. I jumped up after a minute and got my bag, saying I had to pick out some dry things. "Oh, ok, I do too, so I'll meet you in the lobby at 8:30?" I called from the bathroom, "Perfect Jim, see you then!" I met him in the lobby once again, wearing a leather skirt and blouse with a camisole underneath. There were still a few familiar faces down there from earlier, and I just shrugged and said, "I guess I'm better prepared for the rain this time. Sorry about that earlier!" We sat at the bar and told the bartender we'd have a drink first and then get a table. I asked Jim if he liked our little adventure. "Well, it really paid off for me I guess." "It paid off for me too. I'm still wet thinking about it." I took out my lip balm, and touched up my lips. "It's my favorite kind. Want some? I need it during this summer heat up here." "No, I'm fine, what kind is it?" "Oh, it's your cum." Jim practically choked on his drink and said, "What??" "Jim, you know I really adore you, but are you paying any attention at all? You have shot your cum in my mouth, on my panties, on my face, everywhere, right? And how many times did I jump up and clean it off? Never. So what did you think I was doing earlier when I jumped up? I was putting it in my little lip balm container. You sure you don't want some?" "The only thing I'm sure about is that I'm bringing my own toothpaste If I ever stay at your place." I laughed and said, "Oh Jim, I wish you could really know how much I'm attracted to you. I love your humor and your kindness and understanding, and your incredible lovemaking. And you let me be me without thinking I'm an embarrassment to you." "No, Jennifer, you aren't an embarrassment. And yes, we have really seemed to hit it off. And I know you're concerned about the age difference, but let's not think about that. You aren't a booty call to me at all." "Thank you Jim, I appreciate that, really, and I'll try to behave for at least two hours, ok?" "I don't think that's possible. It's only been two hours since we met in the lobby earlier, and look what you've already done. We're sitting at the hotel bar with my cum on your lips." "Well, I'll still try. Now, I need you to come out of your shell. What are your deepest fantasies and desires? Don't hold back, there are no rules as long as it's consensual. I have a whole diary from my earlier days, and maybe I'll let your read it sometime. All I ask is that you never hurt me or humiliate me, because I trust you completely." "Don't ever worry about that. I won't, not to mention your revenge would make even Hitchcock's skin crawl." "Ok, don't ignore the question, tell me a fantasy." "I don't know, it's embarrassing to say them, that's why they're called fantasies." "See, that's what I mean! Let yourself go Jim! Should I start asking random people what their fantasies are? Because you know I will, unless you tell me one of yours." "I'll bet they say it's to see a woman with a see-through dress and sheer bra get caught in the rain." "I love that Jim, you are so clever. But you had your chance." I saw two young ladies about Jim's age walking towards us, and decided to bring them into our little discussion. They were both attractive, and one was married. The single one was very cute, with a tall, slender figure. Before Jim realized it, I spoke up and said, "Excuse me, I need your opinion on something?" Jim had that Jim look, afraid of what might come out of my mouth, but he knew it was too late. The two girls looked at me, and I said, "So, I'm Jennifer and this is my friend Jim, and I'm going to tell you he is one of the smartest and kindest men I've ever known. And no, I'm not trying to fix him up with one of you, and he isn't my guy and he isn't trying to pick me or anyone else up. But he's kind of shy, and I just want him to be more comfortable talking." Jim looked at them and said, "I'm really not shy. I have no idea what she's talking about." "Right Jim. You just told me it's embarrassing to tell someone a fantasy. Listen, he and I were joking around and I shared a fantasy of mine, and he said he didn't have any. That's impossible. So I'll tell you what mine is and then you tell me if I'm weird or disgusting." Jim just muttered, "Oh my God...." "Ok, in college there was this really hot professor, and I had a fantasy that after class one day I would go up and flirt with him and tease him, and then we would start making out until, you know, we had sex. It's just a fantasy that I found exciting. It's ok, right?" The girls nodded, and agreed that they've both had fantasies about college professors too. Jim jumped in and said, "Yeah, but if I had said my fantasy is to be a college professor and then one of my students came up and flirted with me and then we had sex, you would have called me a perv." "Oh Jim, you don't get it. Yes, that would be a pervy fantasy because you are the one in power. In our fantasy, we're students but we take power from him. It's so exciting!" The girls agreed completely and I asked them what they had for a fantasy. The married one said, "Well, the other day I was upstairs and I looked out the window and there was a guy across the street trimming trees and I realized he could look right in my window if he wanted to. I imagined how hot it would be if I had just gotten out of the shower and had no idea he was there, and got on the bed and did some work on my laptop and didn't even notice him." I turned to Jim and said, "See, that is really hot! I would love that to happen to me! But Jim, remember your fantasy can't be the guy trimming trees, because no one likes a peeping tom. That's how women and men differ. So, your turn now. Just try." Jim thought for a moment, and then said, "Ok, I'm working at a hotel in housekeeping, and one evening a guest requests extra towels. I walk in and say, 'Housekeeping, you needed extra towels?', but the guest is laying on the bed naked. It was a total setup, and she pretends to be shocked and then tells me to come over and join her." The three us just looked at Jim, and then the married girl said, "Not bad, maybe I should leave my room key", and laughed. I said, "I don't know Jim, that sounds too contrived, like someone else thought of it", and I glared it him. I looked at the other woman, and asked her what her fantasy was. I also looked at her more closely, and noticed she was very attractive. She was very pretty, feminine, and quiet. She was the observant type too, whereas her friend did the talking. "Oh, I don't know, whatever happens I guess." With anyone else I would have pushed her a little bit, but not her. She had a very kind and sincere demeanor, but was also the type who didn't need the attention. "That's fine, it's always the quiet ones anyway that are the wildest", and I smiled at her. We chatted for a few more minutes, and I got the sense that the quiet girl liked Jim. So, I said, "You know, we're going to have a bite to eat, and I assume you are too, so afterwards lets have a glass of wine and chat some more. I'm sure Jim would doesn't mind spending his evening with two beautiful ladies like yourselves." They agreed, and I knew the quiet girl couldn't wait. I said to Jim, "The quiet one is really into you. I sense it. And she's your age. You need to talk to her." "I'm here with you, not to meet someone else. There is no interest whatsoever. Besides, she could be from anywhere." "Jim, a woman sees these things. But ok, it still won't hurt to have a glass of wine." We had dinner at the bar, and during the dinner I got a text from Kari. I hoped nothing was wrong on their very first night alone! But I read it and was pleasantly surprised. "Jenn, I feel silly asking you this, but I was wondering if you could suggest something I could do with Mike that would surprise him. You know what I mean?" "Oh, feeling a little adventurous are we?" "Well, you are so wild! I just want to surprise him." I said to Jim, "This is so cute. I'm letting the young couple I told you about stay at my place while I'm up here, and she's asking me for sex tips to surprise him. Got any ideas? "I'm sure you'll come up with something." "God, I have to do everything! Ok, whatever." I quickly texted Kari back. "Ok, get on top of him and ride him. You know how to do that, right? But before either of you cum, get off and slide down and take his cock in your mouth and tell him how you love to taste yourself all over his cock. Then hop back on. He'll be impressed, trust me." I showed the text to Jim and asked if that was ok, and he said sarcastically that I had to include more detail. I sent it, and I got a text back, "Ok, I'll try. How do you even casually type something like that? I'd be so embarrassed!' "Kari, just let go and have fun. He won't judge. I'm right here if you have other questions." Wow, now I had the visual of what Kari was doing while sitting here with Jim! I could just imagine her body as she took Mike's cock. He's in for such a treat. "Jim, just imagine this. There is a cute young lady that looks kind of like me 30 years ago having sex in my house right now. That's going to be us later." Anyway, we finished our dinner and then moved to the comfy chairs by the fireplace, and I motioned to the two girls to come over when they were finished. They came over and we chatted some more, and then I said, "Jim, I don't really know you. Give us your life story in 60 seconds." "I really don't like to talk about myself." "Oh, there's a shocker. Just try." Jim sighed, and said, "Well, I joined the Marines after high school, got married a year later to my high school sweetheart, did several tours overseas. During the last one my wife said she didn't know me anymore, which is code that she found someone else, and we got divorced. I didn't reenlist, and went to school instead. I studied project management, and I'm now a project manager for an architectural firm, and hate every minute of my job. I'll leave at the end of the year and get a job for a construction company that leans towards more boots on the ground. In my private life, I rarely go out. I come home and cook dinner and sit on the front steps and eat and watch the world go by. I like to read, and usually spend my evenings doing that unless there is a ballgame on. How was that?" The married girl said, "57 seconds, very good!" He sipped his wine and said, "Just like a good Marine." I never knew that side of Jim. It seemed sad in a way, but he is so darned grounded and mature! It made him ten times hotter than before, if that is even possible! I asked the quiet girl, who had since introduced herself as Lisa, about her life, and she had a similar story. She got married early, went to school, and had a couple of kids, but then the marriage fell apart. She lives in Minneapolis and has a good job, and will just continue working until her kids are settled before she even considers dating again. But then she and Jim started bantering back and forth, and they seemed to have so much in common, right down to the books they read! I said to the married girl, "Come over to the bar with me and suggest a wine that you two like. It's on me." We stepped over to the bar and I said, "Is it me, or do Jim and Lisa seem to have a connection? Don't they seem like they would be a good fit?" "Oh yeah, I see it too. She never talks to guys, ever. I work with her, and she never goes out after work or anything. I had to beg her to come down here tonight, and she only came so I wouldn't be alone." "Do me a favor. I want to get Lisa alone for a couple of minutes. Can you come up with a reason to get Jim out of here?" "I don't know, I'll try to think of something." We went back to the table and continued talking and laughing, and then the married girl said, "Jim, you know what? We are flying out tomorrow and I have to return my rental car in the morning, and I didn't even check where the little handle is for opening the gas cap door. Could you go out with me quickly and make sure I don't look like a fool at the gas station? Don't judge me, it happened before." I thought to myself, "This girl is a genius!", and Jim, being the perfect gentleman, was glad to help and didn't make fun of her. As soon as they left, I said, "You and Jim are really hitting it off. You like him? Just tell me, don't you think he's hot and super nice at the same time? I know I do." "Oh, every guy can put on a show in the beginning. But yes, he's very nice." Wow, that was cynical! She's been hurt before. I'll have to reassure her. "But do you think he's handsome? I know he's attracted to you, and he is so darn picky! He never talks to women! I see his body language, the way he cocks his head to the side slightly so he doesn't miss a word. He's taking you very seriously." "Yes, he's very handsome. It's been a fun night, thank you for inviting us." God, she is just too sweet! Perfect for Jim! They came back, and the married girl said she felt so stupid, because the little door just opened on its own, and she didn't even need a Marine after all. We talked for a while longer, and I even told them of the earlier escapade of me getting caught in the rain and how Jim even pretended it was his fault just to make me feel better in front of everyone. That really scored some brownie points with Lisa. Then, we had to say our goodbyes. Jim of course just shook Lisa's hand and said it was a pleasure to meet her, blah, blah, blah, and Lisa, being old fashioned, just said she enjoyed it too and still didn't ask for his number! They left the lounge area and were walking towards the elevator, and I grabbed Jim by the shirt and yanked him close to me. "Jim, if you let that girl get around the corner and into the elevator without giving her your phone number, you are the biggest idiot in the world! She is into you! And not only that, she's perfect for you!" "She lives in Minneapolis. I'll never see her again." "You don't know that! Do you expect to meet someone on your front steps? You have maybe five seconds left to fix this. I thought you were a Marine!" He just muttered something, and dashed out of the lounge. He came back in a few minutes, and sat down. I said, "Well?" "I told her I would like to give her my number just in case we cross paths again." "Jim, you devil! I take it all back, you really do get things done! But let's get down to business. Did you like her? Did you think she was hot? Do you like her type? She's at least six inches taller than me." "Yes, she was nice to talk to." "Oh God, please tell me you will say something more complimentary than that when you see her again! Didn't you notice her tiny waist and the way her breasts filled that tight little shirt? And her beautiful smile? And those long legs? And yes, she was very nice, but the quiet ones are always wildcats in bed. I'll bet she would turn you inside out." "You're not quiet, but you're still a wildcat." "Actually, I am very quiet. I was shy growing up, and always a loner except for a few close friends. But when I trust someone, like I trust you, I give myself completely. That's how she is." "It's a moot point because I'll never see her again and she'll never text me. Besides, you are the woman sitting right here in front of me and I want to go upstairs right now." "Ok, but I warn you, I'm bringing Lisa into our fantasy tonight. I can read her like a book. It'll be like she's right there." We left the lobby and went back to my room. We weren't so rushed this time, and I just stripped down to my bra and panties, preferring Jim to remove them eventually. "You know what? I'll bet Lisa is masturbating right now, thinking about you. Imagine her room is right above ours, just feet away." I reached down to myself and rubbed myself through my panties. "I'll bet Lisa does it just like this, and then slides her panties off and spreads her knees wide when she starts getting close to orgasm." I let my hand wander down to Jim's cock, and he was so hard! "Looks like Lisa is having an effect on you too. I wish she was here with us. Would you like that? I can't even make up my mind which would be hotter- me watching you two, or her watching us?" "How about me watching you two?" "Oh, that figures, every man's fantasy is to see two women! Ok then, imagine the three of us came up here together from the lobby and are lounging on the bed having a nightcap. I let my hand rest on her thigh, but she doesn't resist. You notice this and decide to move to the chair by the bed and observe." My thoughts went back to lounging on the bed with Monika, which I had never told Jim about. I decided to recreate those times, while going a little bit further. "I gently unbutton her shirt, saying that I admire her figure and just want to see what she's wearing. Just as I expected, she's wearing a very feminine bra that compliments her body and smooth skin perfectly. Is that how you imagine Lisa too?' I ran my hand up and down Jim's cock, and got my answer. Women should know that guys fantasize about other women all the time, so why not take advantage of it? I'm going to end up enjoying Jim's cock ultimately, not some fantasy girl. "I could tell you liked her. I liked her too. I wouldn't mind pressing my body against hers at all. Now that I had unbuttoned her shirt, I'd ask her if she would take it off, and she does it without hesitation." I asked Jim if that was something he'd like to see, and he just planted a kiss on my nipple as I felt his cock swell even more. I continued. "I'd tell her that we should put on a little show for you, and she pushes off her jeans and I undress too, so we are sitting there beside each other in just our bra and panties. We can see your cock trying to burst through your pants, and we tell you that you can take it out if you want." I was stroking Jim's cock more vigorously, and in my mind Lisa and I moved up and leaned against the headboard beside each other. "Oh Jim, right now I'm taking Lisa's hand and placing it on my pussy, and I'm doing the same to her. She's not even protesting. Would you like to see that?" Jim moved down and pulled my panties off and placed his lips on my pussy, which was dripping wet by now. "You know what I would like Jim? I've tasted another woman before, and I would love it if you got on top of me while Lisa lowered herself over me." Of course, I had only tasted another woman before because I licked Monika's wetness from her fingers (more than once, I'll add), but Jim didn't need to know that. I ran my fingers through my pussy and brought them to Jim's lips. "This is what Lisa tastes like. I can't wait for my tongue to please her." Jim climbed on me and I felt him enter me. Oh my, this was the best sex yet! I told Jim to not hold back, to just plunge deep inside me. "Oh Jim, Lisa is so wet, you are making her this way. You know she's playing with herself right above us, but she's right here with us too." Jim couldn't take it anymore and I knew he was getting close. "Jim, I want you to cum inside me. Just let it go, I want us to be complete. I want you so bad!" Jim stopped thrusting, and I knew his first stream of cum was filling me. He moved slowly in and out, until he finally collapsed on me, holding his cock inside. I let him catch his breath, and I rolled him off and straddled him, and let his cum seep over his cock. Just as I had told Kari, I slid down and took his cock in my mouth. "Jim, I can taste you and me both on your cock. This is so erotic! You are an amazing lover! You know what I want now? I want to lay in your arm and you reach down and bring me to orgasm with your fingers. Please? Do it like you think Lisa would touch me." In moments I was clutching Jim's chest and felt his fingers slide through my wetness. His touch was perfect, just like I touch myself, and believe me, I've had a lot of practice! Seconds later, I was shivering in my own orgasm. I know, that is more graphic than I usually get, but that's how I felt at the moment! I never have a problem letting go, and I'm very vocal during sex, but I was so driven that night. Plus, we were just getting started, but I'll leave that to your imagination! Anyway, after our virtual tryst with Lisa, Jim looked at me and said, "What was that all about?" "Why, didn't you have fun? It sure seemed like it. I loved it! Like I said, I can read Lisa like a book and she would be great for you. And you've already had sex with her, sort of." "You are impossible. But I love it." I slept in his arms all night, and the week was just beginning! The next morning I got a text from Kari, and I asked how it went. "Jenn, you should be a sex teacher!" "No, I just give hints. You do all the work. But I enjoy helping you find your true self. You are incredibly sexy, you know." "Oh, no I'm not. You are, but I'm just a regular girl." "Not true. Tell you what, we could do something fun together. I told you I want some sexy pictures taken of me for Jim, and if you aren't too shy, I could return the favor." "Jenn! You mean nude and everything?" "Gee whiz Kari, yes, nude and everything. Otherwise I'd ask Mike's parents to do it. How would you like that? Or does seeing a naked old lady creep you out?" "No, I'll do it! And you are not an old lady! You are just so sexy and it intimidates me." "I'll bet Mike thought you were sexy last night. How many times did you cum? Did he cum inside you? I want details!" "I can't tell you all of that Jenn!" "Yes you can. You want me to tell you what Jim and I did last night? The first time he came all over my boobs and I swirled it all over my fingertips and tasted it. Oh, and I'm still naked and was just thinking about him. Five times a day, right?" "Ok, ok, we'll discuss it when you get back!" "Are you still in bed Kari?" "Yes, I just woke up." "I guess Mike had to go to work, huh?" "Yeah, I just have some studying to do." "Would you like to see pictures of me when I was your age?" "Yes, that would be so cool. I'd love to see them." "If you go in my bedroom closet, there is a blue tote that has some albums and boxes of photos. The yellow album is earlier pictures." "Ok, I'll get it. Hold on." There was a pause, and I was debating if I would tell her to take out the metal box that had all of the pictures that Monika and her husband took of me. Just the thought of her looking at them started to get me even warmer down there. "I found it Jenn. Oh, and I love your bedroom. You should be a decorator." "Thank you Kari. By the way, there is a metal box next to the tote that has some glamour pictures of me in it from the same time. You can look at those too and see what I have in mind for pictures of Jim." In a couple of minutes, she texted that she was looking at the yellow album. "You were so pretty! I love your hair. You haven't even changed that much." "Yeah, right. It was a very a nice time. Open the metal box and you'll see more, but I warn you that some are explicit. But the tamer ones are like what I want to send to Jim." There was another long pause, and then Kari texted me back. "Jenn, are you sure I should look at these?? You really are wild!" "I have nothing to hide. Are you looking at the ones where I'm naked and looking out the window, or where I'm on the bed, you know, playing around. Or maybe with my friend." I became soaking wet, knowing that she was looking through my pictures, and also knowing she was too shy to tell me about the most explicit ones. "Jenn, I would be so scared to do that! You are much sexier than me." "Oh no, I've seen your body. Don't make me ask perfect strangers how sexy you are again. You know, there are photographers out there that will make glamour pics of you. Back then, you know what my friends said that took those pictures? That I would appreciate it when I got older. I do." "Ok, but I could never do that." "Yes you can. Tell you what, you give me your camera or phone, and I'll take pictures of you. No one will ever know unless your show them. You are the first one except for my ex that has ever seen these." "Really?" "Yes, really." My fingers were now doing double time through my pussy, trying to read her and seeing if she is getting excited looking at me. "Which picture are you looking at?" "Uh, you are in the shower kneeling down, and, you know." "Kari, you can say it. Yes, I was masturbating. We found it erotic to have pictures taken of me like that. Look for a picture that has another woman in it. That's my best friend, Monika. She would always dry my hair and brush it after I got out of the shower. We weren't lesbians, but we were very close friends." "Yes, I found some pics of her. How old was she then?" "She was 33, and I had just turned 20. Which picture are you looking at?" "God Jenn, it's embarrassing to say!" "Just tell me. No one else is reading our texts." "Ok, you two are leaning back on the headboard, and you are both naked! She has her hand down there covering herself, and of course you are showing everything and one hand is touching one of your nipples." "Ok, so you get the idea. You are young and beautiful, and we'll take some pics if you like. At the very least, I want you to take pics of me. I trust you. And tell me something and be completely honest, because I'm honest with you." "Yes?" "Did it excite you looking at those pics? Not because you like looking at naked women, but because you want to do that too?" "Yes, it is exciting." I was rubbing myself silly, and I decided to sign off and let Kari think about this. "That's good. I've got a meeting at ten, which gives me enough time to finish what I started and then I have to get ready. We'll talk later, and I hope you lounge in bed a while too." "You are impossible Jenn! I really like you." Funny, that was the second time this week someone said I was impossible. If you can imagine me at that moment, my eyes were closed with my fantasies going wild, and my fingers were bringing me to an amazing orgasm. It's the best feeling in the world! That evening I met Jim at the hotel bar again, and we were discussing what we would do. He's such a sweet guy, and said he googled around and said there was a nice little township a few miles away with some outdoor cafes and we could go there. "That sounds wonderful Jim, as long as I end up sleeping in your arms tonight, among other things." Right then, he got a text, and he looked and said, "Huh, Lisa just texted and said it was nice talking last night." "Well, ok, what are you going to tell her?" "I'll tell her I enjoyed it too." "Oh please, do not say that and do not send any text unless I approve it first. Say that you were hoping you would hear from her. You were, weren't you? If you weren't, ignore her text." Jim typed something and showed it to me. "Approve?" Seconds later he got a big smiley face back from her. "See? That other text was so lame. Not all women will do all the work like I will, you know. Now say something complimentary about her appearance. Not too over the top, just something sweet. That is, if you like her." Jim thought for a moment and typed something. I looked and said, "Not bad Jim, you really are a sweet guy! Send it!" They texted back and forth, and she told him he could call her after 9:30 if he wanted to, once she got the kids to bed and all that. "Wow, Jim, even I didn't see this coming. She really likes you. Ok, let's go to that place you mentioned, and we'll be back by 9:30 anyway, and you can give her a call while I make sure you aren't screwing this up." "You don't think that's kind of weird that you'll be monitoring what I say?" "Jim, we already had a threesome last night, right? What's the harm in me playing matchmaker a little bit? I adore you, but I'm not jealous." I placed my hand over his crotch and felt his hardness. I whispered, "Hmm, are you thinking of me or her or both? I'm guessing you really liked those long legs of hers. I did too. If I was into women, it would be someone like her." "I could tell, you were quite animated last night." I felt his cock grow harder. "Yum, I think I'm in for a treat tonight. Come on, let's go so we have plenty of time later." We paid for our drinks and left for the spot he was talking about. It really was nice, and we strolled around and had a wonderful dinner with a cappuccino afterwards. I even behaved myself, but only because I knew we would be having a lot of fun later. We got back to the hotel and he came up to my room. I had changed into a silky top with no bra, and a matching pair of booty shorts. "You like this outfit Jim? I've always liked silk." "You are gorgeous, as always." "I don't know why, but I'm feeling extra naughty tonight. I was texting with the girl that's staying at my house this morning, and I swear we were having phone sex. I mean, I know I was, but I suspect she stayed in bed a little longer. You don't mind that do you Jim? Me playing with myself while telling her what a wonderful lover you are? Don't worry, I won't tell Lisa." I pushed him on the bed and pulled his pants off and slid up beside him and unbuttoned his shirt. I took his phone from his pants pocket and handed it to him and said, "It's after 9:30, time to call her." "I wasn't going to call her tonight. I would look desperate." "Oh, says the guy who sits on the front steps and eats dinner by himself! You are desperate! Good god, call her! I know these things!" "I'll text her and say if it's a good time, she can call." "Ok, that isn't too bad, you at least sound considerate." "Are you going to be right here?" "What do you think? Of course, I have to be here in case you start talking about math equations or something. When you start going off track, I'll punch you in the arm, ok?" He texted, and within a minute his phone started buzzing. Good sign! "Hi Lisa, how are you this evening?" I just rolled my eyes and shook my head, and whispered, "That's all you could think of to say the last three hours??" He continued. "Yes, I know what you mean, I never do this either. But I really did enjoy talking to you last night." Hmm, that was a little better. They continued talking and Jim actually didn't do too bad. "Oh, Jennifer? Yes, if it wasn't for her I wouldn't have run around the corner before you got in the elevator. She travels here for work too, and we've talked before. She's kind of a mother hen, and she thought we should at least stay in touch." I looked at Jim and punched him in the arm and whispered, "Me?? A mother hen?? Does a mother hen do this??" I slid down his body and pushed his boxers down and took his entire cock in my mouth. I let my lips slide slowly upwards, and I could feel him growing hard. I mouthed the words to him, "Am I distracting you?" Jim tried to glare at me, but he knows he could never get mad at me. He resigned himself to his fate. They continued talking, and although they tried to be casual, I could tell they were feeling out if future business trips might help them cross paths again. I moved back up but kept my hand on his cock and whispered, "She really wants you Jim. She would be doing this right now if she was here." I stripped the remainder of my clothes off and straddled his chest, and leaned back and let my fingers slide through my pussy. I don't know why it turns me on so much, but the fact that she was on the phone made me melt! They continued and I have to say, this is the problem with an Indiana guy meeting a Minnesota girl. They kept going and going about mundane stuff! I was afraid they were going to swap recipes or something! I slid back up and whispered, "If you don't say something sexy right now, I'll rip that phone from your hand and tell her I was pretending to lick her pussy last night. She'd probably be relieved that the boredom is finally over." He looked at me, and I took his cock in my hand. I'll have to give Jim credit that he can really multitask, because he was still hard. "Well Lisa, it was really nice to talk to you. And I wanted to tell you that if I seemed to act awkward last night, it's because I found you very attractive and I couldn't focus really. It was so unexpected. But it was fun talking tonight and I really hope to see you in person again at some point." Well, Jim, not bad at all! I'm sure that gave her something to think about tonight! She's probably wondering who that mystery man is! "Ok, so did I pass?" "You did great Jim! You are a very charming man. But what is it with the mother hen thing?? Is that how you see me?" "You know I didn't mean that. I just didn't want her to think we're an item. I already feel bad enough misleading her. I mean, you were sucking my cock while I was talking to her." "Oh, it's only because you made me mad. But you know what? If you two become an item, I promise I will gracefully step aside, under one condition." "I knew there would be a condition." "Oh, stop it. The only condition is that I get to see her again so I can give her some pointers about fashion and stuff. That's all." "And stuff? Uh, why am I worried?" "You should be glad instead. Otherwise you'll be spending your wedding night making cornbread or something." "Maybe she likes quiet homebodies like me, ever think of that?" "I'm thinking she was imagining jumping your bones while she was on the phone. I'll bet she was even pinching her nipples and touching her pussy while she was talking to you." "Your imagination is running wild." "Well, if you play your cards right, those legs are going be wrapped around you and she won't let go. Until then, you'll have to settle for me." Oh, we made such amazing love that night! I told him he could be in charge and I'd do whatever he wanted. I can tell you, if he and Lisa ever get together, she's going to be a very lucky girl. The next morning I texted Kari again. "Did you have a good night last night?" "Yes! Mike's parents came over for dinner just like you said they could, and we had a great time. It was the first time they ever took me seriously. Thank you!" "Kari, I have a sense about people. I knew it would bring you all together. Next thing you know you and Mike will be having sex on their dining room table and you won't need my place." "Jenn!" "Ok, tell me how many rooms you've had sex in so far. Just between us girls." "Just the bedroom." "Yeah, right, don't make me text Mike." "Ok, the living room, and a few minutes in the kitchen! Happy?" "Very. Kitchen sex is amazing. I think it's because it's the most unlikely place. No blankets, no comfy pillows, it's just cold and sterile. What did you do? Did you grip the countertop while he took you?" "I won't tell your everything Jenn, but it was fun." "I think it would be easier to tell you all the places I haven't had sex. I can't think of any right now, but I'll let you know." "You are so funny Jenn, except I think you're serious. Btw, I took some pictures of myself last night for fun, but I deleted them." "Why? I want to see them!!" "I looked so silly and immature. It isn't me." "Oh stop it. You have a natural beauty. Look, I'll send you a pic of me so you see what I mean. I'm an old lady, and I don't care." I had put the silky top and bottom set back on, and pulled the top down almost to my nipples and took a pic and sent it. "See, that felt totally natural. I didn't even include my face. Now I want you to send one back to me. I don't know what Mike has bought you, but even a simple cami and panties would be fine. Just between us." It took about five minutes, but a pic popped up with her wearing pick panties and a white cami. She is so cute! "Well Kari, tell me how it feels that you are laying there while someone hundreds of miles away is looking at a sexy pic of you." "I don't know, I'm nervous I guess." "Well don't be, I'll delete it even though it doesn't show your face, and honestly I don't send people pics either, not even Jim. But I'll take some pics of you in person for you." "Maybe, we'll see." "Kari, I do have one request, but feel free to say no. Can I show this pic to Jim and say this is the girl staying at my house? I want to see what he thinks." "I guess you can, but why would a hot guy like that want to see a pic of me? " "Oh Kari, you have no idea how men think. I'll let you know how he responds. By the way, do I look like any particular actress or famous person? Just curious." "Oh yes! Naomi Watts! I thought that the second I saw you!" I googled some pictures, and she really isn't wrong. I can see the resemblance. So there, now you know what I look like! I told Kari to have a wonderful day, and I went to work, and it dragged on so long. Finally I got back to the hotel. "Hi Jim, how as your day?" "Same old thing. We meeting at seven?" "I can't believe it's Thursday already! I'm so sad. This is our last night." "No, it isn't. We'll get together soon." I sighed. I really liked Jim. "Ok, see you at seven." I got down to the lobby first, and the bartender asked, "Is your boyfriend joining you?" "You are silly, he isn't my boyfriend." "Well, you look like it. Just sayin'." Right then, Jim walked up to the bar and gave me a very worm kiss. Hey, at least he hasn't dumped me for Lisa yet! "You know what Jim? I was just thinking about some playful fantasies, and I hope you indulge me." "Sure, all I do is indulge you. I have no choice." "I know, and you are so good to me. But ok, before I mention my fantasies, tell me about Lisa? Have you texted today??" "Yes, a couple times." "God Jim, don't be such a robot. Give me your phone and let me see." "We just texted normal stuff." "Fine, so show me." He relented and gave me his phone. Ok, I'll be honest, I glanced at all of the people who have texted him, and they were all work people except for Lisa and me. I saw Lisa's texts, and gave the phone back. "You're such a stud, and you're charming in a quiet way. And she is really into you. Don't screw this up." "I'll be fine." "I know, and you two have a future. I see it. But do you still like me?" "Well, that's out of the blue. Of course I like you." "Good. I really hope you get with Lisa, but until then I'm your woman. Hey, want to see who's staying at my house while I'm gone?" "Sure." I showed him the picture of Kari. "I know, no face, but she's very attractive. How about that sexy little bod? She and her guy have been having sex all over the house while we're up here." "Why am I not surprised? Don't get me wrong, I'm glad. I'm just not surprised you know that." "Oh, we talk every morning about our hot guys. I sent her a pic of us together, and she says you're handsome." "She must have daddy issues." "Oh, stop it. Her boyfriend is nice, but once I told her you were a Marine, she took that pic and sent it to me for you to look at." "Yeah, right." "Ok, you caught me. But we do use you in our fantasies." "Guys are terrified by what women talk about." "You should be. But in your case, I went on and on about how sexy you are. I really wish I had Lisa's number so we could chat." "In your dreams." "You have to trust me Jim. Just think it over, and when it's the right time, give her my number." Anyway, we had a wonderful evening and night, and I went back to Indiana the next day. By the way, during this time I told Kari she could share the yellow photo album with Mike if she wished, and I texted him afterwards and said to finally look for a porn star that looks like I used to look. It's so weird, he came back with someone, and it's scary how similar she is to me! He said I used to look like "Dolly Leigh", and if I look at her picture and my pictures side by side, it really isn't out of the question. I won't flatter myself, but I think between Naomi Watts and Dolly you now know what I look like. The next chapter will be about my first date with Rolf. It was fun. Bye Bye!

Sabine Learns English Part 1 By Little Joe Sabine sat in her bedroom and sighed. She'd done it at last. She'd got accepted for a place at an English university; she'd got a room sharing a flat; she'd got moved in. It had been a struggle. To get on in her career in the media she needed good English. Everybody needed good English nowadays, and the way to get it was to spend a year at university in England. "Sabine!" A voice called out to her from below. It was her flatmate Roisin. She had met Roisin (pronounced Rosheen in the Irish fashion) when flat hunting and they had hit it off together immediately. Roisin was short, verging on plump, with curly brown hair and a little snub nose. She had that look about her that said 'I'm a little devil and I know it'. Somehow Sabine knew that life with Roisin would never be dull. Sabine's dark good looks contrasted strongly. She came originally from Munich, but had studied in Heidelberg before coming to do a postgrad MSc in Media Studies at the University of Wessex. "Coming for a drink?" asked Roisin. "Well I must unpack already..." "Unpack, funpack..." said Roisin, "come on let your hair down a bit." They went down to the students bar and ordered beers each. "We need to get you out and about," said Roisin, "that's the way to learn good English." "Oh I am surely not certain already." "Well there's something for a start. We don't end every sentence with 'already' in English. You need to meet some nice guys. A good looking girl like you. The lads will have their tongues hanging out." "Lads? What are lads? And why are their tongues out so? What must they do with them?" "That's for me to know and you to find out," laughed Roisin spreading out her arms and knocking Sabine's little bag to the floor. Sabine bent down to pick it up. "Sabine!" "What?" "Have you got any panties on!" Sabine blushed scarlet. It was a little indulgence of hers not to wear panties round the house. She liked the feeling of freedom. She liked the idea of being a little bit daring, a little bit naughty. But she always put them on to go out. Except today. Today she had forgotten, and she was wearing such a short skirt, and now she had shown her new flatmate! What on earth would she think of her! "I have forgotten!" She blurted out. "Oh yes," said Roisin smiling, "I think there's a little side to our Sabine that it's going to be interesting to find out about." It was Roisin who saw the advertisement pinned up on the Union noticeboard. Sabine would never have answered it if it had been up to her, but Roisin, well she was a different character altogether. It read: "Institute of Human Psychology - Volunteers required: PhD student requires female volunteers for study into psychological reactions to nudity. For further details contact Jenifer Sweeting 2394" "What is it meaning?" asked Sabine. "Who knows? But it sounds like fun," said Roisin, "perhaps we'll be asked to look at pictures of naked guys and say what our reactions are! That would definitely be fun. It’ll get you out. It’ll get you improving your English." "Oh, I don't know," said Sabine. She was, if truth be told, secretly intrigued by the project, but she was shy of admitting this. If it had been a guy looking for volunteers she'd never have considered it, but with a girl it was somehow different. "Go on, it'll be a laugh," said Roisin. Sabine felt a little tingle. She had no panties on, she was a little excited by the idea, and if truth be told was rather pleased to be pushed into it. She wanted to do it, but she would have been far too reserved to ring the number herself. And it would, she thought, giving herself the excuse to go ahead, be very good for improving her English. "All right," she said, "so I do it if you do it." It was of course Roisin who rang up and made the appointment. "Jenifer's invited us round to her flat for coffee," she said, "She’ll explain the project to us there." Jenifer had a smart flat in one of the best parts of town, much more expensive than one would have expected for a PhD student. She was a tall, dark young woman with an assured manner and a certain presence about her. "Well' what do we have to do?" asked Roisin, "look at naked guys and tell you what we think of them!" she grinned widely as she said this. "No, no," said Jenifer smiling enigmatically, "rather the other way round actually." "The other way round? You mean the naked guys look at us?" "Hardly! No you will be naked and we observe the behaviour of the guys, and indeed girls who see you." "Ho!" Said Roisin, "You mean you put a sensor on their willies and see how they react!" “What are willies?” asked Sabine naively. “Sabine! What do you think!” “Oh!” "Not at all, “Jenifer intervened, “For a start the girls don't have willies and anyway I don't think we need a sensor to know how willies react to the sight of a naked girl. No, it's a study in behavioural reaction. We are a psychology department and we study behaviour." "Okay, when do we start?" asked Roisin. Sabine looked on in amazement. Roisin had agreed to do it. She'd agreed on behalf of both of them. She seemed quite happy to walk round stark naked in front of people. "Roisin!" she said. "What?" "We surely can't agree to posing stark naked." Sabine was protesting, but that little tingle had come back. "Why not? It's a scientific experiment. As you say it's no different to posing as a model for a photographer or a painter." Sabine had opened her mouth, but she shut it again. It had long been a secret fantasy of hers to be a nude model. This wasn’t quite the same. “I don’t know. I am not so sure,” she wavered. “Come on,” said Roisin, “it’ll be fun. What better way to improve your English?” "Okay, when are we starting?" and before she knew it she'd agreed. After all she had come to improve her English. "Hold it a second," said Jenifer, "You haven't been accepted on the project yet!" "Oh," Sabine had thought it was all settled. She had been getting quite a little thrill at the thought of it and now maybe she wouldn't be accepted. "I have to see if you're the right body type." "What is the right body type?" "Basically not too fat, not too thin, not to tall, not too short and reasonable well proportioned - we have norms for all these things." "And we have to be within the norms?" "Precisely. Come through here," and she led the way into a back office. There was a desk with a laptop computer, a few chairs and over on the wall a set of scales with a height measuring device. "Height and weight first," said Jenifer. "Ooh! Do we have to take our clothes off!" announced Roisin winking. "Go on, indoor clothes are fine for this." Sabine stepped on the scales and Jenifer noted down her height and weight. "One seven two centimetres," she said, "Sixty kilos. Now Roisin." The girls changed places. "One seventy centimetres and seventy one kilos." What's that in real money?" "Eleven stone two," said Jenifer. Roisin winced. She'd definitely be dieting before prancing around in the nuddy before any lads. "Okay you guys," said Jenifer entering the figures into her computer, "Sabine, your BMI is twent-two - perfect. Roisin - oh dear thirty. You're outside the norm Roisin, we can't use you." "What do you mean 'can't use me'?" "Your BMI, it's an index of body mass, indicates that for your height your body mass lies in the upper quartile." "Which in plain English means." "Roisin darling, in plain English, you're overweight." "Well just a bit!" Roisin looked mortified. "Just a bit too much I'm afraid. Sabine, get your clothes off we can do the measurements now!" Sabine went red in the face. She hadn't been expecting this. It was to be an adventure for Roisin and her. A jape - a jape that was the English word - that they could do together, egg each other on, that was what they said in English, have fun chatting about, and now suddenly she was on her own. "Come on Sabine, get your panties off. That is if you're wearing any!" "Roisin!" she'd told a complete stranger that she, Sabine, liked to go round without panties. Sabine went even redder. She hadn't expected to have to take her clothes off. She was wearing panties, but not very respectable ones, not ones she would want a stranger to see. She was embarrassed about continuing. Why should she be embarrassed about being naked in front of two girls? But she was. She sat down and kicked off her sandals. She wasn't sure now that she wanted to go through with this on her own, but she felt such a fool, as if she'd be letting the others down, and posing naked - well it had been a fantasy. The more she thought about it the more the tingle intensified. She was wearing a tight tee shirt and low slung short skirt showing a good deal of bare midriff and her little navel piercing - her one nod In the direction of a youthful indiscretion. Before she knew it she had taken off her tee shirt, pulled down her short skirt and was standing there in her bra and panties. Little pink sexy naughty panties, what the girl in the shop had called 'F**k Me Pink' panties - and indeed they had the words ‘FCUK PINK’ embroidered across the bottom, though Sabine wasn't quite sure what that meant. They had been an extravagance, but she always felt good in them, they gave her confidence, and she had felt that she needed confidence today. She unhooked her bra at the back and let her breasts fall out of them. She folded it up neatly and left it at the side, standing uncertainly in the room. She found herself fiddling nervously with her right nipple, it was an old habit that often came back when she was uncertain. "Come on Sabine, panties down," chortled Roisin. Goaded into action she hooked her thumbs in her sexy panties and wriggled them over her bottom and down her legs to the floor, stepped out of them and handed them to Roisin. She was completely nude, and now completely committed. She knew now she was going to have to go through with the whole thing. She realised that she'd never been naked like this before. Girls had seen her naked of course, though never Roisin, but it had been when everyone had been undressed in changing rooms or showers, not like this, not when she'd had to undress for a stranger to examine her naked body. She felt extraordinary vulnerable, standing there with nothing on, as if her confidence had been lost along with her panties. "Okay," said Jenifer, "we need your height and weight for the camera now." "What?" Said Sabine puzzled. "It's a scientific study, Sabby dear," said Jenifer somewhat patronisingly, "everything has to be measured and recorded accurately. Stand on the scales now. We need precise nude height and weight recorded for the study." Sabine saw now that there was a small video camera attached to the computer, and she watched as Jenifer set it up facing the scales. She went round and tapped a few things on the keyboard. "The computer has voice recognition so when I read out the results they are automatically entered in the database and matched to the video for authentication." She tapped the Enter Key and a little red light started flashing on the camera. Sabine went bright red again. She was being videoed naked! "Come on. On the scales Sabby dear," Jenifer gave her an encouraging pat on the bare behind and Sabine hopped on the scales. She looked round at Roisin, sitting happily on the desk swinging her legs and grinning from ear to ear. Jenifer looked at her standing there naked and blushing on the scales staring determinedly at the camera. She really was absolutely perfect for her little project. She was completely stunning naked. Her body was perfectly proportioned: not too skinny, not too plump; her legs were the perfect length and shape; and her bosoms and her bottom - well nature could not have designed bosoms or bottom more perfectly formed to create the response she was looking for from men (or women for that matter!) "Right! Measurements Sabby dear," she said, taking a tape measure off her desk, "perhaps you could hold the camera up close Roisin so that the figures are clearly visible." Roisin hopped off the desk and picked up the camera. Jenifer put the tape round Sabine's bust. "Hand down Sabby dear,' she said and Sabine realised she had been twiddling her nipple again, "bust 91 centimetres, breast size estimate at size B, nipple areola 2.5 centimetres." Roisin held the camera close to the nipple so that the measurement could be seen. Jenifer measured Sabine's arms and her waist and then finally, "Legs apart Sabby dear, I need inside leg measurement." Sabine automatically obeyed, and only realised what this meant when Roisin homed in on the upper end of the tape for the measurement. She was being filmed in close up between her legs. She kept herself neatly trimmed there; everything would be visible in minute detail on the video. She felt herself go bright red again. She couldn't object, it was all in the name of science; her hand went automatically to her nipple again. It was rock hard. "Okay," said Jenifer, "thank you so much Sabby dear. That was perfect. We're ready to go now. You can get dressed again." Jenifer watched as Sabine picked up her 'F**k me pink' panties and pulled them up. The panties were wonderful. She could really make use of those. When the girls had gone she looked at the video again and smiled. She really was perfect for her little project. Perfect in every way. To be continued... Sabine Learns English Part 2 "Honestly Roisin." "What!" "You surely didn't have to video quite so close." "What!" "Up between my legs like that you have videoed everything.” The girls were back in the flat the next day, and the conversation still centred on Sabine's naked experience at Jenifer's flat. "It's for a scientific study Sabine," said Roisin, "it had to be close enough for the numbers to be read. The measurements have to be validated for her PhD thesis." "WHAT!" For the first time it occurred to her that this was part of a PhD thesis. A thesis that had to be submitted to the examinations board. An examination board that was now going to see a close up picture of her... "She surely can't do such a thing. All those people reading the thesis. They'll see my...," she stopped short. She wasn't quite sure of the English word for that part of the anatomy. "My moggy..." she announced - the word having suddenly come to her. Roisin grinned at Sabine's choice of word. "Well it's not as if anybody is going to recognise you are they? I don't know about you but people know me by my face not my er... Moggy! Or perhaps your pretty little moggy is well known!" "Of course not!" Sabine started to tingle again at the thought that Roisin thought she had a pretty moggy. "Well what are you worried about then!" Sabine thought for a while. "Well you have seen mine and I never have seen yours." "What do you want me to do. Pull my panties down and show you." "It would be a start," said Sabine jokingly. She didn't mean for Roisin to actually do it, but the next thing she knew Roisin had pulled up her skirt and pulled down her panties. Sabine was totally embarrassed. "All right, all right," she said averting her gaze, "I was not so serious." "Now she tells me," said Roisin, pulling her panties back up, " I don't make a habit of flashing my flatmates you know." It was a week before they heard from Jenifer again. It was Roisin who announced that that she had rung and explained that the first experiment was to take place at Jenifer's flat that night. Sabine's legs started trembling. She had survived the first experience because Roisin had been with her, but now she would be alone, stripping naked, in front of boys! "I can not do it!" She said. "What do you mean you can't do it?" "I can not. I surely can not." "Oh yes you can. You made me show you my pussikins. You owe me!" "Oh Roisin, Roisin, will you come with me. I surely need your support." "Too right I will. Naked girls need a chaperone, and anyway I want to watch as well. Oh - and you're to wear your pink panties." Sabine's legs were still trembling and her mouth was dry as they arrived at Jenifer's flat, Sabine dutifully wearing her 'F**k me pink' panties. "Come in Sabine," said Jenifer, and showed the girls through to the office. Six chairs were set up facing into the room. Cameras were situated so that the people in the chairs could be recorded along with the person standing in front of them. "You will be filmed simultaneously with the subjects," explained Jenifer, "their reactions can then be correlated to your actions. They'll be here in ten minutes. Run along and get ready now." "They?" Sabine wondered who these subjects were. "Three guys and three girls - we want to see if their reactions differ. Oh - and they have no idea what they're going to see. Run along - Roisin knows what to do!" Sabine followed Roisin through into a small adjacent room. How did Roisin know what to do? Had she been talking to Jenifer? Anyway what she had to do first was strip down to her panties and hang her clothes up. "And you're to wear these," said Roisin handing over what Sabine was to wear.. "What! I can't wear these! And how did she know my size?" "Well she did measure you last time," said Roisin, "and anyway I know your size." Sabine looked at her blankly, standing there in nothing but her pink panties she was completely at Roisin's command, "I suppose?" she said. Roisin handed over a silk robe, "you're to go in wearing this, and then..." and to an open mouthed Sabine she explained the rest of what she was to do. Sabine's legs were shaking even more as she opened the door to go back into the office, her mouth felt dry, the normally smooth skin of her breasts prickled with goose pimples and she shivered slightly with nerves. She felt Roisin give her a slight push in the back and the next thing she knew she was in the room. There facing her were six seated figures. Three boys and three girls. They all looked like students dressed in the regulation jeans and tee shirts except one boy who was smartly dressed in a short sleeved shirt and fawn slacks. He looked nervous. The others looked on in anticipation, as if they had come to watch a really good show. Sabine took a big breath and remembering her instructions walked over and stood with her back to the 'audience'. 'Why,' she thought to herself, 'if this is a scientific experiment, do I feel as if I'm doing a striptease?' The answer came back to her - she was doing a striptease that was why. As she had been instructed she let the robe slip slowly off her shoulders and fall tantalizingly to the floor, leaving her standing there, back to the audience. There was an audible gasp from behind her as the audience saw what she was wearing: black patent leather shoes with high stiletto heels, black silk stockings held up by pink ribbon garters - a pink which matched the colour of the only other garment she was wearing - her 'F**k me pink' panties, the material stretched tight across her pert little behind, the writing on them bright and clear for the audience. She hesitated. "Come on Sabby dear,' said Jenifer; the words 'panties down' were not added but didn't need to be. Taking a deep breath and trying to control her shaking nerves, she took hold of her panties in both hands and slowly wriggled them down, keeping her legs straight and bending at the waist as instructed until she was bent over touching the floor and the audience were treated to a view of her delightfully bare bottom - the muscles of her bottom, thighs and calves held pleasingly firm and taut as she stretched and balanced in those oh so high heels. She kicked the panties off and turned round as instructed. Except for heels and stockings she was now completely nude. The clothes she wore accentuated her feeling of nakedness and they made her feel sexy, so so sexy. They made her nipples go erect; they made her tingle uncontrollably. Unconsciously her nervous habit took over; she moistened the tips of her fingers and started to rub her rock hard nipples poking forwards out of her bare breasts. Jenifer watched her. Roisin had been right. She was good. She was very good. She was the sexiest thing in black stockings she had seen for a long time. She had made the right choice. She looked from Sabine to her audience. The reaction was spectacular - and the cameras were capturing every second. The girl's eyes were fixed firmly between Sabine's legs where the neatly trimmed lips of her clearly visible sex glistened now under the lights; surprisingly the boy's eyes were fixed on her nipples and the perfect shape of her neat little bosoms. Jenifer hadn't needed to put willy sensors on them to measure their reaction, the tell tale bulges were sufficient. "Sabby dear," she said. Sabine looked at her. Oh yes - she was supposed to walk up and down in front of the audience. She turned and started to walk. Something seemed strange, and then she realised what it was. One heel was slightly shorter than the other so that her hips swung and her bare bottom gyrated as she walked. Sabine, the quiet German student, was parading nearly naked in front of an audience, bottom gyrating, nipples protruding and down below tingling so much she could barely keep her hands off it. She turned and came back, her breasts swinging with each step. Her sex now so tingly that she felt she would orgasm on the spot if she touched it with a finger. She wasn't however the only one in that state. The nervous student suddenly gasped and turned bright red. Everybody looked at him as his hands went over his crotch. He shrieked, got up and ran from the room. Somehow that broke the tension. The audience looked at each other and burst out laughing. Sabine looked at them and turned bright red; then suddenly realising how silly she must look in her black shoes and stockings and nothing else she gave a little yelp and ran from the room. Unfortunately she ran the wrong way and found herself in Jenifer's living room. She turned and ran back into the study coming to a halt straight in front of the remaining students staring wildly round her, arm over bosoms, hand over sex, toes turned in, knees bent. At the sight of the next to naked girl held paralysed by indecision in that comical pose the audience laughter redoubled and when Roisin at last came to her aid and pulled her into her sanctuary their howls of mirth were ringing in her ears. It was a chastened Sabine, who left Jenifer's flat that evening with her friend. Chastened not because she had been seen naked, but because deep down despite all the embarrassment and humiliation she knew she had enjoyed it, really enjoyed it. She had enjoyed the way her naked body had sexually stimulated her audience; it had made her feel good in a way she had never thought possible. Still it was over now - and perhaps it was all for the good. Back in her study Jenifer was watching the videos. The evening had been a success. A great success. She clicked on her Paypal account. It was looking healthy, and success in this project could only make it more so. She already had dear Sabby's next exposure planned. To be continued... Sabine Learns English Part 3 Sabine thought she would die of shame every time she thought about her naked experience. Why had she done it? Why had she gone through with it? She had never agreed originally to prance about naked in high heeled shoes and black stockings but she had put up no resistance when asked to do it. Deep down she knew the reason why. Deep down she had wanted to parade naked in that sexy outfit. Deep down she had wanted people to admire her naked body. But was there something else? Was there an extra sexual frisson from the extraordinary embarrassment of being made to do it. She suspected that perhaps there was! One thing was true - the experience had been unbelievingly embarrassing, and the thought of it even now made her go hot and red and, she had to admit it, rather moist. She went bright red again just thinking about it - had her arousal been obvious to the audience. She had to admit it to herself. It probably had been! It was therefore with mixed emotions of fear and excitement that she heard from Roisin that she had been summoned once more to Jenifer's flat. At first she determined not to do it, but then she thought that she should at least see what it was about first, but of course once she had set foot upon the journey there was no turning back. Not even when she heard what she had to do. Not even when she was standing naked in front of Roisin in Jenifer's study ready to be dressed for the occasion. "It's a party," said Roisin, "a fancy dress party." "Who are you going as?" enquired Sabine. "Robin Hood." "You surely can not go as Robin Hood. He was a man is that not true." "What's that got to do with it?" "Well, what am I then - Maiden Marion?" "Don't be silly. You're going as an odalisque." "A what is that?" "A harem servant girl. They didn't wear very much." "Oh," Sabine felt her heart give a little lurch again. 'Not very much' meant she would be in the nude - she knew that much. She would have to be naked of course. That was the point of the study. "Well Jenifer thought the last time was a bit artificial. A bit staged. She feels she will get a more natural reaction if you just turn up at a party like, you know, naked. As if it were completely natural." "It's surely not natural to be naked is it. Just turning up naked. I could be anybody with no clothes on." "That's why you have to be a believable character. These servant girls were always next to nude so it would be entirely appropriate. Though of course we have to give the trappings of an ancient Ottoman serving girl." "Like what?" Sabine was getting seriously worried. What were they going to do to her! "Oiled, perfumed, bedizened." "Bedizened? What is this?" "With jewellery - appropriate jewellery. We'd better get started naked girl, we need to bedizen you!" Roisin picked up a bottle of coconut oil. "What are you doing with this thing?" "Covering you with oil. The girls were always well oiled. They'd have to be to prance around in the nuddy!" Roisin giggled at her joke which was totally lost on Sabine. "Here, let me slap it on," and she poured a handful of oil over Sabine's back and started rubbing it in." Somehow Sabine presumed that Roisin would do her back then let Sabine rub the oil in her... well in her front herself, but before she knew what was happening a handful of oil had been slapped on her breasts and Roisin was rubbing it in vigorously. "Roisin!" "Oh stop complaining, we haven't got all day." Naked and oily Sabine felt her will to resist evaporate away and allowed the massage of her bare breasts to proceed apace. After that she could hardly complain when with a slightly harder slap than she thought necessary Roisin started oiling her bottom. She had to admit though, it was quite stimulating - having her titties and her bottom gently massaged. It was relaxing - and standing there naked and expectant she needed to relax. The problem came though when Roisin came back to the front. "Oh dear me," she said. "What's the matter?" "Well, hairy girl, in all the paintings of naked harem girls I've ever seen there's never even been a suspicion of hair anywhere but on the head." "That is surely because the Victorian painters they thought girls didn't." "Didn't what?" "Didn't have any. Wasn't it your Mr Ruskin who was not able to consume his marriage when he found his wife was as you say hairy." "Hairy-fairy," said Rosin, "what they did or did not think isn't relevant. Hairy girl has to become smooth girl." Sabine was in no position to resist. She had to submit to Roisin's little razor, or she'd never get her clothes back. And how had Roisin known to bring a razor? Lying on her back with her legs apart, as Roisin got to work with the razor, she wondered where on earth this was going. How was she going to get through a party stark naked - well nearly. The thought terrified her and excited her simultaneously. "Oooh," wiping away the last flecks of shaving foam Roisin had tickled her in a very sensitive place. "Roisin!" she made to jump up. "Just you stay there naked girl," said Roisin, "I'm not finished yet." "What," said Sabine apprehensively. "Aftershave," Roisin looked appreciatively at the view between Sabine's open legs. With its lips slightly parted her sex made an inviting target. "What! That will surely sting!" "It surely will," and before Sabine could protectively close her legs she had squirted the astringent material all over Sabine's delicate area. "Owowowowowow!" Sabine shrieked as the spray hit her square between the legs. "Sorry," said Roisin, "but pretty as you are down there we couldn't have it looking all pink." Sabine stood up. Some of the aftershave had got up between her lips and onto her clitoris. It was stinging like anything, but really rather stimulating. "Roisin!" Sabine expostulated again, rubbing her sex to ease the stinging, which only had the effect of stimulating it even more. Somehow having her sex totally bare made her feel even more naked and embarrassed. "Now for the finishing touches." Roisin opened a cupboard and took out Sabine's costume for the evening: a pair of gold coloured sandals, a gold anklet for her left ankle, a gold bracelet for her right wrist, a gold choker necklace and last of all a belt of gold links for her waist from which was suspended a green emerald like stone just above her bare pubic area, and rather drawing the eye down there. Finally Roisin applied the make-up darkening Sabine's eye's and lashes and applying rouge to her face and breasts so that the display of her nipples immediately caught the eye of anyone who saw her. She was ready. Preoccupied with all this preparation Sabine had not noticed the increasing hubbub coming from Jenifer's sitting room. "Come on," said Roisin, "time to join the party." "But you are needing to dress as Robin Hood." Roisin looked at her and smiled, "Naked girl," she said, "You are funny sometimes. What made you think I would dress as Robin Hood," and she took hold of her hand and pulled her through into the party. It must be said that the appearance of a stunning beauty dressed in nothing but a pair of sandals and four pieces of jewellery was a bit of a conversation stopper. The guests were used to Jenifer's parties. Something wildly out of the ordinary often happened, but a nude dancer! Jenifer looked at the audience reaction in delight. She wanted to know where the eyes went first: tittie, tottie or bottie? Well they seemed to be a mixture - she could analyse the video later. And as for her naked star. Her reaction was especially good. Sabine stared round in horror. She had been told that this was fancy dress, but everyone was standing round dressed perfectly normally. Not surprisingly she was the centre of attention. A hush had fallen on the room and the eyes of thirty or so people were on her." Her legs trembled, waves of embarrassment swept over her and she wanted to run, but Roisin had her by the wrist. She didn't have the strength to struggle. She would have to submit to her fate. Jenifer put on some music. Rhythmical music - Scheherazade perhaps. "Come on Sabby dear, we want to see you dance," said Jenifer. Roisin left go of her wrist, "Ladies and Gentlemen," she announced, "I give you Sabine, naked harem dancer." Jenifer didn't know if Sabine could dance. In some ways it would be better if she couldn't. A naked dancer was entertainment - a naked girl who couldn't dance, well that would be funny. But of course Sabine could dance. She had already completed a course in contemporary dance and music, and she suddenly felt proud to be the centre of attention: she was Mata Hari, she was Isadora Duncan, she was every exotic dancer who had ever flaunted her naked body in front of an adoring public. Her hips gyrated, her arms performed graceful movements, her head flung back and her bare bosoms swayed to the beat of the music. Jenifer looked on deeply gratified. Roisin had been right. She looked at the audience and noted, without surprise, that most people's eyes were fixed firmly between Sabine's legs, where no attempt was being made to hide anything. And why indeed should it be. So carried away by the experience had Sabine been that what she had done didn't really strike home until she had left Jenifer's flat. She turned to Roisin "I surely did not dance naked in front of all those people." "Ah..." said Roisin, ' I would rather say that you did. "Oh," said Sabine and she felt her face go hot and her legs start to tremble again. What had she done! What had she done! What if she met those people again! Meanwhile back in the flat Jenifer was enjoying a rerun on her computer screen. She couldn't suppress a smile at the sight of Sabine's face when she realised what she was going to have to do. She could also see that the party guests had really enjoyed the experience, and that of course had been the whole point. Sabine certainly was the right girl to bring her project to a close. She seemed to have enjoyed the experience as well. That would be good. It would be easy to manipulate her into the next scenario she had planned. To be continued... Sabine Learns English Part 4 Sabine was so embarrassed by her exploits at the party that she made up her mind that she would never ever volunteer again. But of course although that was what she decided when she thought about it rationally, she still felt her heart miss a beat whenever the phone rang, and she still found herself waiting for the. announcement from Roisin that she was to present herself at Jenifer's again. 'It would be a little bit exciting to be asked again,' she said to herself, 'but I'm definitely not going to agree to it!' But of course things were different when the summons came. Again it was Roisin who had taken the phone call and announced that the next part of the study was ready. "What must I be doing this time,' Sabine was excited and nervous in equal proportions. "That's for us to know and you to find out!" Sabine was puzzled. What did that mean. Why were Jenifer and Roisin 'Us' all of a sudden. She didn't have long to ponder though as Roisin had her in a taxi and over to Jenifer's in no time. "Sabine, can you put this on," said Jenifer handing over a long track suit top. Sabine took it and started to put her arm in. "I don't think you quite understand." "Oh" "Put this on and nothing else." "Oh!" "Come on take your clothes off." "Yes Jenifer," and nervously, glancing first at one and then at the other, Sabine stripped naked for the other two girls. What did Jenifer have planned this time? "Good girl Sabby, now put on the top, these nice outdoor shoes and this little hat. Pick up your purse, we're going out." "Out!" "Of course Sabby dear, we need the reaction of the public." Sabine found herself taken out into the street. Nobody paid any attention to the girl in the track suit top as they walked the half mile to the High Street. It was a typical old fashioned High Street in a typical old fashioned English town. It had all the usual shops. They stopped in front of a bookshop. "Now Sabby dear," said Jenifer, “what we need you to do is to go into the bookshop, buy a copy of Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen and come out.”  “Oh, that is surely quite easy,” said Sabine.  “Of course it is Sabby dear, now just give me the track suit top and off you go.”  “What!” the horrible truth suddenly dawned on Sabine, she was to go into the shop with nothing but shoes, pert little hat, purse and an embarrassed smile on her face.  She couldn't do it!  She couldn't go into a shop in the High Street nude except for hat  and shoes.  Nude in public except for hat and shoes.  It was just too embarrassing "I can't. I'll get arrested!" "Don't be silly Sabby dear. I do hope you're not going to let me down." "No Jenifer." Why did she say 'no'. Surely she could never do it! But Jenifer was so persuasive when she looked her with that look. And she really felt she couldn't let her down. "Unzip your top Sabby dear." "Yes Jenifer." Why did she feel compelled to obey. She unzipped the top. Jenifer held out her hand and the next thing Sabine knew she had handed it over, and there she was. Naked. In the High Street. In public. Except of course for her shoes, her little hat, and her little purse which she clutched in the hot little palm of her hand. She felt the cold wind blow over her bare nipples causing them to go ever so hard; she felt it blow over her bare bottom and between her bare legs and over that area recently shaved so very very bare indeed. She was nude and she was going to have to go into the shop. She knew it now. She tried to make her trembling legs work. She'd been made to go nude in public. It was terrifying, it was humiliating, but above all it was excruciatingly embarrassing. She could feel a hundred eyes fixing on her, but she didn't dare look. Her shaking legs started to move and she went into the shop. She could feel a hush fall on the place as she went in. She expected some great outcry. People to come rushing towards her. People calling for the manager. For the police. For help. But no. Just a hush. This was middle England, a part of the world where drawing attention to the presence of a naked girl would be just too too embarrassing. Sabine went over to the shelves. She just had to find Pride and Prejudice, buy it, and escape. But where on earth was it! The books just didn't seem to be in any special order. She looked round. Oh no! There was a man coming towards her. Slim, good looking, with a shock of tousled blonde hair; he looked nervous. His eyes kept flicking down to Sabine's bare behind. What was she to do! She decided that the best course of action was to keep her red face facing the books and pretend not to notice. Perhaps he'd go away. But he didn't. "Excuse me Miss..." For Joe it had promised to be a good day. His first day left in charge of the shop. It was the last independent bookshop in town and he was proud of the fact that Mr Wotherspoon had left him in charge. Had thought him capable of coping with any emergency. He had thought so himself until the drop dead gorgeous girl, with the shoulder length brown hair, shoes, hat and little clutch purse had come into the shop. If only she had been wearing something else as well. If she had been wearing something else he wouldn't have got an twitch in his willy, the regular customers wouldn't have been looking at him expecting him to do something, he would have known what to do. He felt he had to do something. It was expected of him. But what? Call the police? He couldn't do that. They would probably laugh at him. He had a vague recollection that some change in the law meant that it wasn't technically illegal to be naked if you weren't upsetting anyone. He looked at the other customers. They didn't look upset. Anyway old Wotherspoon would be horrified at the idea of police in his shop. Old Wotherspoon would also be horrified at the idea of a naked girl in his shop though. So he had to do something. But what? Why was she naked. It must be one of those TV programmes where they try and embarrass members of the public. They'd be secretly filming him, hoping he'd make a fool of himself. He had to be nonchalant, insouciant, cool. He, however, felt none of these things. He would have to speak to her. If only the sight of her bare behind wasn't causing so much excitement in his nether regions. It was starting to become noticeable. He walked over towards her. She glanced nervously towards him, and he could see her face, as red as a beetroot, take in his approach before turning back and start looking determinedly at the books again. "Excuse me Miss. Can I help you?" It seemed the safest thing to say. The response was not quite what he expected. "Please can you tell me. Where are the books of Miss Jane Austen?" "We'll I don't think you'll find them amongst Gay and Lesbian fiction. They're over there." He thought that a rather witty answer as he pointed to the far end of the shop. Sabine's heart sank. She was going to have to walk past everyone, giving them all the full frontal view. She couldn't hide her naughties with her hand, or her hat, or her bag. That would be admitting that she was otherwise completely nude and her chances of escaping quickly, not to mention the success of Jenifer's experiment, depended on her acting absolutely normally. She turned and Joe's willy responded in an instant. He just hoped it didn't show under his long floppy jumper. "This way," he said, permitting Sabine to go first. Perhaps not a good idea as he had to follow that perfect little wiggling bare behind all the way to the section for classic novelists. "Oh. I think that it is on the top shelf." Joe realised she had a slight foreign accent. It was so sexy. A gorgeous naked girl with a sexy foreign accent. His poor willy wasn't going to be able to stand it much longer. He reached up and got the book to hand to her. But his hand was shaking so much and her hand was shaking so much that the book fell to the ground. Automatically Sabine bent down to pick it up, legs straight, bending from the waist, tightening those thigh and bottom muscles - those beautifully sculptured thigh and bare bottom muscles. The sight was too much for Joe. His willy was about to explode. Nonchalance, insouciance, cool: they all disappeared out the window. He ran - as fast as he could into the little back room. Sabine grabbed the book and ran in the opposite direction, out the shop and into the High Street. It was over. She could get her clothes back. She looked round for Jenifer and Roisin. She didn't see them immediately. She looked round again nervously, then again becoming more and more panic stricken. Where on earth were they? Where were her clothes? What on earth was she to do - next to nude in a shopping centre with only a hat, a purse and a copy of Pride and Prejudice to cover her embarrassment. She looked round again. Oh no! A rather officious looking girl in an official looking blue uniform was coming her way. What should she do! Run or try to brazen it out? She couldn't run. Her legs wouldn't work any more. She stood red faced and trembling, her mouth dry and her bare skin covered in goose bumps as the uniformed figure approached. "Can I help you Madame," said the girl. Why did English people always offer to help? Her uniform identified her as a Community Support Officer. Sabine had not the slightest idea what a Community Support Officer was. "Are you going to arrest me?" she mumbled. Lorraine looked the naked girl up and down. She would dearly have loved to arrest her. Like they did on the tell. Spin her round, force her head down as she manacled her hands behind her back, lead her off through the cheering crowds shamefaced and naked to the police van and take her down the nick for a grilling. But she couldn't. For the umpteenth time since she had started the job, and more than ever, she regretted the fact that she wasn't a real policeperson, that Community Support Officers were there to assist the public in case of trouble, not arrest them, handcuff them, march them down the nick and throw them in the cells. "Certainly not Madame," she muttered in her best officiouspolicepersonese between gritted teeth, "but may I ask you if you would be so good as to put some clothes on. I fear a disturbance of the peace otherwise." Disturbance of the peace. She rather liked that phrase. It was a pity though. The girl was really rather fetching with nothing on. It was going to be a shame to cover her up. "I haven't got any clothes," blurted Sabine, desperately looking round for Jenifer and Roisin. Where on earth were they? "Have you any money?" "Yes - in my purse." "Well there's a Marks and Spencers there. I suggest we go and buy you some." "Oh... Er... Yes," Sabine was still desperately looking round. "And perhaps you could cover your er..." Lorraine pointed down at Sabine's newly shaved naughties, "possibly with your hat." Sabine snatched off her hat and held it over her sex. "And also your er.." She pointed at Sabine's nipples, pointing back at her rock hard, "perhaps with your arm. Sabine flung her arm across her chest, and with Lorraine holding her peaked cap over Sabine's bottom they marched into Marks and Spencers. Through the window of the omnipresent Starbuck's across the way Roisin and Jenifer watched the pantomime with interest. They had managed to film the whole thing and it would be up on the website that evening. Jenifer took hold of Roisin's hand and gave it a little squeeze. Their Paypal account would be getting a very healthy boost indeed.

The Trip Pt. 03 byVegemiteman© Stuart stood in the doorway of the bedroom, staring. The night before, he had spent most of his evening working on his presentation for his big meeting. He had worked until after midnight and then finally collapsed into bed, exhausted. He hadn't been able to sleep initially -- he was stressing about the following day. This presentation could make his career. If he landed this client, his position within his company would skyrocket. He could ask whatever he wanted from a salary perspective -- a pay rise, new car, stock options -- nothing would be off the table. He would also be able to hand off a lot of his smaller customers to just focus on this one. He had tossed and turned for a few hours before finally drifting off to sleep. He had dreamt he was walking along the beach with Elizabeth, holding hands. She was wearing almost nothing, showing off her amazing body and ample assets. He was in a pair of boardshorts. They walked along the beach until they reached a hut, where inside someone had setup a bar. Elizabeth told him she wanted to cool off for a bit, so as Stuart started preparing them some drinks, she ran off into the waves, diving under the water and emerging, her hair wet and flowing down her back. She started swimming around lazily, enjoying the sunshine and the cool water. Suddenly the scene shifted -- it was night time. The ocean was dark and rough, a harsh wind whipping across the beach. Stuart walked out of the hut with a drink in each hand, looking around confused. He called out for his wife, worried now as the waves were crashing with intensity. He heard voices nearby and headed towards them. As he got closer, over the sound of the waves and the wind, he heard Elizabeth. She sounded like she was in pain. Dropping the drinks, he ran as fast as he could towards her but the sand slowed him down, like it was trying to hold his feet. He finally reached a small sand hill and crested it -- and stopped dead in his tracks. There on the sand, hidden from the wind, was Elizabeth. Stark naked, she was on all fours, hair pushed over her right shoulder. Behind her was a man. Stuart couldn't make out his face, almost like it had been obscured on purpose. The man was kneeling behind his wife, hands on her hips as he roughly pounded into her, his pelvis crashing into her butt cheeks like the waves crashing on the beach. He kept a furious pace, slamming himself fully into Elizabeth before pulling almost all the way out. Elizabeth was looking straight at Stuart, her eyes staring directly into his. She looked like she was in a trance, rocking backwards to meet the man's thrusts. She was moaning loud enough to hear her over the wind, obviously enjoying the pulverizing she was receiving. She kept staring straight at Stuart as she rocked, her moans getting louder and louder. Finally, she threw her head back and screamed, in a voice and pitch Stuart had never heard before. "MAKE ME CUM, PLEASE! MAKE ME CUMMMMMMM..." Her voice trailed off as her body went stiff, shaking. Her head dropped forward and Stuart could see every muscle in her body quake. He tried to step forward, to reach her, help her up but the sand had swallowed his feet, not letting him move. Elizabeth kept screaming, orgasm after orgasm rocking her body. The man kept pounding away until he finally pulled out, spraying his seed all over her back. Elizabeth moaned loudly as she felt the hot jizz land. Stuart suddenly woke up. He was in bed at the hotel, a light sheet covering him. He rolled over and saw it was almost dawn and the bed beside him was empty. He sat up and swung his feet over the side of the bed. He looked down and realized he was erect -- so much so he had popped the button on his boxers and his cock was poking out the hole. He stood and listened, hearing noises coming from the lounge area. He walked to doorway and froze. Stuart couldn't believe his eyes. Elizabeth was laying on the couch in one of his t-shirts. She was facing the back of the couch and he could see she had a cushion between her thighs. She was grinding her hips, pushing the cushion against the couch, moaning as she did. Not sure if she was dreaming or awake, Stuart's cock grew even harder. He watched for a moment or two, listening to his wife's moans and groans, before silently making his way over to the couch. He crouched down behind her and began to stroke her hair. Her head leant backwards into his hand, her moans getting louder. She reached back and took his hand, placing it on her breast. As Stuart tweaked her very erect nipple, he heard her say something softly under her breath. He leant closer to her and whispered in her ear "What was that, baby?" Elizabeth turned slightly; her eyes still closed "Oh Dom..." she moaned before rolling back towards the couch, her hips increasing in pace. Stuart couldn't believe what he was hearing. Here was his wife, fast asleep, humping a cushion while dreaming about a man she only met 2 days ago. The feeling in the pit of his stomach was hard to identify -- he felt slightly nauseous & slightly angry. His cock however was twitching like mad, pre-cum oozing out the tip like a leaky tap. He had held a fantasy about watching Elizabeth with another man for years. She had told him a story a few months prior about a weekend away with Jayne where she may or may not have given another guy a blowjob and in turn had cum on his fingers. He didn't really believe that story had actually taken place, but here was his wife, the love of his life, moaning like a cat on heat while whispering another man's name!! Sitting back on his heels, Stuart noticed something on his wife's arm, only able to do so because the moonlight coming in through the balcony door had illuminated her just right. Grabbing her phone from the end table, he switched on the torch and took a closer look. There were the beginnings of bruising there, in the shape of large, fat fingers. Someone had very roughly grabbed her arm. He shined the torch along her and saw some bruising behind her knees also. Getting worried, he gently shook her shoulder, softly calling her name. Her hips stopped moving and she rolled over, looking at him groggily. He could tell she had drunk a lot while out with Holly, so he wasn't sure what sort of response he was going to get from her. "Baby, why are you all bruised? What happened?" he could hear the concern in his voice, pleased it was masking the other feelings brewing inside him. Elizabeth smacked her lips together a couple of times, obviously very dry. He handed her the glass of water beside the couch and she took 3 very large gulps, finishing the glass. She shook her head slightly and her eyes seemed to clear a bit. She looked around the room a couple of times, then seemed to notice him crouched in front of her. Focusing hard, she smiled at him -- a very crooked, drunken smile. "Hey there sexy -- what are you doing here?" Her words came out slurred, the alcohol obviously playing its part. Stuart reached up and brushed some hair from her eyes, tucking it behind her ear. She leant her face into his hands, almost purring as she did. Her eyes dropped and she saw his dick poking out of his boxers. Her hand reached down and stroked it, causing it to twitch. She looked up at Stuart and smiled. He removed her hand and looked into her eyes intently. "Babe, focus. Why are you all bruised?" "Huh? Oh, yeah. Some asshole at the club got handsy with me. It almost got out of hand but Dom took care of him. We should do something nice for him to say thanks!" Her words were very slurred but Stuart got the idea. She reached for his dick again, muttering something about needing it inside her. Instead, Stuart stood and scooped her up in his arms. He carried her to the bedroom and gently laid her down. He kissed her forehead and went to get her some more water. By the time he returned, she was snoring her head off. He lifted her legs so he could put the sheet over her and he caught a glimpse of her pussy -- it was soaking wet and her clit was sticking out prominently. Her dreams had obviously been good. He tucked her in and climbed into bed beside her. His mind was racing -- he needed to know what had happened at the club that gave his wife bruises, how Dominick was involved and more importantly, details about his wife's dream! Eventually he drifted off to sleep. When Elizabeth woke the next day, there was a big glass of water, some painkillers and a note beside the bed. Realising Stuart had already left for his meeting, she laid her head back down on the pillow and stretched out. Her wrist was still sore and the backs of her knees were aching. The events of the previous night all started coming back to her. She took a drink of water and swallowed the pain killers before starting to read the note: "Baby, you looked so peaceful sleeping this morning that I didn't want to wake you. There are some isotonic drinks in the fridge if your headache is too bad and more pain killers in the bathroom. I should be done by mid-afternoon, so I will see you then. We need to talk about last night, I need to know what happened to leave you in that state! Love you always, Stuart XXX" Elizabeth wasn't sure what he meant. What about last night? Come to think of it, how had she ended up in bed? The last thing she remembered was coming home, seeing him asleep and crashing on the couch. She had dreamt... She sat upright, suddenly very awake and alert. Her dream about Dominick. It has been so vivid. She could remember the taste of his lips, the feeling of his rough hands all over her body. Her stomach dropped as she remembered the feeling of his girthy cock splitting her up the middle as he fucked her. His soft stubble rubbing against her skin, his breath on her -- it was all so real. Had Stuart heard her moaning? She vaguely remembered seeing his face, but she couldn't tell if it was a dream or not. She couldn't explain how she ended up in bed. She stood up, gingerly so the room wouldn't spin, and saw she was still wearing his t-shirt. She decided she needed to do something nice for her husband -- partly out of a sense of guilt, partly because he had the most important meeting of his career and today and, good or bad, she wanted to show him how proud she was. She downed an isotonic drink, smiling as she did so because Stuart had gotten her blue, her preferred flavour. After a nice long, hot shower, she got dressed and headed downstairs. She hailed a cab and instructed the driver to take her into town. At about the time Elizabeth was waking up, Stuart was sitting in a boardroom in a building across the other side of the island. He had decided against wearing his suit to the meeting and was glad about it as soon as he had entered the room. The crazy CEO was sitting at the head of the table in a Hawaiian shirt, top 3 buttons undone. His bare feet were on the desk and Stuart could see he was wearing shorts. To his right was the head of the local office, wearing a polo shirt and shorts also. Stuart looked down at his shirt and slacks and, while still feeling overdressed, was very happy he decided against the suit. Introductions were made and the meeting began. The stories about the CEO were correct -- he was a bit of a maverick. In the middle of key discussions points, he got up from the table and started out at the ocean. He then spent 15 minutes regaling the room with a tale of a party on his yacht that ended up with him vomiting over the side from too many cocktails while getting a BJ from one of the crew! Stuart laughed at the appropriate times and then brought the conversation back to business, talking about discounting levels. 2 hours in they had a break. Stuart checked his phone and saw a message from Elizabeth: "Hey spunky bum, thx for letting me sleep and for the meds! I needed it XO. Hope things are going well. Can't wait to see you. I have a surprise for you XOXO" Before Stuart could reply, the CEO came rumbling back into the room, a furious look on his face. He launched into a tirade about a competitor. He looked Stuart dead in the eye, pointing his stubby index finger and a lit cigar at him. "Boy, all this means nothing to me if I don't stop losing business to these ASSHOLES!" he pounded the table to emphasise his point. "If your company can commit to me long term and offer exclusivity in your market, I will give you whatever god damn discount you want on our products. Just help me lock these motherfuckers out and we have a deal!" Stuart looked down at his talking points. He had been up all night preparing, working out strategies to get to a mutually beneficial arrangement for his company and their supplier. On the last card he had written "EXCLUSIVITY!!", underlining it 3 times. It had been his hail-mary -- if things were looking bad, he would offer it to try and turn the deal around. Now, it was being demanded by the supplier but in a way that gave Stuart all the power. He was shocked. "Well, I am not sure I am authorised to offer exclusivity without you giving US exclusivity in return. We will only sell your products as long as you ONLY supply to us in return -- I can't see it working any other way." This was a ballsy move and Stuart knew it! Offering to only sell a supplier's product was one thing, but to ask to be the ONLY supplier of that product in a country the size of Australia -- that was something else entirely. Stuart waited, watching. The CEO looked at Stuart with what appeared to be scepticism. He then looked at his cigar, studying it for a moment or two. Finally, he looked up at Stuart and burst out laughing! "Fine! We will exclusively sell to you, only if you commit to not selling any of our competitors' product. Let's get this sumbitch signed and go and have a god damn drink!" He slammed his hand on the table again and let out a roar of laughter. As he went to stand up, Stuart spoke "Before we do, about that discount? Now I know you were giving OUR competitor a 38% discount as standard and a deeper discount if they sold more than 10,000 units a month. If we are only going to be selling your products, I want 45% to start with and a deeper discount once we reach 8,000 units a month. You know we have a larger customer base; you know we have a better reach and now, with exclusivity, you know we will only sell your merch. I think that's fair, don't you?" Stuart was holding his breath. Had he just pushed it too far? "You little bastard! You Aussies sure know how to negotiate! Alright, 45% base and 8000 units per month." He stood and offered his hand to Stuart, who gladly took it. Stuart felt like his heart was about to burst through his chest. He had done it -- he had just signed the biggest global supplier for his company! The CEO was talking to him but he didn't hear a word -- all he could think about was racing back to the hotel to tell Elizabeth. He realised he couldn't run off straight away -- that would be poor form. Instead he went to the nearest bar with everyone from the meeting and shouted some drinks. He nursed his beer, not wanting to be stuck there too long. After a few hours, he gave the bartender his credit card details and told him to keep the tab running until the CEO and staff decided enough was enough. He bid farewell, hailed a cab and headed back to the hotel. He was about to text Elizabeth the good news when he decided to surprise her instead. He had the cab driver stop and he made two purchases before heading back to the hotel. Elizabeth had been busy all afternoon. She had spent most of the day shopping, looking for something special for Stuart. Nothing she looked at seemed special enough and she was getting increasingly frustrated. A quick text conversation with Holly had led her to a shop where she had been overwhelmed with choices. She picked out a couple of things then headed to the grocery store, determined to cook him something special for dinner. Loaded up with bags, she hailed a cab and headed back to the hotel. She set to work on dinner, spending a couple of hours making a 3-course meal, punctuated with his favourite desert -- lemon meringue pie. Once dinner was ready, she freshened herself up and waited for Stuart to return, sipping a drink on the balcony, looking out towards the ocean as the sun set. She heard the elevator ding and headed towards the door. Hoping for good news but prepared for the worst, she stood just inside, waiting to see if the look on his face gave away the outcome of the meeting. Stuart exited the elevator and stopped just outside the door. A bottle of champagne in one hand, a gift for Elizabeth in his back pocket, he rearranged his face to be as neutral as possible. He didn't want to give away his good news too early. He took two deep breaths, then opened the door. As he stepped through, all his thoughts of trying to trick Elizabeth into thinking the meeting had gone badly evaporated. She was standing towards the centre of the lounge area. Her hair had been straightened again, flowing down her back. She was wearing a flowing, brightly coloured dress with spaghetti straps and a low-cut front that showed off her amazing cleavage. Stuart stopped dead where he stood, his breath taken away by his beautiful wife. He took three massive steps toward her and wrapped his free hand around her waist, dragging her to him before kissing her forcefully, their lips mashing together. He held her like this for what felt like an eternity, kissing the most beautiful woman in the world. Finally, he let go and stepped back, catching his breath. Elizabeth looked a little wobbly, shocked by the intensity of her husband's kiss. Stuart couldn't hold it in any longer. He showed Elizabeth the champagne bottle and his face broke into a huge grin. "We did it, Baby! They signed. They agreed to everything I asked for. We did it!" he raised his arms in celebration and let out a loud whoop. Elizabeth had never seen him so excited. He put the bottle down and wrapped both his arms around her, pulling her too him again. She nestled into his chest. "I couldn't have done this without you, Elizabeth. All the late nights, all the early mornings. All the trips away -- none of it would have happened without you! And your Mum -- we have to do something nice for her! I was thinking we buy her a new car!" Elizabeth broke his grip and took two steps back. Did he just say... "Buy her a car!? I know you are excited babe, and I know she has done a lot for us, but we can't afford that!" Stuart's face broke into an even bigger grin. He explained to her that on his way back to the hotel, he had spoken to his boss. After some cheering down the phone, his boss had explained the actual size of the deal in a monetary sense. While Stuart was trying to comprehend those numbers, his boss had detailed the commission due on the deal, and since Stuart had led it from start to finish, he was getting it all. Then he told Stuart that to deal with a customer of this size, it would require someone at the VP level or above. And since the CEO of the customer had insisted on dealing only with Stuart, he had been promoted and his boss told him his new renumeration package. Elizabeth looked wobbly again and had to sit on the couch. She leaned forward and put her head in her hands. All of a sudden, with this one commission, all their money worries would evaporate. On top of that, with Stuart's new wage, they would be able to buy her Mum a new car -- and probably one for Stuart and herself as well. Stuart crouched down in front of her, taking her hands in his, and looked her in the eye. "We have both worked and sacrificed so much for this. This is going to change our lives. I wanted to get you something nice and I wanted to celebrate." Standing up, he lifted her to her feet. "So, I got us this," He showed her the bottle of champagne, "And I brought you this." He took the small box out of his back pocket and handed it to her. Elizabeth opened it to find the most amazing necklace she had ever seen. A white gold chain, it sparkled in the light. It also had a beautiful diamond pendant in the shape of a tear drop. Elizabeth was shocked -- apart from her engagement and wedding rings, Stuart had never brought her jewellery before as she never really wore it. He took it from her and turned her around by the shoulders. She moved her hair to the side and he draped it around her neck. Clasping it at the back, he let it slide into place. The pendant nestled wonderfully at the top of Elizabeth's cleavage, accentuating an already spectacular view. She turned back to her husband and this time; she was the aggressor. Grabbing his face, she pulled it to hers and kissed him, her tongue instantly finding his. Stuart ran his hands down his wife's back, finding her arse. Gripping it, he pulled her hips closer, grinding his growing cock into her stomach. Tongues lashing each other, he started to try and lift her dress from the bottom, exposing her lower half. Elizabeth broke their kiss. "I made dinner and desert. If we don't eat it now, it will be ruined!" Stuart dug his cock into her a little more, kissing her again. "I need you. I need to taste you. I need to feel you wrapped around me." He punctuated each sentence with a kiss to her cheek, her neck and her forehead. Elizabeth was about to lose herself but she pushed him away gently. "Sorry, but you will have to wait. I worked too hard on this. Now open that champagne while I serve dinner. Go and wait out on the balcony." She slapped his arse on the way past him to the kitchen. He grabbed the bottle of champagne, adjusted his erect penis in his pants, and went out to the balcony. Stuart told Elizabeth all about his meeting over dinner, about how nervous he was, about the phone call that led to the agreement, exactly what his boss had said afterwards, everything. They sat opposite each other, arms outstretched across the table, holding hands. As Stuart finished his story, he turned serious and looked deep into his wife's eyes. "Now. Tell me what happened last night. Why are you bruised?" Elizabeth rubbed his hand. "I am okay, I promise. It was just a misunderstanding." Stuart shook his head. "This," he said as he turned her arm to see the bruises, darker now than they had been, "is not a 'misunderstanding'. What happened?" Elizabeth told him the story, explaining how Dom had happened to be there and stepped in, and how Holly had ended by punting the creep straight in the balls. Stuart sat there listening, not saying a word. Elizabeth tugged on his fingers, bringing him out of his daze. "Hey, are you ok?" she asked him as she rubbed the back of his hand. Stuart shook his head. "Not really. I want to find this guy and beat the shit out of him. I want make him hurt in ways he didn't know he COULD hurt. I want to thank Dominick for stepping in to help you out and I want to high five Holly for kicking the prick in the balls." He smiled as he said this, showing her, he was ok. "I should have been there to protect you, to make sure this didn't happen." Elizabeth stood up quickly from the table, her chair tipping over backwards. She stormed around to where he was seated. "WHAT!? What did you say? You think I need protection? You think I can't look after myself? You think I am some weak little girl who needs a big strong man to protect her? Could a weak little girl do this? I slammed a punch into the bastard's jaw just the way you taught me. He was so drunk all it did was make him angry." She was yelling at him as she wound back and punched him in the shoulder. Stuart felt his arm go a little weak, like she had given him a partial dead arm. He jumped out of his chair and took a step back as she swung again. Her reaction was not what he had expected at all, until he saw the grin on her face. She was messing with him, and doing a damn good job at it! He waved her forward, mocking her. "C'mon Rocky, let's see what you got." Elizabeth took two steps forward and went to swing at him, but he suddenly lurched forward, closing the distance between them in a step. He stepped behind her and grabbed her wrists. He pinned her arm to her chest and pulled her towards him, overpowering her. Once she was close to him, he leaned in and kissed her neck, attacking the skin with his lips. He held her other wrist to her side, not allowing her to move. He continued to assault her neck with kisses until he used his grip on her arm to spin her around to face him. His lips found hers instantly and they locked together. He let go of her arms and his hands found her arse again. Elizabeth's arms wrapped around his neck, holding his head still. After what seemed an eternity, Elizabeth stepped away. She was breathing heavily, a look of pure lust on her face. "Clean this up and meet me in the bedroom in five minutes." She kissed him again before walking off to the bedroom. Stuart watched her go, his desire peaking. He set about cleaning up, taking the leftovers to the fridge, putting the dishes in the dishwasher, tidying the table. He was taking his time, knowing that she would expect him to be there at five minutes on the dot. Finally, after ten minutes, he heard her call out from the bedroom. "You better hurry otherwise I might be done before you get here!" Stuart walked into the bedroom and his heart stopped. Elizabeth was in the bed, laying on a mountain of pillows on her stomach. She was wearing fishnet stockings and heels, her arse and pussy pointing towards the bedroom door. In her hand was a dildo and she was reaching back and rubbing it all around her entrance, teasing herself. Stuart couldn't believe his eyes. Her pussy was sopping wet, glistening in the light. The biggest shock to him was the dildo. They had never been shy about sex toys -- they had a nice little collection of vibrators, clit stimulators and dildos at home. Elizabeth had always maintained that Stuart's cock was the perfect size for her -- length and girth. So, any vibrator or dildo they owned were always about the same size. The one in her hand now though was different. Even from this angle, Stuart could see it was longer and thicker, by some margin, than any of the toys at home. Elizabeth kept rubbing it against herself, never sliding it in. She looked back over her shoulder at her husband. "Are you going to stand there all night or are you going to join me?" Stuart could not have undressed any quicker. He threw his clothes on the floor and all but ran to the bed. He climbed on the bed behind her and took the dildo, amazed at its size even more now he was holding it. He continued to tease her with it, rubbing it against her clit and around her entrance until she was pushing her hips back towards it. She whimpered. "Please baby, I need it inside me." Stuart smiled as he lowered his head. He heard a sharp intake of breath as his mouth closed over her clit -- he always loved eating out his wife, especially from behind. He sucked her gently, using his tongue to flick her pleasure nub. His hands went to her arse cheeks, kneading them, pulling them apart as he drove his face further towards her. Her hips began to buck backwards, almost fucking his face. He began to flick his tongue quickly, wanting to make her cum. She buried her face in the pillows as he felt her whole body tighten. He heard her cry out as her juices flowed onto his face, coating his mouth and chin. She began to shake as he continued his assault on her clit. When she couldn't take it anymore, she rolled over onto her back, breaking the contact. Her skin was flush, her breathing heavy. He noticed her new necklace resting between her breasts. Elizabeth looked at him. "Fuck, you do that so well. Give me a minute to recover and them I am going to ride you like a racehorse!" Stuart shook his head. "When you're ready, stand up and come with me." Elizabeth looked at him, puzzled. She took a moment or two to compose herself then climbed off the bed. Stuart took her hand and led her back to the balcony, still only wearing her necklace, stockings and heels. The sun had set and it was dark, the ocean waves crashing on the beach below. The pool area of the hotel was directly below them. The area was well lit, with a large pool surrounded by huts and a swim up bar. There were pool chairs arranged around the side of the pool, most with towels or clothes on them. There were probably 30 guests in the pool as it was a warm night. With all the lights pointing downwards, no one would notice what was happening 9 storeys above them. Stuart walked Elizabeth right up to the railing. He stood behind her, his iron hard cock poking into her butt cheek. He wrapped his hands around her and held her breasts, tweaking her nipples. "See all those people down there? Do you think they can see us? Do you think they will notice me fucking you up here?" he whispered in her ear. Elizabeth shuddered, and not from the temperature. Her mind went back to Corey, to him fingering her to orgasm while her friends were only metres away. Did Stuart know? She had never mentioned anything to him before. He was kissing her neck, his fingers working their magic on her nipples. He then stood up, placing his hand on her neck. He gently pushed her forward until she was almost doubled over, staring straight down at the pool area. Stuart took her hands and placed them on the railing in front of her. He positioned himself behind her, one hand on her hip and he slowly entered her. She moaned loudly and he stretched her but something felt different. She looked around and watched as he pushed the dildo into her pussy, a lustful smile on his face. When Elizabeth had gone shopping earlier, her phone call with Holly had led her to a high-end adult store. She had found the fishnet stockings and knew straight away that is what she wanted. She had been about to leave when she walked past the sex toy section. The sheer number of items for sale had boggled her mind. There were solid gold dildos for $1,200, there were double ended, fist shaped ones -- the choice was remarkable. She hadn't planned on buying a toy but one in particular caught her attention. It was bigger than her toys at home, that was easy to see. She looked at the packet and it was eight inches long and over six inches in width. It was super realistic, with veins running up and down it, a large set of balls at the bottom, a darkish tan colour and deep pink head. Without understanding why, she had purchased it with her stockings and headed off to the grocery store. Now that Stuart was slowly sliding it inside her boiling hot snatch, she was extremely glad she had procured it. The wide head had stretched her entrance almost to the point of pain, but then it had popped in, slowly sliding deeper and deeper towards her cervix. The feeling was incredible. Stuart slowly dragged it backwards, until the head was resting just inside her, then he pushed it in again, slightly faster this time. Eyes closed, engrossed in her pleasure, she felt a sharp smack on her arse. Looking back, Stuart was staring at her. "Keep your eyes open! Look at them all down there, swimming, drinking, thinking they are having fun but with no idea you are having the time of your life just metres above them." Elizabeth shuddered again, a combination of Stuart's authoritarian order and the familiarity of her experience at the river with Corey. She did as she was told and watched the other guests below. She watched as a man bombed into the pool, his impact with the water coinciding with the dildo bottoming out inside her, causing her breath to catch and a loud moan to escape her lips. Stuart left the dildo in there, slowly using his finger to rub her clit. She could feel another orgasm building and could tell it was going to be large. Letting go of the hand rail briefly, she grabbed a cushion off the chair near her and placed it in her mouth, biting down hard. The pool area was noisy but if anyone else was on their balconies, they would hear her scream when she came. Stuart watched her bite down on the pillow and picked up the pace, knowing how close she was. He couldn't help but admire the view. The fishnet stockings, the large, chunky heels that made her legs look amazing, her arse out for the world to see. Stuart was shocked at his wife's exhibitionist streak. He had seen her blush when talking about Corey to Jayne, he had seen how she reacted to their playing on the plane, hundreds of people within earshot. The blowjob in this very spot the day before. Suddenly, a thought struck him. The blowjob. The other balconies ... Dominick. Stuart began pumping the dildo harder, causing his wife to almost drop the pillow from her mouth as she gasped at the sudden increase in speed. Stuart stretched his neck up to see if he could see anyone on Dominick's balcony. From where he was, he couldn't tell. He moved slightly to the side, trying to get a better angle. There! The balcony where he saw Dominick yesterday. He could see a light coming from inside but the curtains were closed, the door seemingly shut. He kept up the pace with the dildo, sensing how close his wife was. He leant forward; his mouth next to her ear. He kissed her cheek and whispered. "See the light over here, on your right? That is Dominick's room. Do you think he is watching us right now?" He kissed her cheek again and moved behind her. Elizabeth was in a world of her own -- zoned out except for the sexual pleasure radiating every pore of her body. Once Stuart had increased the pace of his pounding, every nerve ending in her genital area was screaming in pleasure. She had her eyes open, but couldn't tell what she was looking at, too focused on the sensation building in her. When she felt him kiss her cheek and whisper in her ear, she was shocked out of her trance. Now she couldn't take her eyes off the balcony. She felt Stuart moving behind her, but the dildo was still sliding in and out of her, taking most of her attention. She felt Stuart kneading her arse cheek, she felt his cock rubbing against her thigh, she felt his thumb briefly brush between her cheeks, something that would normally cause her to stop and tell him to move it, but she couldn't think of anything else right now but the balcony to her right. She vaguely heard Stuart say her name a couple of times so she turned her head towards him. "Cum for my baby, cum on this cock." She nodded her head numbly, too preoccupied to speak, even if she wasn't biting down on the pillow hard enough to crack concrete. She turned her head back towards the railing when she noticed movement to her right. Dominick stepped out onto his balcony, shirtless and in a pair of tight boxers. He had a drink in his hand and was just about to take a sip when he looked up and to the left. His hand stopped midway to his mouth as his jaw dropped. Their eyes locked. Stuart felt rather than saw his wife begin to orgasm. He felt her legs go stiff as steel, the muscles under the skin tightening. Her arse clenched, his hand feeling the muscles in the cheek tense and begin to shake. He looked forward, his attention until then focused on the dildo and saw the pillow drop from her mouth. She cried out, not her normal sound when hitting the peak, but a more primal, guttural sound. Like something that had been stuck within her had finally escaped. He felt her body pushing the dildo, her vaginal muscles squeezing it so tight it was being forced out. It fell into his hand with a pop, followed by a flow of liquid from her pussy. He stared at the pool of fluid collecting on the concrete floor under her before looking up to check on her. Elizabeth's whole body was shaking, her cry still coming from her lips. Her head was turned to the right and her neck rigid, not moving. Stuart glanced and saw what Elizabeth was looking at. Dominick was on his balcony, looking up in their direction. The look on his face and the tent in his underwear letting Stuart know he had seen what just happened. Elizabeth kept moaning, her body shaking until Stuart saw Dominick turn around and go back into his room, shutting the door behind him. Stuart wrapped his arms around Elizabeth's waist, supporting her. Her weight dropped into his arms as she finally finished. He held her there until he could drag a chair over with his foot. He sat down and pulled her onto his lap, his arms still supporting her weight. Elizabeth was exhausted. She had never experienced anything like that before. Her whole body had felt like it was made of steel. She had wanted to turn her head away, close her eyes -- anything to not be staring at Dominick as her orgasm ripped through her but she'd been unable to look elsewhere. Her body had betrayed her and she had stared into his eyes while the waves of ecstasy had crashed through her like a tsunami. She turned her head and looked down. Stuart was staring up at her, his big brown eyes full of love and wonder. His wonderful, full lips had a slight smile on them, like he hid some secret he desperately wanted to share but couldn't. His arms were around her like a vice, a welcome feeling because she wasn't sure if she could support herself at the moment. She looked down and saw his cock poking up, resting between his stomach and her thigh. The head was shiny, pre-cum all over it. She could see it twitch every so often, in time with his heart beat. She looked again at his face and felt ashamed. She was married to the most wonderful man, a man who had given her everything she could ever have dreamed of and while making love to him, she had orgasmed while looking into the eyes of another man, a man who, less than twenty-four hours earlier, she had the most vivid sexual dream of her life about. How could she have done this? How could she have betrayed the love of her life in this way? Stuart sat, watching Elizabeth. Her breathing started to slow; her skin started to lose some of the flushness it had earlier. Her muscles had stopped shaking. He looked at her in wonder. That display had been one of the most erotic things he had ever witnessed in his life. Watching her be "fucked" from behind, looking out over a crowd of people, was simply amazing. Seeing her orgasm while looking at another man, a man she barely knew, while he was watching her, was downright breathtaking. Stuart's fantasy of watching Elizabeth with another man had always been her with a stranger, someone she had just met and had found so incredibly desirable that she just could not resist. It always involved her meeting them at a bar or a club. Never had he thought about it being someone she had met in a completely non-sexual way like at an airport lounge with her husband. Now, it had gone straight to the top of his fantasy scenarios. His cock twitched between his stomach and her thigh. He then realised how much he needed a release. He put his arms under her knees and around her shoulders and stood, lifting her up. He leaned forward and kissed her, sensing some hesitation on her part at first. Once his tongue touched her bottom lip, her hand went to the back of his head and she returned his passion, tongues dancing. He laid her on the bed and settled beside her, his cock resting on her hip. They continued to kiss, his hands roaming her body, playing with her nipples, slowly running down over her belly, into her pubic hair. She grabbed his wrist just as he was about to touch her pussy. "Stop, please. It is still really sensitive down there." She took his hand and placed it back on her breast. They continued to kiss until Stuart couldn't take it any longer. He broke the kiss and propped himself up on his elbow, looking down at her. Her beauty took his breath away. He began slowly tracing a circular pattern on her nipples, down over her belly and back up to her other nipple. Each time he got to her belly, he went a little lower, gently brushing against her pubes. "Did you like Dominick watching you cum?" he asked suddenly, as his fingers ran through her pubic hair on their way back to her nipples. Elizabeth froze, unsure of what to say. "It's ok, I know you saw him and I know he saw you. I could see how much he enjoyed the show. Did you enjoy giving him a show?" he tweaked her nipple as he asked her, causing her breath to catch in her throat. Elizabeth didn't know what to say but she knew she couldn't lie. She slowly nodded her head. Stuart shuddered; his breath ragged. He dropped his face and kissed her again, forcefully and passionately. His fingers tweaked her nipples, not painfully but unquestionably harder than he normally would. "Did putting on a show make you cum harder?" Elizabeth nodded again, his attention to her nipples sending pleasure coursing through her body, centred in her groin. "Was it the show or Dominick that made you cum so hard and long?" Again, Elizabeth didn't know how to answer. Stuart dropped his mouth to her other nipple, licking and sucking. She started squirming on the bed. He looked up, expectantly. Elizabeth closed her eyes; she couldn't look at him when she said it. "It was Dominick." The words left her mouth and hung in the air. How was Stuart going to react? Stuart heard the words, felt them land in his brain. They sat there, large and bold, waiting for him to process them. His mind finally kicked back into gear. He sat up quickly, looking at his wife. She had her eyes closed and he could feel the tension in her, the worry. He rolled on top of her, causing her to open her eyes. Staring at her, he kept rolling across the bed, his hands behind her, until he was on his back, Elizabeth on top of him. He pushed his thighs between hers and spread his legs, opening her also. He then pushed her shoulders gently, until she was sitting up, mounted on top of him. She could feel his cock resting against her mound, throbbing, rigid as steel. His hands went to her hips, gripping them. "Did you dream about him last night, after you got home from the club?" Again, Elizabeth nodded, now staring into his eyes as she did. Stuart groaned, pushing his hips upward, putting more pressure on his dick. "I saw you. I came out of the bedroom and you had a cushion between your legs, fucking it against the couch. You moaned his name." He grabbed her breasts, bringing a nipple to his mouth, and ground his cock into her again. The feeling of it against her bush was enjoyable to say the least. She began to slowly rock back and forth, dragging herself along his length, pushing down to apply more pressure. He groaned on her tit. "Tell me about the dream. Tell me what he did to you." Elizabeth thought back to her dream. As drunk as she was, she remembered it quite clearly. She began rocking faster. "He showed up at our door. We kissed. He carried me to the couch, his tongue in my mouth." She continued to rock her hips, hearing Stuart moan loudly. He let go of her tit and laid his head back, watching her keenly. She had his undivided attention. Her mind flashed back to the night she told him the story about Bill, the fictional man she had sucked off. She smiled inwardly, remembering Stuart's reaction. "We got undressed and I felt his cock. It was so big and thick and HARD." Stuart moaned again, forcing his cock against her. "Is it bigger than mine?" Elizabeth nodded, eliciting a growl from her husband. "How do you know?" Elizabeth explained about the plane, seeing the outline through his sweat pants. Another groan. "Is that why you brought such a large dildo?" The question hit Elizabeth hard -- had that been why she had picked that one? It was certainly larger than anything she had used before. She looked down at Stuart and knew the answer -- she nodded, getting an even louder growl from him. She continued. "He fingered me on the couch, his rough fingers inside me. Then I bent over the couch and he ate me out, like you did earlier." This caused Stuart to grip her hips, HARD. His fingers dug in as he started bucking beneath her, his dick starting to rub against her clit. Elizabeth rotated slightly so the pressure stayed on her clit. "I came twice, crying out into the pillow so we didn't wake you. Then he spread my legs and fucked me hard, his huge dick stretching my pussy so wide." Stuart was thrashing below her now, his hips bucking furiously, his fingers almost starting to hurt. The rubbing of his cock on her clit was starting to get to her, another wave building. "Then he sat down and I rode his cock." As she said this, she titled her pelvis and, when she felt his dick touch her entrance, she plunged down, taking it entirely on the first go. Stuart nearly shouted. Elizabeth had manoeuvred herself to take his cock inside and had sunk down, balls deep on the first thrust. The sensation was almost too much to bear. Hearing her tell him about her dream was sending him into a frenzy. This was different than the story about Bill -- he had seen her humping the cushion, he had heard her moan Dominick's name, watched her cum while staring at him. Stuart knew he was going to lose control soon but he needed to hear the end of it. "I rode his cock, up and down, for what felt like hours. It touched places I never knew existed. His rough hands grabbed my arse." Stuart reached out and took both her arse cheeks in his hands, gripping them tightly. Elizabeth moaned noisily. "He started sucking my nipples, just like you do." Stuart grabbed a nipple between his lips, sucking and licking. Elizabeth moaned again. Her pace quickened, her own release rising to meet his. "We fucked and we fucked, moaning and squealing, careful not to wake you but secretly WANTING to wake you, to have you catch us. I wanted to see you emerge from the bedroom and see what we were doing. I wanted you to see how I liked it and wanted more, more, more." Elizabeth was close now and Stuart's face told her so was he. Her nipple dropped from his mouth. "If I had caught you, what would you have done?" He asked quietly, expectantly. His thrusting slowed, needing a response more than his release. Elizabeth smiled. "I would have sucked your thick cock while he fucked me from behind. I would have swallowed your load while he filled my cunt with his. I would have come with you both inside me." Stuart roared, his nuts emptying inside his wife, just as her orgasm crashed through her. They slammed their hips into each other frantically, not wanting the sensations to end. Eventually, Elizabeth collapsed onto Stuart's chest, completely and utterly spent. They laid like that for a while, breathing heavily, Stuart rubbing his hands up and down her back. His cock slid from her and his seed followed, leaking onto him and the bed. Still they didn't move. Elizabeth drifted off to sleep, her breathing deep and rhythmic. Stuart rolled her off him onto the bed and made sure she was comfortable. He grabbed a small towel from the bathroom, running it under warm water and gently washed her pussy, being careful not to wake her. When he was done, he laid down beside her and she rolled towards him, snuggling into him, snoring softly. As he drifted off to sleep, he pondered if there was anyway Elizabeth would fuck Dominick for real? Could this be the chance to see his fantasy fulfilled? Did he actually want it to happen? All sorts of thoughts played in his mind as he drifted off to sleep.

Shown Off bysarah_shriner© The slut gets more eyes on her nude body. Chapter 12: Family dinner and a movie Both Josh and I ate dinner awkwardly as my parents pestered him with questions. I'd finally worked up the nerve to tell them that I'd been dating a boy. My very religious parents were of course resistant but surprisingly, they seemed to understand that they couldn't really dictate my life anymore. So I pretended Josh had asked me out for the first time and they insisted he come over for dinner to meet them. Much to my relief, Josh was charming as ever. I could tell my mom really liked him. After grilling him a bit more, they seemed to relax. Once dinner was over, we were about to head out for the movie when my dad pulled Josh aside and started talking to him privately. I nervously waited with my mom until they returned. As we walked to Josh's truck holding hands, I asked him what that was about. "Your dad just said that I better keep my hands to myself and to bring you back home at 10 pm sharp. Or he'll be getting his shotgun out." I cringed from my dad's embarrassing behavior. "I just told him he was too late and that his daughter has been swallowing my cock from both ends for a while now." Josh must have felt my hand tense up when he laughed. "I'm just joking babe!" He chuckled at his own joke. "That's not funny Josh!" I had a sudden urge to kiss his goofy face right there but I knew my parents were watching from the living room window. He looked really handsome in his church clothes and I loved that he tried his best to impress my parents. We got into the truck and headed to the drive-in movie theater. The ticket attendant used his flashlight to shine on our faces to make sure it was just the two of us. He handed the speaker to us through Josh's window. "Enjoy the movie kids!" He said as he waved us in. The drive-in was packed. The movie was supposed to be great but I wouldn't know since we spent most of it making out in the back. I loved french kissing Josh. His lips were so soft. Once the movie ended, we went back to the front seats. I was still under such a high from the kissing that Josh's voice sounded distant. "Strip." That definitely brought me back to earth. I looked over at Josh. He had a serious look on his face. He meant it. I swallowed and slowly took my dress off from over my head. I sat there bottomless and with my bra on. "Everything." His voice was raspy and low. I took my bra off with trembling hands. He leaned over and kissed me as his hands roamed over my body. I gasped as he tugged on breasts by pulling my already hard nipples. I watched him play with my chest as my eyes kept darting outside, hoping no one was looking. He was enraptured by my young breasts as he fondled them like toys. He stopped abruptly and started the truck. "Hands behind your head." The deep tenor of his voice was hard to disobey. We drove towards the exit, joining the queue of cars leaving. The same man was collecting the speakers at the booth. "Whatever happens, keep your hands there and keep looking straight." I barely managed a whimper in acknowledgement. I was terrified. The truck slowed to a halt at the exit. "Hope you enjoyed the movie kids." The man was not even looking at us as he held out his hand towards the truck window. "We did sir," Josh replied cheerfully as though he was oblivious to his naked girlfriend next to him. "Now I just need those speakers...." The man suddenly stopped speaking. He must've seen me. I heard him clear his throat as he clicked his flashlight on. I was momentarily blinded as the light shone on my face. I almost screamed from being startled. I was really wound up with nerves. The light travelled from my face slowly to my heaving breasts. I heard the man click approvingly. The light then started going lower and lower before it stopped on my bare pubic mound. I squeezed my legs tighter as if it would protect my non-existent modesty. Josh slowly pushed his hand between my legs and grabbed my right thigh. I saw his face get overtaken with lust. He used his strong grip to gently pry my legs wide open. The light that was previously hovering my belly button darted down. My glistening pussy lips were now under a spotlight. I turned red as I stared ahead, trying to will time to go faster. It felt like an eternity as I felt four eyes focused on my slit, which was betraying me by getting flush with excitement. After a too long 10 seconds filled with awkward silence, the flashlight clicked off. "You kids have a good night now!" The ticket attendant winked at Josh. The truck peeled onto the road. Josh had the cheesiest grin on his face. "That was fucking wild babe! You made that guy's night I bet." He reached over and plunged two fingers into me. "Sopping wet," he laughed. He was right, my pussy was already leaking. What had I become? "Keep your hands where they are," he ordered when he saw me lowering my arms. I promptly put them behind my head again. He had a bizarre power over me. He toyed with my pussy the whole way home as my naked breasts jiggled with every bump on the road. Several cars drove past. Josh laughed and commented how my pussy tightened up as each one drove by. We finally made it to my street. I reached for my bra when Josh stopped me. "Not so fast baby.." He took my dress and bra and stepped out of the truck. He came over to my side and opened the door. "Here you go my lady." He held out his hand to help me out. It was like a prince helping his princess out of a carriage. Except my pussy was dripping and I was nude save for my three inch heels. This was insanity. This was preposterous. This was...something I knew I didn't have a choice in. I got out nimbly. I nervously looked across the street at my neighbor's house. Their lights were on. Josh took my hand and led me towards my house. My clothes were tucked under his other arm as we walked in silence. The light outside my front door was on. My mom probably left it on for me. Josh pretended to ring the bell which caused me to almost yell out in fear. That seemed to amuse him a lot. He suddenly hugged me close, pressing my entire naked body against his clothed one. He reached down and squeezed my ass cheeks. "Josh, please, give me my dress...," I pleaded desperately. "Only after my good night kiss baby." I sighed exasperatedly. I pursed my lips and leaned forward hurriedly only to be stopped by Josh. "Not that kind of kiss silly," Josh chuckled. My eyes bugged wildly as he pushed me down. Because of my heels I had to squat in an obscenely whore-like position. My legs were spread wide, exposing my pussy completely. He pulled his zipper down and struggled to pull his rock hard cock and balls out. It always looked threateningly big in this angle. "Ok, ready for my goodnight kiss now!" He whispered almost too loudly. I knew my only way to safety was to end this as quickly as possible. I lunged forward and took his cock as deep as I could. He moaned gently. "God damn, you are so hungry for cock I fucking love it." I used every trick I'd learnt in the past few months. I got his cock sloppy and wet. I tried to take it deeper and deeper each time. I bobbed on his cock like I was desperate for it. Like those sluts in the porn tape we watched together. I even licked and sucked his balls while looking up at him, just like he taught me. "Oh fuck baby. That's it. Show everyone what you can do. Show all your neighbors how much you love sucking cock. Show them how good you are at making me cum. Come on baby. Show them why you're the best girlfriend in the world." His dirty talk was getting to me. I involuntarily reached down between my spread legs and started playing with my pussy. I started sucking him nastier than before. His cock head was breaching past my tonsils repeatedly. "Oh fuck.." he whispered appreciatively. I felt Josh gather up my hair in his hand. I held on to his muscular thighs and braced myself. I wonder if any of my neighbors saw me that night. If they had, they would've been truly shocked. The girl they'd seen grow up, shy and demure, with overly strict parents. A girl who had always been impossibly polite. That same girl was nude and fingering her pussy like a slut in heat, all while getting face fucked by her hung, athletic boyfriend. That too out in the open. How surprised would they have been to see that same girl having her throat pounded like it was a pussy. They would've never guessed I'd turn out like this. Hell, I didn't expect to become this way. Josh shoved all the way in, his trimmed pubes were touching my nose. I held on tight, desperately trying to ignore my gag reflex. He moaned much too loudly for comfort. That's when I felt his thick cock pulsating. I felt hot, thick cum being shot straight down my throat into my stomach. It was one of his larger loads. He was covering his mouth to be quiet as he came. He slowly pulled out the cock lodged in my throat. There was a flicker of pride inside me for being able to satiate that demanding penis. I got up and started putting on the bra and dress Josh handed me. Once I was done, Josh used his shirt to clean up my face. He was so gentle now. Once it wasn't obvious that I'd been recently choking on cock, Josh kissed me deep. His tongue danced with mine. "That was the actual goodnight kiss." I melted into a puddle. I watched Josh ring the bell for real this time. My father answered. "Hi Mr. Myers, I got her home exactly at 10, just as I promised!" "Good lad Josh. I appreciate that. The movie was good I hope?" "Oh it was amazing," came the cheeky reply. I cringed as my father shook the same hand that had been inside my pussy. "Good night Susan." "Good night Josh." We spoke with a formality to ensure my father didn't suspect how intimate we'd actually gotten. He gave me a wink as my father turned to go back inside. I have no idea how he was so confident and fearless. But it turned me on extremely. I ran upstairs, took off my dress once more and fingered my horny pussy until I made a damn mess. Chapter 13: Advice from wiser men I was tanning myself regularly at Josh's place now. I would go twice a week to maintain the light golden hue he adored. And I was doing it nude like he wanted me too. Fortunately, Josh's mom worked the afternoon shift and was never home or she'd have told my parents immediately. Unfortunately, Josh's stepfather Mr. Daniels was always around. He understood though and kept my presence secret. But he had no qualms ogling my body in the skimpy bikini. And he was always there waiting for me as I either left or entered the house. I would grimace as he'd say "looking good Susan!" I'd complained about it to Josh once. I told him how the bikini was too revealing to wear around other people. "Come on Susan. He's seen you cum on my fingers with your legs spread wide open. You really think he cares about seeing you in a swimsuit?" I turned bright red from embarrassment when Josh had said that. I remembered that day. I couldn't even get out my retort about him calling glorified lingerie a swimsuit. "You have a beautiful fucking body babe. Of course guys are going to look. We can't help it. Especially when it's someone as gorgeous as you." His flattery somewhat placated me. But deep inside, I knew I didn't really have any say in the matter. On that particular afternoon, I had just reached Josh's place and changed into the bikini. Josh got called down and came back with an annoyed look on his face. "Mom forgot her purse. I need to get it to her. Wait for me ok?" He gave me a peck on the lips and left. That was an hour drive each way so he'd be gone a while. I resolved to get the tan over with and headed out back. I must've turned white as a sheet as I saw Mr. Daniels and the same two friends from last time having beers on the patio. They erupted in cheers as they saw me. I wanted to run back inside but I didn't want to embarrass myself further. So I decided to pretend like it didn't bother me and walked past them briskly. I went to the very back of the yard, hid myself properly behind a tree and proceeded to tan myself nude as usual. Once I was done, I got dressed, wrapped my towel around myself, and tried to scurry past the men back into the house. Unfortunately, Mr. Daniels chose that moment to start a conversation. "Where are you running off to, young lady?" I wanted to ignore him but the manners indoctrinated in me prevented me from doing so. "Just looking to rinse off inside and wait for Josh, Mr Daniels." The impatient tone in my voice was blatant. "Wait for his cock you mean", one of the men retorted crudely, causing all three of them to laugh. I was beyond embarrassed. I wanted to run inside but Mr. Daniels piped up again. "Why don't you make our day and grace us with your company for a while Susan?" He pulled a fourth chair over and patted it expectantly. I looked around nervously, wishing Josh was here to save me. "Come on, we don't bite." But judging from the looks on their faces, I was not too sure about that. I didn't want to be rude, so I sat down and covered myself with the towel as best I could. I felt myself blushing as I saw all three men eyeing me. "So how's it going with your first boyfriend Susan? I feel like it was only yesterday that we were seeing you ride your bikes around town with your little friends." "It's going good Mr Daniels, Josh is really sweet" "I bet he is. He's always raving about what an amazing girlfriend you are " My stomach fluttered knowing Josh was saying such nice things about me. I smiled without realizing it. "Oh yeah, he says you've become an expert at making him cum. I still can't believe a girl who looks as innocent as you has done even half the stuff he's told me." My smile instantly vanished. "He tells you about what we do?" I asked in disbelief. "Of course! My son, like all other growing boys, sought advice from his father." The other men smirked and nodded in agreement. I was naive enough to be satisfied by that explanation. "Although...Josh has mentioned a few things that maybe I should tell you. You know, so you can be a better girlfriend." That certainly got my interest. I leaned in and spoke in a whisper. "What did he say?" "Now now Dave, it seems very unfair that she get this invaluable information for free," one of Mr. Daniel's friends quipped. "Oh yes, very true. What do we think Miss Susan should pay us with boys?" "I think she should lose the towel so we have a reason to stick around and help her with her boy troubles." "Oh yes! That would do the trick." I opened my mouth in protest only to be cut-off. "Unless of course, you don't want to know what your boyfriend had to say..." I shut up immediately. My foolish curiosity had gotten the better of me. I hung my head and slowly pulled the towel off me. One of the men all too eagerly snatched it away, as though they were afraid I would change my mind. "Fuck me look at that beautiful body." "Perfect jugs. That bikini sure makes them pop." "Yea, the nips poke right through." "I can't believe Brian Meyers has been hiding that at home." "Clearly not hiding her well enough." The men laughed at their vulgar jokes as I sat blushing head to toe. I cleared my throat gently. 'Umm...Mr Daniels, about what Josh said?" "Oh yes my dear girl. Don't be too worried. You've been doing marvelously so far. Your holes have made Josh very happy. Not many boys can say they have lost their virginity without wearing a condom." "They've been rawdogging it this whole time? That boy is a lucky bastard." "Oh yes, that pussy has been taking load after load. She's been swallowing too. Just like a good girlfriend should." My blush refused to subside as the three men discussed my sex life. "Brian has been so annoying with his church bullshit. But his own little girl has become the perfect little sex kitten." My ears pricked slightly as they mentioned my father. "Much more than a sex kitten. She's been deepthroating and letting that little hole between her legs get totally beat up. I've heard the pounding all the way downstairs. Her pussy is being put through the ringer. And that's not even to mention the thick dildo she's been riding regularly. She's learnt to fuck like a total pro." "You know about the dildo?" I asked in shock. "Who do you think got it for Josh?" I was stunned. This was incredibly humiliating. Mr. Daniels was privy to the most intimate of details. "But it's not wrong Susan. In fact, you are doing something incredible. As Josh's first girlfriend, it's your duty to help him mature healthily." "How so?" I inquired with curiosity. "Well, Josh is at an age where holding his cum inside can be dangerous. As his girlfriend, you need to help him release it so he doesn't get sick. You're basically saving his life." A sense of pride swelled in me while the men chuckled at my ignorance. "You're even teaching him to fuck like a man. It's your responsibility to let him use your cunt for practise." "That's good I suppose...,' I quietly replied. "That's more than good. That's amazing. As soon as Josh pops a boner, you should always make your mouth or cunt available to him. Slobber on that cock and keep him drained." I nodded shyly. "Ok..but what else did Josh say?" I needed to know what I had to improve on. "Well, I don't know how to say it without getting Josh in trouble with you." Mr. Daniels winked at me slyly. "No I promise I won't tell him you told me." "So it'll be our secret?" "Yes, definitely." "Well, he thinks you're still too shy. I think he is getting frustrated that you resist so often." "Really? He said that?" "Yes he did. And you know what? I actually agree with him. What do you have to be embarrassed for? You are stunningly gorgeous. and you have a body that's just amazing. If your boyfriend wants to show you off, you should totally let him." "I suppose I could try harder to be more comfortable with it." "That's the spirit! If your boyfriend enjoys showing off his sexy girlfriend, who are you to say no?" The other men murmured in agreement. "You just need to practice." I nodded silently. "In fact, why don't we try now?" The grin on Mr.Daniel's face was growing wide. "What do you mean?" "Well, you're sitting here with your tits practically hanging out in front of three guys. Why don't you just lose the top completely? It's not like we have seen it all already." I felt my face turning red again. The words stung. Everything about the situation felt wrong. But it appeared that my upbringing and my recent experiences with Josh had left me increasingly compliant. When they didn't see me disagree, one of the men casually reached behind me and undid my top. The scraps of fabric fell onto my lap. I felt three pairs of eyes zero in on my heaving chest. I instinctively wanted to cover myself up. but I knew that would defeat the purpose of this exercise. "Jesus Christ! look at those perfect tits. Makes you just want to motorboat them all day." "Pink perfect nips too. Just right for sucking." "That's it Susan. Be proud of your body. There's nothing to be ashamed of. Breasts like that need to be on display at all times." I was dying inside. I don't know what possessed me to agree to this. I was just about to run back into the house when Mr. Daniels interjected again. "And now the bottoms." My eyes grew as wide as saucers. Surely he wasn't suggesting what I thought he was. But before I knew what was happening, Mr. Daniels had reached forward, hooked either side of my bottoms with his fingers and swiftly yanked them down. I immediately covered up my pussy with my hands as the men started hollering and cheering with perverted glee. "Now now Susan. remember what we talked about. Don't you want to make Josh happy? We are older and more experienced. We know what we're doing. We need to get you used to this." I was so sheltered and naive that I fell for the flimsy story. I took a deep breath, closed my eyes and slowly moved my hands to the arm rests of the chair. I felt hands on either knee gently pry my legs open. This unleashed a new wave of vulgar comments towards me. "Fuck me look at that shaved pussy." "You sure it's been getting fucked? Looks brand new." "That tiny thing has been swallowing cock everyday? That's amazing." I heard the men pull in their chairs closer to me. My eyes were still squeezed shut as I repeated to myself that I was doing this for Josh. I let them visually molest me for another 5 minutes. They made nastier and nastier comments about me that would make the biggest pervert blush. But I endured it because I was convinced this would help me get over my shyness. Unsurprisingly, it wasn't working. Eventually the chatter died down. Mr. Daniels cleared his throat. "Well uh.. look here Susan. You did really really well. Practicing like this will get rid of your shyness in no time. But Josh is going to be here soon. You should probably get your sexy little butt upstairs and get ready for him. He's going to want to drill you out." I nodded quietly and took my stuff and got up. "You want to really drive him wild?" I nodded again. "Go upstairs to Josh's room, get the dildo. Get on your hands and knees. Ass up, face down with your fuck hole facing the door. When Josh opens the door, it would drive him crazy to see you pounding yourself with a nice thick toy. Show him what a cock loving slut you are. Show him how much you want his meat ramming you. Let him know how much you crave guzzling his cum." The men laughed at the vivid description while I flinched at the filthy language. But Mr. Daniels obviously knew what guys wanted more than me. Who was I to argue? "And Susan. This little discussion stays between us. We wouldn't want your boyfriend getting jealous." The men laughed loudly again while I turned beet-red. I went upstairs and got in position as directed. I found myself getting incredibly aroused. After 10 minutes, I heard Josh's footsteps climbing up the stairs. I immediately started plunging the dildo into me aggressively, just like how Mr. Daniels told me. I heard the door open. I swayed my hips slightly and started moaning softly. I really wanted to sell it. I didn't want Josh to think I was too shy. But the door suddenly closed. It didn't take me long to realize that it wasn't Josh. My fears were confirmed as I heard the footsteps continue back out the patio, followed by raucous laughter. I barely registered the humiliation when I heard footsteps coming to the bedroom again. "Susan?" I was relieved it was actually Josh this time calling from downstairs. I immediately started fucking myself with the dildo again. I needed to get it right for him. I heard the door open. "Oh fuck..." No pleasantries were exchanged. I heard him practically rip his clothes off. He knelt down behind me and slapped my hands away from the toy. He grabbed it instead and proceeded to absolutely pummel my poor pussy so hard that I almost screamed out. He abruptly pulled it out and handed it to me. "Suck it," came the stern order. I immediately started pleasuring the dildo like it was Josh's own cock. I felt two of his fingers hook into my already open pussy and painfully pull down, gaping me even more. He spat into my obscenely open hole. It was primal..filthy. One of his hands grabbed my ponytail at the base, while the other held onto my waist firmly. "I'm going to give your slutty cunt just what you want," he growled sexily. Even though I was bracing for it, his sudden plunge into me knocked my breath out anyway. He immediately started thrusting into my well lubricated pussy, making me feel the entire length of his cock on every stroke. I noticed his window was open. I'm sure the men sitting directly underneath it were thrilled to hear the vulgar sounds of sex coming out the bedroom. But I didn't care. I was barely coherent from the fucking that Josh was giving me. He ravished me that afternoon, although I expected nothing else. In hindsight I was definitely tricked by the older men but they were right about one thing. Availing myself as Josh's personal whore definitely thrilled him like no other. Chapter 14: An end to the tale I quietly closed my bedroom window behind me in the dead of night. I was sneaking out again, something I'd gotten very good at. It was going to be one of our last small town trysts before Josh and I left for college 4 hours away. I tiptoed across the lawn, using the shadows cast by my house to hide myself. Josh's truck was parked at the end of our street as usual. I hurried over to the driver's side door as my chest thumped wildly. Then, without any prompting, I immediately removed my clothes and handed them to Josh who had a heart fluttering smile on his face. He had certainly trained me well. I was taken aback when he gripped the back of my neck and gave me a long passionate kiss through the door window. My nipples instantly hardened in the night air. While I was still cognizant of the fact that I was butt naked in the street, I tried to focus on the kiss and let my inhibitions go. I'd come a long way from where I was before. Although I'm sure Josh would've said not far enough. When he finally broke the kiss, I ran over to the passenger side and got in the truck. His hand immediately found its way to my pussy, eliciting a moan from me. I was surprised when he handed me a blindfold. This was a new development. "Put it on", he growled in an irresistibly erotic voice. And like the dutiful girlfriend I was, I did. He started the truck and began driving. Shrouded in total darkness, my heart was racing. His hand never let up on my pussy, getting me incredibly aroused. After what felt like hours of driving, the truck hit gravel and slowed down. He unbuckled his seatbelt and reached across to kiss me while simultaneously plugging two fingers deep into my hot, slick hole. My eyes rolled into the back of my head with pleasure, although he couldn't have known that with the blindfold on. "Keep the blindfold on at all times, understand baby?" I whimpered in acknowledgement as his thick fingers burrowed deeper inside me. "Tonight, I want you to be the best lay in the world. I want you to show me everything you've learned about how to FUCK." He plunged his fingers deeper into me to place further emphasis on his last word. I was putty in his hands. I moaned a weak yes. He got out of the truck and opened the door for me. He guided me down, being careful that I didn't fall due to my blindness. I felt paved ground at my feet. I breathed a sigh of relief. It was likely the same parking lot we frequented regularly. He pushed me against the truck and groped me like a mad man while remaining dressed himself. The sensations were driving me wild. I felt him press his body against mine as he kissed me with a fury. His jean-clad bulge pushing into me felt deadly. Before I could touch it, I felt myself being dragged away from the truck. We reached a patch of soft grass, making me realize that this was not the same parking lot. "Just like we've practiced," he whispered in my ear. I felt him grab the base of my pony tail and lower me. I was forced to squat with my legs splayed open. I felt my wet pussy lips open to the night air and grabbed Josh's muscular thighs in preparation for the oral assault I knew was coming. But I was determined to show Josh how far I'd come. I unzipped his pants and fished out his cock. I wrapped my lips around his thick member and slowly but surely slowly impaled my mouth on it until I felt my tonsils squeeze his cock head. Josh moaned loudly into the dark night. Then, I went to work. All my experience of giving countless blowjobs showed that night. I deepthroated him over and over. I kept his cock sloppy with my spit just how he liked. I switched up speeds, I changed up the strength of my mouth's suction, and ran my tongue across his piss slit every so often that always made his knees buckle. I even kissed and licked his balls like they were the elixir of life. In that moment, they may as well have been. Josh had nothing but praise and pure verbal expressions of pleasure from what I was doing. He didn't even feel compelled to guide the blowjob with his hands like he normally did. Just as I had reached a frenetic pace deepthroating his cock, he pushed himself abruptly away from me. "Fuck babe. I almost shot my load right down your throat." His ragged breathing was getting me even more aroused. I composed myself and wiped off my mouth after what had essentially been a cock sucking performance that would have rivaled any porn film. Josh's breathing slowed before he finally let me up. My thighs were on fire from squatting for so long. He pushed me a few steps backwards until I felt something like a wooden picnic table press into my bare behind. He lifted me up so that I was able to sit with my legs dangling over the table's edge. He got into the table behind me and pulled me back until my head was resting on his chest. He was still dressed but I felt his exposed hard cock pressed between us. He coaxed my thighs up and out, before finally grabbing my ankles and pulling them back towards my head. He then pulled my legs open obscenely wide. I mentally thanked God for all the cheerleading practice that made me flexible enough to withstand such a whorish position. "Finger that cunt," he whispered in my ear, sending shivers throughout my body. I reached down to my spread open pussy. It was engorged with arousal. I started rubbing my pussy opening, immediately feeling shudders of pleasure in my brain. "I didn't say rub your pussy. I said. Finger. That. Cunt." I whimpered at his dominant tone. I pushed in two fingers and started the now familiar act of fucking my own hole. A haze filled my head as I rhythmically went in and out. "Faster." "Harder." "Stick a third finger in that slut cunt. I know it can take it." I felt my opening stretch as I obediently added another digit to it. "Finger fuck that horny wet hole HARD." Josh's whispers filled my head and I did my best to obey. It wasn't long before the pleasure became unbearable and I had the first orgasm of the night. "Aaaargh!" I screamed out as my body convulsed. I pulled my fingers out as my open hole spasmed and gushed from an intense orgasm. Even Josh struggled to keep me spread open with his strong arms. Once my orgasm subsided, Josh kept holding me wide open. He kissed me deeply as my pussy kept twitching. "Hold on to your legs just like this, it's my turn now," he snarled into my ear. I dutifully did as he said and maintained my slut stance. He spat on his right hand crudely and reached down between my legs. He rubbed his spit into my already slippery opening, then plunged two of his masculine thick fingers into me while his left hand started groping my breasts. I moaned loudly without any shame. I was under his spell. For the next ten minutes, he used and abused my hole like he owned it. "Say my name is Susan Myers and I love my cunt fingered hard." I felt embarrassed and whimpered a no. "Say it." This time, his request was a command. "My name is Susan Myers and I love...my cunt fingered hard." "Louder." "My name is Susan Myers and I love my cunt fingered hard," I said in a louder tone. His thick fingers pounded into me with increased tempo. The pleasure in my pussy was reaching a crescendo. "LOUDER!" My mind was a scrambled mess. His fingers were dripping with my juices as he completely violated my pussy, treating it like nothing more than a sex toy. He must've sensed the impending event because his fingers pulled out of me viciously as I had my second orgasm of the night and totally lost my inhibitions. "MY NAME IS SUSAN MYERS AND I LOVE HAVING MY CUNT FINGERED HARD!" I screamed into the night, completely giving up any semblance of modesty. My gaping pussy gasped and quivered from the pleasure radiating through it. I was still holding my legs open like an obedient girlfriend. I was in an unknown place and completely blind. And yet Josh had total control over me. What had happened to me? But before I could process my budding existential crisis, I felt Josh kissing my neck, causing my eyes to roll back. He started growling into my ear as his hands roamed up my body to my breasts. "Keep your legs open. We put in a lot of work into your cunt. It's been fucked over and over. I've drained my balls into your hot hole so many times it's scary. " "Look how wet it gets. Look at how much it loves getting touched...fingered...fucked." I was embarrassed beyond comprehension. But his filthy mouth combined with his tugging of my hard nipples was already building up the pressure inside of me. My pussy wasn't even being touched but it was starting to glisten with anticipation again. "Now imagine everyone you know standing in front of you. Seeing that cunt. That perfect snatch that just milks my cock like nothing else. Seeing how wet and hot it is." I whimpered as Josh finally let me put my legs down and slowly pushed me forward and off the table. He stood up behind me. He gathered my hair into a ponytail again. He pulled my head back until my ear was right next to his mouth. "Imagine everyone from school watching you right now. What would they think if they saw you like this?" I started grinding my bare ass into Josh's hard cock pressing into me. At that moment, I was nothing but a whore. Josh chuckled at my display. His grip at the base of my ponytail tightened as he bent me over in half. He kicked my legs open so he had full access to my wet pussy. I bit my lip as I felt his large cockhead barely breach my opening. "I think you'd like everyone seeing you horned up. Needy for my cock." I whimpered as Josh teased my slit with his cockhead. He was right. I needed him inside me. "In fact, why don't we show everyone how you can FUCK!" Before I could understand what was going on, Josh had removed my blindfold while simultaneously spearing me to the hilt with his rock hard cock. I shrieked with pain and pleasure. I saw stars as my eyes struggled to adjust to the light. My pussy was still spasming at the sudden intrusion when Josh started fucking me with brutal enthusiasm. As Josh continued pounding me from behind, I started becoming aware of my surroundings. I couldn't recognize the place. What I did know was that Josh and I were completely illuminated by the one street light in the park. As I squinted into the darkness in front of me, my eyes grew wide as I made out the outline of a car. I looked around wildly and made out another car and a truck that wasn't Josh's. They were all facing us head on from a distance. My heart dropped when I saw the faint orange glow of a lit cigarette held by a hand hanging outside the truck window. I felt startled and tried to stand up but Josh's vice grip at the base of my hair kept me down. Instead, he grabbed one of my legs and raised it up, never ceasing the vaginal pounding he was inflicting on me. He pulled my head back, making me look straight ahead with my chest exposed. I felt all of my face and body lit up by the literal spotlight above us. Every time he thrust in, my breasts jiggled for the audience watching us. He was a man possessed. He was intent on showing me off. His girlfriend. His lover. His slut. And despite this act of filthy exhibition and degradation, my body was on fire with lust. His cock was churning up the pleasure in my pussy for a third climax. I tried to ignore the anonymous eyes on my body and get into the sex instead. Just as I was able to focus on the relentless pounding, the car in front of us roared to life. I jumped but Josh kept me in my position. The car's bright headlights were blinding me. And I was mortified when it started inching towards us. The headlights completely shrouded the driver's identity. "Josh please we need to leave.." I pleaded desperately. But Josh seemed transfixed on the encroaching car. He had stopped thrusting but he kept me in the same position. My head pulled back. My left leg held straight up and out. His cock lodged balls deep in my pussy. "Just shut your eyes baby. Please, do this for me. Don't be scared." Knowing I had no other choice, I did just that. I prayed that whoever driving the car did not know who I was. I heard the car come to a stop. I kept my eyes shut. I could not bear to look. I felt Josh drop my leg and pull himself out of me. I immediately turned around and buried my blushing face in his chest. He was still fully clothed, adding further to my humiliation. But he grabbed me by my shoulders and turned me around again. He applied pressure onto my back until I found myself bent over the car hood that was apparently only a few inches in front me. I felt my nipples tingle as they pressed against the warm metal. I put my head on it's side, making my ear flush with the hood. I heard the hum of the recently killed engine. Josh forced my legs open wide once more and to my embarrassment, I felt that familiar burning of lust stirring inside me again. I whimpered quietly as I heard car doors open and shut, followed by footsteps crunching over the gravel, heading closer towards us. I kept my eyes squeezed shut. Then the voices started. "That's one hot slut you got there kid." "Is that really the Myers girl holy fuck." "Did you see how she played with her pussy? She fucking loves it. Sucks cock like a goddamn pro too." "Brian raised one hot bitch. You think he knows?" The humiliation was becoming unbearable for me. They knew who I was, although I could not expect anything less from growing up in a small town. I heard three voices but had no idea who they were. I suddenly felt Josh's cock rubbing up and down my slit. I covered my face with my hand. This was yet another advancement of my corruption. Getting fucked with strangers watching. "Stick it in her boy. Make her squeal." This made the men laugh. But Josh was more than happy to oblige the request. He slowly pushed himself into me. I let out an involuntary moan before I could stop myself. "Fucking hell, it just slid right in. Not her first time, that's for sure." "No condom too. She must love feeling that bare cock." More laughter ensued. "Pound her boy. Make that pussy yours." They were talking about me like I was a two-bit whore. And I could not even blame them. Josh grunted and grabbed me by the waist. I knew what was coming. For the next 15 mins, I screamed and moaned through another orgasm. I learned in that moment that there was nothing that made you feel more vulnerable than cumming hard on a cock inside you while strange men cheered you on. I'd had my fair share of intense fucks with Josh before. But that night, he fully claimed my body as his in front of the men watching. If it weren't for my juices drenching his cock and lubricating, I'm sure we would have started a fire. "Come on boy. Finish the job." "Knock the slut up." "Yea, fill her up." I felt the familiar tension rising in Josh's grip and braced myself. He roared as he plunged all the way into me and flooded me with his cum. He stayed pressed into me as his cock spasmed over and over inside me. The heat of his seed soothed my sore pussy as I let out a low moan. The men whooped and hollered in celebration. I heard them slapping his back and congratulating him with "atta boy" proclamations. I kept my eyes shut. I was overcome with shame. I could bear to see any of their faces. I stayed in my position, exhausted as Josh slowly pulled himself out of me. The shifting gravel made it clear that the men had now taken position right behind me for a better view. I felt Josh's thick load and my pussy juices slide out my opening. A new wave of chatter and whistles started. "Would you take a look at that cunt. Just leaking cum everywhere." "That's one hot gaping teenage twat." "She took that cock like a fucking champ. She's making her family proud that's for sure." I continued laying flat out on the car as the men continued their filthy talk. I felt their eyes zeroed in on my still open pussy. Their voices became a buzz in my head as the full gravity of what I'd done hit me. I was jolted awake from my stupor by the car starting up again. I stood up abruptly and fell back into Josh's open arms. I covered up my face as the car reversed slowly, the headlights still shining brightly on my body. But Josh took my hands and held them behind me. "Open your eyes...", he gently whispered in my ear. I slowly peered through my eyes as the headlights blinded me. Then, the other two vehicles also started their ignition, drenching my nude body in even more light. It was so bright I still couldn't make out the drivers. Then one by one, they pulled out of the parking lot and down the country road. As the last car drove away, I let out an audible sigh of relief. Fear turned to humiliation turned to anger. But before I could make my fury known I found myself swung around and wrapped up in Josh's strong arms. He kissed me deeply, probing my mouth with his tongue. After what felt like an hour, he hoisted me up by my thighs, making me straddle him. My sore labia pressed into his belt buckle. He carried me effortlessly back to the picnic table behind us. He perched my bare ass on the edge of the table and held my thighs open as he crouched down between them. I bit my lip as he kissed my battered pussy. "I fucking love everything about you baby. I love your laugh, your smile, your breasts, your body, your pussy." I felt his hot mouth engulf my pussy as he finished his sentence. I felt his tongue squirm and slide all over my lips and clit. He knew exactly what strings to pull on my body. My body had been conditioned to respond immediately to his touch. I couldn't help it. I felt his mouth finally leave my aching slit. "I love how you let me do all these as things. How you let me show you off. How you let me do whatever I want to your cunt." He put extra emphasis on the last word as he spat on my pussy vulgarly and shoved two of his large fingers deep into my hole. He fingered me slowly. I looked down between my legs as the soreness in my pussy once again gave way to pleasure. He was looking at me. He gave me his trademark smile that got me into this mess in the first place as he kissed the top of my pussy tenderly. "I love you baby." And with that, what little indignation I had melted away. I laid back and surrendered my body to him once more. I was his. But more importantly, he was mine. Epilogue Josh never revealed who the men who had watched us were. I think he found it exciting that I would always second guess any man in town as being one of them. But the two of us left for college not long after and I never had to deal with any scandal. We remained together for several years which Josh definitely used to push my boundaries even further. But I trusted him completely and we loved each other through it all. While the relationship did not last, the memories definitely will.

Susan's Firsts by Kalavo When September rolled around, I started classes at Cal State-Northridge. I hadn't decided on a major yet, but figured I had time since I needed to get through all of the basic prerequisites first. I had always enjoyed school and did really well getting A's on my exams and papers. I continued dancing at the club on Fridays, Saturdays and Sundays, but hadn't shot a scene in quite a while. My DVD was selling very well and was bringing in some nice money for me. As I figured would happen, my Mom came to my apartment on a Thursday evening. Before I opened my door, I braced myself for an awkward evening. When I opened my door, she swooped in and tried to hug me, but I pushed her away. She looked hurt but I didn't care. We stood and stared at each other for a while until I asked, "What do you want Joyce?" I could tell that my tone and using her name instead of Mom struck home with her. I could see tears welling up in her eyes as she replied, "I just want to talk. Can we do that?" I indicated that she should sit in the chair and then I sat on my bed as I asked, "What do you want to talk about?" "Well, mostly I want to apologize to you. Your Dad and I talked for 5 hours after he came home when he saw you that night in August. He told me where he saw you and what you did there. He also told me in detail what the two of you talked about. He felt terrible that he didn't realize it was your birthday. After he finished telling me everything we both came to the conclusion that you were right, we have been the worst parents we could have possibly been. "We should have never made you leave Chicago during your senior year, I'm really very, very sorry about that. We didn't think things through very well, obviously. I hope you'll be able to forgive us someday. So, what can we do to make things right? Frankly, I haven't a clue." I was kind of shocked that she had apologized so forthrightly, but I was still harboring hard feelings and it was going to take a lot more than 'I'm sorry' to bridge the gulf between us. So, I said, "I don't know what it will take if anything. My anger with you two is so deeply rooted right now. Your apologizing was a good first step, but beyond that I don't know." She had a grim sort of smile and then said, "Yeah, a very small step. I know the word sorry doesn't really mean too much, but you have to believe me when I say that the feelings behind it are heartfelt. I know I didn't show it very well, but I do love you and I hate that I caused you so much pain." I made us a couple of salads for dinner as we talked for hours. At one point she said, "I watched your DVD's, well, the first two. It's kind of hard for a mother to watch her daughter have sex. I was wondering if what you said in the first one was true about your virginity." "It was. I was a very good girl in Chicago and hadn't even kissed a boy let alone have sex with one. I was so lonely at school here because I just couldn't seem to break into any groups to have friends. When I read about porn houses here looking for actresses, I decided my good girl days were over figuring that would hurt you the most when you found out. I was all about revenge for my fucked up life here. "I took some pictures of myself and told a bunch of porn houses I was willing to lose my virginity in a porn film if the price was right. I got several of them in a bidding war and ended up doing the first two scenes for $200,000. The first two were so popular, the studio wanted to do more revolving around firsts for me, so we negotiated until I signed a contract for 7 more scenes at $20,000 a pop plus 5% for every DVD sold. "So, I've made over $300,000, less taxes, doing porn and stripping. I've discovered I'm a bit of an exhibitionist and love both jobs. I really love sex and have loved everything I've done in my DVD's." "You know you can't do those things forever. What about the future?" "I'm taking classes at Cal State Northridge though I haven't decided on a major yet." "How about business management like your Dad?" I scowled and said, "After what business has done to us, there is no way I'm doing that!" My Mom hung out with me for 6 hours talking about all sorts of things. By the time she left I felt a lot better about my relationship with her. Just as she was walking out the door, she stopped abruptly, turned and said, "I almost forgot, I wanted to give this to you in lieu of missed birthdays and as a token of our love for you." I opened the box and was dazzled by a beautiful diamond pendant on a silver chain. I looked up at my Mom at a loss for words as she said, "This belonged to my mother and to her mother. Cherish it." I couldn't help myself as I grabbed my Mom and gave her a bear hug. She hugged me back and whispered in my ear, "I love you, honey. Never doubt that. I may do foolish things, but just remember I love you!" I started crying and said, "I love you too, Mom. I'm sorry I've been such a brat." She held me at arm's length, smiled at me with tears in her eyes and said, "You have nothing to apologize for, honey." My relationship with my parents improved markedly over time and we began spending some time together. They never said another word about being in porn or stripping, which I figured they sidestepped to avoid alienating me again. School went well and after my first year I decided on a double major of Psychology, focusing on human sexuality, and Cinema and Television Arts. All through school I continued dancing on the weekends and during the summer I would shoot 5 scenes with Porn Parade. I was making money hand over fist and had amassed a pretty tidy savings account and investment portfolio. During my last semester at Northridge, I took an Eastern European literature course to complete a humanities elective. It was interesting with books by Gunter Grass, Milan Kundera, Alexander Solzhenitsyn and others. I was sitting next to a good looking guy who looked a bit older than the rest of us. We began greeting each other before class and after the third one he asked me to join him for coffee after class. I found out that his name was Tim, that he was in the MBA program and that he always took literature classes to discover new authors to read. We talked for two hours straight with no lulls at all. When he asked about me, I was sketchy about my life and what I was up to for obvious reasons. I had a really good time with him which led us to having coffee after our remaining classes. After about 6 classes he said, "I have a couple of tickets to the LA Philharmonic on Saturday night and was wondering if you'd like to go with me?" Wow! I was being asked out on a date! "Uh, yeah, uh, I'd like that that. I'll have to get that night off work, but that should be no problem. What time?" "If it's alright I'll pick you up at 5:30 and then take you to dinner before the concert." "Yeah, that would, be, uh great. Let me give you my address. I've never been to a classical concert, so what should I wear?" "An evening gown would be best." "Okay. I'll look forward to it." I walked to my car in a daze. As I drove home I decided I needed to talk to someone and get some advice, so I pulled over and called Robin. When she answered the phone I asked, "Are you at the studio because I really need to talk to you." "There's nothing wrong is there?" "No, I just need some advice on something that just came up." "Okay, I'm in my office at the studio. Come on over." I made a beeline for the Porn Parade studios and went directly to Robin's office. When I walked in she smiled up at me for a moment until she saw my face. "What's going on? You look like you just saw a ghost." I sat in a chair and said, "It's worse than that. A guy I've become friends with at school just asked me out on a date to see the LA Philharmonic on Saturday." "Okay...so you're going on a date." I laughed and said, "I have never been on a date before! Plus, I really like this guy, so I'm afraid he'll find out what I do and, oh fuck, why did I say yes!" Robin smiled at me and said, "Okay, take it easy. Is he taking you to dinner?" "Yeah. He also said I should wear an evening gown. I've never owned an evening gown!" "Alright, first things first. I'm going to call Robert and tell him you need the weekend off so we can get you a dress and shoes tomorrow and then Saturday I'll take you to salon and get your hair and nails done." She picked up the phone and put it on speaker when Robert answered. The two of the chatted for a couple of moments and then Robin said, "So, Suzy needs to get the weekend off because she's been asked out on a date." "Yeah, so?" Robert replied. "Yeah, it's the first date she's ever been on, so we need to make it special. Alright?" Robert chuckled and said, "Okay, fine. Tell her to have a good time." Next Robin called the salon she uses and made an appointment for me to have my hair and nails done on Saturday at 10am. With that finished she said, "I'll come fetch you tomorrow around 1 and will take you dress and shoe shopping. I know the perfect stores for you. So, does this guy know about your jobs?" "No, I've been pretty vague about what I do. He knows I work weekends, but he hasn't pressed me for details. Do you think I should tell him?" Robin thought for a few seconds and then said, "You should eventually, but wait until you see if things will go further. No sense blowing things up right away. Enjoy yourself for now." I thanked Robin for her help and being a friend and headed for home. Later I checked the LA Philharmonic website to see what pieces they were going to play. They were going to perform a Mozart symphony, a violin concerto by Bruch and Barber's Adagio for Strings. I wasn't familiar with either Bruch or Barber, but I had always liked the Mozart I had heard, so I was confident I'd like the performance. Robin and I decided on a navy blue satin evening dress and matching heels. Robin said I looked really good and very sexy. I asked her if I looked trashy because I didn't want to come off that way. She smiled and said, you'll look elegant and very attractive. Your date will be panting with desire when he sees you." On Saturday at the salon, Robin, the hairdresser and myself discussed how I should have my hair. When I moved to LA it was pretty short, but I had allowed it to grow over the years so it was down past my shoulders now. I didn't want it super short and I wanted to keep the ability to pull it into a pony tail, so we worked around those criteria. What we came up with was both elegant and practical. As far as my nails went, I wasn't a fan of the uber dark nail craze and traditional red and pinks wouldn't look good with my dress, so we went with a clear polish and a short trim. When I got home, I had several hours before Tim was due to pick me up. I was extremely nervous, so I looked at some of my investments for a while. That didn't last long, so I decided to call my Mom. We had made up and talked together at least once a week. If there was ever a time for a mother's love this was it! "Hey honey, what's up?" "Hey Mom, I just needed to talk to you. I have a date tonight with a guy from school. You're not going to believe this, but this will be the first date I've ever been on and I'm nervous as hell." "There's nothing to be nervous about. Dates are a means for people to get to know one another away from the day to day norm. Believe it or not, it's a chance to evaluate a future mate by observing their manners, tastes and feelings towards you and vice versa. Just relax and be yourself." "Okay, I guess what you say makes sense." "Does your date know your, um, vocation?" I chuckled and replied, "No, not yet. No sense scaring the poor guy off right away. If things develop in a positive way, I'll have to tell him, but not right now." "Well, when you do, be sure to tell him about how we treated you and how that influenced your decisions. That will help him understand your motivations. He may not like us after he hears your story, but we aren't the important ones here, you are." "Oh god, Mom, I don't want to throw you and Dad under the bus anymore." "Honey, we deserve it for being such fuck ups and for driving you to such an extreme reaction, so use it. I'm sure he will understand." I had to laugh and asked, "So Mom, such a colorful metaphor! I've never heard you use 'fuck' before." She laughed and said, "Sometimes you have to use words that fit the conversation. I learned that from you! Now relax and have fun tonight, okay?" "Thanks Mom, I will. I love you." "I love you too, honey." My conversation with my Mom calmed me down a lot, so I relaxed took a shower and got dressed. There wasn't much to getting dressed because we had decided that wearing underwear wasn't an option with this particular dress. When I had the dress and shoes on, I put on the pendant that was handed down by the women in my family. It stopped just shy of the modest amount of cleavage I was showing. Right at six my buzzer went off, so I buzzed Tim in and waited for him to knock on my door. When he knocked, I answered and was taken aback by the handsome visage in a tuxedo before me. I wasn't the only one staring as he looked at me with eyes wide. Finally, he broke the silence and said, "My god, Sue, you're beautiful. Er, I didn't mean that you aren't always beautiful because you are, but right now you are taking my breath away despite my rambling." I laughed and said, "I could say the same thing because you look incredibly handsome." We both laughed at ourselves for a moment and then he asked, "Are you ready?" I indicated I was and took the arm that was offered to me. I was led to a Rolls Royce limousine and as he helped me in he said that he hired it so that we could drink if we wanted to. As we rode I couldn't believe how quiet it was in the car. We made chit chat for a few minutes until I said, "I have a confession to make, this is the first date I have ever been on." "You're kidding! I would have thought that someone as pretty as you would have to beat men away with a stick. So, how did this happen?" "Well, when I lived in Chicago, my parents kept a tight rein on me and told me that the only thing boys wanted was to get into my panties. The experience of some of my classmates reaffirmed what my parents said, so I never took any of the requests from boys up. When we moved to LA in my senior year, I didn't make any friends, so kept to myself and studied. After high school I worked a lot, so didn't have the time. Oh, and thank you for the nice complement." Tim blushed a bit and said, "Well, you are very pretty and thank you for trusting me enough to go out with me. I promise to do nothing that will alter that trust." The ride downtown went quickly and soon we were pulling up to La Maison du Goût. A doorman opened our door as we pulled up to the front of the restaurant. I took Tim's arm as we walked in. The Maître d' greeted Tim by name and the two had a conversation in French for a couple of minutes and then we were led to a table in a corner. As we sat, the Maître d' put my napkin on my lap and then presented me with a menu and then did the same for Tim. They spoke again for a few seconds and then Tim asked, "Would you like some champagne?" I nodded and then the Maître d' left. Tim looked at me and said, "I apologize for talking with Maurice so much. It gives me a chance to use my French and he likes that I speak it." "You have nothing to apologize for. I was impressed that you spoke so fluently. Where did you learn it?" "We lived in France from the time I was two until I was eleven. Actually, French was my first language though my parents made sure I learned English as well." "Wow, did you like living in France? Where were you?" "We lived in Paris and I loved it. I had so many friends and the food was so good. Even the simplest thing like a ham and cheese sandwich there was so superior to anything we get here." "Have you kept in touch with any of your friends?" "There are three that I've stayed in touch with and visit whenever I'm there or when they come here." At this time the wine steward approached out table with a bucket and a couple of flutes. He showed the bottle to Tim who nodded his approval and then popped the cork and poured two glasses for us. When the steward left, Tim held his glass up and said, "Here's to your first date, I hope it's memorable one." We touched glasses and then sipped the wine. I had never had champagne before and had to say I loved my first experience. I looked at Tim and said, "If the evening keeps up like this, it will be very memorable. Thank you." I looked at the menu and didn't really understand any of it and I think Tim saw my confusion, so he said, "Would you trust me to order for us?" I nodded so he then asked, "Is there anything you don't like food wise or are you open to anything?" "I'll eat anything, so go ahead." Tim and the waiter bantered back and forth for a while and then the waiter left with a smile. When he left a couple of men swooped down on our table and began removing plates, glasses and utensils. We had a good time eating and talking. The food was marvelous with wonderful flavors I had never encountered. I wasn't much of a drinker and I didn't want to get drunk for the rest of the night, so I think we wasted quite a bit of wine because I only had the one glass of champagne and one glass of a Bordeaux that Tim ordered. I noticed that he didn't drink much either. When we had finished we were whisked a few blocks over to the Walt Disney Concert Hall, a very striking building with large swooping panels of stainless steel. When we got inside I was struck by how different the interior was to the exterior. There was lots of wood and muted red lights illuminating the stage. An usher showed us to our row and then directed us to the middle where our seats were. We were seated behind a small partition between about 5 rows of seats in front of us. I was guessing that these were pretty prime seats. The concert was fantastic and I especially like the Bruch violin concerto. The performer was a woman named Hilary Hahn who was, to my inexperienced ear, absolutely wonderful. When the concert had finished, I saw that she was signing autographs in the lobby, so I talked Tim into letting me get her signature. She was very personable and friendly and thanked me for the complement I paid her. After the concert we went to a bar and talked about the concert over drinks. Tim chuckled when I ordered a Coke. Finally, we headed for my place and when we arrived, he walked me to my door and kissed me good night. I thanked him for a magical evening. He asked if he could ask me out again and I told him I'd love it, but he had to keep in mind that I worked on Friday and Saturday nights. When I was in bed I thought about the whole night and had to admit to myself that it was the best time I had ever had and I looked forward to many more dates with Tim. The next day Robin called and asked me how it went and I told her it was wonderful and described the whole night to her. When I mentioned where we ate, she said, "That is the most exclusive restaurant in LA!" Later on, my Mom called and I went through the same conversation with her. As the year progressed I kept on dancing on weekends and would go on dates with Tim on Wednesday's, usually. During the last week of classes before I was going to graduate, Tim asked me out on a Wednesday evening. During the whole time we had been dating, he never once tried to have sex with me. I was more than willing, but I thought maybe he had some reasons not to. Anyway, after dinner we went for a walk on a beach and at one point he stopped, took both of my hands in his, looked me in the eye and said, "Sue, I have never felt about any woman like I feel about you. I've fallen in love with you and have to confess that I've kept a secret from you. You have probably figured out that I'm doing pretty well money wise, but the truth is I'm really rich, like billionaire rich. The reason I haven't said anything is because women either get scared by that or can't wait to get their fingers on the pot of gold. "During our time together, I've concluded that you are neither type, so I would like to ask you..." "Um, Tim before you go any further, I need to tell you that I've kept a secret from you as well and I'm afraid you won't like me too much when you hear it. The truth is, oh god." I began crying but continued, "The truth is that I'm a porn actress and my weekend job is dancing at the Pink Kitty strip club. My stage name is Suzy Sweet, if you want to see my work on line." He stood and stared at me gape mouthed and tried to talk a couple of times but nothing came out. I was afraid of what he was going to say, so I turned around and ran for the parking lot. There weren't any cabs around so I just started walking as I pondered my ruined life. I had fallen in love with Tim as well and I couldn't give a hang about his money. I walked and walked until it was quite late. I didn't want to go home so I called an Uber and had him take me to my parents place. It was around 11pm as I rang the doorbell. My Dad answered and when he saw my condition, he cried out, "Oh Sue, are you alright?" I burst out in tears again as my Mom came down the stairs, she pulled me into the house, hugged me and said, "There, there. Let's go up to your room and talk about it." She led me to my old bedroom that still looked the same as the day I left. We lay on the bed together as she continued to hold me while I cried. When my tears finally ebbed, she said, "Tell me what happened." "Oh Mom, Tim and I had had dinner and were walking on a beach when he stopped and began telling me how he loved me and how he had kept a secret from me. He told me he was very rich and was about to ask me to marry him. So, I stopped him, told him I had kept a secret from him as well and told him about my jobs. He just stared at me, so I began crying and ran away. Why am I such a fuck up?" I began crying again. My Mom held me tight through the night, even when I had fallen asleep. I called in sick to the club and spent the weekend at my parents place. My parents made up for all of their mistakes during that weekend as they helped me get past my trauma with Tim. By Sunday I was feeling better, plus I needed to get home so I could go to class on Monday. Once I got home I sat down to study because we had finals coming up. I had been studying for a couple of hours when my door buzzer went off. When I answered the intercom, it was Tim, "Hi Sue, can I come up please?" I buzzed him in and waited by my open door. He gave me a wan smile and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek as he passed me coming in. After I closed the door, I turned around as Tim asked, "Can we talk?" "Yeah, please have a seat. Would you like something to drink?" "Thank you. But no," he said as he sat. "I just want to apologize for being an idiot. It took incredible courage for you to tell me what you did and I responded like a total moron. In my defense I was a bit shocked, but that's no excuse to behave the way I did. I hope you will forgive me. "I ran after you after a few seconds, but you must run really fast because I couldn't find you anywhere. I came here, but you didn't answer the buzzer nor answer your phone. I hung out until 10 that night, but no lights came on in your apartment and you never showed up. I was really worried something may have happened to you and was going to contact the police if you didn't answer your door today. I want you to know that I love you no matter what jobs you have had, or still have for that matter. The only thing that matters to me is that you are safe and that I want to spend the rest of my life with you. So, will you marry me?" I sat on my bed stunned for a few seconds and mulled his proposal. I decided he needed to know exactly who he was marrying and how that may come back to bite him, so I said, "I love you too, Tim. I have never said those words to anyone but my parents. I think you are wonderful and I love being with you, but you have to consider how my past may come back to haunt you. "I've been making porn films for four years and have made dozens of them. I have had sex with men and women in multiple ways and often with multiple partners in multiple holes. I stripped at the Pink Kitty for the same amount of time. Eventually, someone will put two and two together and figure out your wife was/is a slut. Do you think you could handle that notoriety?" Tim stood up, walked over and sat down next to me on my bed and said, "Yes! As long as I'm with you I can handle anything, besides if things get too weird we can always go live somewhere else." He then reached into his pocket and grabbed a small box, got down on a knee at my feet, opened the box which held a beautiful diamond ring and said, "I ask again, will you marry me Susan Maguire?" I stared at Tim and the ring for a second or two and thought, 'He must love me to ask me three times even knowing about my life, or at least part of it.' I got on my knees facing him and said, "I would love to be your wife!" I then kissed him with all of the passion I was feeling that moment. To date, it was the single best experience of my life. We kissed for several minutes as we held each other tightly. Finally, when we broke the kiss, Tim pulled the ring from the box, took my left hand and placed it on my ring finger. "I have never been happier than I am at this moment." I agreed, because I was overjoyed as well. Finally, he said, "Now that we have that squared away we need to talk. Having kept secrets from one another nearly derailed our future happiness, so I suggest we go over to my place, which has more furniture, have dinner and talk as long as necessary. Bring a change of clothes because you are spending the night. We can go to school from there, okay? Oh, another thing...we won't be having sex until our wedding night." This last bit confused me and when Tim saw my confusion he said he would explain later. I grabbed some clothes to change into in the bathroom, threw some things in an overnight case and then went out to Tim's car. Now, I was expecting something really sporty, but was surprised when I saw an older Chevy Malibu. Again, he said he would explain later. As we drove neither of us said much. I was trying to get my timeline correct in my head and to make sure I told him everything. His place turned out to be the penthouse in a high rise condo downtown. When we entered we were greeted by a gentleman who Tim introduced as Nelson, his valet. "Nelson, this is my fiancé Susan Maguire." Nelson offered his congratulations to both of us and then took my bag from Tim and said it would be in the gray room. Tim ushered me into the living room and said, "Make yourself at home. The bathroom is down that hall and is the first door on the left," as he pointed. Nelson returned a few moments later and asked, "Would either of you care for a beverage?" I told him a Coke or Pepsi would be nice and Tim said he'd like the same. When we had our drinks, Tim said, "Nelson, Sue and I have a lot of sensitive things to discuss and I'm sure she would appreciate it if it was only the two of us. I hope you understand." "I do sir. I will retire to my room and read. Call me if you need anything." When Nelson had left, I took a sip of my drink and said, "May I go first? I have a lot to tell you." Tim said to go ahead, so I began: "So, four and a half years ago I had just finished my junior year in high school. I was popular, got good grades and was a good girl. I was looking forward to my senior year with all of the fun attached to that time of our lives. However, my Dad took a promotion with his company which required us to move to LA. I was devastated by the timing and begged my parents to allow me to stay behind and finish school with my friends. My parents refused saying that they wanted me close to them not half a continent away. "I now know I was a brat, but at the time I was very, very angry with my parents. To compound things, they both worked long hours so I never saw them, which pissed me off even more. They even missed my 18th birthday by two weeks! I thought going to school would improve my life because I could make some friends, but that was a bust as well, so I concentrated on studying and trying to plot out my revenge on my parents. "I discovered how I would get my revenge in the pages of the LA Barb, the alternative newspaper. There were a number of ads for porn studios looking for actresses which gave me the idea of selling my virginity to the highest bidder. I sent my proposal to quite a few places and, in the end, made a deal with Porn Parade for $200,000 for 2 scenes. The first I would give my first blowjob and lose my virginity and the second I would lose my anal virginity. We started shooting after I graduated from high school, a date my parents missed again by two weeks. What better revenge on one's parents than to do X-rated porn? "The scenes went very well. I did them both with the same actor who was very kind and made sure I had the best experience possible. I discovered I love having sex! I mean, I really, really like it! All of it! Once the pain went away I loved getting fucked for the first time, I loved sucking his cock and I really loved anal sex. "That summer I went on to make 7 more videos doing things for the first time. I had my first double penetrations, sex with a black man, sex with a woman, gangbangs and an orgy. I have to tell you I loved it all! As a matter of fact, I want to give you the DVD of that first summer called Suzy Sweet's Firsts." I pulled the case out of my handbag and handed it to him. He thanked me and then invited me to continue. "Since I was shooting only one day a week, I decided I needed to do something else with my time. One of the producers suggested working at the Pink Kitty Klub as a stripper in order to make extra money and to promote my work at Porn Parade. She said they didn't do lap dances and that sort of thing and that the clientele was more affluent lawyers and business men. By the end of the summer I had made nearly $300,000! "Just before I started school that Fall, my father happened to be in the club. I shocked him by squatting in front of him totally naked saying 'Hi Dad'. We had coffee when the club closed and I told him what shitty parents he and my mother were. After school had started my Mom came to my apartment and apologized profusely for being a shitty parent, which started our healing process. I have to say that we are now as close as we ever were. When I told my Mom I had that first date with you, she told me to throw them under the bus when knowledge of my work came to light. "Anyway, that's about it. I didn't mean to lead you on or freak you out, I just thought I would confess once I knew our relationship was developing into something special. Please forgive me." Tim stood up, kneeled in front of me, pulled me into a hug and said, "There's nothing to forgive. I completely understand why you didn't say anything earlier because I was in the same boat. Why don't we take a break and then I will tell you my story." I went to the toilet and smiled to myself knowing that Tim was the best of the best and that I loved him even more now. I grabbed another Coke and then settled back into the living room where Tim shared his story: "As I told you the other night, I'm very wealthy. When I was younger I was very arrogant and full of myself. I used my position and power to have sex with many women never spending more than one night with any of them. I drove fast cars and partied all of the time. My life style was becoming destructive, but I ignored the signs and kept it up until I nearly died in a car accident while I was drunk. As I lay in the hospital I fretted about how I could have killed some poor innocent person while behaving so immaturely. "When I had recovered, I went back to France for a year and got my head on straight with my friends. They were an enormous help and I can't wait for you to meet them. Anyway, when I returned to LA I started dating a movie star named Elizabeth Meyers. She was beautiful and charming and turned out to have my money in her sights. From day one when we began dating, she conducted a clandestine affair with one of her co-stars on a TV show. I found out she planned to marry me and then dump me for as much money as she could get. "I was devastated when I found out what was going on. But this time, I decided to go back to school and submerge myself in my studies and working at my father's company. It worked and I got my head screwed on right. I dated a few women, but they were either scared of my money or liked the money more than me. "And then I met you. God, the first time I sat next to you in class I was infatuated but decided to play it cool. When we started having coffee together after class, I just fell deeper and deeper in love. I wanted to take things nice and slowly because I didn't want to blow it. I thought I'd let you see that I was doing okay moneywise on that first date, but not enough to scare you off. I couldn't believe it was the first date you had ever been on. I assumed that you were a virgin and wanted to wait until you were married to have sex, so I decided I would respect that and put absolutely no pressure on you for sex. "When I was in the middle of proposing to you on the beach and you told me of your work, I'll admit I was shocked. Not so much by knowing that you had sex for a job, but more that you didn't come close to appearing like my assumption of what pornstar was. My inability to talk probably sent you a signal that I was disgusted, but that wasn't the case. I was just surprised. "There are two more things to tell you. First, I saw you perform at the Pink Kitty that first summer you danced. A guy in our office was getting married, so we had his bachelor party there. I think you wore a really skimpy bikini and a see-through shirt over it. I remember because you were the best of the lot as far as I could tell, but then again, I was pretty drunk. The second thing is that I want to wait until our wedding night to have sex for the first time so that you don't feel pressured." It was my turn to walk over to Tim and hug him. "I'm sorry you had such rotten luck with the women in your life and I promise I won't be one of them if you still want to marry me after my story. To be honest, I don't really care about your money. I'm probably worth a little more than $750,000 with my investments and what not and you see how I live. The apartment I live in is the first one I took when I left my parent's place and the car I bought at the same time. I'm quite happy living a simple life. "One thing I won't do is wait until we get married to make love. I have fucked many times, but I have never made love with a person I love and I don't want to wait. I love you Tim, let's go to bed!" I pulled him up to his feet and told him to lead the way to his bedroom. His room was very large and had a large bed in it with the usual dressers and chairs. I noticed a bathroom so I said, "Why don't we take a shower first." The shower was large with multiple spray heads and when Tim turned the water on it got instantly hot. As I stripped my clothes off, which consisted of just my shirt and shorts, Tim stared with obvious admiration. "My god, you are so beautiful." He said as I stood before him in my nakedness. He stripped quickly as well. I admired his athletic build and muscle tone. When his shorts came off, his cock was erect and ready for action and I have to say it was a thing of beauty. I was never what they call a size queen because, frankly, the really large cocks I took in some of my scenes hurt because they were too big. But looking at Tim I had to smile because I was having a Goldilocks moment thinking, 'He's just right' about the size of Jake the guy I was with in my first scene. As we got into the shower I pulled Tim into a hug and kissed him passionately, enjoying the feel of his wet skin against mine. I liked that he didn't have a lot of body hair as our bodies slid against each other. We lathered each other up and thoroughly scrubbed one another and rinsed off. Next Tim began shampooing my hair. I don't know why, but I loved the feeling of him massaging shampoo into my scalp. When the shampoo had been rinsed away, I sank to my knees and took Tim's cock in my mouth and began to give, what I hoped would be, the best blowjob of his life. I took his circumcised member deep in my mouth working my tongue around the head of his cock as I sucked and worked him in and out. I would look up periodically to see his reaction and saw that his eyes were closed and his mouth was open as if he was saying 'ahhh'. After a few minutes I could tell he was getting close, so being the good porn star that I am, I pulled on his ass and took all of him in my mouth and throat. I looked up at him and saw that he was looking at me with eyes wide in surprise. I pulled back and pulled him back in several times until he cried out, "OH GOD! I'M CUMMMING!" I pulled back just in time to feel his first pulse jettison his semen into my mouth. I swallowed his first shot easily and continued swallowing until I had every last drop. When I stood up, Tim pulled me into a crushing hug and kissed me hard with lots of tongue. When he broke the kiss, he held me at arm's length, smiled and said, "My god, that was incredible! I'm going to love being married to a porn star and sex goddess!" I couldn't help it and started laughing. At that moment I knew that my porn days were not an issue to the man I loved. When we got out of the shower I wrapped my hair in a towel and then dried my body off. As soon as Tim was mostly dry, he picked me up easily and carried me to his bed. He laid me down gently and told me to scoot to the middle. He followed me and when I stopped, he pulled my legs apart and buried his face into my pussy. He licked, lapped, nibbled, bit, sucked and generally made love to my pussy with his mouth. When he had brought me to my first climax, he sunk a couple of fingers in me and began stroking my G-spot causing me to cum a couple of more times. He looked up at me at one point and said, "I've never gone down on a shaved pussy before, but I have to say I love it! Will you always keep it bald please?" I laughed and said, "I had laser treatments, so it will always be bald for you." He smiled and dove back in like a child with his favorite ice cream. After a while, I just wanted him in me, so I said, "Tim, my love, make love to me now. I want to feel you in me!" When he sank into me, we both let out moans of pleasure. God, he felt just perfect! He was propped up on his arms like in porn films so the cameras can get good penetration shots. But I wanted him to lay on me so I could feel his entire body, kiss him and nuzzle into his neck. So, I pulled his head down to kiss me as I said, lay on me while we make love, please. He did as I asked and I had the most sublime experience of my life. He was indefatigable as he made love to me the way I had always dreamed of. I orgasmed several times before Tim let loose deep within me. We were both breathing hard as I held him tight against me with him still impaling me with his slowly softening penis. When our breathing had moderated, I whispered in his ear, "I love you so much, Tim." I could feel him smile as he said, "I love you too, Sue." We cuddled in bed and talked for quite a while. I told Tim I didn't really want a big wedding and he said he didn't either, just our parents and a few select friends. I chuckled and said the only friends I have are porn stars and strippers. He laughed and said that they would bring a little color to the proceedings. After a while Tim said, "What would you think about getting married in Paris? We could fly over with our parents in my jet and get married there with my friends in attendance." I sat up, looked at him and asked, "You have a jet? One big enough to fly to Europe?" He laughed and said, "Actually, I have two jets. A 767 and a Gulfstream. I think we'd take the 67 to Paris because it would be more comfortable. So, what do you think?" I pondered for a bit, or at least looked like I was mulling things over, then smiled and said, "I would love to get married in Paris. It sounds really romantic. Now the only question that remains is when? For me the sooner the better, though I will need to get a passport. Oh, and another thing...we need a prenuptial agreement. I know we don't plan on getting divorced or anything, but it's the right thing for you to do and for me as well." Tim looked at me gob smacked and then said, "I know my father would insist on one, but I didn't want to embarrass you by asking for one." I laughed and said, "After hearing your story that was one of the first things I thought about. You can tease your Dad by saying that I insisted because I wanted to protect my assets!" We made love a couple of more times that night and each time was better than the next. We got so little sleep that we decided to blow off classes that day. Tim called his French friends and told them of our engagement and our desire to married in Paris. They talked at length until Tim turned to me and asked, "Instead of getting married in Paris would you consider doing it in a chateau in the Loire Valley?" My confusion was apparent, so he told his friend he would call back in a few minutes. Tim opened his notebook and pulled up a bunch of pictures of the chateau in question. It was not only incredible but humongous! It sat by itself with a forest behind a garden with an incredibly ornate set of hedges, in front of it was acres and acres of vineyards. I had to smile because it looked like something out of a fairy story, so I told Tim, "Yeah, that would be marvelous." I called my Mom to tell her the good news and that we planned on having the ceremony in France at a chateau. I told her we hadn't set a date yet, but that it would be fairly soon once we got our ducks all in a row. She was crying as she told me how happy she was for me. Next, I called Robin at the porn studio and told her of my engagement and how I was going to retire from porn. I also told her that she should expect and invitation to our wedding which would be in France, so if she didn't have a passport she should get one sooner rather than later. Lastly, I called Robert at the Pink Kitty and told him I could no longer dance and why. He was very gracious, congratulated me and told me that if I ever got the bug to dance that I was always welcome in his place. When Tim and I sat down after making all of our calls, we sat down together and discussed what we had been doing. He said, "Okay, my friends and I have decided on the 15th of July for a wedding date, if that works for you. It happens to be a national holiday in France being Bastille Day. They said they would take care of all of the arrangements and any guests will be welcome to stay as long as they would like at the chateau." "Yeah, that would be great," I replied. "I think I will ask my friend Robin from Porn Parade to be my maid of honor, if you don't mind. She was very kind to me and helped me through several crises." Tim, being the sweet man that he is said, "I have no problems with anything you want. It sounds as though she was a good friend and good friends should be rewarded." I kissed him and told him I loved him. The next month was a whirlwind of activity. I applied for an expedited passport, took my final exams and graduated with honors and worked on wedding arrangements. I had notified Robin that she was my choice as maid of honor, which she was thrilled about and doubly so when she heard she would get a free trip to France. We had decided that we would arrive in France a week before our nuptials in order to feel acclimated. We had everything arranged, so with two weeks to go Tim and I were finally able to relax. One evening we went to see a baseball game with the dodgers playing the Cubs. I had always been a Cubs fan and Tim a Dodgers fan so we made a bet on the game with the loser having to do anything the winner wanted the next day for all 24 hours. The Cubs won 10-3! I had, by this time, moved in with Tim and had established an excellent rapport with Nelson. I told him about our bet that night and how I had won and that he should take the entire next day off unless he wanted to be embarrassed by our actions. He took the hint and said he would visit his mother in San Diego. The next morning, I got up first and made preparations for breakfast. When Tim got up he asked why I was making breakfast and I told him how I had given Nelson the day off. I then told him I wanted him naked all day when we were at home. He stripped himself with a smile and then we ate the breakfast I had made. I think he was expecting to have sex all day, but I quashed those thoughts when I told him we were going to Disneyland. Despite having lived in LA for close to 5 years, I had never been to Disneyland, so we made a day of it. We both had a great time on the rides and walking around taking everything in. On our way home, I told him we should pickup some Chinese carryout. We each ordered a couple of our favorites and then headed for home when we got our order. When we walked in the door, I told Tim to strip again and then we ate our dinner. After dinner, I told Tim to take a shower in the master bath and that I would take a shower in the guest bath and that we would meet in the living room when we had finished. When Tim had left to shower, I remained behind for a few minutes in order to cue up a DVD for us to watch. I then retired to my assigned bathroom and cleaned up for the rest of our evening. When I got to the living room, Tim was waiting for me as I entered naked as well, which caused him to smile. I stood in the middle of the room and said, "We're going to watch a movie, so how about we make some popcorn and open a nice bottle of white wine?" He thought that would be a good idea, so he fetch a bottle of wine while I made the popcorn. When we had everything ready, we sat down and I said, "I hope you like my choice of movie tonight. I know most guys don't like romantic movies, so I chose one that's more appealing to men." "I'm sure I will like anything you chose." He then reached his wine glass over, touched it to mine and took a healthy sip. I smiled and sipped then said, I'm pretty sure you'll like it." I started the DVD which instantly got Tim's attention when he saw me standing there naked answering Robin's questions. Tim looked at me for a second with wide eyes, which made me smile and then back to the screen as he drained his wine glass. When he saw me go down on Jake, he looked at me again before watching the screen again. I could see that he was quite hard which caused me to smile. When Jake had pulled me up, I asked Tim, "So, what do you think of my movie selection?" Tim's mouth moved but didn't make any sounds and then he turned his attention back to the screen. By this time Jake was plowing into my pussy. I had never watched my DVD's before now. It wasn't because I was ashamed or anything, it was because I didn't have a TV and DVD player. I guess I could have watched them on my laptop, but the thought never crossed my mind. While watching with Tim, I thought the scene looked pretty hot. I was remembering how I felt at the time and how much I enjoyed what we were doing. It then dawned on me that this may be disturbing to Tim, watching his fiancé having sex with another man. He was watching with rapt attention, so I whispered, "If this upsets you we can turn it off." He looked at me quickly and said, "No, it's okay." He then turned his attention back to the TV. I thought to myself, 'I hope this means he's okay watching this.' I then turned my attention back to the screen. At this time, I was on my hands and knees while Jake was lubing his cock just before he put it in my ass. Again, I remembered what I was going through and how great the whole experience was. When Jake penetrated me on the screen, my hand dove into my pussy as I watched. I looked over at Tim and saw that he was now stroking himself. That was a pretty good sign that he was liking what he saw, so I decided I would help him out. I pulled his hand away and then took his cock in my mouth and began giving him the best blowjob I knew how to give. Tim had put his hands on my head but was pushing on me. I decided I wanted him to so I lifted off his cock and said, "Tim, make me do what you want! Push my head so I take you all the way!" He did as he was told and buried his cock in my throat. I decided I kind of missed being used like I often was in porn scenes, so as I fucked my face on Tim I rubbed my clit until I came just moments before he did. I swallowed all of his spunk and then sat up and looked at him to see how he was doing. I didn't have to worry because the first thing out of his mouth was, "Fuck! That was awesome! Can I, you know, uh, well, have anal sex with you?" I smiled and said, "I was hoping the video would inspire you! God yes! I want you to fuck my ass until I'm screaming for mercy!" I guess the idea inspired him, because he was hard again (or maybe he never went soft?). Anyway, I had cleaned myself out while I took my shower and had planted a bottle of lube behind a pillow on the couch. I grabbed the bottle, turned around and faced the back of the couch while on my knees, poured some lube in my hand, handed the bottle to Tim and said, "Lube up your beautiful cock and then fuck my ass!" I lubed myself up while he got his dick slick and then he got behind me and began working himself into my derriere. It had been a while since I had had anal sex and was thinking how much I missed it as Tim impaled me. I was getting impatient, so I began moving forward and backwards fucking myself on him. "FUCK ME HARDER, TIM! FUCK ME HARDER!" I begged my lover. God, it felt good! Tim did as I asked and began pounding into me bringing a smile to my face. I dropped my right hand to my dripping pussy and began roughly rubbing my clit and within moments had a huge orgasm. Tim was still going strong as he battered my behind like a madman. I was pleasantly surprised that he hadn't cum yet as he pounded away. All of a sudden, however, he cried out, "I'M CUMMING SUZY!" pulled me hard onto his cock as stream after stream of his seminal fluid gushed forth into my colon. This pushed me over the edge once again as I buried four fingers deep into my vagina and came hard once again. I collapsed on the back of the couch while still on my knees with Tim draped on top of me. We were both panting hard as we gasped for air with Tim still buried in my rectum for a couple of minutes until Tim pulled out of me. He scooped me up in his arms and carried me to our bedroom and the attached bathroom while kissing me the whole time. He set me down as he started the water and when it was the temperature he wanted, he pulled me in with him and then pulled me into a hug and kissed me deeply. When he broke the kiss, he looked into my eyes and said, "I had been afraid to watch your DVD because I was afraid I would get insanely jealous, but the opposite was true. You looked so hot while that guy was fucking you and then it dawned on me I was the guy that would get to do that with you forever! I love you so much and am so happy you are in my life." "I'm glad you're in my life as well! I hope I didn't freak you out. I love it when we make love, but I had missed just getting a good old fashioned hard fucking and I really like anal sex." Tim chuckled and said, "I had never had anal sex before now, but now I can say that anytime you want it, I'll give it to you!" The days and weeks sped by until it was time to head to France for our wedding. My parents, Tim's parents and Robin joined us on the flight over the water and I have to say we all had a good time. We arrived in Paris first and spent several days there and then a few days before our wedding drove south to the chateau. Pictures didn't do the place justice once I saw it with my own eyes! The place was incredible! Additionally, Tim's childhood friends were the warmest, most accepting people I had ever met and I looked forward to a lifelong friendship with all of them. The wedding went off without a hitch and now Tim and I were on our honeymoon. A couple of days into our post-wedding trip, Tim suggested that I tell my interesting story. So, here we are, full circle. What started out as an adolescent trauma has turned into a fairy tale for me. I love my husband, my parents and my life!

Spanked at the Office Sandy was a newlywed; she and her husband Jeff had married just 7 months earlier. Their marriage had been a dream come true so far. Just after they were engaged, Sandy had found a good paying job as a secretary in a small office. With their combined incomes they were able to buy the house of their dreams. But it took nearly every penny they had. They cut every expense they could to have this house. Cutting coupons, shopping only on double coupon day, packing lunches and eating dinners at home instead of going out. Both knew that in a few years everything would be fine, but for now they had to watch each penny. It was worth it to have their dream. Anyone who knew Sandy would describe her as “cute”, not gorgeous, not attractive although she was, just “cute”. This was probably because of her petite size and figure. Barely 5 foot tall and 100 pounds she looked several years younger than the 20 she had just turned. She had a firm athletic figure with small tits, and a tight ass. Sandy had been raised in a very conservative religious family. She had rarely dated before she was engaged and was proud that she had gone to the altar a virgin. Now that she was married, she enjoyed sexual relations, but she always felt somewhat awkward. She and her husband didn’t experiment much. But Sandy was happy. She was married to a decent guy, had a good job and a perfect new home. It was everything she had wanted in life. Sandy was good at her job and she really enjoyed it. She did; however, have one significant shortcoming at work—she was always running late. No matter how early she set her alarm, what time she moved her clocks ahead to, she was always late. And that is what got her into trouble at work. Finally one morning when Sandy was nearly a half hour late, her boss had enough. Dan called Sandy into his office and proceeded to fire her, “Sandy, I’ve told you a dozen times or more in the last month I need you to be here by 8am. Each time you say you will try harder and it won’t happen again. But I can’t remember the last time you were here on time. I’m afraid I just have to let you go.” “Please, there must be something. I promise, I’ll never be late again.” Dan replied, “You have said that before, but it hasn’t helped” Sandy sobbed, “But I can’t lose this job. We will lose our house, my husband will hate me, and I’ll be so embarrassed….” The sobbing and the begging of this young woman have a profound affect on Dan. He really feels sorry for her. But he doesn’t know what to do. For several minutes he just listens to her sobbing. Finally he offers, “If you can think of some plan that assures that you are here on time each day, then maybe I can give you another chance.” Sandy has a hopeful smile through her sobs. “Really, like what kind of plan?” Dan, “I am out of ideas, you need to come up with one. I will give you until lunchtime to give me a good plan. If this plan doesn’t work, I won’t hesitate again to fire you. And you can’t expect any good references with your tardiness. Noon, my office, with a plan. And it better be a good one.” Sandy went back to her desk. She was relieved that she still had the job, but she was terrified that she still might lose it. The thought of losing her job, and then her home, and then probably her husband too was just too much. Her dream life was shattering before her eyes. She started writing down ideas. I’ll come in at 7:30 every morning; if I’m late I’ll still be on time for 8:00. I’ll work extra for each minute I’m late, twice as long extra as I am late. You can dock my pay 1% for each minute late that I am. But she realized that none of these would really work. She would still be late. She felt so helpless. Like a kid. It was nearly noon, and she didn’t have a single useful idea. Then a strange idea struck her. Her dad used to spank her when she disobeyed, which wasn’t often since she hated and feared those spankings so much. She had been 16 the last time her father had spanked her. She thought she was way too old for a spanking, but her father was strict and old fashioned. “As long as you live under my roof, you will abide by my rules or suffer my choice of punishments,” he had said. And she could still remember that punishment clearly. She had to lower her panties to her knees, lift her skirt up her back and bend over a dining room chair. Her dad used his belt. 20 lashes across her bare bottom and the tops of her thighs. She had welts for 3 days afterwards. After that Sandy didn’t even think about sneaking out on date again. That was it, she feared being spanked enough that she knew she could make it to work on time. She was so excited that she might have a plan for keeping her job, that the embarrassment of explaining it to her boss didn’t even cross her mind until after she started to tell him in his office. Sandy had burst into Dan’s office at ten minutes till twelve exclaiming, “I have it. I know what will work.” Dan answered inquisitively, “Yes?” “Spank me if I’m late” Sandy blurted, before it struck her what an odd thing she had just said. “Spank you?” Dan responded. Somewhat sheepishly Sandy added, “Yes. I mean if you don’t mind. I know it sounds weird. But it always worked when my dad. I mean I don't know anything else that would. I’m sorry that sounded way too strange. I guess I don’t have an idea. I’m sorry. I was desperate for anything that might work. And all I could think of was,..just forget I said anything please. I’m so embarrassed. I’ll just go pack my things.” Dan was intrigued. He wasn’t into anything kinky, but the thought of having any excuse to touch that firm young a was really exciting. He often fantasized about Sandy when he was with his wife. A chance like this might never happen again in his life. He could hardly speak when he suggested quietly, “Do you think it would work?” Sandy pondered her answer briefly, she was embarrassed, but the thought of a spanking from her boss was less embarrassing than losing everything she had dreamed for. She spoke shyly, “I really think it would.” “OK”, Dan answered, “I am willing to try it. I want you to write a letter of agreement explaining that you have requested to be spanked in response to your frequent tardiness. The note should say that the idea was entirely your own and that you have agreed to the spankings with no coercion on my part. When you have completed the letter, please return to my office with a signed copy and then you will receive your first spanking, for the minutes your were late today.” Sandy left and typed the note into her computer. She printed it and left it sitting on her desk. She sensed that signing the note would open a new chapter in her life. Finally Dan came to her desk, “Is there a problem? I thought you would be bringing a note to my office.” Sandy picked up the note and followed Dan to his office. Dan told Sandy to bend over and touch her toes. He admired the view that her tight khaki slacks provided. He was sure he could see the outlines of her pussy lips clearly through the thin material. Dan announced that it would be one swat for each of the 27 minutes late Sandy had been that morning. He proceeded to use his bare hand against the thin material stretched across Sandy’s bottom. He let his hand linger along her bottom for a brief moment after each swat. Sandy noticed the brief lingering, but didn’t think too much about, mostly she was relieved that it didn’t hurt as bad as the spankings that her dad gave her. She also noticed that it excited her a little bit. She was appalled that another man touching her could have any affect on her, but quickly dismissed it as just her imagination and guilt over suggesting the spanking. Dan told her to return to her desk. He didn’t leave his office the rest of the day. The next day Sandy was on time. But by Wednesday she was late again, this time only about ten minutes. Dan met her at the door, “I guess it was too much to hope that a little spanking would help.” Sandy interrupted, “You called that a spanking, those were barely taps. A real spanking might have done some good.” As the words left her mouth, she couldn’t believe that she had said it. Neither could Dan. He asked her to explain her idea of a real spanking. Sandy hesitated before she answered, but what choices did she have at this point. “Well first any rally spanking has to be on the bare bottom. And swats with the hand aren’t anything. My dad always used a leather belt or a thin switch. Each stroke left a mark.” Dan was excited just listening. He instructed her to go to his office and prepare herself for the spanking; he would follow her in after 5 minutes. When Dan entered the office, Sandy had her jeans off and folded neatly on his desk. Her panties were pulled down around her calves and she was bending over the back of his chair, grabbing hold of the armrests. Dan could hardly believe his eyes. Sandy’s beautiful ass was spread just enough that he could clearly see her pussy, that was barely hidden by her wispy blonde hairs. Spanking her was not the first thing on his mind. “Help me understand,” he said. “The swats with the hand are the warm-up.” Sandy whispered,“Yes.” Dan proceeded to spank her vigorously with his hand, making sure to direct extra attention deep between her thighs. Several times he let his fingertips brush against her cunt. Her entire bottom was quickly aglow. As he stood back to admire his handiwork, it seemed that her vulva were swollen, maybe even damp. But he was sure that he was just projecting his own arousal to her. He was getting a little angry that he couldn’t just fuck her, so he took out his anger with his belt. “You were 12 minutes late today, I expect you to count off each stroke with the belt.” Dan took careful aim, crisscrossing the strokes for the greatest pain. After the 12th stroke, Sandy started to get up. “Not so fast”, said Dan. “You still have 27 real strokes to go from Monday.” Sandy gasped. These strokes hurt. Worse than she remembered. And what if her husband saw the marks, how would she explain them. Dan tried to aim a few strokes of the belt to land deep between her thighs, one landed perfectly with the end of the belt snapping squarely on Sandy’s cunt. She let out a small scream and stood up. “Since you didn’t count that one, we will have to do it over” said Dan. When it was done, Sandy had 41 strokes with the belt across her ass and upper thighs. Dan stayed in his office to watch her dress and return gingerly to her desk. Sandy sat at her desk the rest of the day, but she didn’t get much work done. And it wasn’t because she hurt so badly. Instead she sat at her desk pondering how strangely aroused she was. She kept shifting in her seat trying to put gentle pressure on her clit. She was so horny. It wasn’t that she liked the pain; at least she didn’t think so. It was probably just the unexpected events. The more Sandy thought about it, the less she understood her body’s reaction. She wasn’t really sure why, but she was certain it was the horniest she had ever been. The next morning Sandy made several fateful decisions. As she was getting dressed, she decided to dress a bit more provocatively that day. She picked an outfit with a short, thin skirt and a tight sweater. Then a push-up bra to set the sweater off nicely. Even though she had left home with plenty of time to arrive early to work, she chose to drive around the block several time and come in late. She didn’t want anything that hurt nearly as bad as yesterday, her bottom was too sore to wish for that even if she did want it. But she needed to know if it would have the same affect on her again. She came in 8 minutes late. Dan was waiting for her, and quite happy that she was late again so soon. He had hardly even slept last night, all he could think about was when he might get another chance to spank her. He had even stopped at the home improvement store to buy a thin, flexible dowel just in case he would have the chance to use it. And he would, much sooner than he had allowed himself to hope. If only she had been later, so he could use it longer. Dan directed her into his office. He knew that now he was clearly in charge. He instructed Sandy to get all the way undressed. She paused slightly at this demand, but she was so caught up in her own excitement that she didn’t resist in the least. She undressed and folded her clothes neatly onto Dan’s desk. Dan surprised her by telling her to stand there while he described the office rules from now on. First there would be a new dress code. Dan starts to name a list of acceptable clothing: • No panties or bras • Business suit with garter and stockings • Leather mini-skirt • White blouse, short plaid skirt, knee socks • Cheerleader • Short thin plain sun dress • Scout uniform • French maid After Dan listed the acceptable clothing, he told Sandy that she would have two choices. She could either arrive at work already dressed for the day, or she could arrive sufficiently early to change in his office and still be ready to start on time. If Dan did not think that the clothing Sandy selected was acceptable, she would be sent home to change and would be considered late, based on her arrival time in acceptable clothing. She would be disciplined in accordance with her tardiness. Dan also told Sandy that, starting with this spanking, all future punishments would be videotaped for his legal protection so that any observer could clearly see that the punishments were reasonable and un-coerced. Dan set up the video camera on a tripod, and then instructed Sandy to bend over the chair. After she was bent over, he demanded that she spread her legs so that he feet were wider than the legs of the chair. With the camera almost directly behind her, Sandy felt totally exposed. Dan took his time. First he said he wanted to “examine the damage from yesterday.” He looked closely, running his finger along several of the prominent welts, especially those on her upper thigh. Then he grabbed each of her ass cheeks and spread her apart even wider to complete the examination. Sandy’s swelling and dampness were clear. So was Dan’s throbbing erection. Dan started the eight strokes. Slowly, with a long pause between each one. When he finished, he told Sandy that she could put the skirt back on, but that none of the other clothes were acceptable so they would just stay in his desk. She spent the rest of the day working in just her skirt. And all day it seemed that Dan had more reasons than usually to come to her desk or call her into his office. Sandy was shocked at these developments; it made her feel like a whore. She thought about protesting, but she needed the job way too much and, by this point, any fight left in her was already gone. She didn’t want her husband to notice what she would be wearing to work. So she decided that, despite the embarrassment of changing her clothes with her boss watching each morning and afternoon, it would be much better than trying to explain her sudden change in clothes style to her husband. The next two days were rather uneventful; she arrived to work early, changed and went about her day. Her boss didn’t have any meetings in the office, so no one could notice her new “styles.” As she was leaving the second day, she noted that she would not be so lucky tomorrow. Dan had several meetings scheduled at the office that day. Sandy was slow getting ready the next day. With the thought of several people coming to the office, she couldn’t decide what would be the best outfit to wear. She finally decided that the “schoolgirl” look wouldn’t be too awful, but by the time she had decided, she was nearly 10 minutes late. Worse yet, when she arrived at the office, with a change of clothes in her gym bag, Dan’s meeting had already started…in his office. Two of the company’s sales reps were meeting with Dan. Sandy stood nervously at the door. The younger sales rep, Joe, was Sandy’s age. He was single and had just graduated from college and had an all-American type look. Sandy always thought he was sort of cute. The older sales rep, Brent, was an athletic black man in his early 40’s. Sandy didn’t know him that well, it wasn’t that she was a racist, but she had never spent much time around blacks growing up. Dan let her stand at the door for at least a minute or two. Sandy was clearly nervous as she shifted from foot to foot. Dan invited her into the office and asked her what was wrong. Sandy replied, “Nothing, really.” “Then would you like to tell us why you have been standing at the door Sandy”? “You know…” she said. “I’m not sure, please tell us all Sandy.” Describing the arrangement in front of other people was the worst thing that Sandy had ever experienced in her life. She stammered, in almost a whisper, “Well, you see, I have this problem. I’m, like, always running a little late. And Dan was getting really upset with this problem; he even said he might fire me if I couldn’t change my ways. So then he, well not really, it was my idea, anyhow, I asked him to spank me whenever I was late to teach me a lesson. And he has been and I’ve been doing better. And he also makes me wear different clothes at the office and well each morning I change clothes in here, but you are all in here. And…” “Each minute you wait to change, will just add to your punishment, and our sales meeting could go all day,” Dan added. Sandy reluctantly started to change. When she tried to hide herself somewhat from the three men, Dan insisted that she step closer and face them. She tried her best to maintain her modesty, changing her shirt first, so that it’s length would partial cover her pubic area while she changed into her skirt. She thought that she must know a little how strippers feel, as all three men stared closely at her. Just as she turned to leave, Dan spoke, “you still need to be spanked, now that you are finally ready it is 23 minutes late. Since you kept each of us waiting, I think all three of us will spank you. Joe I will let you go first. Select any implement you want from the desk drawer, tell Sandy what position you want her to assume for the spanking and proceed to give her 23 strokes.” Joe selected the paddle and told Sandy to bend over his knee. Before the punishment began, Sandy could feel Joe’s throbbing erection. She decided that it might be fun to see just how aroused she could get him by squirming on his lap during the spanking, With a little luck she could get her pussy right against him. Her plan worked, she barely felt the spanking, she was so intent on the positioning of her squirming. Besides, Joe was enthusiastic, but he didn’t particularly spank hard. After Joe finished, Sandy smiled to herself thinking that his case of blue balls would probably hurt more than her bottom. That thought would soon vanish when Brent took over. Brent selected a birch switch. He started by having Sandy spread her legs slightly and touch her toes. The thought of punishing and dominating a white woman really excited Brent, and he applied the switch with great power and aim. Each stroke crossing slightly over a previous one. After about 8 or 9 strokes, he said, “I haven’t been counting, have you” Sandy replied that no she hadn’t been. “OK then I guess we can start counting now, One..” Sandy protested that this wasn’t fair. Brent told her to stand up and remove her shirt. When she did, he informed her that it was time she received the remainder of the strokes somewhere it would hurt even more, across her little tits. She looked over at Dan, who just nodded yes, and then Brent started with his well-placed strokes. It hurt so badly, and she could see right away what serious marks it was going to leave. The punishment seemed to last forever, until finally it stopped. Brent had a sly grin as he admired his handiwork, he might never have a chance like this again. He ventured a request, “Dan, would it be OK if also gave her the punishment from you?” Seeing the joy in Brent’s face and the dread in Sandy’s, it was an easy decision. “Of course, if you will use the belt like I had planned.” Sandy was relieved when she was instructed to kneel. That relief didn’t last when Brent started using the belt on her upper thighs. And then her body betrayed her, the spanking and the humiliation were turning her on and it was starting to show in her moist, swollen lips. Oh how she hoped Brent didn’t notice. But Dan called everyone’s attention to it, even bringing the video camera and light for a close-up. When it was finished, Sandy quickly dressed and returned to her desk. She thought all afternoon about how she could just quit, but how would she explain it. And what would Dan do with the videos. She was trapped and she knew it. Dan decided it was time to find out just how far he could push this project. Sandy’s resistance seemed totally broken by the videotape. And Dan had so many fantasies that he had never even dared to voice, but now here was a chance to have them all come true. He enjoyed pondering just what order to make his requests. He feared that if he moved too fast, Sandy’s strong character would rise up again and she would exert the courage to just leave. On the other hand, if he moved too slowly, she might also have time to regain her composure. Today was the day it would start. It was time to move from spanking to full-fledged bondage, discipline and sex. He needed to fully dominate her. Unfortunately, Sandy was on time to work today. Being a nice spring day, she had selected the short thin sundress, and even put it on at home. Dan was so disappointed, he needed a new plan. It was time to expand the reasons for giving spankings. Some of Sandy’s work the last few days had been sub-par. Typos and errors in the letters that he had dictated, and a couple bills that had been late going out. He called Sandy to his office. “Undress and prepare yourself to be punished” “But why, I was at work early today,” she protested. “Yes, I noticed. But the quality of your work has been unacceptable. Just because you are here on time doesn’t mean that you can get away with doing a sloppy job. Now that we know how to properly motivate you, it is time that you started to become the kind of employee that I would expect to have.” Sandy sobbed as she removed her sundress, folded it, and placed it on Dan’s desk. She stood silently awaiting Dan’s instructions for her punishment. “Climb on to desk and kneel at the edge with your knees spread apart, Lay your face down on the desk, so that your ass is lifted high into the air. I want a good target.” He instructed. Sandy did as she was told. Dan removed the razor strap from his desk. It was becoming his favorite implement. He started to apply strokes to each cheek, to the upper parts of her inner thigh, and direct across her pussy. After a couple dozen strokes and several particularly well-placed smacks near her clitoris, Dan spoke out saying, “This just won’t do. I can’t tell how much affect I am having because you have too much hair. I need you to shave it off. I keep a razor and shaving cream in the bathroom closet to freshen up for meetings, please get them and bring them back here right away.” Sandy didn’t even hesitate, didn’t stop to think about what was being asked. Dan watched, video camera running, as Sandy carefully shaved her beaver bare. Sandy wasn’t used to shaving there, and without lotion it was quickly red and irritated. Dan took the opportunity to splash a little of his aftershave on the irritated skin, causing Sandy to scream loudly. Sandy got up to leave, but Dan stopped her. “I haven’t finished your spanking yet, please resume your punishment position” Sandy whimpered, “Please isn’t this enough for a couple small mistakes.” “It is just that attitude that I am trying to get rid of, more evidence of you laziness. There are no such things as small mistakes. Certainly I need to start completely over with your punishment.” Sandy slowly climbed back onto the desk and resumed her position. Dan had a new toy in mind, a very thin plastic dog leash. He had tried it on his arm, and it had a sharp sting that was more than anything else he had tried. He could hardly wait to see Sandy’s reaction as it would curve around her upper thigh and connect with recently shaved pussy lips. The first few strokes he used the razor strap at about ¾force. He wanted to surprise of his new toy to be very dramatic. Swinging as fast as he could while still hitting his target dead on, Dan used to plastic leash. The sting surprised Sandy so much that she jumped up and was standing next to the desk. This was even better than he had hoped for. “Sandy, since you can’t stay in the proper position by yourself, I will have to tie you there.” Sandy protested briefly, but Dan’s reminders about keeping the job and the videotapes he now had quickly quelled her resistance. As she climbed back on the desk he tied her knees apart to the desk legs, and then forced her torso down by tying her arms back to her legs. Once she was in position, Dan informed her that he would need to start over again and that he was going to give her “extra” attention since she had wasted so much of his time this morning. Little did she know just what “extras” he had in mind. As he started, Dan reminded her that at any point she wanted him to stop, she could just say so and leave. Of course, he reminded her that he would fire her and then decide if he wanted to send the videotapes to anyone. Sandy could never stand the thought that he might send the tapes to her husband or to one of her friends from church, that humiliation would be even greater than being fired from a job. It would take a lot for her to say stop. Dan began with the razor strap again. Lashing again at the same areas he had started earlier. This time he didn’t hold back any. Soon Sandy’s ass and thighs were bright red everywhere from the strap. These would no doubt leave welts, but it was hard to tell where one would end and the next would start. Sandy was sobbing, nothing she had every felt was this painful. Then Dan started using the plastic leash, working particularly on her inner thighs and cunt. Each stroke stung more than Sandy could have imagined. As he crisscrossed her inner thighs with strokes, the sharp burning also produced a duller heat deep inside Sandy. Dan paused his punishment to admire his handiwork. He brought out some aloe-vera lotion and started to apply it along the distinct welts that the leash had left. He told Sandy that he didn’t want her skin to be damaged. As he rubbed the lotion into the welts, he followed the lines along her inner thigh and across her pussy. The soft touch and cool lotion sent shock waves through Sandy’s body. Sandy let out a loud gasp as she started to orgasm. Dan asked if she wanted him to stop, to which she begged, “Please, no, keep going.” He carefully continued to apply the lotion, keeping her at the edge of another orgasm. Then he returned to using the razor strap. The quick change from gentle caress to sharp pain was dramatic. But Sandy was trying to move her hips to make the strap hit her cunt. She needed to be touched there so badly; any touch was better than none. But Dan kept moving the strokes to avoid any direct contact. The he took the strap in one hand and picked up a large vibrator in the other. Sandy didn’t see what was happening, but when he placed it against her clit and turned it on, Sandy had the most incredible orgasm shake through her whole body. The contractions in her pussy were so strong that for the first time in her life she literally squirted her lubrication onto the desk and floor. It was quite a display. The orgasm seemed to last forever. Dan sensed that this would be the best time to push this further. Using one hand to tease her with the vibrator, Dan removed his pants with his free hand. Planning ahead, he had placed a small stool near his desk. He used it now to position his height perfectly to enter her from behind. He removed the vibrator and started rubbing his dick along the inside of her lips. Then he asked, “Do you want me?” Sandy whispered “Yes” Dan replied, “What do you want me to do” She said “Fuck me” Dan responded, “Louder, I can’t hear you” Sandy nearly yelled, “Please Fuck Me NOW!” With one stroke he entered all the way into her. She pushed back to meet him. As he took his time slowly pulling back all the way out and entering her strongly again each time, he used her wetness to lubricate the vibrator and started inserting it into her rectum. At first there was considerable muscular resistance, but in just a second it relented and the vibrator was deep inside Sandy. The feeling of fullness from the double penetration was immense. Sandy had another orgasm almost right away. The intense contractions were more than Dan could tolerate, as he quickly emptied his load deep inside her. Spent, but still excited by his domination Dan continued his plan. Dan untied her arms and then moved in front of her. Sandy’s head was still dizzy. Dan knelt on the desk in front of her and commanded her to “clean me off”. She started licking and sucking on his dick, tasting both herself and his cum. She had always refused to orally service anyone before, even her husband. But now she didn’t even think twice about it. Soon Dan was hard again. Without any comment he walked back behind her and entered her again. She didn’t protest. After enjoying her pussy again for several minutes, Dan changed positions to enter her butt. One strong stroke and he was deep inside her. She was wonderfully tight. He had never butt-fucked a woman before, but soon thought that as tight as it was, that he could really enjoy it. He was surprised at how quickly he came again. He left her tied there for several minutes with cum dripping from both holes. He added some digital pictures to the video he was already running. He let her dress and return to her desk but specifically forbade her from washing up. He informed her he would personally check later to make sure that she had made no efforts to clean herself. Of course all of the cum seeped out, staining her sundress and drying on her thighs. Then he sent her on some shopping errands for the office. The card shop, the bank, office supply store, and the post office. She was sure that everyone was looking at her strangely, that everyone knew what she had been up to. The odor had to be tremendous, and the dried stains on her sun dress. She tried to finish each task as quickly as possible, without making eye contact with anyone. How could Dan do this to her. Since she hadn’t changed at the office, she didn’t have anything to change into to wear home. She just hoped she would be home before her husband. The provocative dress without any bra would be hard enough to explain, but in her current state it would be impossible. She called her husband’s office on the pretense of wanting to make dinner reservation to check when he thought he would be home. To her relief, he needed to work late. She suggested meeting for a late dinner near his office, but he declined saying he might be really late and suggested she pickup some Chinese carryout and he would heat it up when he got home. “Perfect” she smiled to herself. She rushed home and cleaned herself off in the shower until the hot water ran completely out. She carefully examined all of the welts and placed lotion on the most distinct marks. She picked out a long nightshirt and boxer shorts that would keep her marks and her freshly shaved cunt hidden from view. Other than the second night of her agreement at work, she had been cold to all of her husband’s advances. Fortunately he wasn’t too suspicious yet, since she often went week without “being in the mood.” That second night when Dan had spanked her hard, she had come home so horny. She really wanted to feel that way with her husband. She decided to seduce him that evening. She even went so far as to act completely out of character, suggesting some role-playing. She wore the maid lingerie outfit that her husband had bought her for the honeymoon (the one she hated so much). She suggested she wanted to be a young, “bad” maid. She had ignored her duties and now the single rich master of the house would spank her for being bad and then take her virginity. He was surprised by this sudden “change” in his wife but wasted no time in taking advantage of it. To her disappointment, the spanking was completely lackluster. She figured, correctly, that he didn’t want to hurt her any. It didn’t have anything like the effect that Dan’s punishment had. She went through all the motions that she was enjoying herself. Her husband, Jeff, finished in record time. Maybe it was the newness of the role-playing or Sandy’s suddenly aggressive mood, either way it was a total flop for her. This evening Jeff came home earlier than he had thought he might over the phone. Seeing his wife freshly cleaned-up, smelling sweet from the lotion and already in nightclothes, he mistakenly combined that information with her desire to go to dinner and thought that she was interested in “seducing” him that evening. In fact he was convinced that was the case. When Sandy refused all of his advances he became very angry and a heated argument ensued. Normally Jeff was very passive about sex, not wanting to upset his wife or be thought of as some kind of animal. But he had been so sure he was reading he signs correctly that he had been certain. They both went to bed angry and Jeff was soon sleeping. Sandy couldn’t sleep. She felt guilty that she wasn’t a better wife and simply tossed and turned well into the night. Finally about 1 in the morning, knowing she couldn’t push her guilt aside she started to formulate a plan. The room was dark so her husband wouldn’t see any marks. And if she took the lead while he was still half asleep, he would probably never notice that she was shaved. And if he did, maybe she could just say she was bored and wanted to try something different. But he probably wouldn’t even notice. It would be straight to pounding her and then back to sleep just as fast. She took off the boxer shorts, but left the nightshirt on. It was very rare that she played with herself, in fact she hadn’t since she was a teen, but for some reason she felt compelled to now. Maybe if she was excited enough then she wouldn’t be able to turn back. After a little while, she reached over and started playing gently with his manhood as well. He was hard almost instantly, but still seemed to be asleep. She wondered how far she could go while he was still asleep. Jeff always slept nude, and he was sleeping on his back. She pulled the covers back slowly, straddled Jeff’s stomach and gently guided him into her. He started to wake up. “I’m sorry I was such a bitch earlier, let me make it up to you she whispered in his ear before she started to gently nibble on his neck. Jeff wasn’t sure whether he was awake or dreaming at first, probably dreaming since he wife almost never initiates sex and had never wanted to be on top. But slowly it dawned on him that he was awake and this was really happening. With all the pent up energy he had from expecting sex much earlier in the evening and the excitement of his wife’s assertiveness he lasted only a couple minutes. Almost as quickly he was back asleep. In the morning Sandy was too tired to stir for work. Jeff tried to encourage her to get up so that she wouldn’t be late for work, but the lack of sleep and the spent energy had left her exhausted. She couldn’t even think of getting up and ready for work. She ended up being nearly 90 minutes late for work. She knew Dan would be furious so she set out a plan. He always liked it best when she changed in his office. And the schoolgirl outfit was clearly his favorite. She put on her sexiest lingerie and a very conservative business suit, placed her hair in a bun, and put on some prop glasses she had bought on a whim. She arrived at the office and put on quite the show changing in front of him. Maybe she could keep him from being too angry and limit the consequences. For his part Dan had figured that Sandy quit after being pushed too far the day before. So he was mostly just glad to see her, and to keep up their little games. And when she came in so seductively, he knew this was going to be good.

Shawna's Dare by justified15 He dares wife to fake being hypnotized. Hi, my name is Justin. I'm so happy to share this story with you. It happened many years ago. My wife, Shawna, was 22 and I was 24. We had been married for two years and I was a soldier in the Army. We were stationed at Ft. Sam Houston in San Antonio, Texas, where I was an MP. Shawna is a slender blond with light blue eyes. Her full lips and high cheekbones put her on par with any model. She was rather flat chested when we met, but being in the Army has it's perks. At no cost to us, she had breast implants done at the base medical center. Thanks to Uncle Sam she was now a 36 C. Her legs and ass were toned perfectly from being an aerobics instructor at a local gym for the last 14 months. Every day I wondered how I got such a hot babe for a wife. When she flashed her perfect white smile she could melt any man... or woman. Our marriage was very strong in spite of our sex life being in a rut lately. We spent many evenings cuddling and talking before falling to sleep. Everything else was perfect in our lives. One day I got orders for Korea. It was a one year unaccompanied tour. That meant that Shawna couldn't go with me. I had 60 days before I had to leave. I decided the time was right to spice up our sex life. That night we told each other our fantasies. I explained to her that we had the best marriage in the world because we could completely trust each other to be honest. I told her that I always wanted a threesome with her and one of her friends. She looked a little hurt and then she smiled and asked, "Which friend?" I replied, "I don't know. I just thought it would be very exciting to see you with another woman." She seemed a little shocked by that, but then confessed that she had fantasized about kissing another woman before. I decided to prod a little further and asked, "Who would you like to kiss?" She blushed and looked down, then she said, "I bet Lisa is a good kisser." Lisa is my friend, Mark's wife. She is also a beautiful woman. She has olive skin and green eyes that contrast her dark hair. She has a toned, but voluptuous body that I had fantasized about many times. Shawna saw that my mind was wandering and declared that I must be thinking about Lisa. My smile betrayed me and she hit me, calling me a pervert. We talked into the night about our fantasies and it became clear to me that Shawna's fantasies usually involved other men and women and always involved being submissive. The only thing keeping her from acting out these fantasies was her fear of rejection or being thought of as a slut. In her fantasies she was always guilt-free. Over the next few days we talked more about our fantasies and maybe acting on some of them. She was always too modest to really consider doing anything. She just didn't want people to think of her in that way, but I was determined to come up with some way to make something happen though. The next week Shawna challenged me to a game of gin. We played regularly and were a pretty close match. She didn't know that I often let her win just to keep things interesting. I told her I would play, but that I wanted to know what the stakes were. She smiled and asked, "What do you have in mind?" I replied, "How about if the loser has to do whatever the winner dares them to do?" She immediately shook her head, saying, "No way. You'll probably have me sunbathing nude or something." I just said, "Fine! If you're so confident you're going to lose then why bother. I'm sure you'd have me washing the car in the buff or something." She laughed and said, "Hey! That's not a bad idea." We finally agreed that each of us would write down five dares on small cards. The loser would then draw a dare from the winner's cards and had the choice of doing it or drawing another card. The game went pretty fast. I considered letting her win, but she beat me too fast. I drew from one of her five cards. It said, "Go through the fast food drive through while completely naked!" I acted stunned and feigned an attempt to get out of it. Shawna goaded me into it though. When I finally consented she said, "When do you want to do it?" I replied, "No time like the present." Shawna sat in the back seat on the passenger side so she could get a good view. I drove to the local burger stand up on Austin highway and placed my order at the speaker. I drove to the window and the teenage boy taking the money didn't seem phased. After he took the money he left the window saying, "I'll be right back with your order." A minute later two teenage girls came to the window and one leaned out to give me my order. I declined the extra ketchup and drove off with a big hardon and a smile. Shawna and I went home and fucked for two hours. The spice was definitely back in our sex life. In fact, we made love three more times the next day. I was very pleased with myself. This was the best aphrodisiac and I was hooked. A few nights later we decided to play scrabble. As we were setting up the game Shawna said we were playing for dares again. I said, "OK." I was determined to win this time. Two hours later it was still close. I had put the word INHIBIT down and she changed it to INHIBITED. It was close until I changed it to UNINHIBITED on a triple word score. That was it. I had beaten her. She drew from my cards and read it out loud, "Allow Justin to pretend to hypnotize you in front of his friends and do whatever he says." Shawna's eyes got big and she said, "And what would I have to do?" I grinned and said, "You know, dance sexily, kiss the guys, maybe even take your clothes off." "Oh my God!" she screamed, "You can't make me do that." I just laughed and said, "OK, if the stakes are too high for you, then you can just forget about it." She pushed me to the floor and looked me right in the eye and said, "Hey, I'm not going to chicken out. I just wanted to know what you wanted me to do." I explained that, under hypnosis an individual's behavior was unpredictable. She could just refuse to do something and still be hypnotized. I told her, "In fact, I will probably even test your limits to prove that point to them." Shawna agreed to go through with it. I told her I would set it up for Saturday night. Saturday came quickly, but that day dragged on and on. My friend, Jeff, called to say he couldn't make it. Finally, Mark came over at 18:30 and explained that Lisa was at her sister's baby shower. We had a BBQ in the backyard and enjoyed a few beers. At one point Mark commented to Shawna, "I see you stopped biting your nails." She held them up and said, "Yup, I wanted to quit for years, but it was useless until Justin hypnotized me." Mark took the bait. He was fascinated by the subject and soon asked us to demonstrate it. I explained it in detail and told him how surprised I was that it had even worked the first time. I told him that I wasn't sure I could do it again. He prodded us a few more times and finally we agreed to try it. Shawna said, "OK, but only if you promise not to make me do something stupid like bark like a dog or something." We promised. We moved inside to the living room. I had Shawna sit in a chair between the two sofas that Mark and I were sitting on. I went through the whole relaxation routine for about three minutes and then I said, "Jamaica." Shawna instantly dropped her head as if she fell asleep. This was exactly what I had told her to do. I explained to Mark that when I hypnotized her before I told her that when she heard the word Jamaica she would easily slip into a hypnotic trance. I asked her if she could hear me. She said, "Yes." I told her to put her right leg on the footstool in front of her and she lifted her leg up and stretched it out on the imaginary footstool. Then I told her to put her foot back onto the floor. She did. Then I told her that she was going to serve us drinks and snacks and wait on us all night. That she was only going to be happy if we were happy. I asked her if she understood and she said she did. I told her she was going to wake up when I count to three and she wouldn't remember that she had been hypnotized. I counted to three and she woke up. I said, "We might as well forget it. This isn't going to work." Shawna lifted her head and said, "I'm sorry it didn't work sweetie. Oh well, can I get anyone another beer?" Mark and I said yes and she got them for us. We turned on the game and she got us some snacks. She even went to make cookies. Mark said he couldn't believe it. I told him I was just as surprised as he was. Then he said, "If I could hypnotize Lisa I would make her do a striptease for me and act real sexy." I smiled and said, "Boy, that would be great, but what if I was there?" He smiled and replied, "Dude, I'd make her give you a killer lap dance. I'd make her think you were me and let you make out with her while I watched." "No way, Lisa is so hot." I said, "I'd kill to see her naked." "Well, Shawna is a real babe too. She's all toned in just the right places. I bet she's incredible in the sack." I laughed and said, "She is, but I bet Lisa is a wild woman." This time Mark laughed and said, "Sometimes she's too wild even for me." We watched more of the game and then I said, "Hey, ya want to see if we can get Shawna to give us a show?" Mark leaned forward and grinned. He said, "That would be great, but are you sure you want to do that in front of me? I mean, what if things get out of hand?" I replied, "Don't worry about it. Just follow my lead and go with the flow. Besides, I always thought Shawna had a thing for you. I don't think she'd really mind and, it really gets me hot to think of her stripping in front of you." "OK, but let me know if you think it's going too far," Mark said. Shawna came back in with fresh baked cookies. She sat down and I said, "I bet it's really hot in Jamaica." Shawna dropped her head as if falling to sleep. Mark said, "Oh shit, I don't believe this really works." But the way he said it meant that he really did believe it. I told Shawna, "For the rest of the night you will do everything we tell you to do and you will enjoy doing it for us. Anything we ask you to do will seem completely normal and you won't even question it. When you wake up in the morning you will only remember that we had dinner and drinks with Mark while we watched the game. Everything will be completely normal. Do you understand?" She said yes. I told her she would wake up at the count of three and she wouldn't remember being hypnotized. I counted to three and she lifted her head and smiled at me. I switched the TV to a music station and a good dance song came on. I told Shawna to do a striptease for us. She stood up and started to sway to the beat. She danced mostly in front of me as she took her shirt off. Mark's eyes lit up when he saw her white lacy bra. She did a good bump and grind and then undid the clasp on the back of her bra. It didn't come off though. She danced over to Mark and sexily unzipped her tight blue jeans. She turned around and bent forward as she swayed her perfect ass in front of him. She danced like that as if she was offering her ass to him so I said, "Go ahead and feel her ass. It's great!" Mark didn't hesitate. He cupped her cheeks in his hands and then felt all over her ass. Shawna looked at me and winked. Then she danced to the middle of the room and pulled her jeans off. She kicked them at me and then danced over to me. She did a bump and grind in my face and I felt her ass through her lacy white panties. Then she danced to the middle of the room again and turned her back to us. She let her bra drop to the floor and turned facing us with her arms over her breasts. She danced and teased us for a moment and then she pulled one arm away and then the other. Her perfect 36C's were pointing straight out from her chest. I couldn't believe this. My sexy wife was stripping for my best friend in our own living room and she loved every minute of it. My cock was so hard it was starting to hurt. I bet Mark was in the same predicament. Shawna danced to Mark and danced in front of him then she turned around and stuck her panty covered ass in his face and swayed it back and forth. He gently caressed her ass with both hands. Then she reached back and grabbed his hands. She moved them to the waistband of her panties and hooked his fingers over the top. She slowly pulled his hands down her sides so that he was pulling her panties off of her. She let go of his hands and he continued to slowly pull them down while she bent over and put her hands on the floor in front of her. Everything seemed to be in slow motion for me. It was like watching a movie; a movie I would replay in my mind for years to come. As her panties revealed her most private area, my friend's face was mere inches from it. He stared directly into her glistening pussy as he lowered her panties to her ankles. My mind raced wildly as the scene before me exceeded anything I had ever imagined. Then she stood up and stepped out of her panties. She danced to the center of the room again and mesmerized us with her sexuality. She danced for a few more seconds and then the song ended. Shawna sat down in the chair and watched TV while a commercial came on. Mark and I just looked at each other and then at Shawna. Then she stood up and said, "I see you guys need another beer." With that, she grabbed the empty bottle from the table beside me and then leaned across Mark to grab his empty from the table on the other side of him. Her breasts were now inches from his face. He didn't know what to do. She stood up and went to the kitchen. When she left Mark said, "Holy shit! That was great! I wonder if this would work on Lisa?" I said, "I don't know. I can't believe it's working now. What should we do next? " Mark blushed a little and said, "I don't think we can top this." Just then Shawna came back and handed each of us a beer. She sat down to watch TV and she let her legs fall apart. We watched the game for a while and we made the regular conversation, but mark and I were greatly distracted. A few minutes later Mark headed for the bathroom, leaving Shawna and I alone. Shawna sat in my lap and kissed me. When we stopped kissing I asked her, "Did you enjoy putting on a show for us?" She grinned and said, "I've never been so hot before. If Mark wasn't here right now I'd fuck your brains out." I grinned back and said, "Do you want to fuck Mark? I'd love to watch you fuck his brains out." Shawna blushed and squealed, "I'll do whatever you guys say. I'm not the one in control here." Mark came back into the living room before I could say anything else. I kissed Shawna deeply and then said, "OK, you can sit back down for now." She jumped up and sat in the chair. A couple minutes later I excused myself to go to the bathroom. I grabbed the newspaper from the coffee table so they would know that I would be awhile. I rounded the corner to the hallway and lay down on the floor to look through a vent that opened up on both sides of the wall. I saw mark turn to Shawna and say, "Come sit on my lap." Shawna jumped up and sat on his lap with her arms around his neck. Then he said, "Kiss me like you did your husband." She leaned forward and French kissed him. Her breasts were pushing into his chest. They continued kissing as he lowered his hands to her ass and squeezed. She just kept kissing him. I really did have to pee so I got up and went into the bathroom. It was hard peeing with an erection, but after a minute I managed to piss. I zipped up and went back to the floor vent. Now she was sitting on his lap with her back to him and he was squeezing and pinching her tits. She slowly ground her pelvis back and forth on him. Then he lowered a hand to her crotch and started to slide his fingers up and down her obviously very wet slit. I was so turned on that I didn't want to stop them, but then, the floor was not very comfortable either, so I got up and went into the bathroom and flushed the toilet. Then I washed my hands and went back to the living room. Shawna was sitting in the chair again and they were talking about the game. I sat down and said, "I have an idea. Shawna, go get the can of whipped cream from the fridge." As she went to get it I cleared everything off of the coffee table. Then I put a blanket over it. When Shawna returned, I told her to lie down on the table. Then I sprayed whipped cream in a spiral over both tits, completely covering them. I looked at Mark and said, "Dessert is served." I motioned him to the breast on his side and I started licking the cream off the one on my side. It didn't take long before all of us were moaning about how good it was. Soon, we had licked her tits clean and just licked and sucked on her nipples. Shawna was even moaning from the pleasure she was receiving. I told her to spread her legs wide. First her eyes opened wide and then she opened her legs. I sprayed some cream over her crotch and then proceeded to lick it clean while mark kissed, licked, sucked, and pinched her tits. I slowly inserted my middle finger into her pussy while I continued to suck on her clit. She started thrusting her hips up and down. I pulled my finger out and sprayed more cream between her legs. Then I said, "OK Mark, you owe me one. It's your turn down here." He lifted his head from Shawna's tits and said, "I think I owe you more than one, buddy." I moved up to Shawna's breast and started to kiss them while my best friend started to lick the cream from my wife's juicy pussy. I worked my way up her neck and then kissed her passionately on the lips. She let out a loud moan as Mark slipped a finger into her and started pumping it in and out. I leaned by her ear and said, "I love you." I looked down to see mark eagerly sucking her clit and finger fucking her. I went back to work on her perfect breasts, pinching and pulling her nipples. Soon, Shawna cried out, "I'm going to come. Oh God, I'm coming!" Mark doubled his movements and I grabbed both nipples and pinched them hard. The next two minutes were filled with Shawna's screams of ecstasy. She curled up into the fetal position and Mark and I sat back down and watched her. A minute later she got up and sat on the edge of the table. I unzipped my pants and pulled my hard cock out. What a relief that was. Then I said, "Shawna, crawl over here and give me the best blow job you can give." She got down on her hands and knees and crawled to me. I pushed the coffee table out of the way and sat back down. Shawna dove right onto my cock with her mouth and proceeded to lick and suck my hardon. I looked over at Mark. He had his cock out and was stroking it while watching my wife's naked ass. I was close to cumming so I said, "Stop. Now, crawl over to Mark and suck his cock." Shawna turned around and crawled to him. She put both hands around the base of his penis and lowered her lips down around it. Soon, she was bobbing up and down on his cock like a machine. Mark couldn't take his eyes off my wife as she swallowed him over and over. It was too much for me to see. I got on my knees behind Shawna and pushed my dick up against her moist slit. I moved it up and down and then eased it into her. She responded by thrusting back at me. I watched her suck my friend's cock while I fucked her doggy style. It was incredibly sexy watching her swallow another man's cock and it didn't take me long to cum. I started cumming inside her. I filled her up with my cum and continued fucking her for a few seconds. I pulled out of her and sat down on the sofa, watching the incredible blowjob she was giving Mark. Then Mark said to her, "OK, now climb up here and lower your pussy onto my cock." I was shocked and my mouth dropped open. Mark didn't even look at me as Shawna straddled his legs and slowly impaled herself onto his big cock. Oh shit, I thought to myself. I should have stopped that, but it was too late. She was already halfway onto his cock and I just stared as her pussy lips stretched wide around him. A moment later her pelvis met his and they started rocking back and forth. I couldn't believe it. My shy wife was riding Mark's cock. I felt sharp pains of jealousy when they started kissing passionately. I knew they were far beyond my control. I had started all of this and I couldn't blame anyone else. I just sat back and watched as they fucked to what looked like a simultaneous orgasm. They came loud and hard. Mark didn't pull out, he just filled her womb with his seed. I can't say that I blame him. I wasn't worried about Shawna getting pregnant because she was on the pill and I wasn't worried about Aids because we had never even heard about it back then. I told Shawna to get some towels. She came back with them and handed one to each of us. Mark and I got dressed and left Shawna naked. He said it was getting late and got up. We made the usual goodbye talk and walked him to the door. Shawna even stood in the doorway completely naked and waved goodbye to him. After he was gone we made love. Shawna said it was the most exciting experience she had ever had. I had to agree. We talked about it for hours and she said she wanted to do it again, but with Lisa this time. End Part One Part Two Shawna woke up the next morning in my arms and asked sheepishly if I was mad at her. I kissed her tenderly on the forehead and told her that I never loved her more. She smiled and the room seemed to light up. As I was getting ready to leave for work she looked a bit shaken so I asked her what was wrong. She was worried about what Mark thought of her now and if it would ruin our friendship. I explained that he thought she was hypnotized last night and as long as he believed that, our friendship was safe. She kissed me goodbye and I left for work. Just after noon Shawna answered the door to find Mark holding a Polaroid camera. He said he was supposed to drop it off for Justin to borrow for his trip. Shawna felt a little awkward, but tried hard not to show any hint of it. She invited Mark in and said she would put the camera away and thanked him for loaning it to her husband. Mark hesitated and said, "I hope you don't feel bad about last night. I thought you might be mad at me." Shawna new she couldn't reveal any knowledge of the actual events last night so she said, "No, I'm not mad, but why would I be? After all, I'm the one that fell asleep on the couch while you guys watched TV. I should apologize to you for being so rude." Mark smiled and decided to play along. "So you don't remember making us cookies last night?" Shawna tried her best to look confused and said, "No, I thought Justin baked them." She had just mentally patted herself on the back for being such a good actress when Mark said "Jamaica." Shawna stiffened up for a moment as her mind raced. Her thoughts collided with one another as she realized the trap she had laid for herself. She knew that if she didn't act hypnotized right now then Mark would know how perverted she really was. She couldn't stand the thought of him knowing that. She also knew that if she did act hypnotized then Mark might just want to test her limits. But then again, maybe he would let her off easy and just leave. Shawna just stared out into space while Mark maid up his mind about her condition. He decided to test her. "Stand on one leg and flap your arms like a bird." Shawna only hesitated a moment longer and then lifted her left leg and started flailing her arms. Mark exclaimed, "Well I'll be damned!" Then he told her to stop. Mark didn't really have a plan. He just wanted to see if Shawna had been pretending last night. He only intended to find out that she was in on everything and then he was going to leave, but now he realized he had an opportunity that he couldn't pass up. Mark told Shawna to go into the living room. He followed her in and sat in the upholstered chair. Then he had her strip off all of her clothes. Shawna quickly removed them and stood facing him. She was only a little startled when he reached out and fingered her fluffy pubic mound and then inserted a finger. Remembering her state, she tried not to move. He stood up and walked behind her and then he caressed her ass. Shawna was experiencing many feelings: betrayal, fear, and undeniably excitement. She couldn't believe how wet she was getting by the knowledge that she was completely helpless against any of Mark's advances. She was going to have to go through with anything he said and did or else he would know the awful truth about last night. Mark removed his clothes and then came up behind Shawna and cupped her breasts in his hands. He took his time kneading them and pinching the nipples as he ground his hard penis against her ass. He was thoroughly enjoying this and it was obvious that he was only concerned with his own pleasure. His hand dropped down to her wet and waiting pussy and he told her to bend forward and spread her legs. He fingered her for a minute and then walked away. Shawna felt she was lewdly displayed in that position and she wondered where he went. She only jumped a little when she heard the camera snap and saw the flash from behind her. She really wanted out of this situation right now, but she was already committed. Mark made her lie on the coffee table and masturbate while he took several more pictures. Then he had her crawl to the chair he was in and take his cock into her mouth. He even took a picture of her sucking him while looking into the camera. Soon Mark was ready to cum so he told Shawna to pull back and he sprayed her face with jism as he took more pictures. Then he reloaded the camera and made her continue blowing his limp penis. Shawna had never had come all over her face before and she really wanted to wipe it off, but Mark hadn't told her to wipe it off. It was all she could do to continue sucking him while it dripped down her eyebrow to her eyelid. Soon she had to close her left eye to keep it from getting in her eye. About that time Mark was at full attention again and he made her get up and stand behind the chair. Mark stood behind her and told her to bend over the chair so that her face was resting against the seat cushion. Shawna was only worried about not getting cum on the cushion until Mark started fucking her tight wet pussy from behind. As she thought about her situation and felt him sawing in and out of her, using her like a fuck toy, Shawna was suddenly overwhelmed by the most intense orgasm. It snuck up on her and caught her by surprise, but it lasted for a gloriously long time. Mark was surprised that Shawna came so hard. Her wild moans and spasming pussy almost sent him over the edge. He held on until she settled down and then he pulled out of her and took aim at her puckered anus. Lisa had always denied him anal sex, but he finally found himself in a position to take advantage of Shawna without even having to politely ask for it. Shawna reeled from the intense orgasm and was unphased when Mark pulled out. He was pushing hard at her rectum before she even understood what was happening. She muffled a cry into the cushion as she felt her anus suddenly give way to what felt like a baseball bat being pushed into her. She focused on relaxing and soon he was able to thrust all the way into her. She couldn't believe it. Justin had been begging to do this to her for two years and now Mark was taking her virgin asshole. She didn't even notice when several flashes went off. Mark set the camera down and thrust several more times before he filled Shawna's ass with his seed. He pulled out and went to the bathroom to clean up. When he came back he got dressed and then told Shawna to stand up. He leaned in and kissed her passionately. Then he told her to shower and clean herself up. Afterwards she would only remember that he dropped off the camera and left. He grabbed the pictures and let himself out. End Part Two Part Three When I got home that evening Shawna seemed distant as if her mind was somewhere else. We had a quiet dinner and then retired to the living room for some prime time TV. After we watched one of my favorite sitcoms I went to the restroom and returned to find Shawna in tears. It didn't take much coaxing to get the whole story. Shawna had always been completely honest with me. As she told me about Mark I had an uneasy feeling that I had really let Shawna down. But as she told me about the incredible orgasm she had she started to cry all over again. I finally realized that she was crying out of guilt rather than the forced sex. I lovingly caressed her cheek and explained my love for her. I loved her more now than ever and that would never change. We talked into the night and even made love. I was a little surprised when she climbed on top of me and guided my dick into her anus. She had never let me do that before. I came fast, but her asshole was so tight that I didn't loose my hardon and we fucked for another thirty minutes until I came again in her ass. The next morning as I got ready for PT, I promised to try to find the photos in Mark's car. This all happened before most people had ever heard of the Internet, so Shawna was only worried about her friends seeing the photos. Mark loaned me his car at lunch to pickup my uniforms from the cleaners. I searched it from top to bottom, but came up with nothing. When I got home that evening Shawna was sitting on the living room with Lisa. I wondered what was going on, but I relaxed when I saw them giggling. I said hello and went to change out of my uniform. When I returned Shawna explained that Lisa had found the photos in Marks foot locker and stormed into our house to confront Shawna. Lisa said she was ready to kill her best friend for screwing around with her husband. Shawna tried to explain everything but wound up in tears. Finally Lisa got enough of the pieces from Shawna to figure it out. Lisa asked me if I was mad at Mark. I told her I was a little pissed, but that I couldn't blame him totally for what he did. After all, I was the one that set up the whole hypnosis trick. At this point Lisa said she could use a stiff drink. Shawna got up and made drinks for all of us. When we settled back down Lisa said she wanted to get even. Shawna and I were stunned. I asked her what she meant and she explained. She still loved Mark, but she didn't want him to have his cake and eat it too. She said it wouldn't be fair to anyone if we didn't turn the tables on him. Shawna agreed and said she knew just what to do. She suggested that we invite Mark over to join us and somehow hypnotize Lisa. Lisa said that would be perfect, but that she wanted to make him watch while she did things with me. Shawna giggled and said it was only fair, since Mark got to fuck her that I get to fuck Lisa. I was shocked. Here was my beautiful wife setting me up to fuck her gorgeous best friend. I guess I looked too shocked because Lisa asked if that was OK with me. I stuttered my ascent and they both giggled like schoolgirls. The phone rang and I answered it. It was Mark asking if Lisa was over at our house. I said she was and invited him over. I was still in shock at the prospect of having my way with Lisa. I told Shawna and Lisa that he was on his way. It would only take him about fifteen minutes to get there, so I had to set things up quickly. I pulled Shawna into the bedroom and asked her if she was OK with this. She grinned from ear to ear and gave me a suggestion for some hot action with Lisa. I agreed and then I went back out and sat by Lisa. I asked her if she was sure about this. She looked into my eyes and said she was looking forward to it. I asked her if there were anything off limits. She looked confused so I explained that Mark had taken Shawna's anal cherry. Lisa said she had never done that before, but that she was thinking about letting Mark try it with her. Apparently he had been trying to talk her into it since they were dating. She smiled and said, "OK. Let's do it, but please be gentle with me." Soon Mark showed up and Shawna made him a drink as he joined us in the living room. We made small talk and even talked about work a little. Mark asked Shawna if she would miss me while I was in Korea. She held my hand and said she didn't know how she was going to make it without me. Lisa told her not to worry because she would take care of Shawna while I was gone. Mark chimed in that he would keep an eye on her too, besides, that's what friends are for. At this point I decided to make a point of teaching him a lesson. I knew his comments had double meanings and it was pissing me off. I just laughed and thanked him for being such a good friend. I even told him I would gladly do the same for him if he were being shipped out. Shawna saw an opening here and pointed out to Lisa that she hadn't bitten her nails since I had hypnotized her. Lisa jumped at the conversation and asked all the right questions. We all had a laugh when I told about making Shawna cluck like a chicken under hypnosis. Lisa was skeptical, but interested so I suggested she let me hypnotize her. She said that would be great if I could leave a post hypnotic suggestion that doing housework was fun. Everyone laughed at that. I told her I could try though. She was still scared to try it though so Mark suggested I hypnotize Shawna so Lisa could see how it worked. Shawna agreed, but made me promise not to make her do anything stupid. I had Shawna sit in the same chair and went through a couple minutes of relaxation exercises. Then I said Jamaica and she looked as if she was in a trance. I explained what had happened to Lisa and then turned back to Shawna. I did the footstool thing and then the floating arm shtick. Then I asked Lisa if there was anything she would like to see Shawna do that she normally wouldn't do. Lisa thought about it and said, "I know. She always brags about giving you the best foot massages. Why don't you make her give me one?" I agreed, and after a few instructions, Shawna was on her knees in front of Lisa massaging her feet. Lisa let out a few moans and said it was wonderful. She couldn't stop giggling though. Mark and I both laughed. I asked Lisa if she was ready, but she said she was enjoying the massage too much. "Why don't you hypnotize Mark first? If you can hypnotize him, then I'll believe you can hypnotize me. No one is more stubborn than Mark." Mark agreed to do it, but only if I didn't make him do anything stupid. I told him not to be silly. I was his best friend, and if you couldn't trust your best friend, then who could you trust. Mark took his place in the chair and I went through the routine again. I winked at him. He smiled slightly and I knew he was going to pretend. I spent a couple minutes relaxing him and then told him he was hypnotized. He looked forward as if in a trance. Then I explained to Lisa that hypnosis was so powerful that I should be able to make Mark stronger than he ever was before. I told Mark to sit still and then I left the room and came back with a bundle of clothesline rope and scissors. I tied his wrists to the arms of the chair, his ankles to the legs of the chair and then his waist to the back of the chair. Then I told him that he was not tied up and to stand up. Mark pulled with all his might, but couldn't get loose. Lisa said that was amazing that he couldn't get up. Mark looked confused. I told him to relax and he did. Then I turned to Lisa and said, "Now that he really believes he's tied up, there is no way he can get out of the chair. He really sees and feels the ropes, even though there aren't any. Lisa almost lost it. She started to giggle. Mark tried to pull his arms and legs free, but couldn't budge the ropes. He said, "That's bullshit. I see the ropes right here." With that we both started laughing. Mark looked confused. He looked at his bondage and started to wonder if he was hypnotized. He pulled at them again and I told him that he shouldn't overdo it, even though the ropes aren't real, he would have bruises tomorrow because he believed they were there. I turned to Lisa and asked if she was convinced. She replied, "Oh my God! Yes, I'm ready now. What do I have to do?" I told Shawna she could stop massaging now and then I gave her the command to wake up. Shawna looked surprised to find herself kneeling in front of Lisa. We explained what had happened and told her about Mark. Shawna looked at Mark and exclaimed surprise that he thought he was tied up. That was the clincher. I think Mark really believed he had been hypnotized. Shawna sat back down on the sofa and, since Mark was in the chair, I had Lisa sit in the loveseat across the coffee table from him. I went through the relaxation exercises for a couple minutes and then dropped her into a deep trance. Once she was under I had her pretend her arm was floating and then I made her do a cheer as if she was a cheerleader at a football game. We all laughed and then I asked Shawna if there was anything she'd like to see Lisa do. Lisa though about it and decided she wanted a foot massage. Soon Lisa was on her knees giving Shawna a great massage. I looked at Mark and smiled. "What do ya think Mark? Anything special you'd like me to make her do?" Mark looked a little stunned. He still hadn't gotten over the ropes that held him down. He hesitated, so I said, "Don't worry, I know just what to do now." I turned back to Shawna and said Jamaica. She instantly stared blankly as if in a trance. Then I commanded Lisa to stand up. I grabbed the TV remote and changed it to a music channel. Grinning like a schoolboy, I told her to do a strip tease for us. Lisa didn't hesitate. She started gyrating to the music and unbuttoning her white blouse. I looked at Mark. His eyed were wide as he watched his wife pull her shirt off and then start on her jeans. He said, "I'm not so sure this is a good idea Justin." I laughed and said, "Come on Mark. Just a couple nights ago you said you'd make her do a striptease and then give me a killer lap dance. You don't think I'd pass up on that offer, did you?" Lisa kicked off her jeans and came to wiggle her panty-covered ass in Mark's face. Then she danced to me as she unfastened her bra. She dropped the bra off her lovely tits right in front of me and shook them in my face. I reached up and pinched her butt. Then she seductively slipped her thumbs under the waistband of her panties and playfully pulled at them. She turned away from me and, keeping her back and legs straight, she bent at the waist as she pulled them down to her ankles. What a view to behold. I had dreamed of Lisa ever since I met her and finally I was going to have her. I almost came in my pants right then, but I held back because I knew it was going to get much better. Lisa stood up and kicked off her panties. Then she danced in front of Mark for a minute before coming back to me. Staring directly at her charms, I commented, "Mark, your wife has great tits and a very fuckable ass. You are one lucky son of a bitch!" Mark didn't say anything, but kind of grunted something. The song ended and Lisa sat down in the chair across from Mark. I told Shawna to stand up. She quickly stood. Then I told her to do a strip tease for us. She immediately began a repeat of her performance two nights ago. While she pulled her T-shirt over her head I told Lisa to give me a killer lap dance. She jumped up and came to sit on my lap. She immediately shoved her breasts in my face and started to grind her hips as she straddled my legs. I grabbed her ass in both hands and squeezed. She leaned back to play with her own nipples and I glanced over at Mark. He had a look of shock and awe. He didn't know weather to watch Shawna strip or Lisa grinding on me. I laughed and then sucked Lisa's nipple into my mouth. I was in heaven. Lisa turned around and ground her ass into my crotch while I pawed at her tits. Then I reached between her spread open legs and started fingering her. Just to make sure Mark noticed I said, "Mark, your wife gets so wet. I think she likes this." I looked over to see that Shawna was down to her panties and was teasingly gyrating in front of him. By the time the song was over, Lisa was close to orgasm. Shawna sat down and Lisa sat in her chair again. I told Mark I had to use the restroom, but to keep him entertained I had a special treat in mind. I told Lisa and Shawna that they were bisexual lovers and to make out on the sofa. Lisa walked to the sofa and sat down next to Shawna. Both women looked a little shocked, but after only a moment's hesitation the locked in an embrace, kissing passionately. I went to the bathroom and relieved myself quickly. When I returned Shawna was on her back and Lisa was on top of her kissing her breasts. They were both obviously enjoying this by now. I had always known that Shawna had fantasized about being with another woman. I even suspected that she was attracted to Lisa, but the way Lisa was attacking Shawna told me Lisa had shared the same fantasy. I had planned on making them do a sixty-nine or take turns eating each other, but they progressed very well on their own accord. The site was so mesmerizing that I had to unzip and stroke my hardon. I was in the process of pulling it out when I saw Mark look nervously at me. Lisa was now on her knees in front of the sofa, eating Shawna's pussy. I stood and pulled the rest of my clothes off. Lowering myself to my knees behind Lisa, I had an evil thought. I caressed her ass and even fingered her a little. Then I ran to the bedroom for the Polaroid. Thank God Shawna bought film in bulk. I grabbed several packs of film and came back to the living room. Shawna was making low moaning noises now. I slapped a flash stick in and proceeded to shoot photos. The women would have been furious, but they were a little busy and besides, they couldn't blow their cover. They were only pretending to be hypnotized. I got down behind Lisa and snapped a couple photos of her sweet ass and juicy slit. Then I lined up behind her and eased my raging boner into the tightest, smoothest, juiciest pussy I had ever felt. Man she was hot. She immediately started bucking back against me. I pulled halfway out a snapped a picture of my cock going into her. I turned and took a picture of Mark tied to the chair. His face was frozen in a look of shock and jealousy. Shawna came hard and loud. I pulled out and made Lisa lay face up on the coffee table. I positioned Shawna on her knees on top of Lisa. Mark had the perfect vantage point as I alternated between fucking Lisa and the Shawna. While I kept switching they kissed and moaned. It was quite a sight. Then I made Shawna slide down between Lisa's legs and told her to give her the best orgasm ever. Shawna didn't waste any time. She dove right in like a pro. I moved around to the other side and presented my cock to Lisa's mouth. She gobbled it down and did things with her tongue that I never dreamed of. I played with her tits and knew I was ready to come soon. I grabbed the camera again and snapped photos of Lisa swallowing my dick. Then I came deep in her throat and she held out her tongue to show us the semen in her mouth. I snapped another photo and told her to swallow it. Lisa swallowed my cum and then sucked my still hard cock into her mouth. After a minute I moved around behind Shawna and told Mark, "I've always wanted to fuck Shawna's in the ass, but she would never let me. Now she doesn't have a choice." I lined up my dick against her brown button and pushed. I looked Mark in the eyes ass I slowly sank into her ass. Soon I was buried to the hilt and started pumping back and forth. The look on Mark's face was incredulous. I asked him if he ever fucked Lisa in the ass. He blinked as if in thought and then replied, "No, she wont let me." With that Lisa started her orgasm and boy did she go wild. Shawna could barely hold on, except her head was trapped between Lisa's clamped legs. I was in for a wild ride as well. Shawna wiggled all over, driving me crazy with my cock in her ass. When Lisa released Shawna from her legs I pulled out and told Lisa to bend over the coffee table on her knees. I kneeled between her legs and lined up my dick with her anus. I asked Lisa if she had ever had anal sex. She said no. I asked her if she wanted me to fuck her in the ass and she said yes. Mark looked stunned. I told her to tell Mark I was going to butt-fuck his sweet wife. She looked up at him and said, matter-of-factly, Justin's going to butt-fuck my sweet ass honey. I eased the head into her rectum and she tensed up. I told her to tell her husband what was happening. Lisa said, "His hard cock is trying to push in, but it's so big it hurts a little." I pulled back and then pushed more insistently. "He's in! He got the tip in. Oh my God!" I paused until she relaxed and eased a little more in. "Honey! He's halfway up my ass. It's stretching me so tight." I paused again and then pushed hard until I was all the way in. "Sweetie, he's all the way in! He's got his big cock all the way inside of my ass. It feels so big, but kinda good." Then I pulled almost all the way out and started to slowly fuck her. "Oh God! He's fucking my asshole. He's fucking my ass honey. Oh shit! It feels so big. It's so good. Fuck me harder now Justin. Fuck my cherry ass." That was all the encouragement I needed. I started sawing in and out of her ass. It was actually the tightest hole my dick had ever been in. I made Shawna crawl under Lisa and lick her pussy while I fucked her ass. Lisa started licking Shawna's pussy. Ten minutes later we all came within seconds of each other. I sat back on the sofa with a woman on each side. Looking over at Mark I commented, "Oh sorry Mark. You're probably rock hard this whole time. Lisa, unzip him and let his cock have room to breath. Lisa crawled to him and unzipped him. As she reached in she said, "Well it looks like you came already sweetie. Sure enough, he was rock hard, but the wet spot in his pants was clear to everyone. With that, I ordered the women to the bedroom for more fun and games. As soon as we entered the bedroom Lisa knelt in front of me and started licking my cock. Cleaning the spunk and even a little shit from it with her tongue. Shawna knelt beside her and eagerly licked me as well. The rest of the night was a blur of sex. I was no longer in control, but both women made sure I was rock hard all night. It must have been surreal for Mark. He could hear us and see an occasional flash from the camera, but that was it. I awoke after a 20-minute catnap around five in the morning. As I made my way to the bathroom I remembered poor Mark. I went to the living room to find him sleeping in the chair. I took the scissors and clipped the rope, careful not to wake him. Then I hid the pieces of rope in the bathroom while I pissed. I woke the woman and endured another fuck and suck session. Then we showered and dressed. We all kissed passionately and then we snuck into the living room. I stood next to Mark and snapped my fingers until he awoke. He looked at the women and then me. They were fully dressed and asleep on the couch. There were no signs of the Polaroid's or the ropes or anything, except bruises on his wrists and his limp cock was hanging out of his fly. He stood up and excused himself to the restroom. When he came back he asked what happened. I explained that he could probably remember most of what happened last night. He ran his hand through his hair and said, "I thought so." He sounded a bit humble. Thank God! I was worried he might be pissed. We went into the kitchen and had coffee. I finally explained, "You probably don't remember, but you told me all about what you did to Shawna." Mark tried to look confused. I continued, "You even told me where you hid the photos. I have them now, along with the ones from last night. I even have a couple of you jacking off while I fucked your wife." He winced at that one. We were silent for a few moments until he sheepishly said, "So that's why you had anal sex with her huh? I guess I had that coming." I just nodded. He looked at me and said, "I'm sorry Justin. I'll never try anything like that again. I swear. I wasn't going to show those pictures to anyone. I just couldn't resist. Ya gotta believe me." I raised my coffee cup as if in toast and replied, "I know Mark. I know." I took a sip. "By the way, I changed the code word for Shawna's hypnosis so you couldn't use it. Maybe some day you'll learn the code word for Lisa." Mark's jaw dropped open. We woke the women and Lisa and Mark said their polite goodbyes. As luck would have it, my orders for Korea were rescinded and Mark had to go in my place. Lisa actually moved in with us while he was gone for one year. He came back to visit for a couple weeks after seven months. He even thanked me for taking such good care of his wife while he was gone. Lisa and Shawna enjoyed the hypnosis game so much that we played it often. But all that is for another story. I did get orders for Germany and Shawna and I left just a week before Mark got back to the states.

Sandra after University by Vanessa Evans Part 5 I decided to walk the short distance from where I’d parked the Moke to the gym dressed as I was and the 2 guys who were finishing painting the new signage above the gym seemed quite pleased to see me standing watching them. George saw me standing there and came out to greet me and we stood in the street looking at the new signage, both of us pleased with what had been done. “Have you got any clothes with you Sandra?” George finally asked. “Yes, there’s a skirt in the lock box.” I replied. “Okay, you go and put it on while I tell Catalina that we’re disappearing for a while. We’ll go and get a drink and a snack before it’s time for your workout.” “Okay, something made me think about food a bit ago so I am a little peckish.” As we were doing that a couple of teenage girls walked by. The both looked at me and they obviously saw that I was topless but it was only a quick look and they just kept walking. George and I walked to Andy and Janice’s cafe and sat at a table. Andy sort of crept up on us and his first words were, “There’s my cute little bubble butt, can I have a quick rub to keep me going?” George and I looked at each other, we both smiled and I stood up and leant forwards a bit. Andy’s hand went straight to my butt, rubbed around it then between my legs. His fingers slid along my slit then he held up his hand as I sat down again. “I see you can’t wait for me to give you a good spanking.” Andy said as we all saw his wet fingers. I smiled and sucked his fingers dry before he said, “A real winner George, what can I get for you?” As we sat and ordered just a snack and a drink George told me that he’d brought forward the pre-party party to that night and he asked Andy if he and Janice would be there and if he’d managed to organise a little buffet. “Of course we will be there George,” Andy replied, “there’s no way that I’d miss the opportunity to get my hands on this amazing little body.” As he was saying that, one of Andy’s hands reached out and gently held one of my little tits. “Magnificent.” Andy continued, “And don’t worry about the food, Janice has it all in hand.” “The apple pie and beer were just what I needed as we talked, well mainly me telling George all about my day and all its interesting encounters.” “So are you going to let those 4 guys gang-bang you Sandra?” George asked. “Would it bother you if I did George?” “No, it’s your body to do with as you please. I have no claim on you. The only thing that I ask is that don’t bring any unpleasant bugs into our bed.” “Well I can’t see it happening anyway,” I replied, “they won’t be able to keep up with me.” “Are you sure Sandra.” “Just make sure that you’re there at the end of my workout George.” “I will.” As we headed back to the gym I asked George just how many people were going to be at the pre-party party. “Eight plus you and me. Tony and Angela, Andy and Janice, then 4 whom you haven’t met yet. James and Emma who have a little Real Estate business here and John and Mary who have one of the department stores in town. They’re all nice people and you won’t feel out of place or uncomfortable with any of them, I promise you.” As we walked into the gym Catalina said, “Hola, you have a visitor Sandra.” “What? Who? I don’t know anyone here.” “I guess that you do Sandra.” George said. “She’s waiting for you in the ladies changing room.” “Okay,” I said, “I guess that I’d better go and see who it is. George, are you sure that it’s okay having such explicit posters on the walls in this area, everyone walking down the street can see them?” “Let me worry about that Sandra, you go and get ready and see who your visitor is.” I took a towel and the key to the locker that I had claimed as my own and headed to the ladies changing room where I saw a naked girl sat on a bench with her back to me. “Hello, can I help you?” I said then my question was answered and a big smile came on my face. “Hi there Lucy, how are you?” I said as Lucy stood and turned to face me. “I’m good thanks, and I saw the poster in the club when I went in at lunchtime and decided to see if I could get a free workout. I promised the girl on reception that I was going to workout naked like you so she let me in without paying.” “Catalina, she’s a treasure, George is lucky to have her.” “So how does this work Sandra, do I just do my own thing or am I supposed to do the same as you?” “That’s up to you Lucy but I was considering starting a sort of class, with me leading and the other girls following. That way the guys will get very explicit views of the girls, assuming that more girls decide to come along.” “I’m here aren’t I, and I’m sure that more will follow, I mean, what reasonable looking girl wouldn’t want to show her stuff to lots of cute guys? Why isn’t that receptionist girl joining in?” “Catalina is a bit shy, but we’re working on her. What about any other girls at your club?” “There’s a couple who I think would be interested, especially when I go back and tell them how much fun I’m sure that I’m going to have.” “And I’m sure that you will Lucy, but before I go in there I need a shower, I’ve been handing out flyers at the beach all day and I’m covered in sweat and dust.” “You look good to me girl.” “Thanks, but I’m still having a shower.” We chatted some more as I had a quick shower managing to keep my hair just about dry, then dried myself and looked at Lucy. “You okay girl, you look a bit nervous.” I asked. “Yeah, I’m fine, just showing more than I do at the club and I’m sure that the lights will be brighter here.” “You’ll be fine, just do what I do and don’t look at the guys if you don’t want to.” “But I want to look, see their faces.” “And the bulges in their shorts.” “Those as well.” “Come on girl, let’s do it.” We walked out of the changing room just as another girl was walking in. She saw that we were both naked, smiled and said hello. Outside the workout room, Lucy and I looked at each other, took a deep breath then opened the door. “Wow, that’s more cocks than I expected.” Lucy whispered. “Yes, me too.” I whispered back and thought that this was the biggest audience so far. Two guys walked up to us and I recognised them immediately from that afternoon. “Hi Suzie,” one of them said, “I told you that we’d come and take you on.” I turned to Lucy and said, “I met these 4 guys this afternoon and I promised them that if they did everything that I did, only better, then they could gang-bang me afterwards.” “What! But they’re guys, they’re bound to be stronger.” “Relax Lucy, I’ve got this covered.” Then I whispered to Lucy, “By the way, I’m Suzie in here, like it says in the posters.” “Right Suzie,” Lucy loudly said, “let’s show these guys how to do a proper workout.” Just then George walked in and I said, “George, these 4 guys reckon that they can do everything that I do, only better, will you watch us and be the judge please?” Then I turned to the 4 guys and continued, “There you are guys, now you can’t accuse is of any female bias.” “Like we’d need to do that.” One of the guys said. I turned to Lucy and said, “You follow me round then George can keep an eye on the 4 guys.” Lucy nodded her head as we walked to the exercise bikes and she smiled and copied me as I adjusted the height of the saddle. She did the same on the bike next to me. As I started to pedal I looked at Lucy in the mirror and saw that she looked as comfortable being naked with all those guys around as I did. I guessed that her working at the club wearing just an ultra short skirt and probably getting groped every night had got rid of any shyness that she may have had. A couple of the guys took the other 2 bikes and were soon pedalling faster than either Lucy or I were. Lucy and I kept on, sliding from side to side on the saddles at a steady pace until I orgasmed first, quickly followed by Lucy. When I was back to normal I climbed off the bike and let one of the other guys get on it. I saw him look at the wet saddle and I said, “Don’t worry mate, I don’t expect you to cum like I did.” I was just about to move on to the next machine when I saw and heard Lucy cumming. By the time that I’d got my machine setup Lucy had joined me. “That one next.” I said pointing to another machine, “you use that then we’ll swap.” “That was good on the bikes,” Lucy quietly said, “I never thought of raising the saddle like that until I saw you do it.” “Yeah, it is fun,” I quietly said back, “have you noticed that just about everyone else in the room has stopped exercising and is watching us?” “I have, this is so much more fun that working at the club.” Lucy replied. Lucy and I continued using the machines until the last one on my routine then I took Lucy to the water machine whilst we waited for the 4 guys to catch us up. I have to say that they were working hard. When the first 2 came over to us one of them said, “That was easy Suzie, time to pay-up soon.” “We’re not done yet mate,” I replied, “the second part is on the mats so we can all do it together, like a yoga instructor taking a class.” “So we can watch you two bending over from behind you.” The other guy said. “Something like that.” I replied as I heard Lucy giggle a bit, Once all 4 guys had finished on the machines I said, “Right, the second half is on the mats, you 4 and Lucy stand behind me and do what I do, okay?” I looked at all 4 male faces and saw 4 smiles then I continued, “So far guys, you have kept up with me, and probably done better than me but that was all strength, now we are going to see how supple you are, are you ready to start losing?” Four confident looking guys and a smiling Lucy all nodded at me. It wasn’t long before it became very obvious that none of the guys had done any of the floor exercises before. Lucy was just about keeping up with me but the guys were comical. They were obviously doing their best, not wanting to miss out on the potential gang-bang but they didn’t really stand a chance. The 2 exercises that finished them off were firstly, the standing splits, not a cat in hells chance; and secondly the final exercise, where I put my calves behind my shoulders and do 40 Kegel exercises. “Come on guys.” I said when I had finished and got to my feet. “You haven’t even got your calves behind your shoulder yet, and you missed seeing me do my Kegels.” It was another minute or so before one of the guy’s legs fell flat on the floor and he said, “Okay Suzie, we admit defeat, we didn’t think about floor exercises.” “Thinking too much about the prize were you?” By then all 4 of them were flat on their backs on the mats and George came over and said. “I guess that you all realise that you’ve been tricked by a girl, but don’t be too hard on yourself, if I’d been you I’d have fallen for it as well. Never mind, there’s plenty of girls out there, the night is still young and you still might score.” Four dejected young men left the workout room which slowly started getting back to normal. Lucy came over to George and I and said, “That was fun, I’m assuming that you were playing them along all the time Suzie, sorry Sandra?” “I was, guys are so predictable Lucy, and you can call me whichever name that you want.” “I hate to spoil your fun girls,” George said, “but Sandra and I have somewhere that we have to be. You work at the Pink Pussy Kat don’t you Lucy? Are we going to see more of you here on an evening, you’re just the sort of girl that this place needs. Sorry, I didn’t mean that to sound offensive.” “None taken George, and yes, I do work at the Pink Pussy Kat, I’m sure that you’ve had your hand up my skirt a few times in there, and I don’t think that there’s any more of me to see but you will see me here quite often, assuming that you don’t start charging me, it’s fun teasing all those guys.” “No Lucy, just so long as you workout like that you can come here as often as you want and we won’t charge you. Come on Sandra, shower.” Lucy and I went off to the shower and were talking when another girl joined us. It was the one that I’d noticed before we started our workout. I’d also noticed her standing in the background watching us doing our workout. “Hi.” The naked girl said as she stepped under a shower head. “Hey.” Both Lucy and I replied. “I’m Chloe, I came to see if what it said on the flyer as right.” “Well now you know,” I replied, “I’m Sandra, or Suzie, whichever, and this is Lucy. Does this mean that you will be coming back for free workouts Chloe?” “They’re really free?” Chloe asked. “If you workout like we did, then yes, totally free.” I replied, “I’m here every night around this time, I’m thinking of running a sort of informal class for girls who don’t workout that often and want and excuse to show-off their goodies, it’s great watching the guys watching us.” “I don’t start work until 9 so it would fit in with my schedule.” Chloe said, “Mine too,” Lucy added, “I work at the Pink Pussy Kat so this is going to be great for me, get me all horny before I start work so that I’ll enjoy all those wandering hands even more. Maybe even get an orgasm or two out of them.” “Yeah, I work at that big, famous club by the harbour,” Chloe said, “so it will fit in well for me as well.” By then I was finished showering so I told Lucy and Chloe that I had to go. “What about your hair?” Chloe asked. “It can blow dry on the way.” I replied as I quickly got dried. “Is Sandra going to wherever like that?” I heard Chloe as as the naked me went out of the door. I didn’t hear Lucy’s answer. “I’ve loaded the Moke.” George said as I got to the entrance. Thirty seconds later, the still very naked me was sat in the Moke’s passenger seat and we were zooming down the road. At the villa there was a small van outside and as we pulled up I saw Andy and Janice get out. Andy said hello by asking if my butt was ready to be spanked. “Stop harassing the poor girl Andy.” Janice said before turning to me and continuing, “he’s quite harmless really.” “I’m looking forward to it.” I replied as we all started unloading the van and the Moke. I started helping Janice and Andy putting the snacks on a table by the pool but that didn’t last long because the others started to arrive. Tony and Angela were the first, Tony commenting on me adapting to the Ibiza lifestyle very well. We hadn’t been chatting very long when the first strangers, to me that is, arrived and George introduced me to John and Mary, George telling me that John and Mary owned a small department store in Ibiza town. The final guests arrived shortly after I’d decided that both John and Mary were very friendly and easy to talk to. James and Emma were also very friendly and easy to talk to and George told me that they owned an Estate Agents and had actually sold the villa that we were standing outside to George quite a few years ago. George pulled me to one side and told me that everyone was there and he asked me how I was feeling. I was pleased with myself when I told him that I was feeling quite comfortable with everyone. I was in constant demand as people wanted to know all about me. The only comment that I got about my lack of clothes was from John who jokingly said he hoped that it didn’t catch on too quickly because they sold a lot of clothes and it wouldn’t be good for their business. One time when I was talking Angela about the gym I told her that one of the girls who works at the The Pink Pussy Kat, Lucy, had started going to the gym for naked workouts. “Oh yes, I know Lucy, cute girl, she’s one of the girls who doesn’t wear knickers at work, I’ve watched her get groped and cum lots of times, one of Tony’s best girls. You know Sandra, I should get Tony to revive the wet T-shirt competitions and you should come and enter. You could even work there on our busy nights, after you’ve done your workouts at George’s gym. Hey, a better idea, how about you and Lucy doing part of your workout at the Pussy Kat. I’m sure that that would bring in the punters. From what I’ve heard about your workout they couldn’t get any more explicit if you tried.” “You mean the Kegels at the end.” I replied, “yes, they are quite explicit.” “We don’t have a licence for full on sex shows but girls doing Kegels is the next best thing.” “That does sound like fun.” I replied. “I’ll talk to Tony, I’m, 100% sure that he’s love to have you working at the club. We’d pay you of course Sandra.” “Anything that you pay me would be more than George does, I work for him for free, but he does le me live here for free and he does feed me.” “The tight git, I’ll have to have a word with him.” “No, don’t do that, I don’t need the money and I did volunteer to do it all for free.” “Well I suppose that you are getting a lot of sexual pleasure out of it Sandra, and there’s more to come later.” “I hope so.” It was then that Andy started asking when we were all going to move to the garage and after a couple of minutes I found myself walking there along with everyone else and starting to feel a little nervous but also excited, not only were my nipples and clit tingling but I could also feel my pussy getting quite wet. “Sandra,” George said once we had all walked in through the open, big doors, “tell us about this Master Thomas guy and your visits to the Gentlemen’s Club whilst I get the Sybian setup for you.” I’d guessed that that was coming but I could hear a bit of nervousness in my own voice as I started to tell them about how Isla had started it all. By the time I’d got to telling them about the contents of the envelopes that Master Thomas had given us I was starting to get quite a bit more nervous. I’d watched George mount the Sybian on some sort of wooden frame, a bit like a school gym’s vaulting horse and I’d quickly realised that once I was mounted on it with the huge dildo inside me, there was no way that I could get off without some assistance. But at the same time I was really looking forward to it, so was my pussy, I could feel my juices creeping down my inner thighs despite the air temperature still being in the high twenties. “Okay,” George announced, “enough talking, time for some action. John, James, would you care to lift Sandra up onto the Sybian.” Both James and John looked very eager to do as asked and I soon found 4 hands on my bare flesh lifting me so high that I thought that my head was going to hit the ceiling. They held me up, with my legs spread wide, at the back of the Sybian then ‘walked’ me forwards until my pussy was hovering over the dildo. “Ready Sandra?” James asked. “Ready,” I replied as my right hand went between my legs to guide the dildo into me. I let out a long sigh as I bottomed-out, then I looked around. Nine pairs if eyes were all staring at me. “That feels soo good.” I said as I sat there with no way of stopping the machine once it started, and no way of getting off it on my own. I smiled as I got a crazy image in my brain of the Sybian shaking my insides to a jelly that slowly liquefied and ran out of my body literally dripped to the floor. “I think that you’ve got some serious competition for us other girls here George.” Mary said, “look at her face, she’s in heaven.” And I was, I just love doing sexual things with people watching me. “Okay,” James said, “Are we going to put some bets on how long how long Sandra will last before she cums?” “Bloody hell, that’s a first for me.” I thought. I watched and listened as everyone guessed at how long it would be before I orgasmed. The guesses ranged from 2 to nearly 20 minutes, me strongly suspecting that I wouldn’t get anywhere near double digits of minutes. The Sybian was one with a cordless remote control and I gasped as George turned it on. Then he passed the control to Emma, who was stood next to him, who turned up the vibrations and the rotations. “One minute each then pass the control on.” I heard George say just before my brain switched to concentrating on what the dildo was doing to me. I soon realised that I was alternating between leaning forwards so that the ‘scrubbing brush’ was torturing my clit, and leaning back so that dildo rotations found my G-spot. Each time I leant backwards my right hand went to my clit and furiously rubbed my clit for a few seconds before I leant forwards again. I was in my own little pleasure world just enjoying what everyone there was doing to me. I had totally lost track of time when the first orgasm hit me and I remember shouting something like, “YES, YES, OH FUCK, MORE, FASTER, FASTER.” Then when the waves started to recede I vaguely remember shouting, “DON’T STOP, PLEASE DON’T STOP.” Seconds later another orgasm hit me, then another, then another. The next thing that I remember was being in George’s arms and Angela holding a bottle of water to my mouth. “Here, drink a little.” Angela said. “Are you okay Sandra?” James asked. I said nothing as Angela gently tipped a little water into my mouth. Even when she stopped I said nothing for ages before finally saying, “Why did you stop? Why did you take me off that thing?” That got some laughter which I countered with, “I’m serious, put me back on there.” “No Sandra,” George said, “there will be plenty of other times for you to try to kill yourself on it, I’ll rig up a harness to keep you from falling off and seriously injuring yourself, and a cord for the control, but for now, when you are ready, we have something else for you. Besides, some of the other girls want their turn on the Sybian,” I looked around and saw that Emma and Janice were already naked and Mary and Angela were in the process of stripping. “Are you ready to stand around for a bit Sandra?” George asked, “Andy is eager to spank your cute little butt.” I had no idea what position Andy was going to spank me in but I’d envisaged that I would be across his lap and feeling his boner pressing onto my stomach. I feared that I wasn’t going to feel or even see his cock. Imagine my surprise when I saw that some of them had moved a wooden frame to the front of the garage that I recognised as some sort of medieval stocks. George carried me over to it and put me down saying, “You can relax in this for a while.” I almost laughed as he gently bent me over so that my neck and wrists were in the lower grooves then John and James lowered the top down so that I was well and truly fixed in place. Then I felt my feet being eased far apart and some sort of shackles keeping me from closing my legs. My body shuddered and I moaned as someone’s fingers slid down my butt crack and between my spread labia before flicking my clit. “She’s ready.” I heard George say, then I felt hands caressing my butt and a finger going inside my vagina. “Beautiful, truly amazing.” I heard Andy say as both his hands caressed my butt for a few seconds then they disappeared. I should have guessed what was next but the swat that landed on my right butt cheek caught me by surprise. The next 9 weren’t a surprise and although they hurt they weren’t that bad. After that 10 Andy stopped and inspected my butt with his fingers. “Warming up nicely Sandra.” He said as his fingers went between my legs, along my already wet and parted labia and to my clit where he toyed with it and said, “Nice and hard Sandra, I thought that it would be when I first saw it on the beach, you are a lucky girl Sandra.” As his hand slowly withdrew, Andy turned it over and his middle 2 fingers delved deep into my vagina. He kept them bent and they quickly found my G-spot which he rubbed for a couple of seconds then he withdrew his hand and landed 10 more swats on my butt. Andy repeated the same process over and over, I have no idea how many times, and it wasn’t long before I could feel an orgasm building inside me. Just as the unknown number of sets of 10 swats started landing I started thinking that the next time that he touched my clit I was going to cum all over his hand. But after the 10 swats Andy’s hand disappeared. “You’re ready to cum aren’t you Sandra?” Andy asked. “Yes, I’m so close, please keep going Andy, please.” “Sorry Sandra but I like to keep a girl wanting more.” “No, please don’t stop Andy, you can spank me anytime. anywhere that you want, I promise, just please keep going, make me cum.” “No Sandra, it’s the turn of the others here to use your body however they want, maybe one of them will make you cum.” I was a little confused, not knowing what was going to happen to me next, but I suddenly saw George’s sandals and legs in front of me. He squat down, lifted my head so that we were looking at each other’s face and asked, “How are you doing benefits girl? Had enough yet?” “Oh I’m good, more than good, can you get your cock out and ram it in to me, either end, I just need to feel it.” I heard a little laughter before George got to his feet and said, “She’s good guys, come and help yourself.” Just then I heard a noise and looked over to the Sybian and saw Janice and Angela. Both were totally naked and Janice was riding the Sybian like I had. Within seconds, hands were all over me, outside and inside me. Somehow, through all the pleasure that those hands were giving me I managed to make out a couple of very nice compliments, “Feel these tits Emma, they feel like they’re filled with concrete.” “And her nipples feel like the end of my thumb.” Mary said. “Have you seen her clit guys,” John said. “so chewable.” There was one more comment, a question really, before the next orgasm hit me, “Do you shave your pussy every day?” James asked. Somehow I managed to say one word before I started shaking and jerking, “Laser.” By the time my orgasm was starting to recede 2 cocks were entering me, one in my pussy and the other in my mouth. I didn’t know who they belonged to but I had certainly needed the one in my pussy for ages. Over the next goodness knows how long, I’m pretty sure that I’d been fucked at both ends by 4 different cocks. I don’t think that one of them was George’s, the fucks were rougher than George usually fucks me. I’m also pretty sure that I sucked 3 cocks back to rock hard and that I received 4 lots of cum into my throat. During that last load I really struggled not to gag and swallow because I was in the middle of another orgasm when the cock started to unload. Once things went quiet I started to get my breath back and relax but when I opened my eyes I saw George squat in front of me. “Are you okay benefits girl?” George asked. “Hell yes, bring it on benefits boy.” George smiled and replied. “It’s time for dessert Sandra, you can lay flat on your back for this.” Having no idea what he meant I was happy when 2 of the guys released me from the stocks. “Can you walk Sandra?” George asked. “I think so, but I’m knackered.” I replied as I started to straighten-up. George helped me walk out of the garage and to where we had previously congregated to eat the snacks and talk. I saw everyone standing around watching me, and also that the table had been cleared. As we got to the end of the table George picked me up and lay me on the table with my knees bent over the end. “Ready?” Janice asked. “Ready.” George replied. The next thing that I knew was that food, desserts, were being placed on my torso and upper thighs. “I can’t get anything to stay on her tits, it keeps sliding off.” Emma said. “Put a couple of ring doughnuts over them.” Janice replied. Then I felt something cold and creamy on my slit then a nozzle entered my pussy and I heard and felt cold cream being squirted inside me. I gasped then thought that it actually felt quite nice. I lifted my head to see what they were doing to me and I saw gateaux, trifle and a variety of fruit all over my body. I smiled then I saw George pick up a banana, peel it and push it into my pussy. “Are you going to eat that now?” I asked. “Not me benefits girl, everyone else is.” And they did, with their tongues and mouths. I never once felt a spoon or fork on me. Obviously I enjoyed them eating and licking whatever from my tits and pussy and I’m sure that as the banana went all mushy inside me, some of it was pushed further into me where tongues couldn’t reach, but I didn’t care. It was such a sensual feeling getting licked and sucked all over. It was the women that I enjoyed the most as they really knew how to do cunnilingus and they made me cum twice, Emma saying, “I just love eating men’s cum out of another girl’s pussy.” Finally I had nothing but sticky saliva all over me and probably some banana still inside me and I looked up to see 9 people looking down on the naked me. “You okay Sandra?” George asked. “Knackered but yes, that was awesome.” “Good,” Angela said, “just one more thing for us to do before announcing that you are now one of our own little orgy group.” “Does that mean that I’ll get invited to regular orgies and gang-bangs?” I asked But I didn’t hear any answer because Andy picked up my legs, John picked up my arms and they lifted me to the side of the pool and threw me in. “Well that put some life back in to me.” I said when I surfaced and swam to the steps to climb out. Once out I went and got the end of the hosepipe that was laying around and was pleased to find that water came out when I turned it on. I then proceeded to rinse myself off before getting 2 ideas. The first idea was to stick the end of the hosepipe up my pussy to rinse out any banana and cream that may still have been inside me and everyone watched me as I did so. I’d sat on the side of one of the sun loungers and I messed about a bit, filling myself up then squirting it out. The guys cheered me on to see how far I could squirt the water. I managed about 5 metres. When I’d had enough of that I said, “Just one more thing to do.” And I turned the hosepipe to full blast and started spraying it all over the other people there. Although all the girls screamed, they were lucky in that the most that any of them were wearing was Emma, a G-string, the rest being naked. All the guys were wearing shorts and a couple were wearing T-shirts as well. I drenched all of them before George ran at me, scooped me up and jumped in the pool still holding me tight. When we got out the others decided that it was time to wrap things up and Angela and I packed all the plates and cutlery back into the boxes and carried them to the van. At the gate we waved everyone off then George put his arm round me and said that I was the best thing that had happened to him since sliced bread. We locked up and went to bed where we fucked like rabbits until we both went to sleep, me totally exhausted. ***** For the first time I woke and George and I weren’t fucking, in fact he wasn’t even on the bed. Everything was deadly quiet as I got up and went downstairs to put some coffee on. When I got to the machine I saw that it was already on and there was a note next to it. Morning benefits girl. I thought that you could do with a lay in for once so I’ve gone to the gym on the scooter. You did really well yesterday, not just the flyers, or your workout. I liked the way you teased those 4 guys. Everyone at the party was well impressed with you and are more than happy for you to be part of our swapping group. Do whatever you want today but please be at the gym in time for your workout, I’m sure that the guys are looking forward to seeing you. If you fancy handing out some more flyers come to the gym and I’ll send Catalina out with you to show you how to get to some other great beaches. See you later, Love George. I stared at the last line for ages. It was the first word that had got me. George had said that he loved me. Love was something that I had never even thought about, why would I want to get romantically involved with a guy? I was having too much fun as things were. I’d heard of and read about girls who’s fallen in love and their lives had changed. I didn’t want my life to change. I poured myself a coffee and went out and sat by the pool to think. I tried to define love, well my version of it, and I came to the conclusion that maybe I did love George but I didn’t want things to change and I hoped that George was happy with things as they were. I decided to say nothing and just see how things went. Maybe George writing ‘Love’ was just a term of endearment, that he loved me but wasn’t ‘in love’ with me. That last thought made me happy and I decided to forget about in and enjoy the sun for a while. As I lay there, enjoying the sun giving me a better all-over tan I decided that I would hand out some more flyers that day. George had mentioned a beach up the west coat that he said was quite popular and had a nude section. That part didn’t excite me that much, it was handing out flyers on the rest of the beach whilst totally naked. I’d get Catalina to come with me to show me how to get there, and maybe talk get into getting naked as well. Around lunchtime I put on one of my way too short skirts and one of my strings only G-string then put the rest of the things that I’d need into the Moke’s lock box and set off to the gym. I said hello to Catalina who told me that George was hanging one of the posters in the men’s changing room so I went in there to see him. Yes, George was there, so was a man in the showers. He didn’t turn away from me, nor try to hide his cock as I spoke to George. When I told him that I fancied handing out some flyers he told me that I’d probably enjoy doing that at the Cala Conte Beach which is up the west side of the island. When I told him that I didn’t know how to get there he told me that he’s send Catalina with me. “What do you think of that poster up there?” George asked me. “Looks good.” I replied, “but you should be asking the customers.” George turned to face the man in the shower and said, “Hey mate, what do you think of this poster?” “Can’t really see it from here.” The man replied. “Well come over here and have a look?” “Err, won’t the young lady mind?” “Hell no, you’ll see why when you look at the poster.” The naked man walked over to us with me watching his cock that was getting bigger by the second. The man looked up at the poster, then to me, then back up to the poster. “That’s you isn’t it?” He asked. “Yep.” I replied. “You look good, err Suzie, both of you.” I watched his eyes go backwards and forwards between me and me on the poster. “If you want to see more of the real Suzie come back this evening, she puts on and amazing workout don’t you Suzie?” “I do, even more revealing than what you see up there.” “Come on Suzie,” George said, “Leave the man to get changed in peace and I’ll give Catalina the good news.” We left the room, George going first, and when I gave the man one last, quick look I saw that his right hand was wanking his cock. I smiled. Catalina was happy to go for a ride and as we walked to the Moke she said, “It’s a hot one today, it’s a shame that George’s car hasn’t got air conditioning.” “I don’t think that air con would be much use without a roof on the car Catalina.” I replied as I dropped my skirt revealing one of my strings only G-strings. “Hmm, true.” Catalina replied. “You could always take some of those clothes off Catalina.” (Catalina was wearing a blouse, a bra, a skirt and presumably knickers.) “I don’t know that I could do that.” “Why not Catalina? Who’s going to see you that you know? Besides, I bet that your bra and knickers could easily be mistaken for a bikini.” “I don’t know.” “Go on, no ones going to know and I guarantee that you will feel cooler.” We climbed into the Moke and as Catalina went to put the seatbelt on she hesitated then let go of the seatbelt, took her blouse off and put the seatbelt on. “Pretty bra Catalina.” I said, “matching set?” “Yes.” “Well then I’m sure that you will look like you’re wearing a bikini. Besides, wearing that skirt you’ll look over-dressed compared to me.” Catalina thought for a couple of seconds then unfastened her skirt and managed to shuffle it off without unfastening the seatbelt. I smiled at Catalina then started the Moke and drove off. Catalina looked a little nervous as we drove through the streets of Ibiza town but as the buildings decreased in numbers she started to relaxing. By the time we got to a village called Sant Josep she was much more relaxed and she looked like she was enjoying the breeze on her normally covered bits. We came to a long straight road and Catalina said that the beach was at the end of the straight road. “We have to park in amongst the bushes at the end.” Catalina said. “Judging by the number of cars in front of us I would say that it’s going to be quite busy.” I replied. “It’s very popular.” Catalina said. We followed the car in front of us off the road and onto the very dusty land. Cars were parking anywhere and everywhere in amongst the bushes, no organisation whatsoever. When I managed to find somewhere to park I jumped out and said, “Come on Catalina, pass me your skirt and top and I’ll lock them in the lock box.” “Maybe I should put them back on?” “Don’t be daft, it’s too hot for those, look around, do you see any other girls wearing skirts and tops?” Both Catalina and I looked around and I was pleased to not see any girls wearing more than a bikini. Catalina thought for a second then passed me her skirt and top. “Second step achieved.” I thought as I locked up then hid the key. I gave Catalina a handful of the flyers and pointed her in the direction of away from the road where there weren’t as many cars nor people, then I grabbed a handful of flyers and headed towards where most of the people arriving and the heading for the beach were. I was wearing just one of my strings only G-string, sunglasses and flip flops and I spent most of the time walking directly towards people hoping that they would look at me. I wasn’t expecting to get any shocked expressions when someone saw that they could see my slit but I did get a couple of raised eyebrows, both times causing a little wet rush which quickly dried in the heat of the day. Twice I saw groups of young men heading away from their car and towards the beach and both times I changed direction and walked towards them. When I was right in front of the first group I held out a flyer and asked if I could give them it. Two of the guys put out their hands, one of them saying, “That’s one hell of a bikini bottoms that you’re nearly wearing.” “Like it?” I asked as I spread my feet knowing that they’d definitely be able to see my clit. “Hell yes,” another guy said. “It doesn’t cover much does it?” The third guy said. “It’s not supposed to,” I replied, “I want to get an all-over tan.” “You’ll get tan lines where those strings are.” The first guy replied. “Not if I keep moving them.” I said as I used my spare hand to push the string on one hip down a bit. “Hardly worth wearing it is it?” The third guy asked. “You’re right,” I replied, “but it gives guys like you something to talk about, besides, it will come off when I go onto the beach and if you want to see more of me you should come to the gym this evening.” “Do you really workout totally naked?” The guy with the flyer asked. “Me and any other girls that wants to as well. The gym owner lets us in for free if we workout totally naked.” “Isn’t it embarrassing for you?” One of the guys asked. “Why, it’s not like you can see any more of us than you can on the beach? Anyway, gotta go, lots of flyers to hand out, maybe I’ll see you on the beach later, or at the gym this evening?” I left them and seconds later I looked back and saw that they’d turned and were watching me. The second group of guys weren’t as talkative but I did spread my feet for them as I stopped in front of them forcing them to stop. I don’t have to tell you where their eyes were looking, again giving me a little wet rush. I continued putting the flyers on windscreens and handing them to every guy that looked reasonable until I ran out of them, then I went back to the Moke. Catalina wasn’t there so I sat on the front to wait for her. After a few seconds I decided that I was going to ditch the G-string ready for hitting the beach. I had just opened the lock box when Catalina returned. “You look relaxed Catalina.” I said. “Yes, I am, this bra and knickers does look like a bikini. No one gave me any disgusted looks.” “Why should they, you are an attractive young woman, you look great.” It was then that Catalina saw that I’d taken off the G-string. “Are you going onto the beach like that Sandra?” “Yes, why?” “I’m pretty sure that the main beach isn’t a nude beach.” “I haven’t seen any policemen here, have you Catalina?” “No, but they do have some security men.” “So what are they going to do, tell me to leave?” “Maybe.” “Well by that time I’ll have handed out lots of flyers so I would have been moving on to the nude beach anyway. So are you going to join me naked as well Catalina?” “I don’t think so.” “Well at least go topless, I bet that just about every woman on the beach will be topless, even the non-nude part.” “I don’t know, someone might see me.” “So what, being topless is no big deal, I bet that you’ve seen hundreds, if not thousands of topless women on the beaches Catalina.” “True, but, but my tits aren’t as nice as yours Sandra.” “Catalina, tits are tits, men love then in any shape and size, well maybe not the ones that hang down below the waist, life must be difficult for those women. Besides, your tits look good to me, what are they, a ‘B’ cup?” “Yes.” “The same a Lucy’s, the girl who worked out with me yesterday, and she wasn’t shy about letting hers free.” Catalina thought for a few seconds then reached up behind her back and unfastened her bra. “Give it to me,” I said, “I’ll lock it up to keep it safe. They look good Catalina, nice and proud, not a hint of sag.” “True, but I’m still young and they’re soft and bouncy.” “Like most women’s then, not all women are freaks like me.” “You’re not a freak Sandra, it’s just that your tits haven’t filled out yet, we all develop at a different rate.” “True, so now that we’ve established that you are just your average, beautiful Spanish girl are you ready to hit the beach, hand out some flyers then do a bit of sunbathing?” “Yes I am. Pass me some more flyers please Sandra.” The naked me and the topless Catalina started walking towards the beach as I thought, “Third step achieved, just the knickers to go but I’m not going to rush it, plenty of time.” Catalina did look a little nervous as we headed onto the road for the last hundred or so metres. Fortunately for her most people were walking the same way. The 2 old men at the barrier across the road to stop cars going the last bit didn’t give us more than a cursory glance but after we’d passed them Catalina quietly said, “I thought that those 2 old men might say something about me being topless.” “Sorry to spoil your fun Catalina but they were more likely to say something about me, I’m the totally naked girl.” As we walked the last bit a bus passed us then stopped and dozens of people got off, all headed straight towards the beaches. “It’s that way.” Catalina said. “I guessed that.” I replied as I looked at Catalina and saw that her tits were wobbling as she walked. Something that I’ve never noticed mine do. We went down the concrete ramp and onto the beach and I went to the people nearest the sea whilst Catalina started at the back. I immediately noticed some people staring at the naked me but I ignored them and started handing the flyers to the youngish people who were there. I got to the first group of 4 guys that I’d gone up to in the car park and as I got close one of them said, “Hey guys, that chic from the car park is here and she’s even more naked.” The other 3 guys turned and looked as I squat down in front of them with my knees wide apart. I was between them and the sea which was the way they were all looking. “Hi guys, enjoying the sun and the view?” “Hell yeah,” one of them said, another said, “And the view just got a lot better as well.” “Oh boys, are you looking at my pussy, that’s rude, you should be looking at my face.” “You don’t want us to look at your face do you Suzie?” one of the guys said, “if you did you wouldn’t be squatting down like that. I must say that your tits and pussy look superb Suzie.” “Yeah,” another of the guys said, “those nipps and that clit look so chewable.” “Don’t those nipple barbell things get hot in the sun?” Another guy asked. “I could suck them to keep them cool.” “Now now guys, no sex on the beach, I just came over to see if you’ve decided to come to the gym this evening, or maybe tomorrow evening. I’m there every evening.” “And you really workout like that every evening?” One of the guys asked. “That’s what I said wasn’t it, it’s no fun wearing clothes. Well gotta go guys, flyers to deliver. See you this evening.” I stood up and moved on to a middle-aged guy who had been watching me. He was on his own. laying on his back up on his elbows. I stood real close to him with my feet well apart and said, “You look like you workout sir, fancy coming to this gym on an evening, you can watch me working out like this whilst you’re there.” I handed the man a flyer thinking that by the looks of him he’d never been to a gym in his life but it was good to tease him. I made it to the end of the beach where Catalina was waiting for me. As I got close she said, “You’re such a tease Sandra.” “Yes I am, and I love it, and so do the guys, you should try it Catalina, it will make you feel good. Shall we move on to the other beach, where is it?” “Back the way we came Sandra, it’s down some steep steps, not that I’ve ever been down there, whenever I came here with my parents they said that I was too young to go there.” “Well you’re an adult now so you can go wherever you want. You can even take those knickers off if you want.” “I don’t know about that.” Catalina replied. I’d sown the seed and I left it at that. We walked off the beach, up the ramp, passed the cafe and along the edge of the rocks. “Where’s the security guards that you told me about Catalina?” I asked. “I have no idea, the last time that I was here they looked so big and terrifying.” “They’re just men.” I replied. As we walked along I got a few stares from people walking the other way but I ignored them, mainly because I was looking down at the rocks and the people swimming. Then we came to some steps down, yes they were steep but the little beach at the bottom looked inviting. I went down the steep and uneven steps first and I smiled at the handful of people who were coming up, their eyes weren’t really on mine but on my pussy and tits as the climbed right in front of me. As we got to the little beach bar I turned and went to it. There was a youngish guy serving and I saw his eyes look me up and down as I approached him. “Hi, could I ask you to put some of these on your counter please?” I asked. “Seguro hermosa dama.” He replied. I hadn’t a clue what he had said to me but he put his hand out and I put about a dozen flyers in his hand. “Muchas gracias.” I replied. I saw him look at the top flyer then look up at me and smile. I smiled back then turned and left. “This won’t take long, there’s only about 50 people here and most of them look quite old.” Catalina said. “We’ll go for a swim when we’re are done.” I replied. I ignored Catalina protests about not having a swimsuit or a towel and started looking for suitable guys to hand flyers to. Ten minutes later Catalina and I were stood next to each other looking out to sea. “It looks inviting.” I said. “Si, but I don’t have a swimsuit or a towel.” Catalina replied. “It looks like you have 2 choices Catalina, either go in like that then have to cope with riding back with wet knickers, or you could take them off, go skinny dipping then put them back on when the sun has dried you. “I can’t go skinny dipping.” Catalina replied. “Why not? Just about everyone else here is totally naked, have you seen anyone that you know?” “No.” “Then why not do what everyone else here is doing?” Catalina though for a few seconds then quickly pulled down her knickers revealing a thick black bush.” “My gawd,” I thought, “you have to shave that lot off Catalina.” But I actually said nothing. Putting the flyers down with Catalina’s knickers and partially covering them in sand to stop them blowing away, I followed Catalina who had almost run into the water. I guessed that she was trying to avoid being seen naked which was stupid because there were naked people all around her. Anyway, we splashed each other and messed around for a few minutes then I asked Catalina, “So what do you think about skinny dipping?” “It’s, it’s good, I never thought that it could feel so much better that with a swimsuit on. Does it feel even better with no hair down there?” “Yes It does Catalina, I never thought that it would but it does.” “I feel sort of free, natural.” “Yes, we weren’t born in clothes, nor hair on our bodies and going back to how nature intended us to be feels so good.” I said. “Being like this makes me feel good about myself.” “Exactly Catalina, you should try it more often. Here, give me your hand and we’ll walk around a bit.” “On the beach, out of the water? I’m not sure about that.” Catalina replied. But by then I had hold of Catalina’s hand and we were wading out of the water and Catalina’s spare hand was hovering in front of her big black bush. “Don’t try to cover yourself Catalina, that will only attract everyone’s attention.” “I think that my bush is doing that already, nearly all the other women are bald down there like you are Sandra.” As we walked along the water’s edge I said, “Yes, I have had laser hair removal treatment so I will never have a bush again and I feel so much more natural, and sexy, without pubic hair.” “Maybe I should do the same.” “I can guarantee that you won’t regret it Catalina and all the handsome young men who come to the gym will appreciate you more.” “You mean doing your workout, like this Sandra?” “Of course, it’s natural, the ancient Greeks used to exercise naked.” “I don’t know Sandra, what will George think, and what if someone that I know comes to the gym and sees me?” “So what? You can’t go through life worrying about what other people think of you, do you think that my mother would be happy if she knew about my workouts and what I wear, or should I say don’t wear, most of the time?” We got to the end of the beach and turned (the whole beach is probably less that 100 metres long). “Besides Catalina, how do you know that your friends and family don’t come to this very beach sometimes? Maybe that girl over there laying on her stomach is one of your friends?” “I don’t think so, I can’t see her face, but you are right Sandra. I have to live my life how I want to not how I think other people think I should.” “So does that mean that you will join me for my workout this evening?” “Maybe, I do need to get more exercise.” By that time we’d reached the other end of the beach and the sun had dried our bodies. It was a more relaxed Catalina that walked to where we had left the flyers and her knickers. “Don’t put those on yet Catalina, lets see if you can make it back to the Moke like that.” Catalina looked at me for a few seconds then I watched as she bunched her knickers in her hand then said, “Come on, let’s go before I lose my nerve.” “Good girl.” I replied, “you won’t regret it.” “Do you want to hold my hand Catalina?” I asked when we got to the top of the steep steps. “No, I’m okay, this isn’t as nerve-racking as I thought it would be.” After we crossed the open space and got to the road I saw about a dozen people walking towards us and I wondered how Catalina was feeling. “Are you okay Catalina?” I quietly asked. “I think so.” “Just act as if you have your best summer dress on.” I quietly said. I felt one of Catalina’s hands find mine and I gently squeezed it as we got right in front of the people, some of them staring at the 2 naked young women and some looking anywhere but at us. We continued walking and saw more people and the 2 old men at the barrier across the road. No one said anything to us. There were more people wandering around the car park and we made it back to the Moke with Catalina having let go of my hand. “So Catalina, how was that experience, what was it like to be naked in public?” “Well I never thought that I even wanted to try it but now that I have I actually enjoyed it, I’ve never felt so free, so natural and I’m actually feeling quite horny, my pussy is all wet.” “And your nipples look very hard too Catalina.” “They are, and they’re tingling too.” “So you’re going to get naked again?” “Yes, I think that I will.” “Catalina, when we walked back here I saw some cars turning into a car park on the other side of the road, did you put any flyers on the cars over there?” “No.” “Neither did I, do you fancy putting some on them now, I’ll get the Moke and out wait for you at the entrance.” “On my own?” Catalina asked. “Yes, why not?” Catalina though for a few seconds then grabbed a handful of the flyers and set off. I watched her for a couple of seconds, thinking that she has a cute butt and that she had come a long way since I first met her, then I climbed into the Moke and drove after her. I watched Catalina finish walking around the parked cars then back to me. As she walked towards me a middle-aged couple walked into the car park and right passed Catalina. As she got to the Moke she asked for her clothes. “They’re in the lock box, we’ll get them out when we park at the gym.” I replied. “But ……….” Catalina was quiet for a few seconds then climbed in and put her seatbelt on. As we drove off down the road I was pleased with Catalina and that pleasure increased when she said, “I’ll need to go to a shop when we get back to buy some razors.” I smiled. Catalina started to look a little nervous as we approached Ibiza town so I pulled off the road into a quiet street and told her that we could get dressed there. Catalina thanked me as I got out and opened the lock box. I put on just my way too short skirt and I was pleased to see that Catalina put on just her blouse and skirt leaving her bra and knickers in the lock box. I stopped again at the first little supermarket that I saw, got my little bag out of the lock box and said, “Come on I’ll treat you to some shaving things.” “You’re going into the supermarket like that?” Catalina asked. “Yes, why not?” My little pointed tits and barbells led the way into the shop, the young shop assistant girl only staring at me for a couple of seconds.

Sylvie's Quest by paul2021 Sylvie dares to dive but how deep will she go? SUMMER: Sylvie lay on a beach towel, nude and shining, offering her body to the soporific mid-day Norfolk sun. She languidly let the tips of her fingers drift down over her glistening breasts and her soft tummy to settle familiarly on the mouth of her depilated cunt -- not to fuck herself -- just to feel the soft lubricious smoothness she now loved so much. Today, she needed to calm, relax and think clearly and the beach was the perfect place. The Norfolk sand dunes and pine forests ran east-west for miles and were deserted if you knew where to park to avoid the day-trippers. Sylvie would always take the jeep down the farm track near the cottage and out across the flats to the wood at the back of the beach. Here she would find a secluded spot in the dunes to undress, sunbathe and swim without any disturbance. It had been an eventful month since Tim had gone away so urgently. First his credit card was cancelled, forcing her to raid the stash of spare cash at the cottage and ask Jake for a loan which was disappearing too fast. Finally, the biggest shock of all - she was called over to Tim's solicitors in Norwich to find that, if she could please sign the documents, she would become the sole owner of "Old Wood Cottage"! It was all too much! Tim had gone incommunicado so she had to live somehow and, if she could earn some money, she might survive without needing to sell or raise a loan. She had grown to love "Old Wood Cottage", and, in her mind, she was only a caretaker. After all, Tim would soon be back to re-claim her and the cottage -- wouldn't he? ****** Her first job application was as a lifeguard at the local tourist beach. She had always been a strong swimmer and on the day of her "audition", knowing that the supervisors were all male, she made a special effort. That particular morning coincided with Jack's day at the cottage. Jack was one of the young village crowd and Tim had employed him to maintain the garden and clear some of the Wood at the back. Sylvie chose that morning to reduce his pay-packet and, after softening him up by sunbathing topless on the patio, he was very sweet and blushingly agreed to stay on the lower rate until Tim returned. This was her first win -- and now for the lifeguards. She slipped on her red thong bikini - the halter neck was daringly slim fitting, and the bottoms were outlandishly cheeky. She was sure that would be sufficient to impress, and, after her last visit to the spa, her crotch was clean. With her denim shorts and crop top she was decent and, following a quick word with Jack, she left him to the garden, ran the jeep out of the garage, and she was off - soft top down and wind cooling as she drove through the quiet Norfolk country lanes. The car park was empty when she arrived, and she was early for her interview. Feeling the refreshing breeze off the cobalt blue sea, she decided to walk along the surf in the sunshine, kicking the water with the soles of her bare feet like a child. She relaxed and time passed quickly, and it was soon time to head up to the Lifeguard Station. ****** Dave and Nick were both dishy sun-bleached blonds, deep tanned with the strong scent of sunblock. Dave the older of the two was down from London for the season. Nick was younger -- Sylvie recognised him as another member of the young village gang who were regulars at the "Jolly Sailors". After filling in the forms it was time. Dave suggested that Sylvie could leave her stuff in the back room and when she appeared in her costume Nick whistled -- the boys would be queuing up to be rescued by this one! Sylvie was surprised. She expected Dave to snatch a look at her body, but he seemed to be disinterested. Nick, however, could not take his greedy eyes from her and feasted on her tits and bum without even bothering to hide his lust. Dave shot him a look and Nick smiled and turned away. Did she want to wear a tee shirt for the walk out to the sea? No, that was quite unnecessary thank-you. Sylvie wanted to give Dave a little more time to be turned! As they jogged out to the sea, Sylvie created quite a stir -- the beach was busy with trippers -- and she enjoyed the attention after her exile in the Cottage. They both plunged through the surf and were soon swimming powerfully out to the diving platform beyond the breakers. It was good to cool in the deep blue and they soon arrived at the empty platform. Dave asked her to tread water and then deep dive which she performed effortlessly. He then told her to lift herself on to the platform -- again no problem -- and Dave joined her. ****** Sylvie knew that her costume would now be semi-transparent, but Dave seemed to take little interest as he gazed back at the beach. What was wrong with him? After several minutes of a very pregnant pause, he asked her a question: "You're from Old Wood Cottage, right?" Sylvie nodded and he continued: "I've heard lots about you -- you've got quite a reputation in the village. Yeah -- a hell of a reputation -- and I can see why." She looked puzzled: "Reputation?" He continued: "Let's just say people are talking -- about you having two blokes and being hard up and all... and look at you now -- showing it all off." Sylvie was shocked but Dave wasn't finished: "Look, you're a good-looking woman with a great body and you need money now -- right?" She flushed up and didn't deny it. "Don't worry babe, I'm not going to proposition you, but listen - I've got friends - contacts in London who could help -- yeah? In the hotels in the West End, you can make tons of money. I do it -- yeah -- I do. I like sex -- lots of it -- usually with blokes but sometimes with older ladies if they pay enough and, if I can earn good money doing it, then that's a win-win as far as I'm concerned. I'm just suggesting that a woman like you would find it -- well -- easy to pick-up some custom on Park Lane or Curzon Street. From what I hear you'd be pretty good at it!" Sylvie's face was ruby red, but she was too embarrassed to protest at his frankness. "I've got a driver who lets me use his flat and he takes me to all the hotels -- he knows who to bribe to prevent any shit -- and then it's up to me. He takes a half, and I keep the rest -- he's a bit of a gangster so he won't take any bollocks, and, in any case, he knows the market rate. If you're interested, I can have a word -- and -- by the way -- you've got the job -- but you'll need a new swimsuit!" ****** Sylvie walked back along the beach -- her mind in a whirl. In her distress she hadn't bothered to dress again over her bikini but the attention from passing men was getting to her. How the fuck did Dave know so much about her? She felt like everyone was looking at her -- even the women. Well -- OK -- they all think she's a whore -- fine -- why not act like one! As she walked into the carpark, she saw two boys in speedos next to her jeep staring hard and she recognised Jack. As she walked towards them, she saw their obvious discomfort and glancing down the reason was clear - they were both growing serious erections. Her body and her costume were still wet and, following Tim's departure, she was up a size around her breasts and hips making her bikini even more revealing. She shivered in her newfound fantasy as a whore and the boy's lust was making her even hotter. She was on show, and it was turning them on -- her power had returned. She chatted with Jack to check on his work at the cottage while his friend shyly eyed her up. Jack introduced him as Mudge. He was more mature than Jack, but his face was twice as crimson as his cock continued to grow into a predatory animal straining to escape from his speedos. Sylvie was stimulated by her proximity to young sexually active male bodies after many weeks without a man. They were slim, tanned and good looking; and had the tangy smell of sea and salt about them. She felt their eyes lock onto her bum as she bent over to remove the sunshade from the windscreen and, before saying goodbye, she dipped her chest to brush some dry sand from her legs and Mudge momentarily, without thinking, stroked his hand across his bulging prick. It was fun being desired again after all these weeks and, as she drove home, she felt that old familiar tremor in her tummy as she imagined the two boys taking her into the woods - covering her in sweat, sand and cum - exhausting her with their young virility. Maybe Jack and Mudge would work at the cottage for free if she allowed them to fuck her! She burst out laughing -- what was she thinking! Her thoughts drifted to the conversation with Dave on the platform and she began to daydream -- what would it be like to offer her body for money -- the thrill of the unknown -- the danger and daring of being bought and fucked. She had also made another discovery: she enjoyed showing off her body. She was excited by the looks of desire on the faces of the men at the beach and the disapproval and the jealousy of her own sex, and to act the "brazen hussy" in her anonymity was such a turn-on. She should have known better, but life was empty, and she had discovered through Tim an erotic sensibility and an addictive sexual need. She was poised, ready to dive into deeper waters, but she still stood in fear, unsure, on the edge of that dark and magical pool of her dreams. ****** The next day was even hotter and there were no visitors at the cottage, so she went nude. Applying lotion was much easier with no costume and to stay cool, she didn't even bother to dress when she prepared lunch. She slept on the giant bed in the sultry afternoon and dreamt of Tim and Jake sharing her in a languid haze of buzzing bees, sun heat and massage oil. She showered and stayed undressed through the evening, and around midnight, walked outside to cool. The air had turned humid, and a storm was coming in from the sea. A movement in the wood at the edge of the garden attracted her attention. She saw Jack and Mudge dive for cover and, keeping calm, pretended not to notice. Thinking quickly, she turned and slowly walked back into the conservatory savouring the moment -imagining the desire on their faces as they saw her naked for the first time. This was an opportunity to indulge herself and she took her vibrator from the dresser in the corner. Leaving the bi-fold doors open, she lay on the couch, opened her legs and began to fuck herself -- slowly at first and then with greater urgency. She gasped as her orgasm developed. This was real -- not pretend. She sensed the boys creep across the patio in the shadows and she cried out and shook as the orgasm shot through her -- she was glistening wet with her effort in the warmth and the humidity. To be watched was just so... After calming she put on her robe and slowly walked over to the doors to close-up for the night giving the "Peeping Toms" sufficient time to escape into the darkness. It began to rain hard, and she could not resist shedding her robe and running out again on to the patio to cool. She raised her head and her arms to the dark sky and laughed out loud as the warm rain caressed her body, stimulating her glowing flesh with its sensuous touch. She had found another forbidden room of erotic pleasure -- she would not forget! ****** The Indian summer of September continued and, after her first shift as a Lifeguard, she drove out to her usual beach at the back of the Cottage. In the bright afternoon sunshine, the sand was hot on the soles of her bare feet as she walked towards her usual hideaway in the dunes. She stripped and creamed up and lay on her towel. Her skin was now a golden honey brown and, being fully relaxed in her nakedness, her first orgasm came easily. Adding lifeguard Nick to her fantasy along with Jack and Mudge had supercharged her libido. She imagined the three of them spying on her and fucking her everywhere - simultaneously - all together - giving her no respite - hour after hour. She ran out to the sea -- the freedom was exhilarating. Striking out in a steady crawl she quickly cleared the white sparkling surf and swam into the gentle swell of the deeper water where she sculled and let the waves wash over her and take her where they would. Relishing her nudity, she performed several deep dives before surfing back to the shore, stroking a crawl. When she walked through the shallows to the beach, the sea water on her tanned flesh sparkled under the clear blue sky. Surprisingly, a couple suddenly appeared, walking hand in hand, from the dunes very close to her hideaway. Usually, she only saw others at a distance along the vast beach, but it was too late to avoid contact -- they were only twenty yards away and walking directly towards her. Both were naked and middle aged. The man had long black/grey hair in a pigtail and was wearing a silver earring. His face was black with stubble and his wiry muscular chest was covered by an elaborate multi coloured tattoo in the shape of a crouching dragon. It was also alarmingly obvious that he was, what Tim would call, well hung. The woman was statuesque, slightly taller than Sylvie, but well-built and full figured. Her skin was a freckled tan, and her luxurious mane of sandy brown hair blew across her face in the sea breeze. As Sylvie closed with them, what grabbed her attention was the woman's pube. From the top of her vulva down she was clean shaven just like Sylvie, but above her abundant cunt lips, her bush was as lush as her hair. The startling effect was to highlight the fecundity of her sex and the sparkling gold ring piercing her labia. Sylvie saw both their eyes drop to her exposed pube to read her own message and they both gave her a broad knowing smile as they walked on, without saying a word, towards the sea. Sylvie lay on her towel to dry. The couple had obviously seen her in unashamed display but were not censorious or disapproving or lecherous despite the indisputable fact that a young woman would only show herself in this way as a symbol of her availability. This excited her. As she drifted into a doze, she shivered with desire as she re-imagined his powerful manhood and the luxuriant sex of the woman -- exposed and ringed -- a celebration and an ornament to her potency. She dreamt of the dragon standing over the woman proudly offering his erect prick -- silently waiting for permission to enter her -- and she with her eyes and hands assessing its strength and size before allowing him to mate with her and plant his seed. ****** She could hear the distant moaning of a woman as she stirred from a deep sleep. She had no idea of the time and was still lost in her imagining of the dragon. Then she heard short masculine gasps joining with the woman's hushed cries and she immediately recognised the familiar rhythm of love. She roused herself and silently climbed up the rise above her hideaway to spy on her neighbours. At the top, Sylvie crouched low on her haunches before peeking over into the next depression in the dunes and she deliciously felt the soft hot sand on her open sticky cunt. The man was on top of the woman who was face down. Her legs were splayed open, and he lay between them working up and down. He gripped her hard as they made love but, as Sylvie watched, the woman forcefully raised her bum upwards and they began to heave like two wild animals in heat. The lower back of the woman down to the top of her arse was covered in a large tattoo showing a butterfly with stretched wings from hip to hip. The tilt of its head seemed to point her lover directly down to her sex from behind. Her front was covered in a thin coating of fine sand, and she shook as he brought her to climax. Once she was done, he withdrew and violently threw her onto her back before roughly entering her again. She whispered in his ear: "Fuck me you bastard -- go on -- take me -- use me -- yes -- yes -- oh my -- you fucker -- you're soooo big - oh please please fuck me -- fuck me hard." He joined in: "You can't get enough -- I'll teach you -- next time I'll bring my mates and you'll lick their dicks and fuck them all afternoon -- even that wouldn't satisfy you -- would it? - WOULD IT?" She responded frantically as he drove into her: "I want cock -- oh my - just give me big cock -- fuuuck - lots of it -- fuuuuuuuck -- oh my -- OH MY -- yes yes yesssss..." He kept at it: "In your mouth?" ... she moaned. "In your cunt?" .... She cried out "In your ass?" ... "Oh -- yesss yesss yesss" With long deep thrusts he came inside her as she came all over him. With loud cries they both convulsed to extend the ecstasy just a little longer, and finally collapsed, gasping for air, on to the soft sandy bed. There was a brief pause while they recovered and then they exchanged a tender kiss. Their role play had finished, and love had returned. Sylvie stealthily dropped back to her hideaway and lay on the sand, face down. The rough talk had driven her wild. With her right hand she bought herself quickly and silently, yet again, to another coming. She made communion with her own kind -- the dragon and the butterfly. ****** As summer turned into early autumn Sylvie got to know Jack a little better and began to enjoy the flirting and teasing as she helped him in the garden. She would brush past him allowing her breasts, free under her linen dress, to stroke across his back; or she would touch his strong young forearms with her bare thighs as she knelt with him to arrange the bedding plants. It was great fun and watching Jack redden and begin to stutter was so funny. The weather turned hot again -- just one last time before autumn -- and Sylvie, during a trip to Norwich, mischievously bought a tiny bright orange bra and thong bikini which comprised three small triangles of fabric with some ties which would show off her all-over tan very nicely. She wore the costume when Jack next came to the cottage, and she warmed when he stopped his work and slyly turned and gawped when he thought she was asleep on the sunbed. Upping the tension, she untied her top, keeping her breasts covered and rolled over on to her front to tan her back. In her thong it must have looked as if she was naked. He quickly stopped weeding and rushed into the wood for some self-relief before returning to his task, sheepishly red faced. Jack's torment was plain to see, and through many long, lonely nights she would fuck herself by imagining a sweaty, dirty Jack burying her with his young, ever-ready, never-ending virility. One morning over coffee Jack mentioned his girlfriend, Tina. Her parents were very strict and, in Jack's words, "to kiss and cuddle" they had to make do with the back of his old banger or the local cinema. Sylvie was sympathetic and before he went home that afternoon, she offered him the use of the back bedroom once a week on a Sunday. Provided they cleared up after themselves that would be fine. Jack was "over the moon" with this suggestion and offered to work an extra day as recompense. Tina was a pretty girl with long platted blond hair and the uniform of white crop top and skinny jeans. She had that plump ripe freshness of the young and was a little shy with Sylvie, but as they chatted over a glass of wine while Jack worked in the garden at the end of their first Sunday play time, Tina loosened up. She was a delightful intelligent sexy girl with plenty to offer and Jack was lucky to have her. The arrangement continued for several weeks until one Sunday, Sylvie saw that Tina was unhappy with Jack. He had just cancelled next weekend as a friend had offered to take him to the Grand Prix. Tina was naturally upset - she had yet to understand the behaviour of boys where sport was concerned. To console her, Sylvie suggested that Tina spend that weekend at the cottage. It would be nice girly company - they could relax, cook a nice meal together and maybe drive out to the beach. Tina leapt at the opportunity, and all was agreed. For Tina, Sylvie had become a glamorous "older sister" -- someone who opened doors to excitement and aspiration -- someone to follow and emulate. ****** When Tina arrived for her stay, Sylvie opened a bottle and, as they chatted over glasses of Cava, the conversation turned to men. Sylvie talked about Tim, his disappearance and her loneliness and Tina was upset that Jack preferred Lewis Hamilton to her! As more wine was taken, the subject of sex came up and it became clear to Sylvie that Tina had yet to experience a full-on orgasm with Jack. As the older woman, Sylvie gently explored the subject, and it appeared that Tina had never masturbated. Sex had been a taboo subject in her parent's house and her education was non-existent. After more wine and lots of giggling, Sylvie came up with an inspirational idea and immediately began to warm. Would Tina like to learn to pleasure herself by watching Sylvie? Tina giggled and prevaricated but finally gave in amid self-conscious laughter and more wine. Sylvie stood and slipped off her dress. She had long ago stopped wearing a bra and panties and was pleased to see Tina's surprised embarrassment at her unexpected nudity and her shock when she saw Sylvie's depilated pube. Sylvie lay a large beach towel on the conservatory floor and sat, thighs apart, facing Tina who then knelt in front of her, transfixed by her first close-up look at another woman's sex. Sylvie spread her thighs wide and teased out the lips of her vulva to find the pleasure spot, explaining everything to Tina as she progressed. Keeping her lips apart to display the pinkness of her inner cunt, she gently massaged her clit to prominence and as Tina moved closer to better see, Sylvie tremored with her first cum. Tina smiled in wonder. Sylvie then demonstrated her technique: fingertip circling in 123 shapes, pulling, rolling, and gentle nipping between her purple painted fingernails. All the time she continued to breath deep in her growing arousal as a fascinated Tina looked on. ... and now came the moment: Sylvie reassuringly smiled before reaching for Tina's forefinger and placing it on her clit. Their eyes met in understanding and Sylvie took Tina's finger around her pleasure spot on a wonderful journey. When Tina took the initiative, Sylvie let go and massaged her own glowing breasts with both hands while looking skywards and mewing in blissful tender orgasm as she felt the touch of a woman for the first time. ****** In the dark country night, a nude Tina slipped into Sylvie's room and climbed into the warm bed beside her. She found Sylvie's hand and placed it on her own sticky cunt which had already seen much self-administered action since bedtime. Although Sylvie was still half-asleep, she found Tina's expectant clit and they spent the rest of the night entwined in gentle comings, comforting sucklings and restful sleep. ****** Saturday morning was sunny, and the women decided to sunbathe. Sylvie asked Tina if she would mind if she went nude today and Tina helped Sylvie cream up before changing into her own white lace bikini. They lay together and spent the morning chatting, reading their books, and napping. At some point in the day when Sylvie awoke from a doze, she saw that Tina had removed her costume and her pale young swelling breasts with their distended rose-pink nipples were presented to the sun for the very first time. Sylvie smiled and went back to sleep. They watched a movie that night, sprawling on cushions in front of the fire -- both still naked. Tina slipped under Sylvie's arm and lay her head on Sylvie's thigh and Sylvie tenderly stroked her fine blond hair as Demi Moore pined after the ghost of Patrick Swayze and both girls shed a tear. The love making lasted long into Sunday morning with each woman exploring the other with lips, tongues, fingers, hands and Sylvie's vibrator. Following their exertions, they did not wake until the sun was already covering the cottage and garden in the heat of early afternoon. They had discovered a new passion and the serene satisfaction of a loving sisterhood. When Jack arrived at the cottage to collect Tina, she was wearing Sylvie's orange thong and nothing else apart from a shell necklace which dropped between her eager breasts already swelling in anticipation. Jack was dumbfounded and, by pre-arrangement with Tina, Sylvie suggested they both might like to take an hour in the back bedroom before going home. As Sylvie paused outside the closed door of the love-nest, the sounds within told their own story. ******* AUTUMN: Sylvie needed money now and Tim was still missing. The Lifeguard job was finishing at the end of the season, and she had spent her way through Jake's second loan -- this couldn't go on. She scanned the job ads at the village Post Office and spotted a vacancy for a Photographer's Assistant at a local farm on the other side of Old Wood. Hours were flexible and the pay was good. She made the phone-call and drove over for an interview. She was in for a big surprise. As she walked into the studio, she saw a man and a woman facing away from her looking at some prints on a display panel. When they turned to greet her, she saw, with amazement, the couple she had watched in the dunes that hot passionate afternoon -- the dragon and the butterfly. Sylvie was relieved when there was no sign of recognition on their part, and they introduced themselves as Ray and Lyn. They seemed friendly and over a coffee, Sylvie was briefed regarding the job. Ray specialised in photography, painting, and sculpture while Lyn made beautiful jewellery which she either sold at local craft fairs or sent to an agent in London for distribution. She also specialised in natural medications produced from herbs and wildflowers growing on the farm. These were sold by a friend on a market stall in Norwich. Ray needed an assistant when he took on an urgent job, but the hours would be irregular. On a rush job Sylvie might need to work overnight and there was attached guest accommodation at the farm to grab some rest when time allowed. Sylvie was keen -- it sounded exciting and different -- and after a few routine questions from Ray she was offered the job which she eagerly accepted. ****** Ray and Lyn instantly recognised Sylvie as the spectacularly naked woman they had met by chance on the beach. When she spied on them making love in the dunes, it made them insatiable and watching her fuck herself afterwards was amazing. She was undoubtedly the woman who had become the talk of the village at the "Swan" and the "Jolly Sailors". There had been much salacious village gossip about the "goings on" at Old Wood Cottage and the rumours of sex and scandal were rife. The young village set were full of stories about the young woman and her "ways" and Jack, Nick and Mudge fuelled the local male fantasy of the beautiful, exotic, frustrated temptress, thwarted in love, and desperate for a good "shag". Lyn and Ray were intrigued and wished to know her better. Following that first meeting on the beach, Ray saw the signs in Lyn. As far as he knew she had not wanted another woman since Roxanne, a model from London he had used last year for a nude assignment. Lyn was pining, tearful, and impossible until that relationship had been consummated and although she had enjoyed several man friends since that affair, there had been no other woman until now. Ray was sure that Lyn would not allow him into her bed until she had fucked the beach girl. When Sylvie appeared at the studio Lyn told Ray that her pagan gods had delivered her up to them. Lyn was a practicing witch, white or black depending on her mood, and Ray suspected that her small coven had sacrificed a fowl in Old Wood as an offering in return for the giving of Sylvie. Being a believer in the old ways of the country he would never cross the wood deities and he was certain that Sylvie would be taken by Lyn, the coven and himself, as surely as the sun rose above the barn every morning. They encouraged Sylvie in the studio and then slowly, very slowly, gained her trust and friendship. As their desire for her grew, they developed a strategy and, when the time was right, they would snare her like a bushy tailed young doe in a trap. ****** As summer turned to autumn Sylvie forgot her problems and enthusiastically entered the world of Ray and Lyn which offered friendship and novelty as well as money. The farm was built around a central courtyard and Ray had converted a small barn into a well-lit, warm, and comfortable studio. His specialism was "Fine Art" photography, and the male and female models who posed for him were regular visitors to the farm. The shoots could be for fashion magazines or comic strips, but his speciality was in "Sci Fi" and "Fantasy" where he would photograph life models and, with computer generated artwork, convert the images into illustrations or story boards for books, magazines and websites. Sylvie quickly acclimatised to the frequent routine nudity in all its suggestive beauty, and she enjoyed learning the science of photography and the structure of a shoot from Ray. She was also fascinated by the lives of Ray's regular models as they chatted over daytime coffee or evening wine. Ray's boys and girls were hired through an agency and most travelled up from London for the shoot, staying overnight in the guest suite at the back of the studio. Sylvie would always collect them from Norwich station while Ray was setting up and then drop them off once the shoot was over. For Sylvie, this was all very exciting and deliciously stimulating for her fantasy life - she was still without her two men and the vibrator was put to good use most evenings. What would it be like to model nude for Ray? That feeling warmed her through the cold autumn nights. ****** When Lyn suggested to Sylvie, they take a day off to shop and lunch in Norwich, she was delighted. She had worked hard in her first month in the studio and had grown close to Lyn; relishing the promise of female friendship and perhaps sensing something more. She also liked Ray with his cheeky sense of humour, kind consideration and easy manner and she often re-imagined that day on the beach when she saw up close Ray's potency and Lyn's luscious femininity. It was over a delicious fresh crab salad and a bottle of Muscadet in a little fish restaurant just off the Market that Lyn lowered her voice and subtly turned the conversation to more intimate matters: "Honey, you know that we love having you in the studio, and we are so grateful that you chose to work with us, but I would like to ask a favour of you, and I don't want you to be shocked or upset. That would be awful!" Sylvie was re-assuring regarding any potential "shock" and Lyn continued: "You first need to understand that Ray and I have what you might call an open marriage -- I take lovers, and so does he and you might have already guessed that I like women as well as men. Does that surprise you?" Sylvie shook her head. This was no shock - she had seen the way Lyn looked at her in the Studio with a strange hunger in her eyes - but to suddenly see her anew as a potential lover sent shivers down Sylvie's spine. Lyn began to whisper in the crowded cafe: "My lovely baby - I hoped you would understand because we have a shoot coming up which will be more explicit than normal, and we would like you to help in the set-up and the operation. Ray has taken on a specialist project for a discrete wealthy male client where both crew and models will be paid a premium rate due to the extreme nature of the content. The shoot will cover both stills and video and Ray and I, along with Jade, one of our regulars, will model and perform in a short movie. The theme is "Cats". Ray's client loves the show but wants some nice shots and videos of extremely naughty female cats revealing a little more, shall we say, than one would normally expect to see in the West End. Look -- I'll say it straight out -- the three of us will all be fucking each-other." She sat back with a broad smile: "Wow -- did I really say that!!" Sylvie inhaled deeply, her heart pounding, as Lyn began to whisper again: "Now lovey -- listen carefully and please please please do not be offended -- promise?" Sylvie forced an embarrassed smile and took another large sip of wine. "We know you were the naughty naked girl we saw on the beach last summer and we know you watched us make love. We also watched you touch yourself afterwards which was awesome. We know about your two men -- lucky girl - and we know about your performance at the cottage for Jack and Mudge -- wow -- wow -- wow. The "Jolly Sailors" was full of it -- it was a pity Mudge couldn't keep his mouth shut! We also know about your "education" of Tina -- I was so envious! You must tell all, on the way home! ... and finally, we know about your exhibition at the Lifeguard interview -- Dave is a very good friend of Ray and as for Nick... well you can guess!" Sylvie's face was crimson, but Lyn was quick to counter: "Lovey -- please - don't be embarrassed - you are a very brave, very beautiful and very sexy girl and we love you all the more for your "adventures". Sylvie's mouth was dry and without thinking she helped herself to more wine and drained the whole glass in one gulp as Lyn continued: "Now honey - we want to offer you an opportunity -- if you wish to take it." Lyn reached across for Sylvie's hand and stroked it. "If you want to join with us to make love in front of the cameras on the "Cats" shoot then we would be absolutely thrilled -- we both love you no end and the thought of it just sends me to heaven. Look -- there is no pressure -- we anticipate the shoot going through the night and, in any case, we want you there to help set-up. Needless to say -- if you went all the way with us, your earnings would sky-rocket. Think it through and if at some point in the shoot, you want to participate then just say the word and it will be done. Good -- all said -- all finished." A wicked glint spread across Lyn's face: "We'll order another bottle and then go shop some more -- I'll buy you that naughty red low-cut mini in the little boutique in the Lanes to get us all in the mood!" ****** As Sylvie drove to the farm in the cooling night air, she felt again that acute anticipation first experienced in the bedroom at the cottage before the Gift giving. The countryside at night with sweet scents of hay and sedge was soft and magical and appeared to Sylvie to hold the promise of something exotically strange and deliciously stimulating. She was ready for this next step. She had waited for Tim long enough and it was time to continue her quest and enjoy her new-found freedom. She had slipped on her short white linen dress with flat sandals for driving and a silver necklace Tim had given her as a present from Vietnam. She wore no underwear. She pulled into the farm and parked in the dark behind the studio. The night was heavy with humidity and there was fork lightning on the horizon. Large warm raindrops began to fall on her head and shoulders. She walked through the open doors of the studio and saw Ray and two men rolling out a huge soft green rubber mat, like a large carpet, on to the studio floor. Ray introduced them as Tommy and Mick who were looking after cameras, sound and lighting through the shoot. They seemed matey and professional, and she began to help by setting up the lights under Tommy's direction. Sylvie noticed that the mat had been cut to surround an iron post which served as a support for the studio roof. This had been freshly painted in a blood crimson colour and Sylvie saw that two silver chains were attached to rings in the post about a foot from the ground. Tall dark scenic boards had been placed behind the post to hide the background and create an enclosed "set" where the action would take place. She was tense with excitement and sweating under the lights in the oppressive expectant atmosphere of the studio. The doors had been shut and rain was pouring in torrents in the courtyard. ****** When Sylvie slipped off her sandals to walk on the mat Ray saw the silhouette of her full golden body through her dress as she passed in front of the lights. He knew by the movement of her breasts as she stooped to adjust the lamps that she was naked beneath and his prick began to wet as he remembered her display at the beach. He needed to concentrate hard to avoid a serious erection which would frighten her prematurely before Lyn's potions worked their magic. Lyn was expert in taking plants or roots from the nearby marshes, woods or her herb garden and adding secret ingredients from the East to create cordials which could be taken to deepen and extend sexual desire. The formulations varied -- male to female -- but the effect was the same. Ray and Lyn used them regularly themselves and would often medicate their models in the Studio to achieve a more intense naturalistic performance. He knew Lyn would already have Sylvie's "prescription" prepared and he shuddered in anticipation. They were all set -- Tommy would handle the "video" and Mick would take the "stills" and he paused to re-assure Sylvie that Jade was resting in the guest apartment -- it would be a long rest!! It was time for Sylvie to go fetch Lyn. ****** Lyn was freshly showered and sitting in the bathroom of the suite, in a pink robe, blow drying her long chestnut brown hair into a wild mane which cascaded over her freckled face and covered her broad shoulders. She turned as Sylvie entered and rose to kiss her on both cheeks. Both women felt the soft breasts of the other as they embraced. Lyn asked Sylvie to open a black box, and inside was a beautifully crafted half mask of a cat's face in fine tight clinging rubber, textured to represent fur in shades of brown and white to match Lyn's colouring. Lyn lifted the back of her hair with both hands and Sylvie fastened the mask behind her head. Lyn then let her hair drop to fully disguise herself. There were slits for both eyes and Lyn artfully blended her exposed nose and lower face with brown and grey make-up to match the texture and colour of the mask. Finally, she coloured her lips a light pink and the transformation was complete. They both walked out to the studio. ******* It was extremely hot and close, and Ray had stripped to his shorts revealing his sun browned sweat shining wiry torso. For a middle-aged guy, he was in excellent shape and Sylvie's eyes were inevitably drawn to the dragon tattoo which seemed to stare directly at her like a predator sighting its prey. Lyn went to the small kitchen and returned carrying an ornate silver tray with three richly decorated ancient glass goblets filled with a rich ruby red damson wine which Lyn made from fresh fruit picked on the farm. While Ray toasted the success of the shoot, Sylvie thought it odd that Lyn murmured a short incantation as she took the goblet to her lips. The wine was strongly flavoured with a bitter taste which Sylvie did not recognise. Strangely, Lyn insisted Sylvie drain her goblet and she took a deep breath and drank it down. ****** It was time. Ray asked that Lyn get into character. He wanted her to adopt a feline movement in her posing and, for the first phase of the shoot, he would direct her. Lyn walked brazenly up to Ray and turned her back on him to stare at Sylvie with mischief in her eyes. She undid her robe without taking her eyes from her and Ray lifted it from her shoulders, leaving her naked apart from the mask. Both Ray and Lyn looked intently at Sylvie to see her reaction. ****** She was a magnificent woman. Sylvie gazed on Lyn's breasts -- heavy, plump and fertile -- and the areola surrounding her brown nipples were enormous. Although her waist, legs and arms were thickening, her proportions were perfect and with her broad hips and rounded firm bum she was a fertile mother cat on the prowl for a mate. Her skin, a light brown with pale freckles, served to enhance the effect. Sylvie recognised, as Lyn parted her legs, the golden ring in her shaven cunt, so provocatively exposed below her luxurious bush. Lyn took Sylvie's hand and walked her on to the set. They stood for a moment holding hands facing each-other as Lyn's animal eyes stared in undisguised yearning. Sylvie felt a strange desire - she wanted to be taken by this creature but was uncertain - holding back - not ready to commit. Lyn let Sylvie withdraw and Ray began to shoot. He wanted Lyn on her back, and she began to pose. She was a practiced performer. She lay out her arms in a crucifix position raising and spreading her legs before turning on to her tummy to show her smooth rounded bum to the camera. She moved to her knees, thighs apart, proudly exhibiting her ornamented freshly flowering vulva lips before dropping onto all fours to display from behind the full glory of her pierced labia, pink perineum and the black "O" of her anus which a fascinated Sylvie saw was already dilating. Her quivering heavy breasts hung below with their fulsome nipples swollen and proud in her growing passion. All the while Lyn maintained eye contact with Sylvie -- mesmerising -- desiring -- provoking: "Look at my body" "You know you want me" "Perform with me" "Touch my flesh" "Let me fuck you" Sylvie was tortured by her growing desire and her hesitancy as the first shoot came to an end. ****** After a short break, Ray produced a golden collar and buckled it around Lyn's throat. The collar was ringed, and Sylvie was asked to lead Lyn across the mat to the red post and lock the ring to one of the silver chains. Lyn dropped to her hands and knees to allow the chain to be attached and Ray began to shoot again as Lyn pretended to fight against the restraining chain. She set her legs open, and Ray shot her from behind as she aggressively thrust in Sylvie's direction to show off her arousal. Sylvie's mind was whirling. She saw the second chain and imagined the thrill of being captive with Lyn, making dirty sweaty naked woman love as the men looked on: "Hungry" "Insatiable" "Sinful" Sylvie felt her first tremor and she hadn't even touched herself! ****** After the second shoot, Ray asked Sylvie to shorten Lyn's chain to force her to kneel at the post. As Sylvie knelt to re-attach the chain, Lyn first attempted to claw at her before whimpering and nestling on her lap to be stroked. Lyn was wet with her exertions. Sylvie instinctively petted her, and Lyn raised herself and tenderly kissed Sylvie on the lips. Her resistance was finally broken and both women passionately explored each-other's faces with lips and tongues as Ray silently gestured to the boys to keep shooting. Sylvie could no longer help herself -- she was ready to perform and turned to Ray with a wild imploring look in her eye. Lyn's gods had worked their magic. The coven's sacrifice had been accepted. ****** Leaving Lyn curled up on the set, Ray took Sylvie into the suite where she stripped off and stood defiantly before him to signify her willingness. He wanted to take her then but knew it would be sweeter if he fucked her, in character, with Lyn. He reacquainted himself with her body. The dark halos around each nipple enhanced the swelling heaviness of her breasts just like his African models. Her narrow waist and broad hips -- her soft tummy -- her beautiful legs -- her brown skin -- gorgeous -- and her depilation gave her a captivating virgin look of innocence. Finally, his practiced eye saw a shine of moisture at the pink mouth of her cunt as she bloomed under his gaze. He told her to sit and, after deciding on her colouring, took a black and white rubber cat mask from the box and fastened it behind her head. He arranged her black hair around the mask and applied black and grey make-up to her lower face and her favourite mauve lippy to match her nails. Finally, he selected a silver collar and carefully buckled it around her throat. She gasped under the restraint and shamelessly spread her thighs to expose her arousal. Sylvie was now a cat just like Lyn. ****** Lyn stirred to observe the "rival" approach the post and as Sylvie knelt to allow Ray to attach the second chain to her silver collar, Lyn, in character, arched and crouched and stared hard at the new she-cat. Lyn hissed and Sylvie, taking her cue, did the same. There was no escape from claws, paws or mouths as, crouching on all fours, they looked for an opportunity to strike. They were on heat and would fight to establish dominance. Without warning Lyn pounced, throwing Sylvie on to her back and kneeling over her. She held both Sylvie's arms tight under her knees and began to pull her hair and scratch her exposed breasts. Spectacularly, she reached behind to savagely grab Sylvie's wet cunt in her strong fingers. Sylvie was in shock as consecutive cums shocked through her. The pain, the aggression and Lyn's dominance was out of her experience. She kicked her legs and struggled but it was hopeless -- Lyn was too strong. Tiring, she whimpered in submission and relaxed her body under Lyn's strong grip and Lyn, smiling in victory, played the tips of her falling breasts lightly across Sylvie's face. Sylvie found a nipple and began to suck, bite, and tease. She felt Lyn spasm and turned her attentions to the other offered breast. As her arousal deepened, Lyn became more aggressive, violently working Sylvie by plunging her fingers deep into her liquid cunt. Sylvie cried out in shock, but Lyn restrained her with one arm across her neck and continued to penetrate deeper with her free hand. As the pressure inside her increased, Sylvie's cries of pain turned to desperate screams of pleasure -- pleading -- urging Lyn to go further. When Sylvie quietened, Lyn knelt over her face to offer her cunt to Sylvie's mouth. Sylvie explored the open distended fulsome lips with her tongue and skilfully manipulated the gold ring to draw gasps of pleasure from Lyn. Finally, she moved deeper to stimulate Lyn's clit with her teeth and lips until, with loud animal screams echoing around the Studio, Lyn came in a gargantuan rush, covering Sylvie's face and breasts with her juices. Lyn rose to release Sylvie and stared impassively down at the limp, wet, exhausted, conquered body with the black cat face and the open panting purple mouth. ****** A jar of warm, honey sweet, oil had been placed close to the post and Lyn scooped up a handful and began to tenderly massage Sylvie with the lubricating liquid. Sylvie's golden skin began to shine, and she lay back and spread her legs to open her body to the gentle touch. Lyn's healing fingers moved on from Sylvie's breasts and penetrated her everywhere to sooth away the aggression of the conquest. Once Sylvie was calmed Lyn lifted her to her knees and, standing behind her, gently rubbed the oil into her lush black hair to make it shine and hang over her shoulders like fine strips of polished black leather. Her primacy established; she was a mother-cat tending her young protégé -- preparing her for further exertions -- readying her for the touch of a male. ****** Lyn knelt and gently lifted Sylvie to her feet. Ray was behind her and released the women's chains. They removed their masks and all three embraced in loving affection. Tommy and Mick had disappeared, and after tender moments, Ray went to shower and left the women together. Lyn gently probed Sylvie's condition: "Honey, you did just fine -- did you enjoy it?" Sylvie blushed and dropped her eyes and Lyn kissed her forehead. Her reaction told all. "Now baby, we need to go harder for the second half -- you understand, don't you?" Sylvie looked away and nodded. She was frightened by this disclosure but also intensely excited -- she was not ready to stop -- not yet. "If you finish now, you can go and shower and help Tommy and Mick but before you decide, let me tell you what's next." Sylvie's eyes dropped to the floor and Lyn reached out her hands to gently caress Sylvie's oil shining breasts: "Oh - honey honey honey you are so fuckable. Ok, to business. You will become the focus of the two cats - the male and the female. You will be chained, and Ray will fuck you. He will be forceful, but you will not be hurt -- really. There will be some slapping, deliciously painful for you but soon over. We would then like to finish with some anal." Sylvie continued to tremor under Lyn's stimulation -- verbal and physical -- and when Lyn asked for her decision, Sylvie smiled and took Lyn's hand under hers and placed it at the entrance to her re-energised cunt. She didn't need to speak. More goblets of wine were consumed before the two women re-fitted each-other's masks and Ray chained them again to the crimson pole. Mick and Tommy's re-appearance caused a captive, oiled and nude Sylvie to temporarily blush up in embarrassment at her shameful predicament, but Lyn playfully clawed and snarled at her, and in character, she was ready to go again. ****** Both women's bodies were covered in a delicious blend of sweat and honey oil as they lay together in their feline bliss. Lyn lazily stroked Sylvie's hair but stopped suddenly in astonishment as Ray appeared naked wearing a cat mask with his prick frighteningly erect. First, he grabbed Lyn's chain, pulling her to the post and shortening the slack to restrain her tight. She struggled and hissed but his strength was too much for her. With no hesitation or any thought of foreplay he then grabbed Sylvie's chain before pushing her on to her back, forcing open her legs, and driving deep into her. Sylvie gasped in surprise but was soon using her pelvis to aggressively thrust against the iron prick pulsating inside her and force a cum in a cacophony of colours and noise. Lyn screamed as Ray withdrew and leaving Sylvie in shock, he pulled on Lyn's chain, forcing her head down and her arse up. Kneeling, he violently penetrated her from behind and pumped until she came with deep throated mews of pleasure. Leaving her, he came again to Sylvie, placed her on all fours, ran his prick around her anus and then drove into her cunt again. Copying Lyn, she screamed obscenities at him, and his ardour forced her into another overwhelming never-ending orgasm. He was ready to fire and when Sylvie finished her cum, he withdrew to ejaculate creamy liquid over her presented face and breasts. She had never seen so much man juice -- it tasted salty. ****** Ray walked off the set and a kneeling Lyn began to grab handfuls of vanilla ice cream from a bucket which had miraculously appeared next to the red pole. Her face grinned from ear to ear as she plastered her chest with semi-molten ice cream, and it was soon slipping down over her breasts and falling in rivulets from her swollen nipples over her tummy and down to her pube. She began to force great gobs of ice cream between her breasts and into her cunt and cried out in pleasure as the ice cold briefly hit before becoming molten with her heat. Licking her fingers, she beckoned to Sylvie who crawled over to her. Lyn began to cover Sylvie and soon the two women were playfully wrestling on the floor with hands and fingers everywhere. In each other's cunts -- in each other's mouths -- in each other's rectums - stuffing ice cream into every orifice as their giggling laughter echoed around the studio. The liquid ice cream on their flesh became molten under the lights and their shining bodies slid around on the rubber mat giving their movement a gloriously arousing unpredictability with legs and arms everywhere and liquid breasts sliding, bouncing and squeezing. Finally at Lyn's prompting they began to lick each-other clean -- everywhere -- and their desire became more urgent as Sylvie's libido was rejuvenated for the climactic shoot of the evening. ****** Ray lifted Sylvie to her feet and fitted a pair of cuffs to her wrists. In seconds a rope was passed between the cuffs and her arms were pulled over her head. She was forced to bend double to stabilise herself with her arms stretched taut in front of her. Lyn was free and began to talk: "Well honey, you are a naughty girl, aren't you? You know what happens to naughty girls?" Sylvie anticipating her punishment whispered words which came suddenly to her, articulating a feeling long consigned to the dark corners of her sub-conscious: "Yes... Mummy -- they should be spanked -- will you spank me Mummy -- will you -- oh please..." Lyn slapped her bum cheeks hard, and Sylvie squealed. "That's right you little whore - they get SPANKED -- just like this." Another slap... and another... and another... Sylvie's tears began to flow, and her body shook violently as a razor-sharp orgasm shocked through her. Lyn seeing her cum, plunged her fingers deep into Sylvie's cunt and stunningly, she lost control, squirting juice in all directions. Ray took over and tenderly caressed her reddening arse before using a lubricated dildo to tease open her rectum: "Wicked girls deserve to be fucked in the arse don't they Sylvie?" Sylvie moaned under her breath whispering words long suppressed: "Yes Daddy -- oh Daddy -- they do Daddy -- oh yes -- yes they do." Ray removed the dildo and ran his fingers through her sphincter: "You want to be fucked everywhere don't you Sylvie -- all that innocence -- fuck -- you're insatiable -- you just can't get enough -- say it -- you love cock in your cunt -- you love cock in your arse -- say it -- SAY IT." Ray slapped her hard across the buttocks. Sylvie was gone but she managed to moan as she gasped for breath: "cock in my cunt -- cock in my arse -- cock in my cunt -- cock in my arse..." Ray placed his prick at her anus and eased himself in, while Lyn continued to slap Sylvie's cunt to make her deluge cum again on to the mat below in a mess of screaming and obscenities. In her exhausted state, Sylvie aggressively twisted and contorted her body to extend the release and it all came out: "Oh Mummy -- Mummy -- please forgive... Fuck me -- fuck me Daddy -- oh God... Mummy I can't help it... It's not my fault... Slap me Mummy..." Sylvie was begging but her voice was failing: "Don't stop -- please don't stop -- oh please don't stop..." With a nod from Lyn, Ray entered her cunt for one last series of powerful thrusts, forcing a final gasping -- rasping -- used-up cry from Sylvie, and he came inside her screaming. ****** Sylvie showered and, after easing her sore and aching body with the soothing balm supplied by Lyn, she took an early breakfast in the guest suite. Lyn had thoughtfully provided croissants and home-made strawberry jam from the farm, and the fresh aroma from the steaming Italian coffee maker filled the little kitchen. Through the open window, Sylvie could see the pale-yellow sun already rising through the mist into the translucent sky of early morning. The storm had passed, and all was calm. With her senses keened after the night's adventures, she slipped on her dress and walked out to the studio to find her sandals. The sunlight gave the studio a very different aspect to the colours of the night but the red post with the two silver chains brought back memories which were barely believable. She continued into the courtyard and passing through a gate in the hedge, found the footpath which led uphill to the large coppice in Old Wood which surrounded a secluded mere fed by a clear spring. She reflected on her new relationship with Lyn and Ray following the night of the cats. Yes -- they truly were her new "Mummy" and "Daddy", and this gave her comfort. She was dimly aware that some event in her past had made her use these words, but the meaning still escaped her. Walking through the soft grass under the trees she saw the mere ahead with the warming sun sparkling on its placid surface. Several geese who had been lazily feeding on the water flew away over the trees at her approach leaving crystal droplets in their wake. A platform floated in the middle of the mere, and she removed her dress and sandals and swam briskly out to the wooden island. Lifting herself on to the smooth planking her naked body was purified by the cleansing water and the cool autumn morning air. She dived again and, taking a deep breath, swam down until she could see sharp rocks on the bed below. She daringly continued her dive into the rock cluster but, sensing her danger, pulled upwards and, breaking the surface, took deep draughts of air into her lungs before swimming back to the shore. She dressed and, after walking back to the studio, collapsed on to the bed and slept soundly until late afternoon. ****** Lyn was baking in the kitchen when Sylvie appeared at the farmhouse. Lyn was unsure if Sylvie would reject her friendship following the night of the cats but there was no need to worry. For Sylvie, the bond between them was strengthened following their consummation -- she had found a loving family who would nurture and take care of her and provide the excitement she craved. Both women tenderly embraced, and Sylvie felt a tear on her cheek. As Ray came in from the studio, Sylvie rushed to him, burying herself in his arms, recognising the invisible, erotic, loving web of shared adventure binding them all together. Lyn offered to wash her dress and offered her some jeans and a white blouse and Sylvie stripped off without thinking as if it were natural to display her body to her new family. Ray and Lyn exchanged a knowing smile and admired her beauty afresh. After dinner and two bottles of Lyn's raspberry wine, they relaxed with a movie - snuggled up together on the sofa - as night darkened around the farmhouse. When tiredness overtook them, they shared one bed for the first time, and all was cosy loving bliss. ******

Kates Evening Out byAllstar7© "Okay, and now!" Kate didn't move. "Okay and now!" She still didn't move. "Okay, how about now!?" Kate groaned as she still didn't move, she was still firmly planted behind her front door, nude. Now being nude in her own home was nothing new to Kate. Since her 'night out' a few weeks ago, where she had streaked through an entire park and drove home in the buff, she had learned to be more comfortable in her own skin. With her dyed blonde hair, her smaller breast, big butt, and yes even her mismatching pubic hair, she was super comfortable in her own skin. In fact, a lot in her life had improved since, she learned more and embraced herself in her ENF kink, and even worked up the courage to ask out her office crush Diane. It was actually both of those reasons why Kate found herself in her current predicament. Diane and she had been dating for a few weeks now, even became official just the other day, she was smart, beautiful, could match her drink for drink. She excelled with the 'goth look' with her pale skin, dark hair, and her tits were huge! Okay, maybe Kate was a little jealous because of her tiny breasts, but it just meant there was more to enjoy of Diane! But Moving on! Despite the fact the sex and romance were great, she still felt like she was holding back a piece of herself. She figured now was the right time to share with her girlfriend her ENF kink. However, her stupid brain or loins had the brilliant idea to leave her home nude, drive all the way to Diane's house and knock on her door....naked. It combined everything she enjoyed, streaking outside her home, and hopefully leading to a great time with Diane. She had to bite her lip as even the image of doing that was making herself aroused. Oh it was so easy to plan this out days in advance but now the day had arrived, and she was panicking. It was only 5 pm and so freaking bright out, the last time she streaked it was in the middle of the night. Kate started to worry if one of her neighbors saw her, how would she explain herself? Maybe she could do this another time? Diane had no idea what she was planning. A ping from her phone got her attention, that and her car keys were the only things she was bringing with her. Nicole: You better not be backing out, you owe me for humiliating me during my apartment fire drill. Oh right, Kate did tell someone, her friend Nicole. The two of them had been sharing each other's ENF fantasies, even pushed each other to go out streaking. She was quite surprised and hugely turned on when Nicole shared that as she was streaking through her apartment building the fire alarm went off, it didn't end well, and Nicole felt that she was a big part to blame for having pushed her to streak that night. Nicole: Well? Kate: No!... Just preparing myself. It is a little chilly, maybe I should do this when it's warmer, like next summer! Kate had to bite her lip, she knew Nicole wouldn't be happy about this, probably trying to make her go ahead with this idea. The redhead always had a way of convincing her to do things she wouldn't normally do. Nicole: If you aren't comfortable doing this then that's fine. That was unexpected, maybe Nicole was losing her touch? Nicole: I guess you'll just have to keep imagining how Diane would react if she saw you at her door naked. Kate had to close her eyes in frustration, oh it would be so hot! Nicole: I mean showing up at her door nude, at that point she has to sleep with you, what other way could she respond? That was true, this was probably the ultimate form of a booty call Kate could make, maybe she should go....wait a minute. Was Nicole trying to use reverse psychology on her? Nicole: Just driving with your bare butt on the leather seat of your car, you might just cum on the ride over there. That bitch. Nicole was purposely sending her images of how this night could be, she could end up bent over a cop car and getting fucked in the ass again, but it was worth it if she actually streaked to Diane's! Kate: Fine! I'm going! Before Kate could second guess herself she reached the door handle and whipped the door wide open. She took a step, her bare feet meeting the rough surface of her wooden porch. She nervously moved the rest of her body outside. Luckily no one was outside. Running on pure instincts she locked her door and started running towards her car on the driveway. Her arm shielding her breasts and her hand holding her phone covering her dark bush. "Fuck me, fuck me," Kate said under her breath as she reached the side of her car. She glanced over her shoulder and started to hear voices from the next door. Her neighbors were coming out! She finally unlocked the door and climbed inside, a moment later she saw her neighbor step out. He looked over and waved over to her. She hesitantly waved back as she slouched in her seat trying to hide her nude state. Kate's heart felt like it was about to beat out of her chest, and she could already feel herself leaking on her seat, if she was a moment slower her neighbor would've gotten an eyeful of her firm butt. Oh god, she was only in her car and she was already so horny! She took a deep breath and turned the car on and pulled out of her driveway. "Oh, Kate got a moment dear?" Kate turned her head and saw her elderly neighbor walking over to her from across the street. Oh god, how would she explain to her why she was naked in her car!? Kate felt her face blush as she shook her head no, and started to pull away. "So-sorry! I-I'm in a rush!" Kate shouted as she drove off faster then she should've in a quiet neighborhood, leaving her stunned neighbor in the dust. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," Kate muttered as she continued driving, barely a minute streaking and she had two close calls! She should've turned back, realized how stupid idea this was, someone was bound to see her, but as she stopped at a red light and glanced down she could see she was spilling honey all over her leather seat! "Oh, the smell is never going to come off," Kate said out loud but at the same time, she wanted nothing more than to start playing with herself. She knew she'd be turned on by streaking but didn't think she'd be ready to cum already! She bit her lip as she moved her right hand off the wheel and down her body. Her pussy was aching so much, maybe just a few quick flicks while she had a moment. *HONK* Kate jumped in her seat as she heard someone behind her honk. She glanced up and saw the light was green and holding up a couple of cars behind her. Her face flushed, whether, in embarrassment or the fact she was about to finger herself in the middle of traffic, she sped off towards Diane. She was finding it harder to concentrate, her pussy was aching so much to be touched. She tried closing her legs shut hoping it would help but all it did was make her rub her honey-soaked thighs against one another. The squishing sound telling her how wet she was caused her to moan quietly. She soon reached Diane's home. She cursed out loud as the street parking in front of her house was already taken, and that forced her to park a minute down the road. She took a deep breath and turned off her car. She was so close, but it was a quick jog to Diane's front door. The sun was setting but it was still fairly bright out, she would be exposed at best for only a minute. Just the thought alone was making her crazy, she had to squeeze her legs with her hands in order to make sure they didn't go anywhere she didn't want them too. A ping from her phone got her attention. Nicole: So did you woo Diane by showing up nude, or are you hiding in your car? Oh, that damn woman knew her too well. Kate: Just waiting for the right time. Don't you have something better to do? Like masturbating in front of all your neighbors? Oh, right you already did that. Oh, that felt good, no matter how much control Nicole may have she at least could hold that over her head. Another ping was heard, and Kate started to panic, oh no why did she have to say that!? Nicole: I'll let you have that one....but only one. And for your info, I'm about to go downstairs in my building to do laundry, so I won't be able to bother you anymore. Good luck! Once the coast was clear, she made her move. She quickly got out of her car and stayed low. She covered both breasts with her hands and started running down the sidewalk. She felt her heart racing, she was streaking in a place she'd never been before, all she had on her was her keys and phone, she truly was vulnerable. She squirmed as each house she passed risked someone catching her outside their window. However, that just caused her to feel even more aroused, the more exposed, and at-risk she was, the more the fire inside of her burned. Kate's eyes widened as she felt a familiar pit in her stomach, oh no, she was about to orgasm! She nearly crashed into Diane's door as she started banging on her door. "Fuck me, fuck me," Kate said nervously as she tried to hold in a moan, oh god she was so close! She heard the door's lock being turned and soon saw her beautiful girlfriend pop out. XXX Diane's expression was one of shock as she saw her trembling and very surprising nude girlfriend standing in front of her. She didn't know how to react, she appreciated seeing her and naked as well, but when she'd suggested hanging out at her house she kinda expected her date to be clothed. "Um..?" Diane was truly at a loss for words, she didn't know whether to look at her or turn around. "C-can I-I-I -com-come in!" Kate pleaded as she was glancing behind her, making sure no one got an unobstructed view of her large butt. Diane wanted to say yes, but this was just too weird. "Why are you nude Kate?" Diane was surprised that instead of an answer she heard Kate moan, her first instinct was to help but the moan sounded familiar, it wasn't of pain....but pleasure? "Diane, please let me in!" Kate begged, as she bit her lip and closed her eyes, she seemed to be holding back. Diane knew Kate well enough to know that this was her "I'm about to cum beware everyone in the splash zone". Before Diane could tell Kate to come in the older women gasped and fell onto her knees on her welcome mat. Kate tilted her head back and moaned out loud as she came right in front of Diane. The older woman who Diane found to take charge in the bedroom due to her experience was air humping her welcome mat and cumming right in front of her like a common street whore. Diane pulled her girlfriend inside, but Kate was still cumming so it was more dragging her inside. She closed her door and pulled Kate to her living room. The womans moan getting quieter and quieter until all she could hear was heavy breathing. She was so confused and had so many questions. Was she mugged? Or worse...raped? XXX Kate had her eyes closed as she continued to enjoy her post-orgasm bliss. From reading ENF erotic fiction she'd been aware of 'ENF orgasm' an orgasm created from being in an ENF situation without even touching yourself, but she never actually thought her body was capable of it. She could feel her walls constrict as she started to cum, it was odd cumming while neither her fingers of her vibrator was inside of her. It was then her other senses started to come back, first, she smelled of something really sweet, a familiar perfume, then she could feel another hand on top of hers, stroking her arm with their thumb. Kate's eyes immediately opened and she jumped a little as she realized she was no longer on Diane's front porch, she turned to her side and saw her girlfriend sitting beside, a small frown on her face. Oh god, how would she explain this? Her face heated up and her mouth opened and closed but no words came out of her mouth, she already had trouble planning to explain to Diane how she has an ENF kink, but now how do you explain showing up at your girlfriend's door naked and on your knee's cumming on their front door!? "I-I-I, um, ah how do I-" Kate's stumbled speech was interrupted by Diane leaning over and kissing her on the lips. Kate immediately melted into the kiss, oh she needed this. Before the kiss could move any further Diane pulled away, much to the whimper of Kate. "Are you okay?" Diane asked. Not trusting her voice yet Kate simply nodded, giving Diane's hand a firm squeeze. "Do you want some clothes, maybe need me to call the cops?" Diane continued to speak. Cops, COPS!? Kate started to panic again, she knew there was a chance Diane wouldn't appreciate this gesture but calling the cops on her was a bit extreme. "NO!" Kate yelled, surprising the dark-haired woman. Diane looked at Kate a little uneasy as she glanced at her cell phone then back to her nude girlfriend. "Is that a no to the clothes or the cops?" "Both." Kate squeaked her face still very much red. "Um alright, why don't you explain whats going on then. Because I'm very confused and worried Kate." Diane said. Kate nodded, okay she sucked at planning, sucked worse at actually following through on her plan, maybe winging it would be best. "You agree that since we've been having sex its been amazing right?" Diane nodded along to her words. "Well, you showed me your toys last time, and it got me thinking, I wanted to show you one of my kinks." Kate could feel heart racing a mile a minute, but she could do this. "So my kink was showing up at your door, naked." Oh, she could feel her face heat up just saying that out loud. She didn't want to look at Diane's face but she needed to know how the younger woman was taking this odd fetish. "So you get off on showing off your body?" Diane asked. "Not exactly, it's more the thrill of trying not to be caught " Kate tried to explain. "So you get off on not showing off your body?" The goth looked very confused. "...not exactly?" God, why was this so difficult!? "It's called ENF, stands for embarrassed, nude, female. Basically it's a fetish in which people get sexual pleasure from being naked and exposed in places they are normally supposed to wear clothes at." Kate could finally see the wheels turning in Diane's head as she started to explain ENF a bit more. "Oh! So you get horny from exposing your tiny boobies outside your home?" God, when Diane said it like that it sounds so humiliating. She felt herself crossing her arms over her small chest. "Well I wouldn't use those words but yes." Kate agreed, somewhat. "That would explain why I opened my door to find you having an orgasm on my 'welcome' mat." Oh if Kate could jump in a hole she would. "I didn't plan for that to happen, but I got so worked up that I couldn't control myself," Kate responded shyly. "Sorry I freaked you out and sorry for...ruining your mat." She said as she looked down at her lap. She could feel Diane's hand on her face as she twisted her to look in her direction. "Nothing to be sorry about, if anything it's a compliment you wanted to open your world to me." A small smile forming on Diane's face. Kate could feel her own smile forming as well, Diane was her first partner she ever told about her ENF kink, and she was accepting of it! Oh, she could kiss Diane at this moment...well why wasn't she!? Kate leaned in softly placed her lips onto Diane's. The younger woman was eager to reciprocate as she leaned into the kiss. Kate could start to feel her racing as she could feel Diane place her soft hands on her bare body. It was such a strange feeling being completely naked while your partner was fully clothed, it sent tingles down her body knowing she should be feeling a little shy because of it, but if anything it turned her on more. She pushed herself over so that she was straddling her. She slid her tongue across Diane's lips and the other woman was eager to accept as she opened her mouth to let it in. Her hands were just as active as she rubbed them across the younger woman's body, excited to feel every inch of it, there were just a few things in the way. Her hands reached down to Diane's jeans, she unbuttoned and unzipped them, the sound making her smile. Willing to help, Diane lifted her lower body and Kate easily pulled the pants down the woman's leg. Kate soon broke the kiss and started to move her way down the goths neck, she was all too willing and leaned her head back to open more access. She planted small kisses along her jawline and further down, a soft moan escaping Diane's mouth. Taking advantage of the amount of cleavage her shirt was giving Kate started to plant kisses along her chest, she could feel Diane jump a little at the attention her body was getting. Kate had to admit Diane's breasts were one of the biggest she'd ever seen, she could spend so much time giving them the attention they needed, but Kate felt like eating something first. Kate slid down to kneel on the floor between Diane's legs. She gently placed her hands on the insides of the horny girl's quivering thighs, feeling the softness of her skin, she pushed them further apart so that Diane's legs were now spread obscenely wide. Then the blonde took a second to admire the view from close. The sheer panties were stained with juices, changing the material from sheer to transparent, showing off every detail of Diane's pristine pussy. Kate looked up to see Diane looking to her side away from her, a small blush on her face. She found it cute no matter how many times they slept together the younger woman always seemed to be a little shy when it came to sex. She smiled devilishly and gave her a wink before she lowered her mouth and planted a kiss on Diane's lips through the panties, making the dark-haired beauty throw her head back in pleasure. The blonde let her tongue run along the contours of her slit for a second before she reached for the waistband of her panties. It didn't take much force to rip the flimsy material apart, leaving Diane's dripping pussy completely bare. She tugged the shreds out from under her girlfriend's ass, leaving her naked from the waist down, and threw the remains onto the floor with a flick of her wrist. Then she dived in, having wasted enough time on teasing she now felt the need to taste this girl. She felt her jump as her lips locked around the clit and she applied suction. "Holy Fuck!!!" Diane yelled out as she felt the older woman's tongue flick over her sensitive spot, her back arching off the couch at the sensation. The blonde then used the thumbs of both hands to pull Diane's labia apart, exposing the inner pinkness of her pussy and her tight opening and pushed her tongue as deep into the velvety channel as it would go. A quick glance up and Kate could see Diane reached up, cupping her own heaving breasts through her shirt with her hands and began to tweak and twist her nipples while she was orally serviced. Kate smirked as her tongue ran over a sensitive spot. The sudden jolt went through the goths body and her eyes opened wide, staring down at the blonde, who grinned cheekily while she inserted two fingers into her pussy, rapidly finger-fucking her. "Cum, Diane" she whispered before locking her lips around her clit again. Diane bucked and thrashed on the couch, quickly losing control over her own body. Her legs clamped together over Kate's ears as the blonde furiously fingered her. "Oh my god... oh... Oh... OOOOOOH!" she yelled on the top of her lungs, throwing her head back as she came over the girl's hand and face. Her whole body tensed and shuddered as her pussy exploded over Kate's fingers. "Fuuuuck..." Suddenly all tension left Diane. Her body felt like jelly. Breathlessly she slumped back on the couch, panting, her knees dropping apart, letting Kate's head free. "... shit," she mouthed. Kate chuckled silently. She gave Diane's pussy a last lick, lapping up her honey from her slit before slowly crawling up on top of her. Softly she kissed her on her lips, making her taste her own juices. "Nice show!" she whispered, winking at the exhausted woman. Diane whimpered in response, unable to form any words. As comfortable as the couch was Kate knew the bedroom was where the main show needed to be. She gently tugged Diane's arm until she stood up. She wobbled a bit as she was still recovering from her orgasm. "Oh, why did you rip my underwear? Those were one of my favorite pairs of panties?" Diane whined when she saw her undergarment ripped in two. Kate had the decency to blush, she may have gotten a little TOO in the moment. "Sorry." She said while they both walked upstairs to her bedroom. "How about next week we go shopping and I can find you something nice to wear to repay you?" She batted her eyes a bit for extra emphasis. Diane giggled at the older woman's antics, she was always a sucker for Kate. "Sure we can go shopping. At the local mall?" "Right." Kate nodded, oh her girlfriend was so unaware of what she had planned for her at the mall, but as she walked behind Diane and finally got a good look at her bottomless state, her cute butt jiggling with each step, all logic went out the window. Diane had barely walked into the bedroom when she gasped in surprise as Kate started attacking her neck. Pecking at every inch of the dark beauties neck. She bit her lip as she could also feel Kate's hands grabbing a handful of her butt. Soon the hands circled around her and started to tug at her shirt. "As much as I fucking love seeing you bottomless, it's time to get you naked," Kate said each word spoken between a kiss on the neck. Diane merely nodded and lifted her hands to allow Kate to lift her shirt over her head and thrown to the floor, now only wearing her bra. Kate's hand soon attacked Diane's large breasts, groping them over her bra. Even though she'd just come Diane could already feel her pussy moistening from the attention. Eager to continue Kate snaked her sands underneath Diane's bra, eager to finally play with her two favorite toys. Everyone at their office didn't nickname her DDiane for nothing. Diane moaned out loud as her thumb brushed over her left nipple. She then used both of her index fingers and started circling her nipples, getting the woman to shudder. She soon used her thumb and finger and pinched, eliciting another moan. Soon Kate started pinching and lightly tugging them. "Oooooh, Kate!" A louder cry escaping the goth's lips. Kate smirked, god just hearing her girlfriend moan her name was making her wet. She went up to her ear and gave it a small bite. The biting mixed in with her nipples being pinched caused Diane's body to shake, almost dropping onto the bed if it wasn't for Kates's own hands. "Oh FUCK KATE!" Diane cried out, her own hands went up to her own breasts and grabbing Kate's hand. "Are you about to cum for me?" Kate whispered in her ear. "Yeah," Diane said quietly, nodding. Before Diane could say anything she felt Kate's hands move out of her bra, she was about to whine about why she stopped before she felt Kate push her, bending her over her bed. She felt the blonde's hands on her bra and unclasped them, and pulled them off her, leaving her naked just like Kate. "Where is it?" Kate demanded. Diane knew what she was referring to "Top drawer, left dresser." Diane could hear Kate opening the drawer. She felt her face heat up at what was about to happen. Not trusting her legs to give out again she crawled onto the bed and laid on all fours ready to be fucked. Diane soon heard something behind her. She turned her head and her heart started to race even more as she saw Kate behind her, a strap on being worn. "I trust you don't need lubrication?" Kate teased, a small smirk on her face. Diane nodded not trusting her voice to answer, as it was fairly obvious how wet Kate had made her. She just wiggled her ass inviting her to come in. Diane could feel Kate crawl in the bed behind her. She bit her lip as she could feel the strap on poking at her hot core, just a few more inches. *SMACK* Diane cried out and almost fell on her face as she felt her rear get smacked, she was about to turn her head before Kate slapped her ass again. "I asked you a question Diane, not have you shake your ass at me like a horny idiot," Kate growled out, her dominant sexual personal fully coming out. Oh, Diane loved it when Kate dominated her like this, maybe it was because she was younger, or less experienced but either way she loved this. "N-NO!" Diane yelled out Another hand smacked her left butt cheek. It was so hard she nearly felled over, her breasts swung wildly smacking her in the face. "No what?" Kate said her hand raised to give another slap. "N-no, i-it doe-doesn't need to be lub-lubricated!" Diane was getting desperate, her pussy was aching to be filled, she wanted no needed Kate to fuck her now! "Please Kate!" Diane started to beg. Her girlfriend's only answer was another spank to her now quite red rear. "How bad do you want this fake dick in your pussy?" Kate demanded. Diane whimpered as her girlfriend gave another smack. "Very badly! If we were at work and you bent me over my desk I'd be so happy for you to fuck me! Kate smiled at that answer, she may have to try that work then. She grabbed the quivering girl's waist and positioned the strap on at Diane's leaking entrance. She gently slid the peak along the slit. Diane moaned out at the touch, arching her back trying to push her pussy into it. Soon Kate started to push inside Diane's walls, she smiled as there wasn't much resistance, the poor girl must have been soaked while she teased her. The entire length of the strap on was in, she stayed still for a moment to let Diane soak it in. Her heavy breathing was a sign she was in her own world. She pulled out a little before slamming it in, a cry escaping Diane's lips from the force. Kate pulled out even more and put it back in, and soon she started to have a rhythm. Each time she pushed it back in Diane would push her butt out to meet it. Kate could hear Diane's breathing quickening. She exhaled loudly as she slipped deeper inside. Her cunt clamped down tightly around the shaft. She slowly slid it back and forth inside her. Hands gripped her hips tighter trying to keep their rhythm The room was silent except for Diane's heavy breathing and the suction sound of strapon moving back and forth inside her pussy. Feeling bold Kate leaned in and circled her arms and with each hand grabbed a handful of Diane's swinging breasts. That caused the goth to cry out even louder as Kate started to play with her nipples. "Oh, oh, oh, Oh, Oh, OH!" Diane started to pant, she was close to cumming. Kate picked up the pace and started thrusting harder and faster. "Oh, Oh, I-I'm about to-to CUM!" Diane tilted her back and started to orgasm loudly as Kate gave one final thrust into her. Her body shook as she moaned out, her pussy started to squirt her honey all over Kate's torso and onto the bed. She could feel her body still shaking in her arms as she remained on the spit of the shaft. The room was quiet except for the sound of our breathing. Diane remained standing on all fours. Kate slowly removed the shaft from out of her, it was completely coated in her juices. She got off of Diane and laid down on the bed, the younger woman following suit. "That...was amazing Kate," Diane said, with each word taking heavier breaths. Kate just smiled as she took the moment of peace to admire her girlfriend. Sweat glistened all of Diane's body, her face was flushed red, and with each breath, she saw her large breasts moving up and down, it was almost hypnotic. Not even to mention the dark bush and the rest of her legs were just coated in her own cum. Diane was a hot mess, and Kate loved it. "I'm glad you liked it, hope I wasn't too harsh on you?" Sometimes Kate could get lost in the moment, she hated to think she may have gone too far. "No, it's fine um.." Diane's cheeks starting to pinken as she bit her lip. "I like it when you dominate me." She admitted quietly. Kate smiled at her words. "I'm glad, I kinda enjoy it actually." "Well as much as I enjoy it I think it's only fair I get to fuck you now," Diane said as she started to reach out for the strap on. Kate moved it back out of Diane's reach, the pale girl looked at her a little confused. "I prefer to use it clean, and as you can see you came all over it." Diane's eyes realized what she meant, she leaned in with her face and licked the shaft from the bottom, all the way to the tip. She then opened her mouth and slowly moved in, Kate was impressed that she was able to deep throat the entire length. Diane bobbed her head up and down making sure to drink in every bit of her honey. Once she was satisfied her mouth popped as she removed it from her mouth. "Good enough?" She asked. "I don't know, you seemed to be enjoying it, are you sure you like women?" Kate teased, only to laugh as her girlfriend gave her a playful smack. She removed the strap and handed it over while she got ready on all fours ready for her turn. "I'm guessing you want to do anal?" Diane asked as she lubriacated the strp on, an unsure look on her face. Kate nodded happily, ever since Stephanie tried to insert her baton into her ass she'd gotten curious about anal and tried doing it with a few toys of her own, she now felt ready to try it with her partner. "Okay, just tell me if it hurts." The dark-haired woman said as she stood up behind Kate. Diane concentrated as she raised the shaft and lined it up between those gorgeous ass cheeks. "Ooh you dirty girl," Diane said as she pushed it headfirst slowly between them. Kate groaned a little as she found her puckered little pink asshole giving some resistance. Having never done anything like this, she thought for a moment there was no way it would fit. Diane continued to push forward and with some difficulty, her asshole surprisingly began to yield to the invading member. Again she let out a groan as still holding the base she pushed harder against it. Then all of a sudden the tip of the shaft popped inside. "Gosh you're tight," Diane said struggling to continue, she sighed as she drove forward forcing it deeper inside. Kate expected to be screaming in pain but instead, she just moaned and even gave her ass a little wiggle to assist him in his efforts. Slowly she drew it back before driving it back into her, "ooh fuck, fuck, fuck!" She groaned as she felt the tightness of the shaft like it had never been before. Diane quickly built up speed and was soon ramming it roughly into her driving it up to the hilt, her thighs hitting her firm round cheeks. Kate couldn't believe she was being fucked in the ass, and she was getting very turned on by it! Every time her partner thrust into her, her body felt tingles all over her skin, as if it was her pussy getting the attention. She arched her back further in a gesture that told her she was actually enjoying it. She could feel an orgasm building, it was almost overwhelming how much it was sneaking up on her. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" Kate cried out. She must've been close as she could hear and feel Diane having trouble fucking her at a fast pace. Suddenly her pussy started to constrict and Kate started to cum right there, she felt no control over her body as she squirted all over the bed and let out an intense roar of sexual pleasure. Her body shook immensely as it shot through her, it almost felt animalistic. She lost the strength in her arms and fell face-first onto the bed, the mattress doing little to lessen her orgasmic cry. Soon the sensation started to die down and Kate started to gasp heavily as she tried to recover. She never felt so exhausted after an orgasm like it. She could feel Diane pulling the shaft out of her ass, soon it was put away and she laid right next to her. "Are you okay? I didn't hurt you right?" Diane asked a bit concerned. "No, it was a little uncomfortable but fuck it felt so good." Kate responded, having a little trouble speaking. Diane smiled as she leaned in a placed a soft kiss on her lips. "Why don't we just stay in bed and watch a movie?" The goth suggested. "That sounds nice." Kate said as she moved over and cuddled with her girlfriend, she sighed blissfully as she laid her head on Diane's soft breasts, of she could lay like this all night. XXX Kate nervously squirmed as she stood in front of the doorway with Diane. They had a fabulous night together and her showing up nude had definitely been worth it. However, there was a problem, Kate in her sex filled mind didn't think of. Getting home. She looked outside to see it was broad daylight, the morning after she came over, and saw people outside milling about, some walking down the sidewalk, others on their front lawns. Kate gulped at the thought of now walking past all of them to her car, completely naked. "Um, Diane?" Kate asked nervously, glancing back at her lovely and generous girlfriend. "Yes, Kate?" Diane answered, a small smirk on her face as she had obviously pieced together the same thing Kate was worried about. "Could I, by any chance borrow an outfit from you?" Kate squirmed a little as Diane's smirk turned into a full smile. Diane pressed a finger on her lip and tilted her head up to ponder Kate's request. She 'hmmed' as she kept "thinking". "There's a problem with that Kate, my clothes don't fit you." She finally answered, and Kate could feel herself getting wet as her nightmare was slowly becoming a reality. "Bu- but you do fit me!" Kate tried to convince her. Diane sighed sadly at her nude girlfriend. "Really Kate?" Diane motioned to her large DD breasts, and then towards Kate tiny boobies. The size was vastly different. "Were not the same size sorry," Diane said as she started pushing Kate toward the door. "but, but, but not even pants!?" Kate begged as Diane opened the door and she was hit with the bright light. "Nope!" Diane said as she shoved Kate through the door, and outside. Kate was like a wild animal frozen in fear. All around her were potential problems, everyone here could see her nude and laugh and poke fun at her nude expense. Maybe while they hadn't noticed her yet she could sne- "BYE KATE THANKS FOR CUMMING!" Diane yelled and soon followed by a heavy slam of her front door. Kate cried out as every single person's eyes landed on her, some confused, others hollering and whistling at the naked women in front of her. Kate was so frozen with fear she hadn't ever moved her hands in front of her to cover herself. Everyone was getting a great view of her small chest, and her very dark bush, which did not match her blonde hair at all. A sudden flash of a camera broke her trance, and she hastily covered her boobs and bush with her hands and ran. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," Kate muttered as she continued to run, she passed by a woman playing with her kids and both of them were shocked to see a nude woman run in front of me. "You whore get out of her!" She yelled at her, that only caused a larger commotion. Kate just kept her head down, her face extremely red, she'd never been this humiliated in her life, and yes to her horror quite aroused. She knew her car was close, she just had to get in, drive home, and never come back to this neighborhood again, simple plan. Unfortunately, Kate didn't see until the last moment a person appear in front of her, she bumped into them headfirst and bounced back landing on her back on the pavement. She could still hear some commotion but she was a bit dazed. Her vision started to come back and she saw someone standing in front of her, it was a police officer. "Well, well, well, I didn't expect to see you so soon, and naked as well." The officer said a smirk on her face as she stared down at Kate who had her legs wide open as if she was asking to be fucked. Kate gulped as she realized this was Stephanie, the same police officer who busted her from streaking a few weeks ago. The same officer who bent her over her car and fucked her with her baton. The same officer who was now standing between her wide open legs, with a predatory smile on her face. "Fuck me."

Kathy Flashing at the Indy 500 by Kathys_Show Wow! My second public flashing was awesome. Yes, a few weeks after turning sixteen, I flashed for the very first time at the national drag races. Now just eight months later, I flashed for the very first time at the Indy 500. Only a lot more happened than simply flashing this time, a whole lot more. Since I began sixteen, I've written my sexual exploits in private diaries. I wrote down all the juicy details: what I did, what happened to me, my emotions and the dialog. While reading those diaries it really surprised me how much all of those juicy little details came right back to me. If you didn't read my first story this is what I looked like. I was a very petite brunette with brown eyes five feet tall and eighty-five pounds. My measurements were 36D - 19 - 32. Yes, I had very large breasts and big nipples too. I also had a tiny waist, flat tummy, and a firm little butt. I wore the same pink tube top and blue jean skirt that I wore to the drag races. Instead of flat sandals, I wore high-heeled sandals. And that’s it; except for that little top and skirt, I was totally naked underneath. I was more than ready to do some serious flashing. I did some research on the Indy 500 and found that the best time to go flashing was Friday and Saturday nights before the race. The best place was right out on Georgetown road, immediately across from the 500. This is when all the real party people come in with their tents, camper trailers and motor homes. I called the same boy that took me to the national drag races before. He was now a college freshman. I asked him to escort me to the race. Well, he was more than eager to do it. He picked me up and we got there a little after 8:00 pm. The west side of Georgetown road was packed with campers. There were thousands of people everywhere, mostly men. Some were sitting in lawn chairs, some were cooking food and some were playing bag toss games. But they all appeared to be drinking beer. It was completely different than at the national drag races where I first flashed. I really thought it would be just like before; however, it was definitely not the same. The people here were not behind fences, or way up high in the grandstands. Here all the people were right in front of you, just a few feet away. I was not ready for that at all. It made me very nervous. I was beginning to feel like the first time I flashed all over again. "Wow. This is a lot different than the drag races," I said to my date. "Oh yeah. I told you its fuckin crazy around here," he replied. While taking a long look at me. "You look scared," he commented with a little smirk. I did not reply. "We can leave, if you want to?" he suggested. In a rather compassionate way I might add. "Oh no! No, I'm just kind of getting used to everything," I replied. Hell, I didn't want to sound like a big chicken, especially since I was the one that asked him to escort me here. Heck, the only reason I was nervous was because everyone was so close, and getting drunker by the minute. Plus my date had told me the cops will arrest you if they catch you flashing. Could you possibly imagine explaining that arrest to your parents? Hah! "Why don't we just walk around for an hour or so, before you do anything" my date suggested. "Ah, I don't think so," I replied. In the background I heard some of the guys yelling at other girls. No way was I waiting an hour! I wanted to flash my big tits now. I wanted to so bad I was ready to burst. I was so turned on that juice was already dripping out of my pussy. We had no sooner crossed 25 th street, when men began yelling at me. A huge bolt of excitement shot through my entire body. I could actually feel my nipples and clit growing, getting larger. "Hey, sweet thing. You're looking fine. How about a look at those?" a very big man said to me. There were several men letting out loud wolf whistles, hooting at me, waving their arms and doing anything they could to get my attention. My nipples got so hard! I could feel them straining to get even harder. I couldn't wait any longer, so I stopped right in front of them and looked around for cops. There were at least a dozen men and you could tell they all knew I was about to give them a show. Every one of them had turned, and was looking straight at me. My God, it really was like the first time I flashed! My legs were shaking (my whole body was shaking) and I was truly scared to death. Yet the scariness just made it that much more exciting. I put my thumbs down in both sides of my tube top, and with a very nervous smile on my face, took in a deep breath, and pulled my top down. I pulled my top all the way down to my waist, and my big 36D breasts were right out there for everyone to see. I couldn't help glancing down at my breasts. Wow, my nipples were very thick, and oh boy, were they ever sticking way out there. You wouldn't believe how turned on I was right then. You should have heard the cheering and whistling coming from all the men. Total sexual excitement rushed through my entire body like a bolt of lightning. It ran right down to my pussy, and made it pop a little orgasm. I could feel the wetness trickling out of my cunt. I felt all flushed in the face. Hell, my whole body felt flushed. I could not even begin to describe how sexually aroused I was, just from flashing that first time. After a while I pulled up my top gave them a little finger wave, and moved on. Oh yeah, that was most definitely why I came here, for that unbelievable rush of sexual excitement! "Hey! Show us too, show us too, baby doll," the very next group of men yelled out. I had only walked thirty feet at most when I stopped and gave another quick look around for the cops. Again, I pulled my top all the way down exposing my bare breasts, and again I received the cheers and sexual rush that I love. Now even at sixteen, I realized right away there is no way I could be stopping every thirty feet and flashing. It would draw way to much attention, and I would get caught by the police. So I decided I would walk at least a block or so before flashing again. That plan didn't last long as I must have flashed at least forty times by the time we got to the far end of Georgetown road which was a little over a mile long. Holy cow, I was like in flashers heaven. I flashed more times in that first pass than I did the whole time at the drag races. We got soft drinks at a concession stand, and sat down on a bench to drink. With all the hot guys walking around, I just couldn't help myself. So I kind of left my legs spread open. No not wide open, but enough for anyone that was looking could see my bare naked pussy. Well, believe me, there was most definitely a lot of guys looking. It was really exciting to just be sitting there sucking on a straw while guy after guy, walked past me looking right up my skirt, and knowing they were seeing my swollen little cunt. This was like another first for me and it was the first time I had ever flashed my pussy. Well, we finished our drinks, and started walking back the other way. It was like all the guys, were waiting for me to come back past them. I tried to remember where I had flashed before, and then flash in between those spots. Well, that plan went away rather quickly too. I just couldn't resist flashing anyone that yelled at me. I must have flashed my breasts at least fifty times, and we weren't even half way back from where we started. There was several younger men sitting in a lawn chairs. I had flashed them on my first pass. One of them yelled out to me. "Hey! Miss pinky top, I got a question for you?" I stopped and looked over at them. "I was wondering if you could settle a little bet between me and my brother?" he asked. "Well, if I can." I replied with a nervous smile. That was actually the very first time I had ever spoken with any of the men. "My brother says you're not wearing panties, and I say you are," he explained. All the other men started grinning and chuckling. After a brief pause he said with a little smirk on his face, "I was just hoping you could tell us which one is right?" Needless to say that really caught me by surprise. No one had ever asked me about my panties. I was a bit flustered for a few seconds thinking how to answer him. But then the light went off in my head. This is a chance to flash my cunt. So without saying a word to them, I lifted the front of my dress fully exposing my bare cunt to at least twenty men. A very loud, "Ohhh!" came from all the men's mouths followed by loud cheering. "Thank you!" the man yelled out in that long drawn out way. I gave them a smile and the little finger wave, turned around, and lifted the back of my skirt to show them my bare little butt as well. Again there was loud cheering and whistling. "Nice ass honey!" was yelled out by several men. Yes, I really liked that "nice ass" comment. I walked on flashing my tits so many times I couldn't even begin to tell you how many. After that first time every so often, guys would ask me about my panties in one way or another. "What's under the skirt, sweetheart?" most of the men would yell out. "What do you think?" I would reply, acting like the shy little girl. "Well! We're all curious what color panties you have on?" most would say. Again without saying a word I would lift my skirt, and show them that I was not wearing panties. Surprisingly to me just about every time the men seemed truly surprised that I was not wearing any panties. Of course I turned, and lifted the back of my dress showing my bare ass too. "Nice ass! Nice ass! Nice ass!" I repeatedly heard from all the men. Oh yes, I really did like hearing those "nice ass" comments. Anyway, I had an 11:00pm curfew, and by the time we got back where we started it was time to go home. Bummer! Hell, I could have stayed there all night long. But there was tomorrow night. Only there was a problem with that. My date called around 3:00pm Saturday afternoon, and told me he would not be able to go. His grandfather was gravely ill, and his father wanted all the family up at the hospital. Of course I understood, and wished his grandfather well. But was I ever disappointed at first. I knew there was no way I was going to miss going back there tonight. After a minute, I remembered my parents were leaving at 5:00pm to go and visit relatives at their lake cottage, and they were not coming back till Monday night. I had a car to drive, so no problem … I would just go alone! Was it scary going alone? Absolutely! But again, that just makes it that more exciting. I wanted to wear something different. Why? Because I really liked flashing my pussy and ass. The skirt I had on was ok, but not the best. So I tore through my closet trying anything on that looked better, but nothing did. Then I spotted this blue jean dress that I hadn't worn in a couple of years. It snapped down the front, and opened like a robe. I put it on and realized that I had done some growing since I last wore that dress. It was short above mid-thigh, and my breasts kind of bulged out of it; but when I looked in the mirror, did it ever look hot! Even though I couldn't fasten the top three snaps, because of my big tits, I knew right away this was what I wanted to wear. My Dad (mister right on schedule) left right at 5:00 pm. I was so excited I couldn't sit still, and just got in the car and went on. I got there a little before 7:00 pm, and the sun hadn't even set yet. But I didn't care … I just couldn't wait to get out there and start flashing. I parked the car and started walking down Georgetown road. As I walked I looked down at my dress, kind of checking myself out. Was I ever showing some serious cleavage and a whole lot of leg! That dress and the high heeled sandals were all I was wearing. I was totally naked under that little dress, and I looked pretty damn hot if I do say so myself! Also as I walked, I noticed right away there were a lot more campers than the night before, and instead of thousands of people there were like tens of thousand of people. There were so many people walking around on Georgetown road that it was barricaded off so cars could not use it. I hadn’t got more than a hundred feet from my car, and guys were already yelling at me too flash them. Now my plan was to just walk around until it got dark. But poof, that plan went away the soon as those men wanted me to flash them. I just couldn't wait, I was way too turned on to wait. I did the mandatory cops glance, and then pulled out on both lapels, and my breasts popped right out. Oh yeah! That's what I needed to get that sexual rush again! But after that first time flashing, I also left the fourth snap down, undone to make it even easier to pop my breasts out and back in again. The dress worked really well, just as I had planned. I must have flashed ten times by the time I got to 25th street, the same place where I started last night. I walked all the way to the south end of Georgetown road. I must have flashed my tits at least a hundred times. It was now dark as I started walking back north again. Then the same group of guys yelled at me again; the guys that wanted me to settle a bet for them last night. Heck, they even seemed to be sitting in exactly the same places. "Hey sweetie," he yelled out to me. I stopped and looked over at them. "My brother says you're still not wearing panties, and I say you are," he shouted while laughing and coughing into his fist. "Ah, do you think you can settle a bet for us again?" Now I was getting a bit braver at talking to these guys. I stopped, put my hands on my hips, and just stood there looking at them for a few seconds. "Well! I guess I can. That is, if it's to settle a bet," I said in my sheepish way. Oh my God, was I ever excited as I looked around for cops, and popping the two snaps at my waist! I took a second look around, and for the very first time spread my dress wide open. Oh yes, I was standing there showing at least thirty men my full naked body from head to toe. I couldn't begin to tell you how sexually aroused I was at that very moment. I actually think I kind of stunned them at first seeing my full naked body. There was a full moment of silence, and a lot of dropped jaws. But then they started whistling, cheering and clapping their hands like crazy men. I started to walk away when the guy yelled out to me, yet again. "Wait, wait wait! Wait a second!" I stopped and turned back at them. "Ah, I, I got another bet for you to settle," he asked. Putting my hands back on my hips, I got one of those ‘yeah right’ looks on my face. "Okay. Now what?" I asked, with a little smirk. "Come here. Come here a minute," he requested, while motioning with his hand for me to come over to them. Woo! Instant nervousness shot through my entire body. I had never entered anyone's camp before. I just kind of stood there in the street not really knowing what to do. He started motioning again, for me to come over to them. "Come on over here. For heaven's sake! No ones going to bite you," he said, trying to reassure me that I would be just fine. Oh, no doubt I wanted to, I really wanted to. Again I have no idea how long I stood there, but eventually my being turned on more than I was nervous won out. I thought to myself ‘oh my Kathy … here we go’. I slowly walked into their camp, and stopped pretty much right in front of him. "So, so what's the bet?" I asked in a nervous, slightly broken voice. "Damn sweetheart! Settle down, no one's going to bite. Okay?" He said, trying to calm me down I guess. I obviously must have looked pretty nervous, or he wouldn't have said that. I said, "Okay. Okay. I'm okay," still speaking with a nervous voice. Hell, I was so nervous my whole body was shaking. After all I was only sixteen, and I was standing in the middle of about thirty grown men. "I'm telling you. There's nothing to be scared about, Sweetie," while shaking his head. "We just want you to settle this really big bet for us. Okay?" "Oh! So it's a real big bet?" I asked kind of loosening up a bit. "Oh yeah! It's a hundred-dollar bet." He replied. With a bit of a smirk on his face "So! What's the bet?" I asked. "Well, my brother says your pussy is shaved, and I say it's not," he said, quite directly. Well, talk about getting three times more nervous in an instant. I kind of stood up straight with my eyes wide open. I most certainly was not expecting them to ask that. Yes, I pretty much had a total look of astonishment on my face, and my legs were shaking more than ever. "Oh, really!" popped out of my mouth in an astonished way. "Oh Yeah! We just need a close up look at your twat," he said, like it was no big deal. Well, letting them look at my cunt was not what was making me so nervous. It was being way back in their campsite that was so scary, and scared I was. My legs were shaking so much I couldn't even stand still. Hell, I didn't know what to do, or what to say. On top of that I was having another little orgasm just because of the sexual situation I was in. He asked, "So what do you think, sweetie? Can we get a little peak at your pussy?" "I guess so." slowly stumbled its way out of my mouth. Without even consciously thinking about it, I popped the two snaps loose on my dress and opened it up for them. "Well, let's see what you got down here, sweets," he said, while leaning his head down to look up between my legs. "Hell! I can't see a damn thing, sweets. You're going to have to spread your legs, a bit" he requested, while chuckling at the same time. "Here right here! Put your foot, right up here on this cooler." he instructed, while tapping his hand on top of this big cooler. I was so flustered I just did whatever he said. As I started to lift my foot, he grabbed my ankle lifting my leg up and setting my foot on top of the cooler. Yeah, my legs were spread open alright. The man didn't even have to lean down to see my pussy. It was right there fully exposed, and spread open for all of them to see. Wow, was I ever excited and turned on. "Holy! Fucking! Shit! Would you look at that pussy!" he exclaimed very loudly to his friends. He looked up and around at all the other men, inviting them to get a good look at my cunt. I have no idea how many men crowded in to look. "Those are the biggest fucking pussy lips, I’ve ever seen!" He exclaimed, with astonishment. "Damn! You won't mind if I have a little feel, would ya?" He asked, very quickly. Before I could even answer him he reached in, and lightly ran his finger tips right under the very edges of my hanging pussy lips. It sent a sharp tingling sensation all through my pussy, and I closed my eyes and tilted my head back. "Ohh," very softly came out of my mouth. It felt absolutely fantastic. "Oh, man! Those lips are fucking nice!" he said, to the other men. The unbelievable sensations in my pussy must have put my being scared on hold. Because right at that very moment all I was thinking about was how great it felt between my legs. He slowly tickled the edges of my hanging lips with his finger tips as I continued to lightly moan. "Ohh," followed by another, "Ohh," softly came from my mouth. He lifted his fingers up into my crotch rubbing my cunt firmly. I had an instant orgasm. Juice was flowing out of my pussy and dripping off his fingers. "Oh! "Ohh! "Ohhh! came from my mouth much louder as I was cumming. The man said, "Damn! I think she's cumming," while leaning his head down to get a better look at my dripping wet cunt. He said to his brother, "Hey. She feels shaved to me, see what you think," while removing his hand from my pussy, and shaking the juice off his fingers. His brother stuck his hand right up between my legs, and started massaging my pussy in a circular motion, my cunt still cumming. "Yep! Feels shaved to me too. Guess I win!" He exclaimed, with a laugh. "Hey! I know one thing for sure. It sure is wet up there," laughing even louder. My whole body was quivering as the juice continued to flow out of my pussy, and dripping off the brother's hand. After a few more circles on my cunt, the brother removed his hand. I was actually disappointed that he stopped. It only took a few seconds and I realized I should probably move on. It was time to get out of Dodge. "Okay, okay. I think I've settle the bet." I said, with a nervous smile. I took my foot down off the cooler. "Thank You!" said the man again in that long drawn out voice. I was actually a bit surprised the guys didn't try to get me to stay. But they were all really cool, and made room for me to leave. As I walked away I fastened my dress at the waist, and gave them the good old finger wave goodbye. I glanced back and they were all smiling and laughing, some giving each other high fives. I apparently made them pretty happy. Yeah it was a bit scary, but I have to admit I sure like it. Hell, I loved it. Can you imagine having your pussy played with right there in public, and by perfect strangers! Wow, that's what I say about it. Wow! I walked up Georgetown flashing at least another twenty times, and about half way back from where I started, I heard a crowd of men yelling at me. "Hey cutie. Come over here a minute," they requested several times. As I looked over at them the crowd split apart making an aisle way. I looked and there was this weird-looking machine, and a sign ‘The Gyro Ball’. What is a gyro ball? Well it's a big gyroscope that a person stands up in, and rides. Once it gets going the person inside will spin around in all directions: forwards, backwards, sideways (and yes upside down) over and over again. They were selling ten minute rides for five bucks. The guys running it motioned with their hands for me to come over. I was a bit nervous, but I thought why not at least see what they want. So I walked up to the machine and the man asked me "How would you like to take a ride?" "Oh, I don't know. I'm afraid I would get sick," I replied. "No, No, No! Not at all. That's what's so marvelous about this. You are perfectly in the center of the gyro, and you will not get dizzy or sick, I guarantee it" he said with complete certainty. I knew exactly what they really wanted. They wanted me to take a ride so they could see my dress flip down. Hell, that’s the only reason I wanted to ride in it. Because to be honest with you, I do not like spinning around and getting dizzy. I don't like that at all, so I had no problem having a very apprehensive look on my face. I stood there staring at the gyro, for the longest time trying to decide if I should do it, or not. All the men standing around were edging me on, and edging me on to take a ride. "Are you absolutely sure, I won't get sick?" I asked apprehensively. "Absolutely! No one, I mean, no one has ever gotten sick or dizzy," he guaranteed. "Well. Okay! I'll give it a try," I said, with a kind of ‘oh shit’ look on my face. All the men gathered around sure seemed happy as could be that I was going to take a ride. The head guy held my hand while I stepped up into the middle of the gyro. I looked down, and there were four things to put your feet in. The guy helping me get in the gyro said "You can put your feet in the middle two, or the outer two, but you'll feel more stable in the outer two." "Oh, Okay! I will use them," I replied in a shaky voice. I really was quite nervous. Hey, I knew what he was doing. I wasn't that naive. Hell, I wanted my legs to be spread wider apart too, and in the outer two footholds my feet were most definitely wider apart. In fact my feet were very wide apart. I grabbed the two handles that were a bit above my head, while the other man wrapped a big leather strap around my tiny waist, and cinched it up tight. By now there must have been close to a hundred men gathered all around the gyro ball machine. It was cool that the gyro was mounted on top of a trailer. So I was pretty high up and even the guy's way in the back could clearly see me in the gyro. "Are you ready?" the man asked me. "As ready as I will ever be," I replied, while taking in a deep breath. "Now what ever you do, don't freak out. I guarantee you, there is absolutely no way you can fall out. Okay?" he explained, trying to reassure me. "Okay! I think I'll be Okay." He gave it a push, and it first rolled back until I was parallel to the ground, on my back. It then rolled back in the opposite direction until I was parallel to the ground, only I was facing down. I went back and forth a few times, each time my feet getting higher and higher than my head. As I started to swing down forward the man yelled out to me. "Okay. Here you go, honey. Flipping it on." "Okay!" I yelled back. I spun forward my feet went way up, and my dress went way down. I was completely upside down, and the gyro was barely moving. And yeah, my bare everything was exposed! I mean my ass and pussy were totally exposed, and my legs were spread apart pretty darn wide. A huge roar of cheers rang out from everyone. I'm sure they were totally surprised that I had no panties on. "Yes! Woo Hoo! Unbelievable! Holy fucking shit! Son of a bitch! Awesome!" We're just some of the many things men yelled out, as I went upside down. I tried to act embarrassed by letting go with one hand and trying to push my dress up between my legs. But I really wasn't trying to cover myself at all. Hell, I was having an absolute ball. It finally turned over and I spun around into an upright position, but it went right back upside down again. By the third time around my breasts had fallen completely out of my dress. "Oohs! Ahhs! Woo Hoo's!" were yelled out, every time I went around. I was hearing all kinds of comments about my tits, ass and cunt, but by far the absolute most comments were about my big pussy lips, flopping all around as I turned over and over. I can tell you right now that ten minute ride was more like fifteen minutes or more; and yes, I loved every single minute of it too. Twice I got stopped completely upside down as the ride ended. I'm sure the guy operating it had something to do with that. As it stopped with me upright a big applause and a lot of whistles came from everyone that had watched. I tried my best to act embarrassed, but I was so hot and so turned on I just don't think I looked very embarrassed. Hell, I really didn't care at that point, I had an absolute blast. "Do you want to go again, honey?" The man asked me right away. "No, No, No!" I said. "At least not right now," while laughing. He confirmed, "You can ride anytime you want," with a big smile on his face. "Well. I might later on, if you don't mind?" "Absolutely! Anytime you want. That was fabulous," he exclaimed. "Yes! It was, I really liked that," I replied, still laughing. The ride operator held my hand to help me down the steps, while all the men that had watched broke out with another loud applause and whistles. They all stepped back again making an aisle way for me to walk through. Wow! Now just how fun was that? I must have flashed a couple hundred guys with that ride. Plus I was not dizzy at all, except for being dizzy turned on! It had been quite a night so far. Flashing, getting my pussy played with, having an orgasm, and then going round and around in the gyro, showing my body to who knows how many men. But I wasn't close to being done yet. It was only a little after 9pm, and my parent's were not home. So tonight, I had no curfew. I walked and flashed all the way back to 25th street, where I used one of those portable johns. I really needed that after going round and around. When I came out guys down on 25th street, were calling for me. Of course I went right over there and flashed several times. That's when I noticed there were rows and rows and rows of camper trailers in the field behind those lined up on Georgetown road. Well, let me tell you - I had just found a whole lot more new men to flash. So I headed down between the second and third rows. It was a bit darker back there which made it a little scary, but what the heck … scary just makes it that much more exciting, right? After walking about half way down the row of campers, and flashing about every fifty feet, some guys asked me the same question that I had been asked before. Apparently that was a common come on line at the Indy 500. "Hey honey! Can you settle a bet for us?" A man yelled out again. "I will if I can," I replied. I was getting bolder at talking with these guys. "My friend says you're not wearing panties, and I say you are," he explained with a smile. "Oh really!" I jokingly replied, as though surprised by this question. "Can you show us which one is right?" he asked. I was really getting into the back and forth banter. So I just stood there for a few seconds, putting my hands on my hips like I was trying to decide if I should show them. "Come on, baby doll! Have a little mercy on some old country boys," he pleaded. I smiled, and started undoing the snaps at my waist. As I did that guys started gathering around in front of me. I did my little look around for cops, and then spread my dress wide open. They started whistling and cheering instantly. I gave them a good long look, and as I was snapping my dress, the same guy yelled out to me again. "Hey doll, got a question for ya." "And what might that be?" I replied, again in a joking way. "Are you shaved?" He very bluntly inquired. Obviously are you shaved is a pretty common line too. Anyway, I knew right away where this might go. It scared me when it happened before, but I also loved it as well. I just couldn't contain myself. So I thought I would play along with it ... maybe even help it along if I could. "Why? Do you have some kind of bet or something on that too?" I asked them. Instantly, he replied, "Yes! Yes we do. Come on over and settle the bet, for us." Even though I was playing along with this, I still got plenty nervous. After all there were a lot of men here, and it was much more secluded back in the field than out on Georgetown road. I just stood there thinking about it, getting more turned on by the second. Just thinking about what might happen was making my pussy tingle. He motioned with his hand just like the other guys had done. "Come on over doll. No ones going to hurt you. We just want to see if you're shaved or not." Oh my, I was just too turned on I had to go over there. He was sitting backwards on the bench of a picnic table. As I got up in front of him, I undid the snaps at my waist, and opened my dress. He leaned his head way down looking up between my legs and said "Hell. I can't see anything. It's too fucking dark. Someone hand me, a flashlight!" About two seconds later at least two dozen flashlights came on, all pointing right at my body. The guy again leaned over shining a flashlight right up at my cunt. "Holy fucking shit! Would you look at this girl’s pussy?" There were all kinds of guys crowding in trying to get a look at my cunt. The guy put his hand on the inside of my knee and pushed out. "Spread your legs, doll. Everyone's got to see this." As he pushed my leg, for whatever reason, I lifted it way up and put my foot on the bench he was sitting on. I also turned my whole body, so I was facing out towards the bulk of the men. "That a girl! Now, lean back a little, so everyone can see," he requested. I was getting very hot very quickly. I not only leaned back, I actually tilted my cunt up, and pushed it out towards them which made my legs spread open even wider. "Oh yeah! That a girl, that a girl, spread’em open," he said, with excitement. "Damn! That is some fucking pussy you got there, doll." Between having my legs spread open pretty wide, one foot up on the bench, and leaning back so far, I had a hard time keeping my balance. The man reached in without even asking and started flipping my cunt lips with his finger. "Would you just look at these fucking pussy lips," still fingering them. "That's fucking gorgeous, just fucking gorgeous." The fingering of my pussy lips quickly turned into fingering my clit. My clit was stiff and sticking way out from my crotch. Each time he touched my clit it sent big jolts deep into my pussy. The man seemed as mesmerized with my clit as he was my labia. But the fingering of my clit had brought me to an orgasm. Juice started flowing out of my hole, and dripping to the ground. "Oh! Ohh!" Ohhh!" I moaned, as I started cumming. "Holy shit! Holy fucking shit! She's cumming! She's fucking cumming!" He looked up at the other men, like they were missing it or something, and saying even louder. "Look at that man, she's fucking cumming!" He started doing my clit harder, rolling his finger tip back and forth over it. I was so hot I just couldn't help myself. I had leaned back so far while trying to tip my pussy up more that two men behind me were actually holding me up keeping me from falling over backwards. Those two men slid their hands around my sides and started groping my tits, and squeezing my nipples. I'm sure the other men seeing that got them to reach in too. They started rubbing my thighs, my tummy, my bush, and my ass. I had hands all over my body and I was now having a second orgasm. "Oh my god! Ahh! Ohh! Oh my god!" rolled out of my mouth. "Un-fucking believable! She's, cumming again man. She's fucking cumming again!" he exclaimed, and then asked, "Hey! You guys seeing this she's cumming again man!" I was having one orgasm after another. The more I came the harder he rubbed my clit. I looked around and saw that I must have been encircled by at least fifty men. But, I just didn't care right then. All that mattered to me right then was that man's finger bringing me to multiple orgasms. I was moaning and groaning very loud, and every time I had an orgasm, I yelled out "Oh my god! Oh my god!" It was sheer ecstasy in my voice. I cannot honestly tell you how long I was there, or how many orgasms I had … I just don't know. The only thing I remember for sure is that I had several orgasms. The man stopped doing my clit but juice continued to stream out of my pussy. Again the men seemed mesmerized just watching my cunt orgasm. Then I just seemed to kind of snap out of my orgasmic trance. I lowered my foot down off the bench, and the guys were cool just like the other ones had been. They all removed their hands from my body, even helping me stand back up straight. I actually felt kind of embarrassed if you can believe that. For a few seconds, I felt like I was in some kind of a sexual dream world. I really wanted to say something, but I had not a clue what to say. As I closed my dress and squeezed one snap closed at the waist, the guy that had fingered my clit said "God damn, honey! That was fantastic. Absolutely slam damn fucking fantastic." with all the other guys nodding their heads and agreeing with him. I said, "Wow! That was different," while slowly shaking my head, and slightly laughing. "I think I better go now." "Hell, honey! You can stay here all night if you want," he said. I said "Well, thanks, but I, I should go." My legs were a little shaky at first feeling a bit weak. I had only walked a few steps when I kind of popped out of my sexual dream world. The first thing I thought was holy crap that was fucking awesome … absolutely fucking awesome. I had no idea that I could have that many orgasms right in a row. I had never done it before, but boy I sure as hell loved it. With guys yelling again, I decided to quit the subtle flashing of my breasts. I spread my dress wide open, and flashed my full naked body, even turning to the side and pulling back my dress to show them my hard little ass as well. I'm pretty darn sure they all liked it. After that I just opened my dress to anyone wanting me to flash them, and believe me there was still a whole lot more men I hadn't flashed yet. I was having the sexual time of my life. I can't begin to describe to you how turned on and excited I was. I finished flashing that row and walked right over to the next double row of campers. Guess what I noticed while flashing back in the field of campers? No cops! Really, there were no cops. I hadn't seen one cop since I came back here, which was absolutely great with me. I found myself talking with a lot more of the guys as I flashed them. It was really fun and sexually exciting as well. At least a half a dozen different times while standing and talking with guys, they reached in my dress. They all massaged my cunt, a couple of guys sucked my nipples, and a couple others rubbed my ass. While they were doing that they were trying to talk me into going in their camper to fuck. How hot is that? Hell, I had an orgasm every time. It only took a few seconds for me to cum with them rubbing my pussy. But I was able to resist their pressured seductions, and moved on. I have to admit there were a couple of guys that almost had me talked into fucking them. That's one of the reasons I like talking with some of the guys that I flash. I was so turned on I wanted to just take my dress off and walk around naked. But, I figured that is about the time cops would show up, so I left it on. I finished flashing that row of campers and went right on to the next double row. I was so hot I just couldn't get enough of this. My pussy constantly felt like it was ready to explode with an orgasm. I was now in the middle of the next to the last row of campers. I had just flashed a few guys, had walked past a couple of empty sites, and was coming up on another one. There were forty maybe fifty guys most of them sitting in lawn chairs around a campfire, and of coarse drinking beer. I knew they would yell at me to flash them. Have you noticed there always seems to be that one guy in the bunch that does almost all of the talking? That one guy yelled out to me just as I approached their campsite. "Hey sweet thing! Come on over here, and get your size checked." He said, while pointing at four signs that each had a pair of big holes in them. Now this was different … they seemed to be original with this one. Again I was too turned on not to go over there. I went right into their camp walking past the large group around the campfire, and put my hand on one of the boards with holes in them. "Okay. So what are these?" I asked, curiously. "They’re boob gauges, honey! Boob gauges!" The man yelled, loud. "Oh, sorry! I've never seen one before," I said apologetically, but jokingly. "Well, you have now honey. And these here are top quality ones too," he exclaimed, while chuckling and getting up out of his chair. There were four separate signs on stands with two holes in each of them. They had written on them small, medium, large, and oh my god. They really were quite funny. "So how do they work?" I asked, while folding both my arms on top of one of them, and resting my chin on my wrists. "Well, honey. The first thing you need to do is strip butt naked!" "Naked!" I exclaimed, trying to act totally surprised. All the other guys started laughing like crazy. I think both at what he said and my reaction to it. "Well hell, honey. You can't blame me for trying now, can ya?" He said, while getting a beer out of a cooler. "But, you will have to take those big titties out of that dress." I paused a couple seconds, and said, "Okay. I can do that," acting like it was no big deal. After I said that most of the men came over closer to the boob gauges. This boob gauge thing was actually pretty cool, and the guys seemed pretty cool too. That's when I decided to take my dress off. How excited I got with just the thought of being totally naked in front of all these men. It sent a huge tingling feeling through my pussy and made it even wetter. I was nervous as usual as I stepped in front of a table, my back to all the men. I was so excited and stood there for a couple seconds wondering if I should take it off. But my being so aroused again won out. I slipped my dress all the way off and laid it on the table. I could almost feel all the men's eyes focused on my hard little ass. When I turned around they were all staring at me as they saw the front of my body for the first time. "Whoa!" came from all the men's mouths. "Holy Mary mother of God!" the guy doing all the talking blurted out. "You’re fucking gorgeous, honey." I loved the compliments, but I think I loved the astonished look on all the men's faces even more. "Thank you." I replied. "Now how do I do this?" "Just stick your tits right in them there holes, honey." he instructed while pointing at the gauge. I carefully put my breasts in the holes only they didn't quite go all the way in. "Hold it! Hold it right there, let me check!" he exclaimed while stepping to the side of me. While staring at my breasts stuck through the holes he said, "Damn! You got some big ass nipples!" Of course all the other guys started laughing, as well as me. He slid his hand between my chest and the board like he was doing some kind of precision measurement or something. He said, "Nope! They ain't fittin. Move on over to, Oh My," and abruptly stopped talking while staring at my breasts as I took them out of the gauge. Then he just as quickly started again, "GOD! Would you look at those titties." I and all the other guys started laughing like crazy. It was just so funny the way he stopped talking, and started up again. I moved over to the last gauge and stuck my tits all the way into the holes. "Oh My God! The man yelled out loud. "We got us a D cup, boys. We got us a D cup, we got us our first D cup" he said, over and over again. Some of the guys clapped their hands, some whistled, and some gave high fives to each other. I held my arms straight up in the air giving the touchdown sign, and the men laughed and clapped even louder. I was really getting into this kind of stuff. What can I say? It turned me on. I took my breasts out of the boob gauge, and slowly walked back to get my dress giving as long of a naked show as I could. "Damn! You got a nice ass," several of the men said as I picked up my dress. I was just about to put it on when that one guy spoke up. "Hey! Before you put that on can we check something else?" He asked. "And just what might that be?" I asked, while turning around to face them. "Your pussy!" he blurted out loud. "Oh! You want to measure it too?" I replied with a cheesy smile. "That a problem, sweet cheeks?" he boldly asked. I didn't say anything for a couple seconds with all the guys listening for my reply. I kind of flipped my hands out to my sides, and said "No! No problem," like it was cool with me. All the men seemed to have that ‘I can't believe it’ look on their faces. "Here sweets. Sit right up here on the table," he instructed, while putting his hands on the table. "How about putting your feet up here too?" He requested very excitedly. I was so turned on I just did whatever they said. So I slid my butt up on the table pulling my feet up as well. Anyway, there I sat my legs together bent way up to my chest, and totally naked. Was I ever nervous! My whole body was shaking I was so nervous, and even more excited. "We're going to need flashlights." He said to the other guys. It was like mass confusion as several of them scrambled around looking for flashlights. Yes I know I should not have been doing this, but damn I was almost sexually out of control at this point and I just couldn't help myself. With several flashlights now lighting up my entire body, the man stepped up in front of me putting both hands on the tops of my knees, and slowly spreading my legs open. He was looking right at my face like he was waiting, for me to say stop. Only I didn't say anything, not a word. I actually laid back resting on my elbows. I was so hot I almost had an orgasm just from him spreading my legs. "Well, it looks shaved to me, boys," he proclaimed. "But, I really need to check for those damn razor stubbles you know," saying it as though trying to give a reason to touch my pussy. With one finger he softly rubbed my crotch and the skin right next to my pussy. I could feel the orgasm building in my cunt right away. It felt so good that without even consciously thinking about it, I spread my legs open a little wider. I so very clearly remember all of the men's eyes opening up wide, and the expressions on their faces changing as I spread my legs wider. It seemed like a signal to them to proceed and do more. The man instantly moved his finger over, and started rubbing my pussy lips. He was doing it softly and almost teasingly, making my cunt tingle with excitement. Still lying back up on my elbows he spread my pussy lips open, flipping one to each side, and then sliding his finger right up and down the slit of my cunt. The soft continual movement of his finger was driving me absolutely wild with anticipation. I was surrounded by at least fifty men, and they were all intently watching. I was moaning softly which everyone could hear, because all the guys were dead quiet. Again without even consciously thinking about doing it, I spread my legs even wider, and like an involuntary reflex humped my cunt up into his finger. "Mmm. Mmm. Mmm," kept coming from my mouth. Again spreading my legs was like a signal to them, their facial expressions again changing as I slowly humped my pussy up. The man's finger for the first time touched my clit, and again involuntarily I humped my pussy up into his finger. It was like my cunt had a mind all of its own. "Ohh, Ohh," I moaned as he fingered my clit. The man continued slowly and softly sliding his finger back and forth over my clit, and I could feel the juice trickling out of my pussy. The anticipation of him doing my clit harder was literally driving me wild. With my feet together in the middle of the table, my legs bent and spread open again without me even realizing I was doing it. I spread my legs open about as wide as I could spread them and tipped my pussy up. The man pushed down harder on my clit, and flicked it several times. I tilted back my head while arching my back, humping my cunt up into his finger. My entire body tensed up, and I started pumping out a huge orgasm. I could feel my cunt juice coming out of my pussy and running down my ass. "Oh My God! Ahh! Oh My God!" I yelled out repeatedly, as the juice poured out of me. I was in my sexual dream world again. I laid down flat on my back so I could spread my legs even wider. "Damn! That pussy cums a bunch!" One of the men blurted out. Several others just said, "Fuck!" No sooner was that orgasm over that I could feel another building in my cunt. I raised my head and looked down, there were hands all over my body rubbing my thighs, my tummy, feeling my breasts, and squeezing my nipples. My clit was so sensitive, and the man was now flicking my clit hard side to side. "Ahh! Ahh! Oh My God! Oh My God!" I yelled out in a very strained voice, as my cunt exploded with an even bigger orgasm. I laid my head back down on the table feeling even more juice pouring out of my pussy hole. The intensity between my legs was driving me crazy. I again climbed back up to my elbows, and looked down at my cunt. I could see my very, very stiff long clit being bent over flat, then popping back up straight every time the man raked his fat finger over it. "Ahh! Ohh! Ahh! Ahh!" kept coming out of my mouth. The intense sensations in my cunt, especially my clit, became totally unbearable. Again like an involuntary reflex, I slammed my legs closed. They grabbed my legs instantly, and spread them back open. I arched my back way up actually lifting my butt up off the table. My entire body got incredibly stiff as my pussy exploded, again pumping out loads of juice, and making splatting sounds as it dropped on the table. "Ahh! Ahh! Oh My God! Ahh!" I screamed out very loud. The orgasm was so intense I thought I was going to pass out. A man covered my mouth with his hand to muffle my loud screams. Everyone suddenly stopped what they were doing removing their hands from my body. I lowered my ass back down on the table still humping my cunt as juice continued to pour out of my pussy. Moans and groans poured from my mouth. My entire body was quivering, my cunt having small spasms, and juice was still trickling out of my pussy. As I started to settle down I kind of looked around, and all the men seemed to have a look of amazement and even fear on their faces. My cunt was still having little spasms, which felt great by the way. But again, I got back up to my elbows, and said "Whoa! That was wild." It was a soft shaky voice. I didn’t even know who I was even saying it to. "Are you alright, honey?" The man nervously asked me. "Whew! I think so," I replied while laying down flat on my back with both hands on my forehead. "You, want to try sitting up, kiddo?" One of the men asked me. "Yeah. Whew! Yeah, I think so anyway," I said with a little laugh, as he helped me sit up on the table. My cunt juice was all over the table, it was all over my back, legs and ass. Some guys brought out some bath towels, and as I slid off the table standing up they wiped off my back, butt, legs, and seemed to take a long time between my legs. They wrapped a big towel around me and had me sit down by the camp fire. It really felt good, because it was pretty chilly in the night air. Even being as young as I was, it didn't take me long to figure out that my loud screams must have scared the hell out of them. I sat by the camp fire with the big towel wrapped around me. But even in that situation, I just couldn't help myself. I had my legs spread pretty wide so the guys could see right up between my legs, and I let the towel droop, so you could see the sides of my breasts. "Hey, would you like a beer or something?" they asked. "No, no thanks." I replied. I think once they saw I wasn't going to freak out that they tried to make small talk, mostly about my body, but what they were actually trying to do was get me to spend the night. I'm pretty sure they all wanted to fuck me. Hah! No, I didn't stay there. Can't say I didn't think about it though. Anyway, I only sat there for a few minutes at most. Not really sure why I did, I felt just fine once I sat up on the table. I guess it was because I felt so hot being surrounded by all of those grown men with nothing on but that towel. Not to mention the excitement of them constantly trying to get me to spend the night. I told them I needed to get going, and wouldn't you know it when I stood up, I accidently dropped the towel. I got my dress back on said my goodbyes, and headed back over to Georgetown. I decided I would make a final walk of flashing down Georgetown road till I got to my car. Hell, No! I wasn't done flashing yet! I fastened my dress at the waist, and walked away. As I walked I got a big smile on my face while thinking just how unbelievably fantastic that had been. My God, that was the wildest sexual time of my life. I can very clearly remember actually saying it out loud to myself with a little giggle. "Damn, just how fucking great was that." I knew I should have headed for home, but I just couldn't. It would be a whole year before the next Indy 500, and I didn't want it to end just yet. I used one of those portable johns again, and got a drink from the concession stand. Oh yeah, I sat down on a bench with my legs spread, actually spread quite a bit wider than the night before. With the much shorter dress my bare pussy was pretty much sticking right out there. I got several guys walking by one after the other. A couple of them told me I had a nice pussy. I threw my cup in a trash can, and started my last trip down the road. I no sooner got going and guys were yelling at me. Again no boob flashing, I opened my dress up, and exposed my entire body. By the time I got up to where the gyro machine was, I must have flashed fifty times. The only guys around the gyro were the two men running it, and as soon as they saw me they asked, "Hey sweetheart. You ready to go again?" "Sure! Why not," I replied. I got in and it was pretty much the same as before. As soon as the guys saw me getting in the gyro they started gathering around. At the start I was left hanging totally upside down, and yes everything below my waist was exposed again, and my breasts fell right out of my dress. Within a couple of minutes there was a big crowd of men surrounding the gyro, hooting and screaming. I'm not sure how long it went on but I know it was a lot longer than the first ride. Everyone cheered and applauded as I climbed down out of the gyro. Dang, that gyro thing was really great; not just for mass flashing, but darn fun to ride in too. I kept walking up Georgetown, and by the time I got up to 25th street, I must have flashed another forty times, getting my cunt played with once, and my nipples sucked twice. But that was as far as it went. I was not more than two blocks from my car and after flashing a dozen guys, two of them said they wanted to ask me a question. They wanted me to step back by their motor home. I was so turned on I just did it without even thinking. While standing there face to face, he slipped his hand in between my legs. When I didn't resist the other one slipped his hand in rubbing my ass. They were both good looking younger men, real hunks. "God. You have a gorgeous body," the one touching my cunt said as he spread my dress wide open. "Thanks." I replied. "Mmm. Mmm," came from my mouth, as I was getting close to cumming. "Hey. What you say, we get in the motor home?" He suggested, while massaging my pussy and spreading my legs further apart with his knee. I tried answering him as I moaned. "Mmm, Mmm, Ahh," I moaned. "Ah, nah, I don’t think so." I replied in a quivering voice, as an orgasm was about to let go. Hands came in from both sides groping my breasts and squeezing my nipples. One guy sucked my nipples. Just like that I had hands all over my body again; and hell, that was just fine with me. "Come on baby. Let's go in the motor home. We'll fuck you for hours," he boasted, grinding his fingers up into my clit even harder. "Ahh. Ahh. Ahh." I moaned loud before I could answer him. An orgasm burst out of my pussy. I could feel the juice flowing down my thighs. "Oh My God. Ahh. Oh My God." came out of my mouth in a low strained tone, as he pushed my legs even wider open with his knees. One of the guys was shining a flashlight on my pussy, and said while I was cumming, "Holy crap! She cums a ton, man," while watching my cunt juice dropping out from between my legs and spilling to the ground. As the intensity of my orgasm lessened, I attempted to close my legs, but I couldn't move them. Yes, I was standing up, but he had his leg inside one of my wide spread legs, while another man was doing the same with my other leg. As I tried to move again they tightened their positions, actually spreading my legs wider apart. With full access to my spread open pussy, he ground his fingers into my clit very hard with a continual circular motion. "Ahh. "Oh My God. Ahh. Oh My God. Ahh!" I moaned loudly while having another orgasm. He was absolutely relentless! He never let up, always massaging my clit harder and harder. It only took a couple minutes, and I came again. "Oh My God. Ahh. Ahh!" kept coming out of my mouth as he kept asking me to go in the motor home to fuck. Hell, I was cumming so intensely, I couldn't even answer him. He never let up, bringing me to a fourth orgasm. There's no doubt in my mind if I could have answered him that I would have gone into the motor home, and fucked him. But he never let up long enough for me to answer. Then he suddenly stopped, and it took a little while before the wild intensity in my pussy lessened. Juice was still streaming out of my cunt hole. "Come on! Let’s go in the motor home!" Like ordering me! He grabbed my waist with both hands and forcibly moved me towards the door of the motor home. He got me to the door (which wasn't hard for him, since I only weighed 85 pounds and he was a big strong man). I grabbed the open door with one hand and he just let go of me. "What's the fucking problem?" he screamed at me, as though very pissed off. "Ah. I don't know," I replied, not really knowing why I even said that. As that guy was about to say something else, one of the other men said pretty damn loud, "And that's just fine! We don't want you doing anything, you don't want to." He said it more to the other guy than me, while taking me by the hand. He walked me back out to the road. "There you go cutie. Sorry about that asshole, he's pretty drunk. You got a great body," he said, apologizing for the other guy, and giving me a compliment. I have to admit, I got in a bit over my head on that one. But, I still enjoyed the hell out of it no matter how it ended. I flashed maybe ten, twelve more times before getting to my car. That was it, the flashing was over. I actually thought about going back out again, that is until I looked at my watch. Holy cow, it was nearly 4:00 am. I couldn't believe it was so late. Now I knew why there weren't as many people out walking around. Yes, there was still some I could have flashed but I figured I better get my little ass home. At least I was finally able to take off my dress. Yep, I got in my car, and drove home naked right into the garage. Damn, I just couldn't get enough of this naked, flashing stuff. I took a long hot shower and hopped in bed (of course naked), lying right on top of the bedspread my arms and legs spread wide open. I laid there looking up at the ceiling with everything I had done that night spinning around in my head. Wow, I thought! I must have flashed a thousand times! I got groped, I got all felt up, I got my nipples sucked, and on top of all that, I must have had twenty or twenty five orgasms. ‘What a night I had’ I thought as I drifted off to sleep not waking up till three in the afternoon. You know, I don't even remember driving home that night. I'm sure because I was on such as sexual high. So, as I said at the beginning, a lot more happened than just flashing. I had absolutely no idea things would get as wild as they did. And I did go back the following year. But that’s another wild story for another time. If you liked reading this account stay tuned for the next one, because a whole hell of a lot more happened then too. Kathy

Karen's Vacation Gets Even Wilder by LuckyDave1066 Karen woke up very late, dragged into consciousness against her will by a variety of sounds; people fooling about at a nearby pool, brunch dishes being cleared away by a busboy at the restaurant's tables in the courtyard below her balcony, the drone of several vacuum cleaners and, finally, a loud knock at her room's door followed by a young woman yelling, "Housekeeping!" "Why didn't I put out the damn do-not-disturb tag last night?" she mumbled to herself before shouting a reply to the maid; "Later, please!" Wide awake now, the memory of her wild balcony show the night before came back to her; it seemed more like a dream, but as she remembered what she'd done, forgetting to plan for a quiet morning and late wake up seemed understandable. And what a memory! She had never done anything remotely as raunchy anywhere, let alone in public, and was sure she never would again. Still, she couldn't stop smiling as she thought about her one crazy night; nobody here knew her and she'd had an unexpected adventure. If she ever put together a bucket list she could leave doing a public striptease off; been there, done that! She showered and dressed to go out in search of some lunch. Deciding to keep a low profile for a while in the resort after her behavior the previous night, Karen got some suggestions at the front desk for restaurants in the nearest town and took a cab a mile or so down the beach. She found a cafe from the list of recommended spots and enjoyed a leisurely lunch and a single glass of wine. She had resolved to not go overboard on alcohol intake today, thinking having had more than she was used to last night might have played a part in her unprecedented behavior. Having invested in a cab ride to get into town she decided to browse at a few shops as long as she was there. She bought a few souvenirs and a silver bracelet made by a local artisan which seemed to be a bargain. She was about ready to head back to her resort when a small shop with some bright swimwear on display caught her eye. While some of the suits in the window were way more revealing than she could see herself wearing to the beach, some looked like the fairly conservative bikinis she used to wear when she was in her twenties; having seen what the women at the resort were all wearing, she thought the one-piece suits she'd packed were a little too boring and decided to go inside and see if anything in the store would actually work on her 44 year-old body. Stepping into the store, Karen found she was the only customer in the shop at the moment. A young woman at the register looked up from her phone and greeted Karen; she asked if she could help her find anything. "Just browsing, I'll let you know if I have any questions," Karen replied. The clerk seemed relieved to be able to get back to whatever she was doing with her phone, so Karen began her search for a two-piece suit she could be comfortable wearing to the beach. There was quite a variety and the prices seemed very reasonable, but most of the suits were haphazardly mixed in several bins so it took her a while to find a matching top and bottom she was interested in that appeared to be the right sizes. She took her potential purchase, a fairly conservative dark blue bikini, to one of the three fitting rooms, stripped down to her panties and tried it on. She was amazed that a fitting room in a shop specializing in swimwear didn't have a full-length mirror, but figured it was in keeping with the general bargain-basement vibe of the place. The bottoms fit pretty well, but the top was way too small, so she put her blouse back on, buttoned a couple of buttons and stepped back into the quiet store. Karen dug through the bins near the fitting room, searching for a matching top in the right size. It took a few minutes, but eventually, she found a likely top and brought it to the fitting room to try it on. She peeled off her blouse again, wishing she'd worn something a bit looser; her blouse's sleeves were a little tight and turned inside out every time she took it off. The new top fit better, but was a little larger than she needed. The labeled sizes seemed to be almost totally random; "Maybe that explains the bargain prices?" Karen thought. Keeping the not-quite-right top on for the moment rather than deal with her blouse again, she left the fitting room and began searching for a just-right top. She expanded her search to some bins farther from the fitting room, eventually finding a cluster of matching tops in a variety of sizes. Gathering up six possible tops, Karen was about to go back across the store to the fitting room when she noticed she was near the only full-length mirror she'd seen anywhere in the store. Thinking about having to go back and forth to the fitting room until she happened to find a top that fit, she looked around the store; "Still just me and the clerk here, and she's paying me no attention at all," she thought. Keeping one eye on the shop's entrance, Karen took a deep breath as she unhooked the ill-fitting top and slipped it off, dropping it into a nearby bin! She was shaking a little as she stood half-naked in the middle of the store and fumbled a bit with her first new candidate, but managed to get the top on fairly quickly. The latest top fit pretty well but had an ugly stain on it she hadn't noticed until she checked herself out in the mirror. After another quick check of her surroundings she took off the top and picked up one of the others she had set aside, getting it on without incident, but realized immediately that despite being marked as being the same size as the top which fit well, it was way too small. After a quick glance towards the clerk, Karen took the second top off. She was about to try on another one but paused as a new idea came to her; since the first top she'd tried on out on the sales floor had fit her well, she just needed to see if one of the four left matched it. She picked up the stained top and began comparing her remaining candidates to it. One by one she compared them, each one proving too small or too large. Having found one top that DID fit, and loving a bargain, she wasn't quite ready to give up, so she dug into the bin and began checking a few more in the cluster of matching tops. She bent over the bin and compared a few more tops to the stained one; she was about to give up when her persistence paid off; she finally found a matching top in the correct size with no apparent defects. She was in the process of trying to separate it from a tangled wad of tops, savoring her triumph over the store's disorganization, when she heard two voices, one female and one male, coming from the direction of the entrance! "C'mon, hon, I'll just have a quick look around and then we can go," said the woman. "You always say that and then you end up looking at everything in the store," said the man. "You exaggerate," she replied. "Just a little, you have...hey, wow, look!" he said, pointing at Karen, who had frozen in place as she watched the couple come into view less than fifteen feet from where she stood. Still naked above her bikini bottom, she held the tangled clump of tops over her breasts with one hand and bolted off to the fitting room, flinging the curtain shut as she dashed in. A glance at the small face height mirror was enough to confirm what she already felt; she was blushing deeply. Despite having shown far more of her body to far more people the night before, something about being so near to the couple, it being the middle of the day, and the sudden nature of this latest exposure made her shiver uncontrollably for a full minute or two in the fitting room. Once she had calmed down, Karen went back to untangling the clump of suit tops to free the top she wanted to buy. Hanging up her hard-earned prize and the matching bottoms, she got back into her bra, blouse and shorts and peeked out into the store. The couple who had seen her was still browsing, though only the woman seemed interested in the goods on sale; the man spent much of his time looking in the direction of her fitting room. Karen brought her two items to the register, hoping to pay for her purchase and slip away without crossing paths with her fellow customers. She was almost at the sales counter when she heard the woman say to the man, a bit more loudly than needed, "I'd like to try this one on, let's go over to the fitting room; it might take a little longer than changing out here but that's a little too slutty for me." Karen gritted her teeth and set her new suit on the counter. The clerk smiled and said, "I think this will look good on you, but did you not see the signs? Everything in the store is on sale today, buy one, get one free. I can hold these here for you if you'd care to look for another suit you like." Karen had been thinking she just wanted to pay and leave, but the catty remark from the other woman shopping irked her; she thanked the clerk, but knowing how badly labeled the merchandise was, she kept her selections with her as she went back to the bins full of suits, practically bumping into the couple on her way. She couldn't help enjoying the appreciative look the man gave her, and even kind of liked the frosty look the woman gave her. Using the suit she'd gone through so much to find as a guide, it only took Karen a couple of minutes to find another bikini top and bottom which seemed likely to fit her. She wouldn't normally have stopped looking as quickly as she did and settled for the thong in her hand, but her new plan required her to move fast; she took it into a fitting compartment and quickly undressed completely. She got into the new suit, a decidedly racier style in bright yellow, as fast as she could, finishing getting it on as she heard the curtain of the other woman's compartment slide open. She eavesdropped on the couple's conversation; as close as they all were to each other she couldn't really have avoided overhearing them, but she actually wanted to know what they were up to. "What do you think, hon? Does it look good?" the woman asked. "You look great in it, I like it!" he answered. "Really? You're not just saying that to make me happy? "Absolutely not! Sexy as hell!" Karen heard the curtain close and opened her own curtain, stepping out just a few feet from the man, who smiled as he looked her over. "You're the only guy in the place, can I bother you for an opinion?" Karen asked, pointing at her suit's two pieces. "Ah, sure, I guess," he said, now looking a little nervous as he glanced at his companion's compartment, "It looks nice." "Oh." she said as she spun slowly around, "Nice, inoffensive, or nice, sexy?" "Ah, sexy, sure," he said quietly, looking more nervous. "Okay, thanks a lot!" she said, smiling as she stepped back into her compartment and pulled its curtain closed. Mostly. Except for the last 6 inches of the opening, which she took care to leave unobstructed. With her back to the curtain, she untied the knot at the back of the top and lifted it over her head, hanging it on a hook. She trembled slightly and hesitated for a moment before sliding the suit's bottom down over her butt, but went ahead and dropped it to the floor. She bent at the waist to pick the bottom piece up, realizing only as she felt herself make contact with the edge of the curtain that as small as the compartment was, part of her ass had to be right at the gap next to the curtain. Now completely naked, she took her time hanging the second piece of her suit on the hook with the top, turning so her side was bound to be in view through the gap. Hearing the curtain at the neighboring compartment slide open, she quickly turned to face the gap she'd left, smiling at the slack-jawed man for just a second before pulling her compartment's curtain shut. It took Karen a few minutes to stop shivering at the thought of her impulsive exposure. She had initially only intended to get a reaction from the man to the sight of her standing so close to him in a bikini. "What got into me once I was back in the compartment? I can't believe I stripped naked for some strange man just a few feet away!" she thought, "but I DID enjoy the look on his face." After her pulse came down to something like a normal rate she dressed and left the compartment. She noticed some cover-ups near the register and thought about the old one she had packed; it was pretty long and practically as thick as a bathrobe, and just didn't seem like a good match for either of her new suits or her recent state of mind, so she took advantage of the buy one, get one free deal one more time. Returning to her resort a little past 3 PM, Karen laid out her new suits and cover-ups to decide which to wear out to the pool before dinner. She decided the more conservative combination would be best for relaxing at poolside; the pool area seemed a little too crowded to be comfortable wearing the thong and more revealing of the two cover-ups. She put on the dark blue bikini and the more opaque of the two cover-ups, which was fairly lightweight but had an abstract print pattern that concealed whatever was underneath pretty well. She had a leisurely swim, then spent the rest of the afternoon lounging by the pool, reading a book and nursing a daiquiri. Thoroughly relaxed after her lazy late afternoon by the pool, Karen headed back to her room to change for dinner but noticed a lot of people at the outdoor seating area of the resort's restaurant dining in their swimwear. Several of the women were dressed in only their swimsuits; given the relaxed dress code, she decided to skip getting changed for dinner. She enjoyed her meal but wondered if any of her fellow diners had caught her act on the balcony the night before, and if so, did they recognize her now? She limited herself to a single glass of wine, thinking that she'd be less likely to do anything crazy if she kept her alcohol intake down. Even without having much to drink, she was surprised to find herself thinking not that something along the lines of the previous night's performance would be out of the question, but just that it would be best saved for her final night at the resort! The sun was just setting as Karen finished her meal, so instead of going back to her room, she took a walk on the beach. There were still a fair number of people strolling along the water's edge as well as several having a twilight swim; realizing she hadn't had any time in the ocean today, she took off her cover-up and left it and her book behind on the sand to have a short swim. Her swim was actually more of a relaxing float, letting the waves gradually carry her back to shore. With the sun fully set the beach was getting to be nearly deserted, so she picked up her things and walked back towards the pool. Reaching the pool area she noticed several people lounging in a large hot tub; she thought since she was still wearing her swimsuit, joining them would be a good way to wrap up her day. She almost changed her mind as she got close to the hot tub; when she was near enough to see the group already soaking, she saw what appeared to be three couples, all somewhere around college age, maybe just a couple of years older. She overcame her self consciousness, thinking that she could always just leave if things seemed too awkward, finding a spot far enough from the group to avoid intruding but near enough to join in the conversation if the opportunity arose. She was relieved when the whole group welcomed her; one of the women led a round of introductions and urged Karen to move closer and join them. Karen immediately forgot most of their names but did catch the makeup of the group. The woman who welcomed her and one of the men were on their honeymoon, the other two women, one a skinny blonde and the other a curvy redhead, were married to each other, one of the men was here with his wife, who had turned in early, and the remaining man was here on his own; other than the newlyweds, none of them had met until they all happened to land in the hot tub together, so Karen was not crashing a private party. Karen and her new companions traded some basic information about where they were from, what they did for a living, why they picked this spot for their vacation. When the talk turned towards family, everyone else mentioned siblings and parents, while Karen mentioned having a terrible ex-husband and a wonderful daughter. One of the female couple asked, "so your daughter is staying with your ex while you're on vacation?" "Um, no, she lives with her husband." As the surprised group tried to work out a range of possible ages for Karen, the small talk turned towards everyone sharing their age. Everyone except Karen turned out to be about as old as she had guessed, all between 19 and 23. When she hesitated to admit her age, the rest of the group kidded her and turned it into a guessing game. She enjoyed the fact that they all guessed too low, some by as much as a dozen years, then gave them a vague answer; "I'm actually older than any two of you combined, and my daughter is a few years older than any of you!" The new bride reached into a bag at the edge of the tub and fished out a lighter and a couple of joints, offering them to be shared, "Anyone care to join me?" Everyone but Karen immediately said yes. "How about you?" asked the bride. "Wow, I don't know, I haven't done that since...I guess not since I was in my teens. Oh, why not, pass it on over!" Karen said, sliding closer to be able to pass the joint on and be ready for one to work its way around the circle. A few minutes later the group was even more relaxed, each having taken several long tokes as the pair of joints traveled between them. At a lull in the conversation, the redhead said, "I hope none of you are offended, but I've been wearing this top all freaking day and the straps are digging into me; it needs to come off!" It was more of an announcement than a check to see if anyone minded, as she had it nearly off before she finished her sentence. "No complaints here," said the single guy, "As a matter of fact I think if any of you other ladies are uncomfortable you should follow her lead!" "How kind of you to be thinking of our comfort!" said the new bride with a smirk. "It would be more comfortable, but I'm not single anymore, I think I'd have to see if my husband objects." Her husband just shrugged and smiled, which was encouragement enough for her to pull her top off and toss it on the edge of the tub. "My t-shirt hasn't exactly hidden anything since it got wet, so I might as well join the club," laughed the blonde as she pulled the shirt over her head, "besides, I think my wife is into seeing me undressed in public, and her getting excited is always in my best interest." "Oh, man...I was just kidding, I didn't think any of you would actually take my suggestion!" the single guy said. Even in the dimly lit hot tub, Karen could see him blushing. She had forgotten his name, but remembered his age; at 19 he was the youngest member of the group. She imagined he probably hadn't been in this sort of situation before. Something about his awkwardness made her want to mess with him; she untied the straps behind her neck and held them out in front of her, just high enough to keep her nipples covered and asked him, "You mean you didn't really want to see us all topless?" "No, I mean, yes, for sure, but I didn't expect.." "So should I take off my top or not?" "Yes!" he said, sounding more sure of himself now. "Hell yeah!" said the rest of the group. Karen turned her back towards the young man and asked, "A little help with the knot, please?" She could feel his hands shake a little as he undid the knot; when she felt the straps come loose she turned to face him, still holding the top draped over her breasts before finally tossing it onto the deck surrounding the tub. The man whose wife was sleeping in their room climbed out of the tub and excused himself, telling the group he hated to leave, "but if by some chance my wife woke up, came down, and found me in this group, she might get the wrong idea." "You mean she'd be offended by this?" said the redhead as her spouse squeezed her ample boobs; they began to make out, as did the newlyweds, with the bride now straddling the groom! "Not offended, exactly, but surely pissed at me. Thanks for a memorable evening," he said as he reluctantly turned and walked away. "Wow, it's getting a little steamy in here," Karen whispered to the 19 year-old, "Too bad there's not some girl your age here for you to fool around with." "Who says I need someone my age?" he asked. "My God, he must be really horny to think...but I guess no more than I am," she thought to herself as she leaned on his shoulder with her right hand, then whispered in his ear, "Dude, are you forgetting I'm old enough to be your Mom?" "Trust me, you do NOT look anything like my Mom!" "Well, I'm glad to hear that, this would be even weirder if I did!" she said as she leaned into him, feeling a small jolt as her right breast pressed against his left arm. She felt a somewhat stronger jolt a second later as his free right hand found her left breast and gently squeezed it. They began kissing; several minutes of intense making out later, each of them began letting at least one hand drift lower until Karen stopped his hand just below her navel. "This is fun, but I don't want you going there...sorry." she said between kisses." "Whatever you say, I thought you were okay with it, considering what you were doing," he said, more than a little confused at being stopped several inches from the edge of her suit while her right hand had already worked its way under the waistband of his trunks! "What can I say, I like to have things my own way; would you rather I stopped what I'm doing too?" she whispered as she stretched the elastic enough to free his hard-on and began stroking it. "Uhhhm, no! he managed to reply. "Then just keep kissing me and relax.." "Just a regular night on vacation," thought Karen as she continued stroking her partner's dick, "Hanging out half-naked in public, a nice little buzz going and giving a cute stranger a handjob a few feet away from four other people...no big deal!" Lost in her thoughts and more than a little distracted by the attention her nipples were receiving, she didn't recognize how close she was to getting her partner to come until he tensed up and grunted. As she felt his cock begin to soften she wished she had been able to get a good look at it when erect; going just by what it felt like in her hand she was pretty sure it was the thickest she had ever handled, and probably the longest as well. She couldn't help wondering what it would be like to have it inside her, though clearly that wouldn't have been possible in this setting. She was amazed to find herself trying to think of some way to get away with getting laid in public! The group all said their good-nights soon after Karen tucked her partner's cock back into his trunks, most, she guessed, heading back to their rooms to finish what they'd started here. She put on her cover-up and walked back to her room, looking forward to a session with her vibrator. She stripped naked as soon as the door to her room closed behind her and brought her vibe out to the balcony, but kept the lights off and settled into a lounge chair well below the edge of the railing. The memories of her various bits of wildness so far on this vacation didn't leave her toy much work to do; she felt herself approach the edge of her orgasm and all too soon felt herself falling helplessly deep into it. Waking slowly in mid-morning on the final full day of her stay at the resort, Karen promised herself a calmer day than the previous few had been. "A bit of brunch, some quality time lounging around at the beach and a quiet dinner before packing up to be ready for departure tomorrow." she thought, "I've spent more than enough time expanding my comfort zone for one vacation!" She dressed in a tank top, shorts and sandals and went down to the courtyard dining area for brunch, catching up on her email while waiting to be served. Something in her inbox triggered her memory, "Sam! His name is Sam!" she whispered to herself, remembering the name of the young guy she'd jerked off the night before. "At least I'll be able to greet him properly if we bump into each other!" she thought, letting her imagination run free for a moment about how a second meeting with him might go. After brunch, Karen went back to her room and dressed for her day at the beach. She hadn't hung the bikini she'd worn yesterday up when she got back to her room the night before; it was still in a soggy pile on the bathroom floor and had who knows what on it after the goings-on at the hot tub, so she put on her other new bikini. She figured the odds of her ever wearing the thong and skimpy top back at a local beach were slim and there was just no way she'd let herself be seen in it at a pool party at some friend's home, so despite being a little self-conscious wearing such a minimal suit she was glad to at least get some use out of it. As soon as she had the thong on, it was clear the cut of the new suit would require a fair amount of pubic hair grooming; after twice underestimating just how much hair needed to be removed, she finally decided to solve the problem by carefully shaving every last bit of her pubes off. Even though she'd be the only person to see her bald mound, it felt just a bit daring, adding to the little thrill wearing such a racy suit was already giving her. The cover-up she'd worn yesterday had gotten grubby at the edge of the tub as well, so she put on the other new one she had bought during her trip. It occurred to her that it would have made sense to wear this cover-up with the less revealing suit, since this one was made of a fairly open weave fishnet fabric; from a distance it might seem reasonably modest, but up close it really didn't hide much. She felt more comfortable in her outfit once she reached the beach, seeing many women wearing more revealing swimsuits than hers, including many going topless and a few completely naked! Deciding to set up camp fairly far from her hotel's entrance to the beach in order to avoid crossing paths with anyone who'd seen her more flagrant behavior during the past several days, Karen hiked a couple hundred yards down the beach before setting out her towel. She gave herself a good coating of sunscreen, taking particular care to cover several areas not accustomed to the rays of the sun, then settled in for a long afternoon of lounging. She read a book for a while, had a dip in the warm ocean water, then reapplied sunscreen before having a nap. When she woke up, she wondered what time it was, having intentionally left her phone back in her room to avoid getting sucked into its many distractions. She made a guess that it must be at least 4:00 PM based on the position of the sun. With the time left in her vacation growing short, and her portion of beach sparsely populated, Karen thought this was probably as good an opportunity as she'd ever have to give going topless a try. Taking one more look around to be sure no one was paying particular attention to her, she untied the straps on her top and let it fall away. She gave her breasts a good coat of sunscreen and went back to lounging on her towel. She liked the novel feeling of the sun on her naked breasts, making a note to find someplace where she could duplicate this feeling back at home. She dashed down to the water and bobbed around for a while. She was just about to come out of the water when a group of people walked along her section of beach carting a bunch of gear. The three men and four women stopped and set down their stuff no more than 100 feet from her spot; since they appeared to be setting up a fairly elaborate base they clearly weren't going anywhere soon. She'd just have to live with a few more people seeing her topless, at least until she could get back to her spot; "Not such a big deal, considering what I've already gotten up to on this trip," she thought, smiling as she began wading towards the beach. She was relieved when none of the newcomers seemed to notice her as she walked out of the water, but was surprised to also feel a little disappointed. She had planned to put her top back on as soon as she got back to it, but since the newcomers didn't seem to be paying any attention to her she decided to enjoy her new freedom for a while longer, reapplying sunscreen and going back to reading her book. A few minutes later she had gotten involved in the story deeply enough to not notice one of the newcomers approaching. By the time she noticed the young man coming her way, he was less than a dozen feet away. Trying to act nonchalant despite having this stranger invading her personal space while she was practically naked, she calmly put down her book and said hello. He introduced himself, apologized for intruding, and asked if she'd be willing to join in their volleyball game, explaining that they either needed to get a volunteer to even the sides or one of their group would be reduced to being a spectator. Karen took in the key points of his hurried introduction and explanation for approaching her, but was only half paying attention as she was thinking, "Why did they send a man to talk to me...or maybe he volunteered to be the one to come over?" She was impressed that he was managing to make eye contact despite her breasts being uncovered; when he was done making his request she answered, "I haven't played in years and years, but sure, why not. Give me a minute to get my top on and I'll be right over." Once Karen joined the group, there was a quick round of introductions before they split up into two teams. It seemed that the group was just a bunch of friends vacationing together, without any obvious couples; she guessed that they were somewhere in their late twenties. Once the teams were decided she managed to at least get her teammates names straight. Donna, Madison, and Liz all looked to be in pretty good shape; Karen hoped she could at least hold her own with this bunch. As the first set progressed, Karen got in touch with her teenage self; she'd been a starter on her high school's varsity volleyball team during her Sophomore and Junior years, but getting pregnant in the summer before her Senior year put an end to her athletic career. After a slow start, she was serving at least as well as any of her teammates and, was making some great saves, not hesitating to dive in the sand for a dig a few times. She helped win the first set with a great block of an attempted spike by one of the guys on the other team. She was really enjoying the competition, going all out and diving all over the sandy court. The group played three full 21 point sets, then took a break. Once she sat for a minute, Karen began to feel the effects of her strenuous play; she was also getting a bit irritated by the sand clinging to her sweaty, sunscreen coated body. A cold beer from her new friends' cooler helped ease her aches and itching. With the sun closing in on the horizon, the group all agreed one more set was about all they could fit in. The final set took a while to be finished, as neither team could get two points ahead at the end until Karen hit the ball out, giving the other team the win. "Sorry to let you down," Karen told her teammates. "Are you kidding? You've been great!" Donna said. Madison and Liz agreed, praising her game. "You look like you've got half the beach stuck on you, you're probably going to want to rinse off before going back to your room," laughed Liz. "Yeah, I hadn't noticed how coarse this beach's sand is until I started throwing myself on it. It's worked its way into places I'd rather not ever have sand reach, so I think I'll have that swim," Karen said, adding, "Thanks for letting me join in your game!" as she headed for the water. The rest of the volleyball crew was already packing up their gear in the fading light as she began wading into the water. Karen felt most of the sand covering her being rinsed away by the waves, but knew the sand which had worked its way inside her bikini wasn't going to be washed away so easily. Since the sand in her suit was responsible for most of the irritation she was feeling she waded out far enough to have water up to her waist, then slipped out of her thong and shook the sand still clinging to it off. Since she'd spent a fair amount of time topless already in this visit to the beach and it was already getting dark, she didn't hesitate to take off her top; she held it in the water to let the waves rinse the sand out. With both parts of her suit pretty much free of sand she was about to put them on and wade back to shore, but paused for a moment, enjoying the feeling of the warm water enveloping her without anything restricting her. The warm salt water, darkening sky, now with stars coming out, and sound of the waves gently breaking on the beach, all felt too perfect to leave so soon. She hung both pieces of her suit over her head like a necklace and lay back to float and gaze at the stars. As the sky grew darker she was amazed at how many stars were visible, so many more than ever could be seen back at home. She floated for almost half an hour, checking every few minutes to be sure she wasn't drifting too far from the beach. While she wasn't getting farther away from the beach, the waves were taking her away from her starting point towards a somewhat deeper area, with some higher waves. Karen decided to stop floating and wade in to shore, but when she tried to stand up in what she thought was waist-high water she slipped completely underwater, quickly sinking several feet below the surface without ever touching the bottom! She wasn't a strong swimmer, so she was alarmed to find herself unexpectedly in deep water; she kicked herself back to the surface and began swimming hard towards the shore. She didn't try wading again until she was absolutely sure she was in shallow water, laughing as she found herself in water less than two feet deep. She stood up and only needed a few steps to be on dry ground. Relieved to be back on solid ground, she chided herself as she began hiking back to where she'd left her tote bag and towel, "Not too smart, Karen, swimming alone, in an unfamiliar setting, in the dark; but no harm done in the end, and that floating under the stars was wonderful until it got scary." Though she couldn't see or hear anyone else on her stretch of beach she wondered if it was time to give up being naked; she was enjoying the feeling of warm breezes all over her body, and even if someone was around they probably wouldn't be able to see her clearly by starlight. "But what if they had a flashlight..." she thought, enjoying a small shiver as she imagined suddenly being caught. As intriguing as the possibility was, she decided it was time to put her suit back on; she reached for the two small pieces of fabric draped around her neck...which she was now surprised to find were no longer where she had left them, presumably now drifting a few dozen yards away from the beach, having most likely floated away when she sank below the surface. Her only clothing, gone. The realization that the little bit of clothing she had been wearing most of the day was irretrievably lost shook Karen up. Showing some skin, even a lot of skin, was one thing if it was a choice, but felt like a very different thing now that her nudity was no longer optional. As much as she had been enjoying her uncharacteristic flaunting of her body during this trip, having no choice about being naked was pretty terrifying. She quickened her pace, then broke into a jog, wanting nothing in the world more than to retrieve the cover-up from her tote bag and put it on. Karen slowed to a walk when she realized she was back to the general area where she'd left her towel and tote bag. She paced all around the area but saw nothing except sand; she was beginning to really worry, but remembered seeing the bag from where she had waded into the ocean after playing volleyball. She hadn't seen many people on the beach as it had been getting dark, and didn't think anyone would have bothered stealing her well-worn tote bag, paperback, tube of sunscreen and a cheap cover-up. She began a more organized search, walking back and forth in a kind of gridded search pattern centered on her best guess about where she'd set out her towel and extending a long distance out from the center. After at least a half-hour of systematic searching, she reluctantly gave up, certain that if her things had still been where she'd left them she'd surely have found them by now. Karen sat down and tried to guess how and why her possessions had disappeared; pondering the mystery didn't seem likely to solve her problems, but it distracted her from thinking about how she was going to get back to her room in her current state. Eventually, she couldn't keep her mind off a vision of herself walking naked through the hotel grounds and building to get to her room, "My room for which I no longer have a card key to unlock the door!" she whispered to herself, remembering how she'd been using the slim piece of plastic as a bookmark a few hours ago. The realization that she couldn't get into her room even if she could somehow bear getting there reminded her about the newlyweds she'd met in the hot tub the previous night describing something like her own experience, minus the nudity; her mildly buzzed state when she had heard the story had probably kept her from recalling it up to now. They had left a bag on the beach, but since they had two keys hadn't had a problem getting back into their room. A hotel staffer had brought the missing bag to their room before they'd even missed it, explaining that they made a sweep of the beach every day just before sunset. "That has to be what happened to my stuff!" Karen thought, briefly elated to think she'd be able to get her things back. Her excitement was short-lived, as she quickly realized that she was not much better off; instead of walking naked all the way to the front desk to get a new card key, she'd have to walk to the same place in the same state to retrieve her original card key, along with the rest of her stuff. About the only advantage she could see to the new scenario was the possibility of being able to put on her cover-up for the last leg of the trip back to her room. Considering the various obstacles scattered along her route to the front desk from her current position on the beach, not getting into some sort of clothing until that point seemed like it would be too little, too late. Despite already having done some, at least by her standards, pretty damned outrageous things during this trip, Karen felt more nervous now than she could ever remember being. During every one of her previous episodes exposing herself one way or another over the last few days, there had always been an option of backing off and ending her exposure if it felt too intense. This time was different; she had nowhere to retreat to, no option to put clothing on, and once she began, no control over who might see her. After trying hard to think of some other way, pretty much any other way, to get back to her room, Karen stood and slowly started up the path connecting the hotel grounds to the beach. As she came around the last turn she could see the pool and hot tub just past the end of the path; her legs felt like rubber as she stepped off the path and began her trip around the pool. She saw a few college-age guys hanging out in the pool a few seconds before they spotted her, erupting in goosebumps as she heard their reactions to her sudden appearance. "Holy shit, look!" "Wow, that's hot!" "C'mon in babe!" "Un-freaking real!" Karen didn't say anything, but managed to give her admirers in the pool a quick wave and even smiled as she looked their way. As nervous as she was, she was just glad they didn't say anything too rude, or worse yet, get out of the pool to approach her. She was also relieved that none of the half dozen young men came out of the pool for another reason; for at least this part of her trek it looked like nobody had been ready to capture pictures of her nudity, "Or maybe even a video..." she thought, quivering a bit at the idea that it was possible videos immortalizing her naked journey would be online before she even made it to her room. Having managed to get past the pool area, Karen ducked over to a stair connecting all four levels of the hotel. She was pretty pleased to have come up with this part of her plan; though the front desk she needed to reach was on the same level as the pool, by using the stair she could go up one floor, bypass the busy restaurant and bar currently between her position and the front desk, and come back down with only the lobby near the front desk to be navigated. As late as it was, she thought the lobby was certain to have fewer people to witness her nudity than the restaurant and bar; with a little luck, she might get through this ordeal having only being seen by the guys in the pool and one or two hotel employees at the front desk! Having already made it through the pool area, the rest of her route seemed almost too safe; she was surprised to find herself wishing it had been just a little more of a challenge. When she reached the door to the stair Karen grabbed the handle and instantly realized she had a much bigger challenge than she thought. The door was locked, its handle working only from the inside. Or, of course, operable from where she stood if you had a card key. She was hopelessly stuck between the restaurant and the pool, needing to choose, pretty quickly, which of her two bad options she should take. She could retreat back to the darkness of the beach and try to think of some other way to make it to the front desk, but since she'd already spent a considerable chunk of time trying and failing to do this, about the only thing this option had going for it was the enjoyment it would bring to the guys in the pool. She didn't exactly mind giving them an encore, they'd already seen everything, but this option wouldn't get her any closer to her goal. The other option could eventually get her back to her room, but she cringed at the thought of what she'd need to do to get there. "I can't believe I'm even considering it, but I don't see any other way," she thought, trying to psych herself up enough to go through with it. She thought about each part of her new route and decided it was all bad, really bad, but she didn't see any other option. Her heart was already pounding as she began to move towards her next challenge. Karen left the locked stair door behind and moved towards her next destination; she walked along the low wall enclosing the courtyard seating area of the restaurant, her head above the top edge but the rest of her hidden by the brick wall for the time being. She scanned the area to see how many people were still at the tables. The good news was that there were fewer diners than she feared, somewhere between sixteen and twenty as near as she could see, plus a few waiters and a busboy. The bad news was their location. Possibly to make serving these late-arriving customers as efficient as possible, they had all been seated near the wide center aisle running between the doors to the indoor portion of the restaurant and the opening in the wall leading out to the pool area. The gap in the wall was where Karen was headed and the doors to the restaurant were her next destination, so her route would force her to pass within a few feet of all the remaining diners! Just before reaching the entrance to the dining area Karen froze as she noticed a man at one of the tables look her way, then look away briefly before turning to face her again! She had hoped to be able to make it at least part of the way towards the tables before being noticed, especially with her route bringing her so close to her audience, but now she knew she would be watched during her entire time in the area. Quivering at the edge of the opening in the wall, she returned the man's gaze and told herself that she had no other option but to carry out her plan. For the few seconds it took Karen to walk up the four steps at the gap in the wall to the level of the diners, the man who had first noticed her seemed to still be the only diner to notice her. Despite trembling as she began what felt like the longest sixty-foot walk of her life, she couldn't help but smile when she saw the effect she was having on her one-man audience; his mouth dropped open and he actually dribbled some food out onto his plate, distracting the woman sharing his table from noticing Karen herself for a moment. "Are you alright?" the woman asked. Still unable to talk, the man simply pointed at Karen, who was now around a third of the way to the doors, trying and mostly failing to cover herself with her hands. The small commotion caused by the first person to notice the smiling naked woman walking towards them made all the other diners look up from their food and their companions. Barely halfway to the restaurant doors, Karen couldn't help pausing for a second as she saw the every head turn towards her. Every instinct was telling her to turn and run away; she was totally nude, people were staring at her and she was actually approaching them, none of which made any sense to her at all. She remembered what she needed to do and began moving again, striding by the shocked people at either side of the aisle at a brisk walking pace. The sound of her pulse thumping in her ears kept her from hearing clearly most of the comments coming from the diners, but she could make out the sounds of a few people clapping and at least one loud whistle, so she guessed at least some of her audience was enjoying her show. She gave up trying to cover up with her hands in favor of giving her viewers a wave as she passed by. When she approached the restaurant doors one of the waiters actually held the door open for her; she wished she had something to tip him with, but the smile on his face made it clear she had already given him some enjoyment! The appreciative reactions eased her anxiety somewhat, with some of her nervousness morphing into excitement; while she never would have done what she was doing now voluntarily, she couldn't help being a little bit proud that she'd had the nerve to get this far! Stepping into the indoor dining room, Karen was relieved to see even fewer people finishing up their dinner there than had already seen her outside. She hadn't been able to see what kind of a crowd she was about to appear in front of from outside, so she was relieved to have so small an audience. Given the beautiful weather, she was surprised anyone would choose the indoor space over the courtyard restaurant, but the small group indoors meant fewer people left for her to flash on her way to the front desk, a small mercy. She couldn't help laughing as she thought to herself, "This is what I've turned into, I'm now content to be naked in public as long as my audience isn't too big!" She didn't hear any comments, but took the crash of a tray full of dishes hitting the floor as a sign her entrance had not gone unnoticed. Knowing she had made an impression, she chose to take the clatter as a weird sort of compliment. Distracted by her attempt to count heads and take in the reactions of her new audience, Karen didn't notice the head waiter rushing over to confront her until she literally bumped into him. He had stepped into her path and held up his hands motioning for her to stop, but she didn't see him in time to stop before briefly pressing her breasts into his upturned palms. "Sorry!" she said, giggling as he backed away. "I'm sorry, Miss, but I must ask you to leave, you simply can not be served in your current state." "I understand, what's the line, No shoes, no shirt, no service?" "Among other things," he replied, unable to keep himself from glancing down at her hairless pussy. "No problem, I'm not looking for a meal, I'm just trying to get to the front desk so I can get back to my room," Karen replied, thinking how surreal her evening had become as she stood stark naked in a fancy restaurant, having a conversation with this nervous little man, "and why is HE the nervous one when I'm the one without any clothes on?" "Very well, go on then," he said, stepping out of her way. Karen resumed walking towards the lobby, hoping to be able to get through the bar, her final obstacle, with no more trouble than this room had given her. There was no door separating the restaurant from the bar, so by the time she was within twenty feet of the transition between the two spaces she could see that the bar might be more difficult to pass through than any of the spaces she'd walked through already. She stopped around a dozen feet from the entrance, taking a moment to consider her situation. The bar was darker, "Probably a good thing," she thought. It was also smaller, no more than thirty feet square including the bar itself, "Also good," Much louder, with speakers blasting music, "Not sure if that makes any difference." But it was more crowded, way more. There were at least a dozen clusters of people, with barely any space between groups and what space there was taken up by a few tables, "How in hell am I supposed to make it through all that?" she moaned, "Not without a lot of contact, I'm sure!" she said, quivering as she thought how little control of her fate she would have once she entered the bar. She reminded herself that she really didn't have much of a choice; the waiter she'd spoken with was still close behind her, clearly making sure she was going to stop being his problem. "Okay, then, let's get this over with!" Karen said to herself as she took a wobbly step forward. Her pulse rising again as she passed from the sedate restaurant to the buzzing bar, she was relieved that people's reactions were surprisingly subdued; she definitely drew a lot of stares as she entered the room - in a handful of minutes it seemed like everyone in the place had noticed her. She saw several people pointing at her and shouting to each other over the music, but nobody actually confronted her. She wished she could hear what was being said about her, but the volume of the music made that impossible. She made it almost halfway through the bar just by shouting, "Excuse me!" at a couple of people blocking her path before she finally encountered a blockage that resisted her requests. Karen was about to give up and try another route when a gap opened, allowing her to proceed; her progress came to a halt almost immediately, as she found herself surrounded by a cluster of young men, who were glad enough to let her into their circle but showed no sign of making way for her to continue past them. They crowded in close around her and leaned in to ask questions. "Why are you naked?" "Are you here with anyone?" "Is this some kind of dare?" She answered each of the questions, which were mixed in with some compliments on her bravery, her apparent calm, and eventually, inevitably, compliments on her body. As the conversation went on, Karen began to notice hands touching her. At first, just a light touch on her upper arm, then on her shoulder when one of them leaned in to speak, then a hand at the small of her back as she leaned over to say something, followed by an arm around her waist. As wired as she was by this point, she was tempted to see how much the horny group surrounding her would try to get away with. "Surely nothing more than a little groping," she thought as she felt the first gentle squeezes of her ass, "wow, that feels like two different people doing that!" When one of the men surrounding her ratcheted up the level of groping by reaching around from behind her and grabbing her breasts, she broke through the fog of pleasure which had begun to sweep her away, brushing away the offending hands kneading her butt and boobs, shouting loudly enough to be heard over the music, "EXCUSE ME, PLEASE LET ME GO!" With all eyes on the group surrounding her, they spread out and let her pass through their blockade. She got another six feet closer to being clear of the bar area before another barrier formed around her; she was about to scream another demand to be allowed to pass when she recognized most of the new group as acquaintances from her hot tub visit the night before! The newlyweds, the lesbian couple, Sam and another guy she hadn't met last night all gathered around her; where the previous group had closed around her as predators, this group moved close to provide shelter. She gave each of them a hug, lingering a while when she got to Sam, and laughed as they asked most of the same questions as the group of predators had just a few minutes ago. She explained how she'd come to be stranded in the nude and how she'd made it this far. Upon hearing she wasn't naked by her own choice, Sam offered her the loan of his shirt until she could be reunited with some clothing of her own. By this point, she almost had stopped caring that she was naked but thought it would be nice to see Sam half-dressed again, so she accepted his offer, putting on, but only fastening the two lowest buttons of his light linen shirt. The shirttails in front were just long enough to cover her pussy, except when she raised her arm to describe some part of her adventure, which she seemed to need to do fairly often. The back of the shirt was almost long enough to cover her ass, but even at rest left a little bit of her cheeks visible. The newlyweds bought a round of tequila shots, giving her an excuse to raise her shot high overhead while making a toast. The lesbian couple provided the group with another round, to everyone's enjoyment. The group began to fade after a few rounds of shots and began to say their goodnights. Without either one even mentioning it, Sam accompanied Karen to the front desk, where sure enough, her tote bag was waiting for her with everything she'd left in it still in place. Standing close together as the elevator clanked its way to her floor, Karen asked Sam, "Do you want your shirt back now, or can you wait until we get to my room?" "I can wait." "Good answer," she said as they began making out before the elevator doors opened. The next morning Karen slept soundly through her alarm, the three hours of sleep she'd had by then proving not nearly enough after her action-packed day, let alone her busy night. She missed breakfast entirely, dashing frantically around her room and stuffing her belongings into her suitcase in whatever order she found them. The only things she didn't pack were her purse, a skirt which she put on just before leaving her room, and the shirt she woke up in. She paused briefly to spend one last moment on the balcony, the setting for so many of this vacation's memorable events. She turned off the string of lights hung above the table, left on overnight, smiling as she thought about the behavior they had illuminated, up to and definitely including last night. She took a photo or two of the balcony, but couldn't linger with her new memories; all the haste she could make barely got her to the airport in time to catch her flight home. Just before the flight attendant made the usual announcement about setting devices to Airplane mode she managed to send her daughter a brief text, "Best. Vacation. Ever." along with a photo of her on the plane wearing her new linen shirt.

Kathy Second Brickyard 400: Flashing byKathy Gray© Due to college I hadn't been to the Brickyard 400 in two years. I was excited to see that things had even gotten a bit wilder. I got cheers and whistles, including a few stiff ones, as I exposed my naked body to all the men. After doing a live sex show at the age of nineteen, just two weeks before. I couldn't believe I would be nervous flashing at Indy again. But let me tell you: I was as nervous as I could be.  I could only make it home for Saturday, the real party night. I put on my little denim dress that opens like a robe with high-heeled sandals. Checking myself out in a mirror, I could see a lot of bare cleavage plus my hard nipples popping out the fabric. I'm a very petite brunette and that hot little dress barely covers my 5' 2" 94 pound 36C-22-32 body. I could feel my hard little ass rubbing the dress as I turned and saw my smooth bare legs right up to mid thigh. As I moved I could feel the little jiggle of my big cunt lips hanging down between my legs and my already stiff clit lightly pulsating. Oh yes I was totally naked under that hot dress and I was most definitely ready to go and do some serious flashing.  I was so excited driving to the track arriving right at sunset. I couldn't get out of my car quick enough. As I walked towards the campers I saw two slender girls flashing their breasts for a group of men. As not to crowd their space I altered my path towards the second row of campers. I no sooner got there when a bunch of men turned around to look at me.  "Hey baby! Give us a look at those gazongas." One of them yelled out. I couldn't help giggling because I had never heard breasts called gazongas. As I walked closer my nervousness level shot up. I knew right away this was going to be my first time flashing tonight and a huge shiver ran through my entire body making my legs feel weak. As I almost came to a stop in front of all the men one of them held up a sign that said 'show us your tits'. Well there was little doubt what they wanted me to do, right?  After I looked around for the ever present police, I pulled out on the lapels of my dress and popped out both my big breast my nipples as big as they've ever been. I couldn't stop my pussy from orgasming and felt the cunt juice trickling out of my cunt hole and dripping to the ground. All the men started cheering and whistling right away.  That same man said: "Whoa ho ho! Very nice young lady! Very nice!"  With a big smile on my face I popped my breast back in my dress and kept walking. Oh my God what a rush complete with a little orgasm. I've thought many times that there must be something wrong with me to get such a sexual rush just from flashing. But a rush I get and oh how I love it. After that it was showing my boobs at every camp site.  About to walk the next row of campers, I saw two more girls that I'm pretty sure were flashers so I skipped that row. It had gotten quite dark and was a bit scary but heck I love scary. Group after group of men were yelling at me to flash them so my breasts were out more than in. As I got to the end of that row I found out the lines used by the race fans had not changed very much in two years. After I flashed a group and was about to walk on, one spoke out.  He said, "Hey! What color panties you wearing?"  With a cheesy grin I said jokingly, "What color do you think?"  "Will you show us if we guess?" The man inquired jokingly.  "Yeah! Sure! If you get it right." I replied. I've always loved the sexy banter with the guys. "Different men started yelling out, "Red! Blue! White! Black! Purple! Red! Pink! White! Blue!" Saying about every color they could think of.  I got a sorry look on my face and shook my head no while saying, "Sorry. None of those are right."  "Ahhhh! Come on one of those had to be right." The man protested.  Another man yelled out while pointing at me, "You ain't wearing no panties!"  I pursed my lips smiled pointed back at the man while saying, "Your right!" I opened my dress fully exposing my entire naked body to all the men.  They broke out into loud cheering whistling and giving each other high fives. As I turned to leave I flipped up the back of my dress to give them a clear view of my bare butt as well.  "Nice ass baby! Nice ass! Nice ass!" Different men yelled out.  God, how I've always loved those "Nice ass!" comments. I closed my dress gave them the good old finger wave goodbye and moved on. After that I quit with just flashing my breasts and gave everyone a full body shot. Hell exposing my full naked body is what I love doing anyway. It wasn't long after that before another old line popped up. I had just flashed thirty-five or forty younger guys the largest group so far tonight.  As I started walking away he said, "Wait a minute! Wait a minute! Before you go can you settle bet for us?"  I turned with a serious smile and said, "Sure! If I can."  The man explained, "Well. He says you're shaved and I say you're not." Of course all the other guys in the camp were chuckling like crazy. After a chuckle of his own he asked, "Could we have a look?"  I acted suspicious and said, "Are you sure... this is to settle a bet?"  All the guys got excited as he said seriously, "Yeah! Oh hell yeah! I got fifty bucks on it." He paused for a couple of seconds and said, "Come on. Help us out here?"  I acted quite coy while saying, "Well... okay. Since it's to settle a bet."  They of course assured me it was to settle a bet as I walked into their campsite. I walked right up to the guy that was sitting in a lawn chair and opened my dress wide. He leaned back in the chair tilted his head to the side as all the other men leaned in to look. I was completely surrounded by men.  "Can't see nothing. Too damn dark." The man announced.  I lifted my left leg and put my foot on the arm of his lawn chair while twisting my body spreading my legs open pretty wide. At almost the same time a couple of big flashlights came on lighting up my entire body especially between my legs. Oh, how I just love those flashlights.  "Holy fucking shit, would you look at that?" He paused a second and said, "Gal, Damn! That's the biggest pussy I ever seen. " After another pause saying to his friends: "Look at her pussy man. Look at her pussy."  Everyone moved trying to get a good look between my legs. The man sitting in the chair suddenly stuck his hand in between my open legs and started sliding his fingers between my cunt lips. It was very hard to keep from moaning out loud it felt so damn good. Just like that men started groping both my breasts and squeezing my nipples. Honestly I think this is what I came back to Indy for more than the flashing. I don't know how to explain how wild it is to have a bunch of total strangers playing with your body.  Well, about as slick as could be, whoosh! they slid my dress right off my shoulders and I was standing there totally naked. I took my foot off the chair and was about to ask for my dress back when multiple hands went to my inner thighs and they were pulling them apart. I just stood there and did absolutely nothing to stop them letting them spread my legs. Before I knew it they lifted me all the way up in the air and I was crowd surfing above their heads.  Yes I'm sure I could have yelled out and they would have put me down. But it was really wild being naked crowd surfed around their camp. All the men from other campsites where yelling and hooting very loud. They all liked seeing my naked body being floated around and I sure liked them seeing my naked body. I just tried to stay flat keep my head up and my legs spread. I got worried a couple of times when it felt like they were going to drop me.  "Hey! Hey! Hey! Put her down! Put her down!" A few of the guys started yelling, "You fucking idiots. Put her down."  I have to admit I was getting more than just a little worried about being dropped. They seemed to be more interested in groping than supporting me. They brought me down to waist level and carried me way back into their campsite. They tipped me up and sat me on a picnic table my legs hanging over the end. Even though it got scary I had a blast and was laughing like crazy. Mainly because I was naked and they didn't get dropped.  I asked laughing, "Where's my dress?" Not even trying to hide my naked body.  "Hey! Where's her dress man? Get her dress?" The guy from the chair yelled out.  My dress came flying in from the rear of the crowd. As I started to put my dress on the guy spoke out.  He said, "Wait a minute. Wait a minute. Shut up!" He screamed at his friends. After everyone quieted down a bit he said: "We never got to see if you were shaved or not!"  No one was touching me as I sat there on the edge of the table totally naked. It was really up to me what would happen next. I got a sexy look on my face and slowly laid back on my elbows while bringing my feet up on the edge of the table my knees tight together. I stayed motionless for a couple of seconds then spread my legs wide, much wider then I should have. Why do I say much wider then I should have?  Because spreading your legs open in the middle of a group of young men full of beer is like holding up a sign that says 'do whatever you want to me' especially at the Brickyard. Well that is exactly how all the young men read me spreading my legs so wide. It made me laugh as hands came in from everywhere pulling my arms out making me lay flat on my back my legs getting spread wider. The more I laughed the more they spread my legs.  I instantly felt that unmistakable feeling of a warm tongue and lips on my pussy and oh how great it felt. Several hands were on my breast fingers squeezing my nipples hard. There were hands rubbing my flat tummy, my bush, the sides of my butt cheeks and my inner thighs. It only took seconds and I orgasmed, followed by another, followed by a big orgasm.  "Oh... Oh... Oh my...! Oh! Oh!" I moaned very loud.  My loud moan must have scared everyone for a second because they all suddenly stopped what they were doing. I moaned even louder as more juice burped out of my pussy.  "Holy fuck man she's cumming!" The man licking my pussy said while lifting his head.  They all seemed to stay still for a few seconds watching and listening to me orgasm so big and so hard.  Some guy spoke out, "Make her pop man! Make her pop!"  It was like game on again as multiple hands went in between my legs like they were all fighting over a gold coin. One guy would flip my clit and a hand would push his away and another hand would push that one away, all trying to get at my pussy. I couldn't even begin to tell you how many fingers were buried in my cunt hole but I could feel fingers going in and some coming out at the same time. The multiple fingers grinding on and into my pussy brought me to a huge orgasm. "Oh My God! Oh my God!" Came out of my mouth loud, as the orgasm burst out of my pussy, soaking all the men's fingers.  A man yelled out, "Holy fucking shit! She cums a fucking ton man!"  There must have been fifty hands on my body. Anything they could feel or squeeze they were groping. Was I nervous or worried right then? No not at all everything felt so fantastic I didn't care what they did to so long as I kept having big orgasms. Again all the young men had been drinking probably all day and they were close to being out of control.  "Make her cum man! Make her cum!" Several were saying.  "Cum? Hell, fuck her man!" One guy suggested.  Another guy jumped in saying, "Yeah! Fuck her man! Fuck her!"  Well it did not take long to get a volunteer. I knew a cock was coming when I got slid to the edge of the table. All the hands got pulled away from my pussy and my legs were getting pulled apart even wider if that was even possible.  I moaned loud, "Oh! Ohhh! Ohhhhhhh!" as a pretty long cock got pushed steadily up my cunt hole till it was all the way in.  He wasted no time and started pumping my cunt right away with deep firm strokes. He would pull out half way and shove it back in just as far as he could. His cock was pretty long and fairly thick and his cock felt great in my pussy. Not more than three or four minutes into the fucking and he suddenly buried his cock and started pumping loads of cum. Bummer!  "Ahh, ahhh!" He moaned as he popped his load.  He straightened up and stepped back quickly, withdrawing his cock. I knew right away another cock was on its way, as the young guys holding my legs peeled them back towards my shoulders, spreading them open much wider. This cock was about the same length, but a bit thicker. He quickly shoved it half way in, stopped, then shoved it all the way in.  "Oh! Ohhhh! Oh yeah! Yeah!" I moaned as the thicker cock went all the way up my cunt hole.  He started banging my pussy hard and deep. I have to admit, this guy knew how to give a girl a good fucking. Plus, he lasted a good long time before shooting his load. He no sooner got his cock out of me, as when another good sized cock went up my hole, followed by yet another. Four cocks in all before some idiot started yelling.  "What's the fucking matter with you guys?! Get off of her! Get off her!" The man repeatedly said, while grabbing guys and pulling them away from me.  They removed their hands from my body and the man fucking me pulled his cock out and his pants up quickly disappeared. Actually, just about all of them pretty much disappeared. The guy that had been yelling at them and a couple of other guys helped me sit up on the table.  "You alright? " he asked.  I said in a quiet voice, not trying to cover my body, "Yeah, I'm good."  Another guy asked me, "You okay?"  I said, "Yeah! I'm fine." followed by me asking, "You have a bathroom?"  The man, acting like my savior said, "I sure do." He walked me over to the camper, putting a big towel around me. "Right in there, honey." He said while pointing at the camper.  I went in the bathroom and freshened everything up and fixed my hair. As I came back out the man handed me my dress. He must have apologized to me ten times.  I believe I surprised him when I said, "It was no big deal. Things just got a little out of control."  "A little? You call that a little out of control?" He replied like he couldn't believe what I said.  With a geeze look I said, "Yeah... no big deal." Followed with a little laugh.  The look on that guys face was priceless when I said no big deal. I thought "hey, I'm the one that got me into that" Those guys were just young, drunk and horny, that's all. Anyway since the others yelled so loud, breaking up our little sexcapade, everyone else in that area seemed to be hiding. It was just after ten o'clock and I decided to make my way to the second camping area where all the loud music was playing.  The first thing I saw was probably a hundred young men, watching two topless girls dancing in the back of a pickup truck. Again, not to enter their space, I walked past that row of campers and went down to the next row. After flashing all the campsites I got to the end of the row where there was a very big group that was obviously bikers with big Harley's parked everywhere.  One of the rather rough looking biker chicks yelled out, "Show us your boobies baby! We'll give you a beer!" Which was followed by the weirdest loud cackle laugh you ever heard.  I don't know why bikers always seem to scare me for some reason, even though my only contact with them was fine. She yelled so loud I couldn't act like I didn't hear her, so I kind of had to flash them. It was scary and exciting stopping in front of them. I opened my dress and spread it wide open, not only showing the front of my body, but turning and giving a good view of my ass. They all started clapping and whistling very loud. "Hey! Hey!" The obvious leader of the pack yelled out. "Come on over here!" He commanded while motioning with his arm for me to come over. I just stayed where I was, kind of frozen in my tracks. It looked pretty scary back in their campsite, with all the Harley's and everyone wearing black leather of some kind. "Come on... Come over here." He again said still motioning.  The biker chick yelled out, "Come on sweet cheeks. No one's going to hurt you."  As I closed my dress I took in a deep breath and a hard swallow. I was just too excited about the whole situation and had to go back in their campsite. As I walked in several of them lightly clapped their hands once or twice. I walked up to the left side of the leader who was sitting on the end of a big table one foot on the ground. He was a monster of a man very tall with huge arms and a large chest. The biker chick moved around next to him.  She jumped out at me, her arms raised and yelled very loud: "Alright get her guys!" She quickly stopped and started laughing that weird laugh while saying, "I'm just kidding honey! Just kidding."  All the men and other women were laughing at the obvious terror on my face. I naturally jumped back then laughed while putting my hand on my chest, relieved she was kidding.  "Let's see that fine body again cutie." The leader requested rather calmly.  I opened my dress and not only showed him and the biker chick but turned in both directions to give everyone a good look.  "Here. Come right here." He said while standing up and pointing at the end of the table. "I want a good look at that ass."  I knew there was no way I could just say no, so I put my hands on the end of the table as everyone gathered around behind me. I instantly thought it they want a butt shot, I will really give them a butt shot." As I moved my feet wider apart I slightly bent my body forward while pushing my butt back and out. The biker chick grabbed the back of my dress and flipped it up over my shoulder.  Everyone let out a collective, "Whoa..." Followed by several saying, "Nice Ass."  The leader said, "That is one fine ass cutie." He paused a couple of seconds and said in a very loud rough voice: "Gal, damn! That's the nicest ass I've ever seen!"  He stepped forward and put both his rough hands on each of my butt cheeks. His hands were huge and rough and each hand covered a butt cheek. The size of his huge hands made my butt feel tinier than it already was. He removed his left hand and slowly slid his right hand over both my butt cheeks. His big rough hands sent spark like sensations through my entire body and especially to my pussy now constantly dripping juice.  "This is one fine ass. Fine ass!" He repeated as he slid his hands further down my cheeks.  For a second I thought that I should stand up but I just couldn't. The spark-like sensations from his rough hands were driving me wild. He moved to my side and ran his flat hand down my left cheek, his fingertips following the crack of my butt. As he got down to where my butt cheek and thigh met, his fingers wrapped around my inner thigh. He slid his fingertips between my legs, raising his index finger to my dripping wet cunt lips. It was more than my pussy could take and my cunt let go with a big orgasm, my juice soaking his big fat fingers.  He said, "Gal, damn! She's cumming like a fucking banchie, man." while looking up at his biker buddies.  He leaned up over me and said roughly, "You want fucked? I mean, really fucked?"  His mean, rough voice scared me and I instantly raised my body up straight, not knowing exactly what to do. I should have asked, but as always I said nothing.  "She's a teaser, baby!" The biker chick meanly said to her man.  As he slapped me very hard on the ass he said, "Teaser!" then said as though pissed off, "Get the fuck out of here before I tear you up!"  I started to walk away while fastening my dress when he grabbed my wrist.  He said mean and roughly: "Come back." pausing while sucking a deep breath of air through his nose. "You'll get a fucking you won't believe."  As I walked away with my legs shaking I looked back at the leader and the biker chick a couple of times. I was so scared at that instant I wasn't sure what to do. I wanted to ask but they sent me on my way so quickly, after standing up. I guess this was one of those times you will just never know what would have happened. I turned the corner and continued flashing down the next two lanes showing everyone my full body. I got played with a few times got my nipples sucked my pussy licked but nothing really wild happened.  Flashing down the next lane, I noticed three rather unhappy girls, their arms being held while a big group of guys groped their breasts nipples and crotch. One of them, their leg being held up high while men groped her pussy. I thought right away that seems like the next place I should go. Hah! I took my time flashing until the three girls moved on. As I got closer music started blaring from a pick up truck. I looked and there was the two girls now wearing tops but lifting them as they danced.  Again I was going to give them their space and head back the other way. Only it was too late. The big group of young men spotted me and started yelling:  "Wooo baby! Hey hey hey! Over here baby!" Different guys yelled out.  They were all younger men, I'm guessing eighteen to twenty or so and boy you could tell they had all been doing a lot of drinking. I walked to the edge of their campsite. A big, kind of chunky young man smoking a little cigar yelled out.  He said, "Show us those big titties girl."  As I put my hands up to my lapels a ton of flashlights came on lighting me up as I popped out both my breasts.  He yelled, "Holy fucking shit! You got some big fucking titties baby."  Several men kept slowly moving behind me making me move deeper into their campsite. They had obviously done this before to other girls.  "What the fuck you got under that dress girl?" The cigar man yelled.  Oh yes, I was getting more nervous as other groups of men came over to join them. There had to be at least a hundred men surrounding me, but I thought "what the hell" and slowly opened my dress not as wide as I usually do.  "Holy fucking shit! Come on girl! Open that up!" He ordered.  A guy on each side of me grabbed my hands where I was holding my dress and pulled my dress wide open.  The main man said real loud, "Damn! What a fucking body! You are hot girl!" After looking over my body he said, "I got to have a feel of that hot stuff!"  He quickly stuck his hand right between my legs grabbing a hand full of my dripping wet pussy.  He said to his buddies laughing, "She's got a big wet pussy down here. Fuck!" He massaged my pussy for a few seconds and said, "No, no... I got to see this stuff!"  He jammed the cigar in his mouth and lifted my left leg. He looked around and pulled a beer keg sitting in a huge wagon closer to us. With one hand behind my knee and the other on my ankle he lifted my leg shoulder high setting my foot on top of the beer keg. My left knee was bent and strained so I twisted my foot allowing me to straighten my left leg which only spread my legs wider.  There I was, in the middle of a hundred drunken young men, flashlights lighting me up like daytime, right foot on the ground and my left foot shoulder high on a beer keg. I was literally doing the splits standing up my pussy looking huge. I don't know if my pussy could get any more exposed and spread open than this. I have to admit being in that kind of weird position turned me on big time. Juice was steadily dripping out of my pussy, my big cunt lips hanging straight down and split apart, my very stiff clit protruding out.  The man with the cigar reached in and rubbed the backs of his fingers on my hanging cunt lips juice rolling off his fingers.  He shook his head while saying, "That some fuckin pussy."  One girl from the truck pushed her way through the guys and yelled, "What the fuck are you assholes doing?" She stopped when she seen my spread open pussy saying very slow, "Holy fucking shit!"  Cigar man said, "Bobbie! How'd you like to eat that pussy?"  She said slowly with a very drunken slur, "Oh... fuck! Hell yes!"  While she stared at my hanging cunt the man said, "What the fuck you waiting for? Have at it girl!"  She stepped right in and scrunched down directly under my pussy, tilted her head way back and stuck her tongue straight up, softly licking the bottom edges of my dripping cunt lips. The whole weird spread open position all the young guys around and this girl lightly licking my cunt lips made my cunt pop out a big, juicy orgasm. In that position I could clearly see my pussy and the girl licking it.  Juice poured out of my cunt, soaking the girls face, juice rolling off her cheeks. That's when I noticed that all the young men were almost dead quiet watching this girl lick my pussy. Several times she raised her lips up to my slit and sucked both my cunt lips deep into her mouth. She repeatedly sucked both my cunt lips in her mouth and pulled down continuing to suck hard. She would stretch my cunt lips out real long until they pulled out of her mouth.  "Ohh! Ohh! Ohh!" I repeatedly moaned. It felt absolutely fantastic.  She reached up with both hands, grasping one of my cunt lips between each thumb and finger spreading them open. She stuck her tongue way out, up straight and pushed directly into my cunt hole and swirled it around driving me wild. The other girl pushed her way through the tight group of men.  "Holy fuck!" She exclaimed as she saw her friend tonguing my pussy.  She reached in from a distance and clamped her thumb and index finger on my very stiff protruding clit and jerked out hard. She continued doing that very hard like she was jacking off a little dick. My pussy built up a huge orgasm in seconds.  I moaned very loud, "Ohhh! Oh my God! Ahh! Ohhh my!" as my cunt began to burst an even bigger orgasm.  I could feel the big globs of cunt juice working its way out of my cunt from deep down in my pussy it was making my whole body quiver. The juice bursted out of my cunt hole, soaking the girls face again. She instantly stopped tonguing my cunt hole and opened her mouth wide catching my cum. The other girl was relentless now, roughly rolling, squeezing and twisting my clit in all directions very hard. It just kept the big orgasms cumming one after the other.  The girl taking my cum juice gagged and gagged, dropped away from my cunt, bending over and gagging some more. She went right back up to my pussy and sucked my cunt lips in her mouth again. My cunt juice now spurting out both ends of my closed cunt lips spraying the girls face and neck. Neither girl would quit and the weird position pussy eating continued for the longest time. Ten minutes, fifteen minutes, over twenty minutes before the girl licking my cunt stopped and moved behind me just a little still scrunched down.  No it wasn't over yet, these girls were not about to quit. My right leg, supporting all my weight, was getting weak and if it hadn't been for the guys groping my breasts and squeezing my nipples the whole time holding me up, I would have fallen over. She jammed four fingers up my cunt hole and started finger fucking me extremely fast and hard while the other girl literally attacked my clit almost savagely. They shot the intensity in my pussy three times higher than it already was.  I yelled out from the extreme mamasturbation,"Oh! Oh my God! Oh my God!" I yelled out very loud as my legs stiffened very tight. My whole body was shaking and my pussy felt like it was going to explode. "Oh my God!" continuously came out of my mouth in a stammering, very stressed shaky voice.  It felt like my entire pussy was coming out from between my legs. My pussy felt so huge at that very moment. Then my cunt let go with a massive orgasm and juice gushed out of my pussy like I could not believe, big globs of juice pouring out of my cunt. The girl removed her fingers from my cunt hole, while the other girl continued twisting my clit savagely. My body and legs suddenly stiffened even tighter than before and yet another monster orgasm came gushing out of my pussy. You could hear the huge amounts of cunt juice splashing in the big puddle of juice already on the ground.  I screamed very loud, "Ahhh, God!" The intensity was almost unbearable.  It was like everyone was mesmerized by my pussy and all the cunt juice pouring out of it splashing in the puddle. The girl twisted my clit so savagely I thought she was going to pull it off. After a final unbelievable twisting of my clit she let go. She stood up staring at my cunt watching yet another massive amount of juice pour out for several seconds. As the intensity and flow of juice slowed down I couldn't help but notice how silent everyone was, watching my pussy orgasm.  She shook her head and said with a drunken slur, "Whoa! Now that's a pussy."  Everyone started laughing, hearing her say 'now that's a pussy'. Even I let out a little chuckle being a bit weak from the attack on my cunt. The guy holding my foot way up on the keg released it and I lowered it to the ground. I stood up kind of shaky at first but within a few seconds felt stable on my legs. I was standing in the puddle of my own cum juice and I could feel it squishing between my toes.  The guy with the cigar said kind of asshole-like, "Bet that pussy never popped like that before."  Right away I thought, there's no way I could admit they got my pussy good. So I said, "Ah... It was alright."  The man seemed totally insulted, "What?!" He yelled out loud as though very pissed. "She said it was alright. Alright! Just alright." After a pause he said, even more pissed, "Can you fucking believe that shit?"  Bobbie also insulted said very loud in her drunken slur, "Bullshit! Fucking bullshit!" And while pointing at me said, "We got your pussy good! Good!"  I just gave her a wink, closed my dress and took off, walking down the lane, my legs a bit shaky. Oh yeah, they most definitely got my pussy good. Hell, I knew it and they surely knew it too. Since everyone in that row of campers was watching the big masturbation scene there was no one to flash until I got to the next row of campers. It was well after midnight and a lot of people had gone to bed or they were drunk and fell asleep in their loungers outside. But there were still guys to flash. Hell no, I wasn't done flashing yet.  As I walked down the row of campers, the biker stop from earlier kept popping into my head, wondering if I should go back there. As I flashed three different groups of guys, they asked me the good old "are you shaved" line. Of course I showed all of them, each giving me a good pussy rubbing the last one adding some licking as well. I was at the end of the last row and about a dozen men were sitting back in their campsite.  "What are you doing out here so late?" One of them asked.  "Oh... just out for a little walk." I replied with a smile.  "Well, come on over. Sit by the fire. Have a beer." They offered.  As I walked into their campsite I said, "Ah... no beer. But I'd drink a cup of coffee."  "Oh, hell yes! We got coffee. Good coffee too." He boasted.  As I got up to them I said, "Hello. How's everyone tonight?"  "Hah! We're a lot better now that you're here." One of the men said while laughing.  I heard, "How do you take your coffee?"  "Black." I replied.  He brought me a cup of coffee and I turned my back to the fire to get warm the night becoming chilly.  One of the guys said, "You look too hot to be cold."  "Thank you. Just a bit chilly." I replied.  Another guy said with a chuckle, "You'd get warmer if you took off that dress."  I acted astonished and said jokingly, "Oh I would, would I?"  All them laughed, several saying, "Oh hell yes! A lot warmer."  I would say they were in their forties to sixties and I couldn't believe how nice they all were. So, kind of thanking them, I took off my dress and threw it on an empty lawn chair. I was standing in front of the fire totally naked, making a nice silhouette of my body. The men all started leaning their heads down, looking between my legs.  A guy said, "That's one hell of a set of pussy lips you got their honey."  "Yeah, they're big ones alright." I replied with a smile.  "Would you mind turning around?" One of them politely requested.  I smiled and turned around so they could see me from the back side. I spread my legs pretty wide and bent over about half way, giving them a real good view.  "You're fucking gorgeous, you know that. " one of them said with the others agreeing.  "Well thank you." I replied while turning around facing them.  I seen a few people walking towards us, so I grabbed my dress and put it back on, but left it open. They turned around and headed back the other way. I have no idea why I did it, but I went up to each one of them and let them rub my pussy for a minute or so. I think it's because they were so nice and them being older might have been a reason.  The last guy while rubbing my pussy said, "You know, most of us have been coming to Indy for thirty years and nothing like this has ever happened to us."  I said quite surprised, "Really?"  "Nope! We've heard all kinds of stories. We've had girls flash us. But nothing like this has ever happened to us." They all pretty much said. I guess wanting these guys to have a story of their own I asked, "Which one of you has the biggest dick?"  They were all quite surprised at my question and while laughing said, "What...?"  I asked again like it was no big deal, "I said... which one of you has the biggest dick?" They all looked at each other for several seconds when one of them held up his hand and said, "I guess. I do."  I said excitingly, "Great! Let's see it."  He said kind of shocked, "What?"  I said, "I showed you mine. Now show me yours."  I really didn't think he would do it, but he unzipped his pants and pulled out a darn good sized very soft dick. I'm guessing seven inches maybe more and pretty thick. I walked over in front of him and grabbed ahold of his dick.  I asked them, "You guys want a real story of your own?  They all said: "Yeah, hell yeah."  I squatted down in front of him and sucked his totally soft dick in my mouth. I slid my lips up and down the shaft several times his dick getting very hard quickly it being much longer and thicker than I thought. They took photo's as I totally deepthroated his cock. Deepthroating him a few times was more than he could take blasting a huge load of cum down my throat. Swallowing his cum I gave him several long sucks to finish it off.  I stood up and said happily, "Now you have a story of your own."  They all laughed while saying, "Holy Shit!"  As we exchanged goodbyes they gave me a cup of coffee in a styrofoam cup and I headed out down the lane. Feeling pretty hot what I just did for those older guys I couldn't help thinking about the earlier stop at the biker's campsite. My pussy started dripping juice the soon as I started thinking about the bikers. The big problem was I wasn't even sure I could find them again. Even though it was one in the morning, I found plenty of guys to flash, going down rows of campers.  As I was about to turn and go down another lane I stopped in my tracks as I saw several Harley's parked in a campsite. I thought to myself 'oh fuck, this might be them'. My excitement and nervous level shot up to ten in an instant. Everything that had happened earlier was racing through my head so fast my cunt popped a little spasm orgasm. Oh my God, should I go into their camp or should I run? Then I thought 'hell, maybe they all went to bed or it isn't even them'. So I hid behind the end camper and looked around the corner over at the campsite.  Nope, it was the bikers alright. Not as many as before, but they were sitting around the campfire, drinking beer and bullshitting with each other. Just the thought of going into their campsite was turning me on like you wouldn't believe. My brain was saying "run" my pussy was saying "get your little ass in there" Juice was steadily dripping out of my pussy having one little spasm orgasm after another. It really didn't come down to "if I had the guts" It came down to knowing I shouldn't do it, but I was just way too turned on not to.  I fluffed my hair straightened my dress and started walking. I was so darn scared my legs were shaking, making it hard to walk in my heels. I got around the corner, walking on their side of the lane. There was maybe ten or twelve of them sitting around the campfire, including the biker chick. I didn't think they were going to say anything and I was already trying to decide if I should just walk in myself.  "So... you came back?" The leader yelled out.  Oh my God, my legs got so weak when I heard him yell out I could barely stand. I had to stop walking, or else I would have fallen down. I couldn't believe I had done it and was thinking that maybe I shouldn't have.  "Ahhh." Is all I could get to come out of my mouth, as I stood there motionless.  "Is that all you got to say, "Ahh?" The biker chick said in a very sarcastic tone.  I was so fucking turned on, I spoke without even thinking what I was saying, "Yes! I'm... I'm back."  "Then get your ass over here." He ordered.  I finally got my legs to move and slowly walked into their camp, passing right behind the biker chick and half a dozen guys.  "Teaser." The biker chick said meanly as I passed. All the other men sat up in their chairs and took notice as I walked behind them.  "Open up! Let's see it." The leader ordered.  I was so damn hot, so turned on and so scared at this point that I remember what I did, but not why I was doing it. I opened my dress wide, so everyone could see my naked body. I was absolutely scared to death and my legs were shaking. I mean, my knees were knocking as I walked right up to the side of the big table. All the other men got up out of their chairs, seemingly to make a human wall around the big table, so others could not see what was going on.  "Put your hands right here." The leader said pointing at the table top.  I put my hands on the table, bending over slightly, like I had done earlier. The biker chick, just like before, flipped my dress up over my shoulder, my bare ass fully exposed. The big man stood to the left behind me and again rubbed my entire hard, little ass slowly. His big, rough hands again sent spark like sensations through my entire body and pussy only this time they seemed to be multiplied tenfold. I couldn't believe I was doing this and how scared I was.  Every time he moved his hand down my butt cheeks his fingers got closer to my pussy. The anticipation of what would happen next was driving me crazy. He slid his hand down to the base of my left butt cheek and wrapped his fingers around my inner thigh, sliding them in between my legs. He lifted his big, fat index finger, separating my cunt lips and softly rubbing the length of my slit with the side of his finger. The tip of his finger rubbed across my stiff swollen clit.  I moaned, "Oh... God... Ohhh. Ahhh. Ohhh. " as juice flowed out of my pussy.  He pulled his hand out from between my legs, slowly rubbing my butt cheeks. With his foot inside of mine he pulled, spreading my leg way out to my left. The biker girl seeing this did the same thing to my right leg. There I was, bent over the big table, resting on my forearms, my legs spread open wide and this monster of a man slowly rubbing my little ass. He again moved his hand down my butt cheek and wrapped his fingers inside my thigh, sliding in between my legs. He turned his hand palm up, pressing hard up in between my legs, slightly raising my butt.  "Ohh. Ohhh! Ohhhhh!" came out of my mouth louder, as a bigger orgasm flowed out of my pussy. Juice was pouring out of my cunt like crazy, while he roughly massaged my entire pussy with his big rough hand.  "Gal, damn! I can't believe how much she cums, man." The leader proclaimed looking around at his fellow bikers.  The leader and biker chick each spread my legs wider apart, he bent his fat middle finger and poked it all the way up my cunt hole very hard.  My butt humped up, while I said "Ow!" as his fat finger penetrated my pussy, almost feeling like a small dick fucking me. The biker chick forced her hand in between my tummy and the table and grabbed a hold of my clit, first squeezing it hard then rolling it back and forth between her thumb and index finger. My pussy burst, gushing out an even larger orgasm.  The leader laughed and said to the biker chick: "Jesus... She's unloading, baby." as cunt juiced soaked his hand.  The biker chick said, with much contempt in her voice: "Fuck her, baby. Fuck her!"  Yes, I could have stood up and maybe they would have stopped but I just couldn't, I was way too hot right then and had to go on. As she continued, now flipping my stiff clit side to side, the leader stood up and dropped his pants to his knees. I just had to see his cock and turned my head back to look. I barely got a glimpse of it as it brushed along my butt cheek. Oh my God, it was big alright, at least as big as the two cocks I got at my first live sex show. Ten, maybe eleven inches long and very thick. As he grabbed his big cock, lowering it towards my pussy the biker chick spoke with disdained joy in her voice.  She said, "Hold on princess. It's going to hurt!" then blared out with that God awful laugh. The big head of his cock pushed up tight against my soaked pussy, spreading my cunt lips apart and widening my hole. He relaxed for a couple of seconds, while grabbing my hips tight with both his big fat hands. He pushed it in very hard stretching me open wider and wider and kept pushing in very hard.  "Ow! Ow! Ow! Ouch! Ow! Ouch! Fuck! Fuck!" I yelled out in a pained voice as the huge head of his cock violently stretched my cunt hole wide open, sinking into my pussy.  Oh yes! Him forcing it in so fast hurt like hell. He stopped and pulled back just a tiny bit, only to again shove it in with great force sinking his cock well over half way in my cunt.  "Ow... Ow... Ow! Oh my God! Oh God! Oh my God!" Came flying out of my mouth in a very strained voice. The huge cock tearing into my pussy.  The biker chick laughed sadistically saying, "God ain't helping you!" She paused a second and said very mean-like, while twisting my clit with her fingers, "You're fucked now! Princess!" Again followed by that awful laugh.  Well, I'm pretty sure God wasn't going to help and I was getting fucked. Another biker chick appeared, grabbing my wrists and stretching my arms out above my head, making me lay flat on my chest. He relentlessly kept pushing in very hard, his long thick cock slowly boring its way deeper and deeper in my cunt hole. I felt it going very deep in my cunt, giving way to the constant force and size of his cock.  I said slowly, with a very pained voice: "Oh... my... God!" as I grabbed the other side of the table, wrapping my fingers over the edge. I moaned and grunted very loud as he eventually forced the full length of his cock all the way in, his big balls pressing up tight against her fingers and my clit.  I moaned painfully: "Oh... my... God! Oh my!"  The chick said to the man: "Fuck... You got it all in, baby."  With a big huff he said: "Oh Yeah! It's all in there."  He held it totally buried in my cunt for the longest time and then pulled it all the way out of my pussy. His cock was so hard, I felt it pop up as it came out.  Different men said things like: "Lay it to her. Fuckin time. Tear it up, boss."  He put the big head back up to my cunt hole and with one big, long stroke shoved his cock all the way in, giving an extra hard push as he buried it in my pussy.  I quickly raised my head and body yelling out, "Ow! Ouch! Ouch! Oh! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" His cock really hurt getting shoved all the way in so fast. He pulled nearly all the way out and shoved it all the way back in again and again and again, one full length deep stroke after another. I couldn't begin to tell you how unreal that big cock felt, going in and out so deep. My pussy exploded with orgasms, as the huge cock fucked me and the biker chick twisted and jerked on my stiff clit.  I couldn't believe the fucking I was getting, it hurt like hell but felt unbelievable! It hurt and felt fantastic! It hurt and hurt even more, but I absolutely loved the fucking he was giving me. He put his big hand on the middle of my back, making me lay flat on my chest and lifted my hips, making me arch my lower back, so he could get his cock in my cunt even deeper. Bang, bang, bang, bang, one hard, deep thrust all the way in my cunt hole one after the other, never letting up for a second.  Juice was squirting out of my pussy, the deep hard fucking going on and on five minutes, ten minutes, over fifteen minutes and still him pounding my pussy deep. He shoved it all the way in my pussy and stopped, lifted my hips, spreading my little butt cheeks with his thumbs and wiggling his cock while shoving in hard, to guarantee every inch was in my cunt. He reached down and lifted my right leg, bending it and putting it up on the table spreading my legs much wider apart. He pulled out about half way and rammed his cock all the way back in very hard.  "Ow! Ow! Fuck! Damn!" Came out of my mouth again quickly, as his huge cock tore into my pussy.  With my right leg up on the table he was only pulling out half way, then ramming his cock all the way back in, totally burying each thrust. Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, one very hard thrust after another. Again, five minutes, ten minutes, and still he constantly pounded my pussy. He gave me several super hard thrusts, and stopped. He pulled his cock all the way out, grabbed my legs and flipped me over on my back my butt hanging over the edge of the table.  He bent my legs back towards my shoulders spreading them wide with his hands behind my knees. He leaned over and started licking my pussy with big long licks, then sucking my cunt lips in his mouth and pulling them, stretching my lips till they pulled out. He did that several times before locking his lips on my clit and not only sucking, but munching on my very stiff, protruding clit.  "Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God!" Was coming out of my mouth loud as my pussy erupted with a massive orgasm, juice gushing out of my pussy uncontrollably.  The big man lifted his head from my cunt and said to his friends, "Look at her cum, man. Unbelievable."  He moved his head, so his friends could watch the juice gushing out of my cunt hole. The biker girl reached in and got a death grip on my stiff clit and started violently twisting it in every direction. I naturally tried to shut my legs, but the big man held them spread open. One huge orgasm after another kept gushing out of my pussy, juice flowing everywhere.  Biker girl yelled out, "Fuck her, baby! Fuck her hard!"  He grabbed his huge cock and rammed it back in deep, until his pubic bone smashed up tight against my clit, followed by twenty or thirty long full length strokes burying his cock each time. He wrapped his hands behind my knees, his palms on the backs of my thighs and pinned my knee caps on the table top, holding my legs spread wide. He lifted up and gave me several long, slow strokes nearly pulling all the way out, then shoving back in, giving an extra hard push at the end to make sure he had it buried in my cunt. The long deep slow strokes were awesome, as I slapped my hands on the table.  In a very strained voice: "Oh... my... God! That's a big cock! Big cock!" While grunting loud each time the cock got buried in my cunt hole.  Biker chick said with hate, "Princess getting her pussy torn up, is she?!" followed by that loud, menacing laugh.  He spread my knees wider and started pounding his cock in me faster. Bang, bang, bang, bang, one very hard thrust after the other, never letting up. I grabbed ahold of both sides of the table and held on tight. Yet again, five minutes, ten minutes plus, constantly pounding his cock all the way in my pussy. It was like he couldn't spread my legs wide enough, or fuck me deep enough. His strokes slowed and got shorter, only pulling out a little, then ramming it back in the hardest yet. After at least fifty of those ultra hard ramming thrusts, he buried his cock in my pussy and held it buried.  "Ah! Ahhh! Ahhhh!" , he roared like a moose, as he pumped his cum deep in my cunt.  After the big loads were released, he pulled his cock out half way and really slammed it in hard at least a dozen times. He was huffing and puffing while he stood there, leaving his huge cock buried in my pussy for a real long time.  A guy said: "That was one hell of a fucking, man." All the other men saying similar things.  The big man fucking me coughed a little laugh and said: "That's one hell of a pussy."  He straightened up and slowly withdrew his big log of a cock from my cunt. It fell straight down as the big head slid out of my cunt hole. His cum and my cum poured out of my pussy, falling to the ground. I looked up at him, his pants still down to his ankles, his flaccid cock hanging straight down between his legs.  Pointing directly at me he said, while panting: "Told you I'd give you a fucking you'd never forget." He bent over, grabbed his pants and pulled them up, stuffing his monster cock in his shorts.  Getting up to my elbows, my legs still spread open I said panting: "That is one big cock!."  He turned his head and laughed saying: "Hah! You felt that, did ya?"  Twisting my head I got a coy smile and said: "Oh yeah... I felt it alright!"  I laid back down flat my legs still spread wide open my pussy twitching from the awesome fucking it just got.  He reached out helping me sit up while saying: "Best fuck I ever had."  I smiled and slid off the table, getting to my feet. I used the bathroom in his camper and came back out, opening my dress wide, flashing everyone. They all let out a chuckle a few clapping. It was nearly three in the morning and everyone had pretty much gone to bed, including most of the bikers, right after the fucking was over. Me, the big man and a couple of the other bikers sat around the camp fire, drinking coffee. They were asking me questions about flashing and what different things have happened to me.  I even told them about stripping at some bachelor parties and doing a live sex show. The big man who fucked me gave me a card with just his first name and a phone number on it. He said "call me we have bachelor parties now and then." I did call and believe me their bachelor party will be story. Anyway, that was my second trip to the Brickyard 400. It was really wild and I loved re-living it as I wrote it and hope you liked it as well. Kathy

Karen Shows Off Her Birthday Suit by LuckyDave1066 With her date called off, her clothes start coming off too! Less than an hour into another long overnight shift at her convenience store job, Alexa was already bored. She'd forgotten to put the novel she had started reading earlier in the day in her tote bag, leaving her only a few day-old newspapers available to fend off boredom. Keeping herself from getting too bored was increasingly important now that some of the tenants in the adjacent shopping center had re-opened as pandemic restrictions were gradually being scaled back; she could only imagine what the various shopkeepers and their customers would say about some of the things she'd gotten up to out in their parking lot over the last year or so! The sound of the door chime promised, if not excitement, at least another person to briefly break up the monotony. She looked up to see who was coming in; would it be college students looking to buy some beer before the 11PM closing time the state had temporarily imposed on bars during the pandemic, the occasional fellow night shift worker filling a thermos with coffee on their way to work, or a frazzled parent hunting for a few diapers at the only place in the neighborhood still open? "None of the above," Alexa whispered to herself, studying the shapely woman entering the store. Alexa was sure the newcomer was easily the best dressed person to show up during her shift, and seemed likely to hold on to the title until her 6 AM quitting time. She was dressed for a big night out, not a typical look at this store; a white silk blouse just sheer enough to see a hint of a dark colored bra, a semi-short dark gray pencil skirt, stockings, and shiny pale gray heels. The customer herself looked somewhat familiar, but with much of the stylish customer's face covered by a gray mask, Alexa couldn't quite place her. Judging by the look on her face, the newcomer was having the same problem, eyeing Alexa with a quizzical look as she approached the counter. As Karen came within a few feet of her, Alexa finally worked out where she knew the buxom brunette from. Alexa smiled and had just opened her mouth to offer a greeting when Karen beat her to the punch. "Please, don't say you don't recognize me because I'm wearing clothes," Karen said. "Wasn't going to, I was going to say your hair looks better than the last time you were here!" Alexa replied, "Though the clothes do make a big difference; nice outfit, by the way." "Yeah, thanks. This is what my hair usually looks like when I'm not out in a downpour like I was that night." "So, what brings you in tonight? Visiting the scene of the crime?" "I was supposed to be meeting my boyfriend to celebrate my birthday at the little restaurant down at the end of the shopping center. The asshole not only didn't show up, he broke up with me in a text. On my freaking birthday! Technically he didn't break up with me, he just told me he couldn't go out tonight because of something he needed to do with his wife. His not-ex but current wife, whose existence was news to me until that moment." "Ouch. What did you do?" asked Alexa. "I had a second glass of wine and ordered dinner. When I finished I called him on his landline I had looked up when we started dating. Wifey answered, but I resisted the urge to bust him and asked for some other guy. I'm guessing she gets a lot of wrong number calls and hang-ups." "Sounds like you made the best of it; what can I do for you?" Alexa asked as she headed to the refrigerated beer and wine case. She returned carrying a 4 pack of champagne splits and offered Karen one, telling her, "It's better than you'd expect to find in a place like this, and we should celebrate your birthday!" Karen looked at the small bottle doubtfully, then shrugged, pulled down her mask, twisted off the cap, and held the bottle out towards Alexa, who opened her bottle, tapped it against Karen's, and wished the middle-aged brunette a happy birthday. After taking a long swig of champagne, Karen asked, "Um, well, this may sound weird, but I've been curious about whether or not there's really a photo of me in the nude on display somewhere in this place?" "Nope!" Alexa replied. Sure she was seeing surprise mixed with disappointment on Karen's face she continued, "There are actually two shots of you on the back of the counter, yours are right next to the one of me." "Mine are next to yours? You didn't say either one of the two photos you showed me was of you! Which one are you in?" "I don't know why I told you the picture of me was of Lexie, just a little embarrassed I guess." "So, is Lexie even an actual person?" demanded Karen, "You told me a lot about her during my other visit." "No. And yes, sort of. If you were to ask almost anyone who's known me for long about my personality, they'd tell you I'm pretty straight-laced, level-headed, responsible, not the sort of person who takes chances or breaks rules," Alexa replied, "definitely not someone you'd expect to not only have a picture of herself stark naked on display where she works but likes it being there! Lately, I've gotten in touch with another whole side of myself, and I've taken to calling that girl Lexie like she's a different person entirely." "Wow. Lots to unpack there," said Karen, "Honestly, I was hoping you might introduce me to Lexie sometime to compare notes. I've been trying to make sense of some of what I did and felt that night, and based on what you told me she sounded like someone who might understand what I had going on." "Well, consider yourself introduced," Alexa laughed, "what do you want to know?" Karen asked Alexa, and maybe Lexie, a whole list of questions; "How did you get started?" Alexa told Karen about the New Year's Eve adventure. "How many times have you been nude in public?" Alexa had to think a bit before admitting to 7 times. "Have you ever been seen by anyone?" Karen was surprised to hear that she'd been seen naked every time but one. "Was being seen accidental or intentional?" "Strictly speaking, more accidental than intentional," Alexa answered, "but usually so likely to happen it might as well have been intentional. Or maybe was, it's hard to say." Finally, Karen asked the question she most wanted an answer to; "How does being seen while nude make you feel?" "Fucking AWESOME!," Alexa replied, "I mean, scared and embarrassed as hell at first and a little bit ashamed, but that fades and is followed by a sort of high, practically an out-of-body experience." Almost as soon as she'd answered Karen's final question, Alexa shifted the conversation, asking, "how about you? Same questions..." Karen hadn't expected to be put on the spot this way but knew it was only fair after Alexa had opened up to her, so she willingly answered. "How did I get started? On vacation, drying off after a shower. I didn't know anyone could see me at first, but by the time I took the towel off I knew someone was watching." "How many times have I been nude in public? I guess four or five times, but during several of those I was just topless, and in a clothing-optional part of the resort I was staying at, so I'm not sure they count. A couple of times were completely accidental, too, or at least began that way." Was being seen accidental or intentional? "Accidental, except for one time at the resort when I thought I was stripping for one man, some distance away, as a kind of thank you for something kind he did for me. I found out a little late that I had a larger audience, a few dozen people. "How does it make me feel? Like you, scared and embarrassed, too much so to feel any kind of high, but despite feeling incredibly vulnerable, I do get very excited. I've never deliberately stripped naked just for the hell of it, right in front of some stranger, the way you've done, so I can't say how that would feel, at least not yet." "So it sounds like more people may have seen you naked than have seen me!" Alexa laughed. Maybe so, but that night I came in here you acted like my being nude was no big deal, while I was shaking like a leaf in a windstorm." "Well, I was completely dressed, even before adding this stylish uniform apron, while you were as naked as naked gets," Alexa replied, "I had it much easier than you that night!" Both women laughed, then fell silent for a minute, quietly sipping their champagne. Karen broke the silence, looking at her almost empty bottle as she said, "This is actually pretty tasty, but probably not a good idea." "Why not? If you're worried about driving, just hang out here with me until you're okay to drive." "Thanks, but that's not what I'm afraid of," Karen replied. "What's got you worried? I mean, it's Friday night, your birthday, what's the worst that could happen?" "Based on past experience, having a relationship go up in flames and responding by letting myself get a little buzz on is exactly the recipe for me to do something foolish," Karen admitted. "Foolish, like flashing someone?" Alexa asked, "Cool! If you're afraid you're going to get out of control, just flash me something and get it out of your system!" "Does it even count if the person being flashed knows what's coming? Seems contrary to the concept." "You could always go outside and wing it, then I wouldn't be expecting anything in particular," Alexa replied as she dropped her bottle into a recycling bin, "and any random spectators would REALLY be surprised!" "Spectators? Ohhh, this sounds like a bad idea already!" Karen said, trembling slightly. "I didn't mean to freak you out; the restaurant is the only business besides this place in the entire center open past 9:00, and they're always gone by 10:30 or so. The last bus passes by around 10:45 and the handful of college students coming in to get beer before we have to stop selling it at 11:00 are in and out by 11:10. After that, traffic passing by is pretty light, so..." Alexa said as the door chime interrupted her. Karen jumped slightly, imagining being surprised while improvising some sort of exposure out among the gas pumps or farther out in the parking lot. She had already begun thinking what she could do, and how far she might be able to go; now she shivered as she imagined all the options she'd come up with combined with the added variable of random spectators! As Alexa had predicted, every one of the steady stream of customers suddenly appearing right at 10:50 was carrying at least a twelve-pack of some sort of beer, hard lemonade, hard seltzer, or wine. By 11:05 the rush was over, ending as abruptly as it had begun. Coming back out from behind the counter, Alexa said, "As I was about to say, after all the people making a last-minute beer run have left, I hardly see anyone until the early bird commuters start coming in, around 6:00. Customers between 11:30 and 5:30 are few and far between." "Few?" Karen asked, "How few?" "I can usually count them on one hand," Alexa replied, handing Karen another small bottle of champagne, "Here, I can't sell half of a four-pack." "Usually, but not always?" Karen asked as she twisted off the new bottle's cap. "Not always," admitted Alexa. "How often would you say.." Karen said before Alexa cut her off. "I don't know what to tell you, most nights you could hang out there for an hour or three and never see anyone go by. Once in a while, it gets a little busier. There's no way to predict it. Personally, I think the uncertainty is half the fun." "Like I said before, almost all of my experiences with being caught naked have been accidental, actually thinking about risking it on purpose still scares me. A lot!" Alexa smiled, saying, "You didn't look scared that other time you were here when you stripped out of your t-shirt and threw it away!" "You saw that?" Karen said, blushing, "I thought the pump was blocking your view!" "The canopy has a camera above each pump. I wasn't paying attention until you showed up inside, but after you left I replayed your whole visit. Sadly, the system records over the previous day's recording, so your performance is lost." "You say sadly, I say fortunately, though I do kind of wish I could have seen it." Karen replied, taking a long sip of champagne, "to be fair, between being ridiculously tiny and all but transparent when wet, that shirt was worse than no shirt at all." "If you'd like to give the security camera experience another try, the cameras are always ready!" Alexa laughed. "Not sure about that, it looks pretty damn bright under the canopy, but I might possibly be able to do something out in the darker part of the parking lot," Karen replied. She walked over to the door and peered out, looking for any sign of life. After at least 5 minutes of monitoring the quiet road and parking lot while chatting with Alexa, she opened her purse and rummaged around, eventually finding her spare keyfob. She took out the single key and closed the purse, then asked Alexa, "Could you take care of this for a few minutes? And let me have a shopping bag?" "Sure," Alexa said, handing her a plastic bag, "do you want me to take care of that, too?" she asked, pointing at Karen's half-filled bottle. "Nope!" said Karen as she downed the remaining champagne and dropped the empty bottle in the recycling bin. She pushed the door open and stepped outside, saying, "Wish me luck!" Karen strode quickly through the gas pumps, glancing up once or twice at the canopy; sure enough, there were a whole lot of cameras recording every inch of the area below. "Something to remember when I come back," she thought. Her destination now was her ratty pickup, the only vehicle in sight, right out in front of the restaurant where she'd parked a couple of hours earlier. Well clear of the bright and camera-covered canopy now, she was soon nearly one-quarter of the way to her truck. "Time to see what I can do," she thought, and stopped where she was, turned to face her only spectator back at the store, and unfastened about half of the buttons on her blouse. Her hands shook a little, but she didn't hesitate, telling herself, A little bra showing, no big deal." Since the reason she opened her blouse was to make removing her bra a little easier, her calm began to fail her as she reached behind her back and unhooked the band, and she shivered in earnest when she had worked both shoulder straps down her sleeves and over her hands. She took a deep breath and gave a tug to the last part of the lacy maroon bra still in contact with her body; the cups slipped off her breasts and she pulled it out. She glanced down and saw a whole lot of cleavage, and quickly refastened two buttons, then had another look and decided she could stand to undo one after all. She dropped her bra into her shopping bag and began walking towards her truck again. As she approached what seemed like the halfway point of her journey, Karen slowed her pace, wondering if she could really go through with what she had loosely planned for this spot, let alone the steadily more unsettling ideas she had in mind for the last few stops. When she reached the point she estimated to be halfway between her two available places of refuge, she paused and took a good look around. Finding herself thoroughly alone, she decided to stick to her plan. Reaching behind her waist, she unhooked her skirt, and grasped the zipper's pull. Despite a persistent trembling in her hands she quickly pulled the zipper down as far as it could go, feeling the snug skirt loosen. She let the waistband go, then let go of the pull; with her skirt now held up only by what little friction existed between her skirt and blouse, she gave the skirt a slight tug. The skirt slid easily down her stocking-clad legs; she stepped out of the pool of fabric at her feet, smoothed out the newly freed tails of her blouse, retrieved the skirt from the dusty pavement, folded it, and put it in her bag. Curious about what her somewhat diminished outfit must look like, Karen made a detour to the sidewalk of the shopping center, looking for a window to see a reflection of her current look. She found a doorway with a light shining down right in front of it, allowing her a good view of her current look. The blouse turned out to be nearly long enough to look like something an adventurous woman might wear to a club, but the stockings, with their exposed tops and straps hooked up to a garter belt made it clear that she was in fact only partially dressed. It occurred to her that she might actually look less scandalous without the stockings, and definitely less so without her garter belt and its dangling straps. A bench in front of the closed grocery store gave Karen a comfortable spot to ditch the stockings. She bent down and unhooked the straps on her heels and stepped out of them. She unhooked each strap on the garter belt and pulled it down past her butt, allowing it to settle on the sidewalk next to her heels. She sat down and began sliding the stockings down her thighs. She peeled her stockings off the way she imagined a stripper would do; she enjoyed the fantasy, taking her time rolling them off, imagining herself performing on a stage in a crowded club instead of at a deserted shopping center. After a minute or two to enjoy her unexpected stripper fantasy, she decided she should move on. She put her garter belt and stockings in her bag, amused and a little bit shaken to think that more of her outfit was now in the bag than was left on her body. She got her heels strapped on and headed for a spot she estimated was roughly three-quarters of the way along her route from the store to her truck. Despite now wearing a lot less than she'd started out in, Karen was feeling more comfortable than when she began this slow-motion striptease. Although looking pretty outrageous, she wasn't actually showing much more than some cleavage and a bit of leg. "Okay, maybe a lot of cleavage and definitely a lot of leg," she whispered to herself, "but I'm not showing anything you can't see in a PG movie." Reaching her chosen location, she set her bag down on the pavement. She began to get nervous again as she slid her hands under the hem of her blouse and found the waistband of her panties. Though the tails of her blouse were long enough to cover her ass and pussy, reducing her outfit to one slightly sheer blouse seemed a bit reckless; "and exciting," she said out loud. "So fucking exciting!" She paused, then pulled the lacy maroon panties slowly down, holding on to them until the tiny garment was well below the tails of her blouse, then letting go. Once the panties settled at her ankles, she kicked the skimpy piece of lace off her feet and placed it in her bag with practically everything else she'd worn to her dinner date a few hours ago. More than a little amazed that she was now strolling about in public wearing only a mostly unbuttoned blouse, Karen headed for her truck, planning on driving it to the store, where she'd get dressed. When she reached her truck she was still debating whether or not to give the cameras at the gas pumps, and therefore Alexa, a quick boob flash on her way into the store. She tossed her bag full of discarded clothing onto the passenger seat, climbed in, and started it up. She pulled out of her parking space and turned around to head to the convenience store. She only went a few car lengths before stopping. Despite being just one piece of clothing away from being completely naked in a decidedly inappropriate place, she couldn't shake the feeling that she had stopped too soon. Going any further would mean being naked in public, a scary proposition even if nobody else was there to see her. The problem was, her current look just didn't seem all that daring, more PG-13 than she was feeling. Looking herself over as well as she could while sitting in the driver's seat, it occurred to her that she hadn't been nearly as daring as she could have been; she thought nothing of showing more skin every time she went to a beach, even when wearing her coverup! "Hell, I've probably been more exposed than this at some office picnics," she grumbled. Despite all she'd already done, she felt like she wasn't exactly acting like she was committed. But oh, the alternative to stopping now! To go there by her own choice, she just wasn't sure she could do it, however much she wanted to. After at least five minutes quietly thinking in the privacy of the cab of her run-down pickup, she began talking to herself, saying, "I guess I do want to try, if only to find out if I can do something this scary. There may be a big gap between what I want to do and what I'm capable of, but I'll never know if I don't at least try." Her left hand was gripping the door handle already, as if it had known all along that she would be getting out here. She pulled the handle but didn't get out right away, pausing a moment to consult the small mirror on her visor. Checking this mirror was usually about whether her makeup was okay; this time she was looking herself in the eye as if to confirm she was up for this challenge. Karen opened the door and stepped out, closing the door gently behind her, as if a loud slam might draw unwanted attention. She walked slowly around her truck, studying her surroundings one more time. She belatedly realized that with her previous focus on her truck and the shopping center she'd completely ignored the apartment building across the road from this part of the parking lot! Half the three-story building's windows facing the street had lights on. "Okay, this has got to be a deal breaker, doesn't it?" she asked herself nervously. She stopped and leaned against the side of her truck, studying the building. "Karen, you can not seriously be thinking of stripping right here. Can you?" she whispered to herself. Karen noted that there were no doors facing the street, or more importantly, facing her. There was also no parking lot in sight, so she guessed cars and their occupants all came and went on the opposite side of the building. She saw most of the windows had curtains drawn, though a few had blinds raised. The important question was whether or not people living there would be likely to bother looking out at a usually empty parking lot and darkened storefronts. "Why would they? It's not like they'll be expecting to see a naked woman wandering around out here..." she said quietly, "I think it's okay." Her calm decision to continue was in sharp contrast to her shaky voice. Karen took a few wobbly steps away from the truck to avoid being tempted to hop back inside too quickly, then unfastened the three buttons holding her blouse mostly closed. She pulled the front wide open, exposing her breasts and pussy for the first time tonight. She felt her pulse racing as she pulled her left hand out of its sleeve, then somehow go even higher when her uncovered left hand pulled the blouse off her shoulder, down her arm, and finally off her right hand, removing the last bit of fabric from her body. "Holy crap, I really fucking did it! I'm naked!" she whispered to herself. She raised her hands high and twirled around a few times in celebration. She strutted back to the truck, opened the door and paused, trying to decide whether to put the blouse inside and get in herself, or put the blouse in and stay outside for a while. She stuffed the blouse in the bag with the rest of her date night outfit but didn't get into the truck. Karen continued warily looking around as she considered her options; call it a night and get dressed, or maybe just hang out for a few minutes and enjoy the warm breeze, or get in the truck and drive home this way? All her choices seemed insignificant when compared to the one she couldn't get out of her mind. Ever since she'd set out from the convenience store, she'd been unable to get the idea of making the return trip on foot and in the nude out of her thoughts. For a long time she doubted it would be possible, since she didn't expect to have the nerve to get naked at all. The moment she stripped off her blouse, her fantasy of risking the long walk all the way back with no way at all to cover up suddenly if the need arose seemed like a possibility. As much as the idea excited her, she was sure she'd quit before she got far; even if distant, the sound of a car starting, a door slamming, a dog barking, any sound at all to remind her there were other people in the world would doubtless send her scampering back to her truck and her bag full of clothes. Karen decided to quit while she was ahead, or at least unseen by the much worried about, so far theoretical random voyeur. She opened the truck's door and took a last look at the scene of her adventure, lingering as she looked wistfully at the convenience store off in the distance. She got in and reached to pull the door shut, then jumped out like something terrifying was in the truck with her, which in a way was true, but her fantasy was the thing frightening her, and it was still with her as she stood next to the open door. Not giving herself even a few seconds to come to her senses, she pressed a button on her key fob locking the doors, then tossed it on the driver's seat, and slammed the door shut! Her grimace as the door latched shut slowly morphed into a smile as she thought, "Okay, definitely committed now!" Even if she'd wanted one, with her spare key locked inside the truck, she had no other option but to go back to the store in the nude! She was glad she hadn't gotten around to replacing her spare key in its holder below her truck's bed after her experience being naked in public a few months ago. "Funny how that night having the key was critical, while tonight putting it out of reach has made things more...I'm not sure yet, but definitely exciting!" she said as she thought about her long trek back to the convenience store. Seeing her own reflection in the truck's window before beginning her long naked hike, she noticed she was still wearing her mask. She decided it was kind of silly to wear it while wearing absolutely nothing else above her ankles, so she left it behind, placing it under a wiper blade like some kind of parking ticket. Keenly aware of how exposed she would be during most of her jaunt, Karen decided to take advantage of the limited shelter available along the sidewalk in front of the stores; having a few planters, columns, trash receptacles, and the bench where she had stripped out of her stockings available to duck behind if need be seemed like a good idea, so she took the short detour. She looked inside the restaurant where she'd had dinner, trying to imagine what she'd have said if anyone had told her then what she'd be doing just outside a little bit later. She was enjoying the impossible idea of making this same trip, just as she was, when the restaurant was open, but was startled out of her latest fantasy by the sound of a car. It sounded close! She crouched down behind a large planter and listened as the sound grew steadily fainter, finally disappearing entirely. Her racing pulse during the minute she thought someone might come close enough to see her was to be expected, but the wetness she felt beginning was surprising. She stood up and continued walking down the sidewalk, passing a few small shops before coming to one with a recessed entrance and a light at the ceiling of the alcove. She couldn't resist pausing to have a look at her reflection, stepping into the pool of light near the door. She shuddered at seeing her naked body even dimly lit; in this light, the pink color of her areolas was close enough to the color of the breasts surrounding them to blend in, but the light was more than bright enough to reveal how stiff her nipples had become. She brushed them lightly with her fingertips, causing them to swell even more. Karen escalated her private show, squeezing her boobs and tugging at her nipples, aroused by both the increasingly intense physical sensations and the visual treat reflected in the glass door. Up until a year or so earlier, Karen had never been topless where she could have been seen by anyone except her ex-husband or one or two serious boyfriends, and even the members of that small club had never seen her completely naked out in the open as she was now. She would have laughed uproariously if anyone had suggested back then that she would someday not only choose to be nude in public but also get herself off where she could be seen; it just wouldn't have seemed possible, yet here she was, naked outside a dry-cleaning shop, eagerly fondling her boobs, with her left hand already having traced a line from her upper rib cage, down over her belly. Her wandering hand was now passing through her thin patch of dark brown pubes, only moments away from teasing her already wet pussy. By the time Karen felt her fingertips lightly graze her soft outer lips she was breathing hard, and was sure her knees were about to give out. She knew she had to stop, and did, reluctantly taking her hand away from her sex. She gently cupped her boobs and turned to continue her journey along the sidewalk. Less than 20 feet further along her route, she came upon the bench where she'd had so much fun peeling her stockings off. She immediately saw its potential as a place to carry on with the self-stimulation she'd been indulging in, but hesitated. Her playing with herself in the doorway had started almost accidentally, an outgrowth of the arousal brought on by seeing her reflection. Deciding to just take a seat and finger herself seemed somehow dirtier than doing the same thing because she had just been carried away. By the time she reached the bench, Karen's thoughts were a jumble of conflicting impulses and decades of messages about what a "nice" girl would or wouldn't do. She sat down and tried to make sense of how she felt. On one hand, she was almost desperate for the satisfaction she had felt herself heading towards a few minutes earlier, and nobody else was around to be offended. On the other hand, a lifetime of trying to be a respectable daughter, wife, or mother, combined with the dread of what people, particularly her daughter Brianna, would think if they somehow found out about her raunchy behavior. While trying to decide what to do, Karen was distracted by a purely technical question, wondering, "Is this bench even long enough for me to get comfortable on?" She tried to lie down but found the seating area way too short, and a little too narrow. She laughed at herself for indulging in the pointless debate when it seemed that the bench wasn't really suitable for masturbating anyway. "Unless," she thought, adjusting her position as she improvised, "If I slide my butt close to one end so my head has room at the other end, yeah, that's better. Then all I need to do is find a way to get my legs comfortable instead of being all scrunched up. Maybe if I let my left leg dangle off the cushion so that foot touches the ground, yeah, that feels okay, and if I can get my right foot and calf to drape over the back of the bench, wow, I think that could work!" She made a thorough check to confirm that her new position would allow both of her hands to reach everywhere they would need to, and found that she was able to reproduce, and even improve on, the feelings she'd been enjoying in front of the dry-cleaners. Before committing to an all-out attempt to have an orgasm she quickly settled her inner debate, deciding the lack of any witnesses trumped any worries, whispering hoarsely, "If a nice girl masturbates outside at a shopping center but there's no one there to see her, is she really being slutty?" Quickly progressing beyond the level of excitement she'd reached earlier, she spread her pussy's outer lips wide with her left hand, and began running one finger up and down her slick inner lips for a minute, then added a second finger. Her right hand kept busy caressing her breasts and gently tugging on her nipples. She began softly moaning as she penetrated deeper with both fingers and started to gently roll the heel of her hand over her clit. A few minutes of steadily intensifying pressure caused soft grunting to join her moaning just before a powerful orgasm enveloped her. She writhed on the bench but kept frigging herself, and was rewarded by a second, less strong but still very enjoyable orgasm flowing through her. She basked in a mellow glow, letting her eyes close briefly. Karen was startled back into consciousness by the crackle of a police radio, sounding very close. She also could make out voices, one male and one female, separate from the various voices coming from the radio. She also recognized the sound of a car idling, presumably a police car. She was relieved to see she had pulled both her legs onto the bench while she had been sleeping; she had to believe the sight of a woman's calf and foot wearing a high-heeled shoe draped over the back of the bench would have attracted some attention. She didn't dare peek over the back of the bench; the voices sounded close, and she didn't think knowing exactly where the cops were really would make any difference. All she could do was hunker down and wait, and maybe pray that they didn't come close enough to spot her. "I don't know, Jerry," Karen heard the woman say, "There's never anyone parked in this lot overnight, I think we should look around and check the doors of the stores." Sounding annoyed, the man replied, "Andrea, I've already looked up the plates, the truck is registered to one Karen Martanon, age 48, birthday yesterday. My guess is she had a little too much to drink and got a ride home. We've looked in the cab and bed, nothing looked suspicious. Besides, we haven't had any alarm activations reported here tonight. Let's move on." "Can we at least call Ms. Martanon to verify she's okay?" "Sure, Andrea, go ahead. I just texted you her number." "It's ringing," Andrea said moments later. "But I won't be answering, since my phone is back at the store." Karen thought, "I hope that doesn't make them suspicious enough to keep poking around here!" With nothing better to do than try to watch Karen's progress from her post at the convenience store, Alexa followed her new friend's progress as well as she could from so far away. She was fairly sure she had seen Karen get naked, but had lost track of her since then. At first, she thought she might have gone back into her truck, got dressed and fell asleep. When she saw the police car pull into the parking lot, park near Karen's truck, and watched the two cops look inside with flashlights that theory fell apart, they'd surely have done more than look inside the truck for a minute if Karen was inside, dressed or naked. But where was Karen if not in her truck? And wherever she was, had she put any clothing on before the police arrived? Alexa almost didn't respond when Karen's phone rang, thinking it none of her business who was calling her. Then, thinking perhaps Karen needed help and had somehow got hold of a phone but didn't know any number to call the store or Alexa directly. She scrambled to pull Karen's phone out of her purse and was shocked to see the number the call was coming from; she'd had to call police on some late-night drunk or shoplifter often enough that she recognized the number on Karen's phone as that of a female officer she'd seen several times, Andrea or Angela something, she thought. She wasn't sure she should pick up, but went ahead. "Hello?" Alexa answered tentatively. "Hello, Ms. Martanon, this is Officer Andrea Dudzynski with the Winchester police department. "Oh, Hello. What can I, why are you calling?" Alexa replied. "We're just checking in with you to be sure you're okay tonight, since your truck seems to have been abandoned." "They believe I'm her," Alexa thought, suppressing a chuckle. "Oh, the truck, yeah," Alexa said, then took a chance on just making shit up, saying, "I had a little too much wine at dinner and decided taking an Uber home was in order." "Oh, okay then, sorry to have disturbed you so late, Thanks for being responsible, have a good night." "No problem, good night." Alexa signed off, ending the call. A minute later she was relieved to see the patrol car move on to deal with whatever mayhem was happening somewhere else in town. Karen was baffled when the female officer seemed to be having a conversation with someone using her phone, then realized Alexa must have answered on her behalf. As soon as the sound of the departing patrol car had faded, she hopped off the bench and began walking briskly towards the convenience store. She covered the 100 yards between the bench and the door of the convenience store faster than she would have believed possible in her heels, not breaking stride as she passed Alexa, who was leaning on the door to hold it open and was clapping loudly, shouting, "Awesome job. Fucking amazing!" The two women told each other their side of Karen's adventure; Alexa was surprised at all Karen had done, and even more amazed that Karen left out nothing! The effect of hearing Karen tell her about her session on the bench shocked her even more; she felt herself blushing and her pulse racing as if she was the one who had been stripping and masturbating! After a solid 15 minutes of comparing notes, Alexa offered Karen another single-serve champagne bottle, "To celebrate!" Karen shook her head, saying, "Maybe later, first I think it's time for me to get some clothes on! Please tell me you sell t-shirts or something I can wear back to my clothing in the truck?" Alexa shook her head, "Sorry, we've got nothing like that at all. We used to have uniforms which covered enough to get by, but they got rid of those and now all we have are these aprons." Karen looked at Alexa's apron, a nondescript brown polyester square, tied around her waist, covering her legs down to about midway between her knees and ankles. "Maybe..." she started before Alexa interrupted her. "If we tie it on so the top edge was just above your boobs, it might be long enough to cover your.." "Pussy," Karen said, finishing Alexa's sentence, "That still leaves my butt hanging out, but beggars can't be choosers. Let's try it." In less than a minute Alexa had her apron off and tied it on with a bow just below Karen's shoulder blades. "I know you're eager to get to your truck, but I wouldn't recommend running, or even jogging in this thing. The fabric is kind of slippery and I'm no expert at tying knots." "Thanks. It's better than nothing. I've had enough nothing for one night." Karen chuckled. Karen pulled her key chain out of her purse and paused briefly to check out her reflection, turning around to see what this improvised outfit looked like from all angles. Always convinced that her ass was her worst feature, she wished it could have been covered too, but the apron could only cover so much territory. She headed outside, weaving her way through the gas pumps. Walking slowly and carefully, Karen thought about her night's adventure. While she was relieved that the only people who'd come close to seeing her in the nude, the police, hadn't, she couldn't help wondering what it would have felt like to intentionally allow herself to be seen naked. "I can't believe I'm feeling disappointed by NOT having some stranger see me naked. Why couldn't I have had some less risky mid-life crisis?" she said to herself, chuckling at her unexpected regret. Now nearly a third of the way through the hike back to her truck, she figured if this strange urge persisted she could always deal with it at some other time and place. Lost in her thoughts, she didn't notice a change to her surroundings, a school bus parked on the street next to the parking lot. It had arrived when she was in the store talking with Alexa, and without the engine running or lights on had escaped Karen's notice. Alerted to Alexa's presence by one of his passengers, the driver silently gave thanks that he had picked this particular time and place to pull over and look up the addresses of the next few passengers he needed to drop off. Shortly after she walked by the driveway connecting the street to the parking lot, Karen couldn't help noticing the bus, as its engine rumbled to life, its headlights came on and it began to roll. She focused on it and seeing several shadowy faces at the windows briefly panicked, afraid she might have shown her naked ass to a busload of school kids. It took her a few more seconds to notice the bus had a paint job no school district would ever have approved, featuring a scantily clad model and the name of a local strip club! She realized she was seeing some kind of party bus, most likely heading to or from somebody's bachelor party. A few seconds later it became obvious that the party had also noticed her, as several windows slid open, releasing a torrent of howls, cheers, and whistles. There was another clue that the howling was focused on her; the bus pulled into the lot and turned to follow her, creeping along 30 feet or so behind her at the speed she was walking. She was tempted to make a run for her truck, but worried the apron might fall off entirely. "Besides," she thought, "they're staying back a fair distance, not crowding me." She kept walking towards her truck, feeling her pulse skip a beat or two when a voice came over a speaker on the bus, saying, "Don't worry, Miss, nobody is going to bother you. The guys just wanted to have a closer look, and I did too. Nobody will be getting out of the bus, I'm not even going to open the door; my boss would kill me if I let these guys cause any trouble." Karen felt her heart skip a beat. She had been wanting to find out what it would feel like to choose to strip naked in front of some strangers. This might be as good an opportunity as she'd ever have. She decided to test their willingness to follow her lead, turning to face the bus and motioning for it to stop. It did, keeping its distance. She turned around and began walking again, keenly aware that other than the bow Alexa had tied the apron strings in, seen from behind she was already naked! She motioned for the bus to resume following her. Shivering as she said it, she told herself, "If they follow my directions one more time, I'm really gonna do it!" She walked on, looking over her shoulder once to confirm the driver wasn't trying to sneak closer. He wasn't. Nearing her truck, she turned again to face the bus and motioned one more time for it to stop. It did! She gave the driver a smile and a thumbs-up sign. She was shaking like crazy but felt strangely calm as she brought her right hand behind her back to search for the ends of the bow Alexa had tied. She found one and pulled on it, separating the two straps. Her breathing grew ragged as she felt the apron slowly slipping off her boobs and saw it fall to the ground at her feet. She felt like every nerve ending in her body was firing at the same time, and felt woozy for a moment but kept her balance, smiled, raised both her arms high in celebration, then took a bow! The driver flashed the headlights off and on a few times and she heard at least a dozen men howling their approval from inside the bus. Karen took a couple more bows and blew the occupants of the bus a kiss. She heard the driver through the speaker, shouting to be heard above the racket inside the bus, "Lady, you rock!" She worried a bit that all the noise coming from the bus would draw the attention of the apartment dwellers across the street, but the raucous cheering, whistling, and raunchy flattery being shouted to her was exactly what her bruised ego needed. A few hours earlier she'd been a jilted middle-aged woman, stood up and dining alone on her birthday. She had transformed herself into some kind of object of desire for a busload of guys, most of them probably close to her daughter's age! She wasn't sure what else there was for her to do, with nothing left to reveal; though she was enjoying basking in the adulation, and didn't want it to end just yet, she definitely didn't want this encounter to escalate into actual sex. She had a sudden inspiration, and trotted over to the bus driver's window to make a request. "Do you think one of your guys would be interested in helping me get dressed? It's been a long night and I'm pretty tired, so having someone help me might be nice. Just to be clear, I'm not talking about sex, just a chance to help a gal get back into her clothes," she asked. "Oh, I think we can find you a volunteer," chucked the driver, "I'll send you your assistant in a minute." Karen shuddered as she left the bus and headed for her truck. She retrieved her mask and put it on, then opened the door, took her bag of clothing out, and went back to the truck's tailgate. The tailgate was permanently locked in the down position these days, one of many dysfunctional parts of the 20 year-old vehicle. Karen didn't really need a pickup truck, but it had been the only thing of value she'd managed to get from her ex-husband when they divorced 15 years ago, and it still got her where she needed to go, so she hung on to it. Tonight it was about to serve as the stage for a sort of reverse striptease. Karen greeted her assistant, who introduced himself as Kevin; he looked like he was probably one of the older members of the party, in his mid-thirties, she guessed. He was already waiting by the back of the truck. She ignored the hand he had extended to shake hers, choosing instead to greet him with a tight hug. She whispered in his ear, "As I told the driver, I don't want to have anything like sex here, but it probably wouldn't even be possible for you to dress me without a certain amount of contact. As long as it's not excessive, I promise not to complain! Do we understand each other?" He nodded his head and finally returned the hug, letting one hand rest on her lower back, barely above her ass. "Excellent," she said, "Can you give me a hand getting up on the bed?" Kevin bent down and locked his fingers together for her to step up. She climbed up on the bed and motioned for the driver to bring the bus closer; he wasted no time, pulling the bus behind her truck, the side of the bus only a foot or two away from the truck's tailgate. Kevin joined Karen at the front of the bed. She was leaning back against the back of the cab, holding one high-heeled foot out for Kevin; he was baffled at first, thinking he was supposed to be putting things ON Karen, not taking them off. When he saw Karen fish her stockings out of the bag, he understood what needed to be done, asking, "I get it, shoes off, then stockings on. Then shoes back on, right?" Karen smiled and nodded. He clumsily unbuckled the shoe and slipped it off, and she offered him her other foot. He did far better with the second shoe, cradling her calf as he unbuckled the shoe and giving both her calf and foot a brief massage before letting the foot go. "Mmmmn, nice,"she murmured. She shivered slightly as she realized she hadn't been completely naked before, but now, finally, was. "It's not like the shoes were providing any cover, but having the last bit of my outfit removed by some guy I met about a minute ago, with all his friends so near, watching me...so intense," she thought. She handed Kevin her garter belt, but he clearly had no clue, so she pulled it on herself and handed him one of her stockings. He slipped it over her toes, straightened it up, and slid it up her calf, over her knee, and to its end, most of the way up her thigh. It took him a minute to figure out how the straps dangling from the belt attached to the stocking, but she enjoyed his hands roaming around her upper thighs as he worked it out. As with her shoes, he did much better with his second effort, getting the stocking clipped in place a bit more quickly, but managed to work in a gentle squeeze of her adjacent ass cheek! Karen blushed as he took her panties from her, thinking she couldn't remember any of the handful of men she'd been with ever helping her get into her panties; they typically focused on getting them off her as quickly as possible. She lifted one foot at a time and felt Kevin working the lacy maroon panties up her legs, sliding easily over her stockings. She wasn't sure at first if the slightly twisted way he pulled the panties up was accidental or intentional, but the way he went about straightening them at her pussy left no doubt. After much more time than necessary to adjust the garment, he settled the panties in place and pulled his hand away. Getting her bra on was less memorable than having her stockings and panties put on had been, though Kevin did manage to cup her breasts and massage her nipples through her bra's cups. Karen would have been fine with Kevin spending more time on this part of his task, enjoying having him put her bra on from behind her since this gave her audience first an unobstructed view of her naked boobs and then the sight of Kevin massaging them through the lacy fabric. Donning her skirt and blouse was less interesting to her audience than any of the steps leading up to this point, though some gratuitous but pleasant fondling of her breasts while buttoning up her blouse and massaging of her ass through her skirt while zipping it up made for a fine ending to this part of Karen's adventure, both for her dresser and her. "Thanks for all your help," Karen said to Kevin, pulling her mask down to give him a light peck on the cheek. Turning towards the bus, she added, "And thank your friends for giving my self-esteem a boost. Have a good night!" Kevin helped her down from the tailgate, then climbed aboard the bus. The bus pulled away and Karen got into her truck, taking some time to review the last ten minutes before driving the short distance back to the convenience store. "Wow. Just wow..." said Alexa when Karen joined her in the store, "You were too far away for me to see much detail, but it looked like you got that audience you were wondering about!" "I definitely did, somewhere around a dozen very enthusiastic young men," Karen said, going on to describe the audience participation part of her adventure to a stunned Alexa. Karen was just wrapping up her tale when she heard her phone alert her to an incoming text. Seeing the short message, "Call me!" was from her daughter, she said goodbye to Alexa and went out to her truck to call Brianna. "What's going on, is everything okay?" Karen asked when Brianna answered. "I was going to ask you the same thing, that voicemail you left me when you were at the restaurant sounded like you were really upset. I'm sorry I didn't notice it sooner, I was out with a couple of friends." "I was upset then, thanks for checking in, but it's really no big deal," Karen replied. She told Brianna about her latest dating fiasco, then joked, "And what does your husband think about his wife being out so late?" "Andy can't really object, since he only made it home himself a few minutes ago. He went out hours ago with a bunch of guys from his office who were having a bachelor party for his buddy Kevin," Brianna replied. Karen was glad this wasn't a video call, so she didn't have to explain the look of utter panic on her face! After a few seconds, she realized Brianna must not have heard about her naked show for the bachelor party bus, or at least not about the identity of the unexpected stripper. She was sure the tone of the conversation would have been very, very different if Andy had told Brianna even a little of how her Mom had been spending her Friday night! "So, did Andy tell you what they'd been getting up to?" Karen asked, working hard at sounding nonchalant. "Andy was so loaded he needed a couple of his friends just to get him from the bus they rented for the party to our door. I had them set him down on our couch. Even if he was willing to tell me about his big night out, I doubt he'd be able to remember much. His friend Kevin said Andy passed out so early he missed the highlight of the evening, apparently some kind of surprise extra stripper." "I think I'm happier not knowing what they would consider the highlight to be," Karen said, breathing a sigh of relief.

Kelly's Surprise Party by MissAriel A/N: This is a cute, silly story I wrote for BP, and she's given me her blessing to share it. :) ***** Part 1 K: Oh hey, TYLER. I wasn't expecting to see you here today. Oh, and Jennifer, too? Wow. I'm a little surprised, but I'm really glad to see you guys. J: Hey Kelly. :) Good to see you, too. T: Hey princess, how are you feeling today? K: Honestly? I'm a little stressed. Final exams are next week and it's overwhelming. Kind of glad you guys came by. I need a break from studying. J: I hear you, girl. I'm the treasurer of the I hate school club. I mean, seriously, when in the real world am I ever going to need to know things like chemistry or math or history... Or like, the entire English language? K: Like every day of your life? ? J: But seriously, Kelly, I have to tell you the truth. We didn't just randomly stop by. Tyler and I came over with a plan. K: A plan....? J: A plan to cheer you up! No more thinking about exams. You can consider the E word banned. The next hour is all about Kelly, got it? T: That's right, princess. We are not leaving until I see a genuine smile. And believe me, we are relentless. K: Oh, you guys... that's so sweet. J: Which is why Tyler and I decided it's time to throw you a tickle party ??? K: A TICKLE PARTY? T&J: Surprise! J: Time to get naked, Kelly. Tyler, grab the rope. Don't worry, by the time we're done, you won't even remember what school you go to. K: NAKED? T: Well, you can't have a naked tickling party with your clothes on, princess. ? J: Oh, Tyler, this is exciting. I've never gotten to see Kelly naked before. K: ? T: Yeah, because you just can't seem to keep your clothes on around her. J: Shut up, Tyler!!! ? But also... fair. KELLY, why are your clothes still on? K: Um, you guys, I'm not in, sure that a uh, naked tickling party is totally, like um, necessary, you know? I'm already happy just seeing you, you know? J: Tyler can help you get naked if you're feeling shy ? K: ??? T: Don't worry, Kelly, we both know you love being tickled. You don't have to pretend. I promise we won't leave until you've had the most thorough tickling that Jennifer and I can provide. J: And I'm a very thorough tickler. I learned from you, after all. ? K: Fuck. Part 2 K: Now hold on a minute, Tyler. You, okay, maybe, but I'm not sure Jennifer needs to see me naked... T: Jennifer doesn't mind. Jennifer, do you mind seeing Kelly naked? J: No. I would love to. T: See, she doesn't mind. Let's get that tank top off. J: Oooh, very nice. Nike sports bra. I bet you've been working out. Good thing we came over to relieve some of that tension. I know some great techniques for, uh, loosening up your muscles. ? T: I don't think you need these shorts to attend a naked tickling party. Don't worry, they'll be safe right over here. J: Off, off, off. Everything off! ? Wow, girl, I love your panties. So cute! ? K: ? T: Now Kelly, no covering. Jennifer and I both think your underwear is adorable. J: You know, I've been DYING to see what you've been hiding under those sports bras. T: Oh, you're in for a treat, Jennifer. Seriously. She has the most beautiful breasts. Words can't do them justice. Arms up, Kelly! J: Yeah, arms up. Off, off, off! :D It'll only get in the way. We want to see your bazoombas jiggle when you squirm. T: Plus, they'd get in the way when Jennifer teases your nipples. K: TEASING MY NIPPLES? J: HOLY. SHIT. Girl, you're stacked! K: Um, they're not that big.... T: Kelly, no covering! Arms down to your sides. There's no point in taking off your clothes if you're going to cover everything up. K: TYLER! J: Wow, they're bigger than mine, that's for sure! T: That's also true. J: Hush, Tyler!!! ? K: Okay, okay, ha, ha, you guys got me down to my underwear. Very funny. J: Time to lose those panties! K: Wait, wait! Listen, you don't really want to take off my panties, do you? Weren't you guys just saying how cute they are? I look better with them on, don't you think? J: Hmm, I'm not sure. What do you think Tyler? T: I don't think that's a good idea. J: You heard Tyler. It's not a good idea. K: ? T: That's my girl, let's get those panties off. You're all naked and ready to be tied up now. ? J: Wow. Your butt looks amazing, Kelly! Oh, Tyler, I want to touch her butt. K: There will be no butt touching! J: Can we tie her up face-down? T: No, Jennifer. Kelly would never forgive us if we did that. K: THANK YOU for being the voice of reason, Tyler. T: She has to be face up so you can tease her nipples. Kelly loves it when we touch her nipples. She'd be cross with us if we tied her up face-down. Right, Kelly? K: TYLER!!! J: Oh, okay. Well, this is Kelly's day. If it's important that I tease her nipples, then I'll give those cute pink areolas the best teasing they've ever had. All right, Kelly, let's get you on the bed. Oh, Kelly, how many times do I have to tell you? No covering! T: She's right, Kelly. Let me work on those restraints to help you with that. J: Kelly, gotta be honest, girl. You have no idea how many times I've wanted to cop a feel. If only you knew how disappointed I was when you checkmated me in that chess game... T: She did a lot more than checkmate you as I recall. J: SHUT! UP! TYLER! ? T: Hey Jennifer. J: What's up, Tyler? T: Since this day is all about Kelly, don't you think you should be naked, too? J: Um... NO? T: Kelly, would it make you happy if Jennifer was naked? K: Oh yes, Tyler. It would make me extremely happy. I think I just smiled for the first time today. T: See, Kelly doesn't mind, Jennifer. She says it will make her happy. And didn't you say earlier that you would do anything to cheer her up? J: I mean, yes, but um... I don't think I need to get naked. She already seems pretty happy, doesn't she? K: Actually, if you don't get naked, I feel I may never be happy again. ? T: Oh wow, Jennifer. You made Kelly cry! We're here to cheer her up, aren't we? J: Seriously? T: Jennifer, can you really live with yourself if you ruin Kelly's party? K: Yeah, Jennifer, can you? J: HOW DO I ALWAYS END UP NAKED EVERY FUCKING TIME! K: Damn. This might just be the best day I've had all year. T: That's what we're here for, princess. K: Oh Tyler, she's covering. Make her stop! T: Come on, Jennifer. Stop upsetting Kelly! Arms down! J: How does this always fucking happen? We came here to get KELLY naked, to tie KELLY to the bed, and somehow, some way, I still end up fucking naked and humiliated. K: Funny how that always seems to happen to you whenever we hang out. J: Hilarious. T: Let's get this tickle party started. J: Finally, Tyler, you have a GOOD idea. T: All my ideas are good ? K: I don't think it's a good idea. J: You're right. It's a GREAT idea. ? T: How are the restraints, Kelly? I'm going for tight, but comfortable. K: I think they could be a little looser, actually. T: Oh, Kelly, you've tried that one before. But I have the memory of an elephant, and an elephant never forgets. J: I bet she wants to wriggle free and try to escape! T: Oh, definitely. She's done it before. She's crafty like that. K: Would that be so bad? T&J: YES! K: Okay, okay. It was just a question, jeez. Tough room... J: I have a better idea. Tyler grabs the toothbrush while I start teasing your nipples. Do you like that idea, Kelly? K: NO! J: Tyler, you know her better than I do. Is that a "no, I don't want that," or a "no, I'm pretending I don't want it because it makes me horny, but please show me no mercy? T: Definitely the latter. Don't worry, Jennifer, she knows the safe word. The truth is, Kelly loves to squirm and pretend she hates being tickled. It really gets her hot. The only thing she loves more than pretending to hate being tickled is actually getting tickled. That, and having her nipples teased, so please, let her nipples have it, okay? K: Fuck. J: Oh, wow, your breasts are even softer than I imagined. I think I'm in heaven. K: First time touching a boob, Jennifer? J: Nope. Just the first time touching YOUR boob, Kelly. K: Okay, Jennifer, get it out out your system, because when Tyler goes home, we're going to spend some quality time together. J: Kelly, just try to focus on the present, okay? Do you like having your nipples licked? K: NO! J: It tastes like strawberries. K: JENNIFER!!! T: What do you say we start with your feet? I could start with my fingers... goochy goochy goo, this little piggy went to market.... K: HAHAHAHAHA, OH MY GOD TYLER THAT TICKLES. J: Such cute little pink nipples. Do you like it when I flick them with my thumb like this, Kelly? K: HA, NO, HAHAHA, I, HAHA, DON'T! J: She loves it, Tyler! T: She does, Jennifer, she does! J: Wow, Kelly, I had no idea you had such a hot body under all those clothes. To think that Tyler has been keeping him to yourself for all this time. T: Yeah, she hides it well under those sports bras and loose tank tops. I had the same reaction. K: I'll say you did. You should've seen his boner. T: Aaaaand on that note, I think we can move on to the toothbrush now. BZZZZZT. K: OH. MY. GOD. J: Hey, Kelly, do you like it when I shove my tits in your face? Like this? What if I rub my nipple across your cheek? Do you like that, Kelly? Does it make you horny? Poor Kelly. No orgasms for you. No, Tyler and I agreed, no touching the kitty. Not until you've been thoroughly tickled. K: HAHA, JENNIFER, HAHAHA, YOU'RE, HAHA, GOING, HAHAHA, TO, HAHAHA, REGRET, HAHAHA, THIS! J: (whispering) I know, but at least for the next hour, you're my little tickle toy, okay? K: YOU, HAHAHA, WISH, HAHAHA, JENNIFER! T: BZZZZT. Wow, Jennifer, you weren't kidding about the toothbrush. J: It's amazing, right? T: You got it down to the last detail. You must have been talking from personal experience, huh? J: Shut. Up. Tyler. K: No, keep going, Tyler. I love that memory! Remember? When you came over and I said, Tyler, guess what? Jennifer just agreed to strip for me on demand for the next 30 days. Want to see? J: KELLY!!! T: Yeah, it's all coming back to me now. Jennifer was super reluctant and shy, right? K: Yeah! And then she begged me not to strip her. And I was just like, well, okay, but only if you kiss me. T: Oh yeah, holy shit. I remember. And Jennifer was about to do it, she wrapped her arms around you and leaned in, but then she was all like, "never gonna happen." That was ice cold, Jennifer. K: Yeah, but we all know she regretted that one. Remember how she was begging for forgiveness only 15 minutes later? J: TYLER, AREN'T YOU SUPPOSED TO BE TICKLING KELLY RIGHT NOW? YOU AGREED TO PRETEND THAT NIGHT NEVER HAPPENED! T: Yeah, I remember. You like, strapped her down. Oh, man, that was so funny. You were just like, oh, you're so ticklish, Jennifer, maybe I don't even need my toys. And Jennifer had this look of relief on her face. Like okay, this isn't so bad. And then you just let her have it. What the hell, let's use the toothbrush anyway, BZZZT! Right into her underarms! K: Oh my gosh, you should have seen the look on your face, Jennifer! Even compared to Tyler tickling me right now, I dont think I ever laughed so hard. T: It really was a funny look. J: TYLER. TICKLE. PARTY. FOCUS! K: Tyler, do you remember when we went to that party with all my friends a few weeks later, and I was just like, strip girl! T: Oh, man, yeah, how could I forget? K: She was just like, but Kelly, there's so many people. And some of them are in my class. J: Okay, story time is OVER. Tyler, hand me that toothbrush. BZZZZTTTTTTT. Are you ticklish on your ribs? How about your nipples? Oh, yeah, that's the spot, isn't it, Kelly? K: EEEEEEEEEEEYA! T: Jennifer, I can tell Kelly is pretty horny. Do you think maybe I should bring out the magic wand? J: An excellent idea, Tyler. K: THE MAGIC WAND? J: But remember, go around her kitty, not on it. We have a lot more tickling to do before she gets to come. K: YOU'RE, HAHAHA, GOING, HAHAHA, TO, HAHAHA, EDGE, HAHAHA, ME? J: I learned from the best. :) T: It's true. I was there. J: TYLER!!! T: What? Why do you keep yelling my name like that? J: Because you keep forgetting that today is about KELLY! K: But it's about you, too, Jennifer. Remember, you're naked! J: SHUT UP, KELLY!!! K: Just saying. Also, you know better than to tell me to shut up. Apologize. J: ...Sorry, Kelly. K: Good girl. J: I wonder what this button does. Ooooh, it makes it go faster. T: Around her thighs and on her navel like this, Jennifer? J: That's just right, Tyler. K: Stop trying to edge me, you two. It's not... going to... work.... FUCK! T: You're right. It's driving her crazy. Look at how her legs quiver when I put it on her thigh. See? It quivers! J: Adorable. Hey, I wonder if your ass is ticklish, Kelly. Let's find out! K: IT'S NOT! J: That sounded like an enthusiastic yes to me. Did it sound like that to you, Tyler? T: Definitely. J: Even Tyler agrees. You must be pretty ticklish there. BZZZZT! Oh, this IS really fun. I always wondered why you had so many electric toothbrushes in your bathroom, but I get it now, Kelly. K: I only have three! T: It is a lot of toothbrushes for one person, Kelly. J: Agreed. T: Jennifer, don't forget to tease her nipples with the toothbrush. She really loves that. K: NO, I DON'T! J: You're so weird, Kelly. Every time you say no, it sounds like yes. T: I think pretending that she doesn't want it makes it even hotter for her. J: Oh, yeah, you're right. Wow, I don't know why I was bothering tickling her ass. Her nipples are definitely the spot. BZZZZT. Hey Kelly, would you like it if I rubbed my nipples onto yours? Feels good, doesn't it? T: Jennifer, I think we're almost ready. The towel is getting soaked. J: Not yet, Tyler. T: Why not? K: Yeah, why not!? J: Because she has to beg for it first. :D K: :shock: :o T: Oh yeah, that's right. Kelly loves begging. I think she likes to do that more than the climax itself. K: NO, I DEFINITELY PREFER THE CLIMAX! J: It's okay, Kelly. I can rub my breasts against yours until you're ready to beg for relief. How long will she last, do you think, Tyler? T: A minute, tops. 23 seconds later... K: I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE. I NEED YOUR DICK, TYLER! J: Say please! K: Jennifer, I swear to God, if Tyler's dick isn't inside me in the next ten seconds, you won't remember what school you go to, because there will be nothing left. J: Kelly, you're the one tied up! Where do you get off ordering me around like this? K: Seven, six, five, four... J: Tyler, WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR? T: Honestly, I kind of want to see what Kelly is going to do to you. J: ARE YOU KIDDING ME? K: Three.... two.... It's at this moment that Jennifer unzips Tyler's pants, grabs his dick, and inserts it in Kelly's pussy. T: Wow, Kelly has seriously got you whipped. K: You know it, baby. J: Can you please take a moment remember that this is KELLY's naked tickle party? K: Actually, I'm kind of okay with the torture Jennifer party. :twisted: T: That could be fun. :D J: That's a terrible idea. :x K: No, it's a great idea! ;) J: TYLER! Can you please just fuck her already? T: Ready princess? K: Oh, Tyler. J: I love the taste of strawberries. K: My nipples do not taste like strawberries, Jennifer! J: How would you know? K: Okay, that's actually a good point... But it's still not true! J: Tyler, don't you think they taste like strawberries? K: Think very carefully about how you answer that, Tyler!!! T: They taste like Kelly's nipples. J: Coward. K: Oh Tyler!! Don't stop. :D T: Kelly, I wish you could know how good this feels. J: Tyler, pretty sure she knows. ;) T: Yeah, but from like, my side. J: Oh, I love that face you're making, Kelly. But I'm not sure if you're making it because of Tyler's dick or because I'm sucking your nipples. Can I just stare at you until I figure it out? K: Holy fuck... too... much.... I'm going to explode... J: TYLER, STOP! K&T: WHY? J: She's going to come! You know she can't come yet. K: Why not? ? J: Because her party isn't over yet. T: You're right, Jennifer. Sorry, I got caught up in the moment. You have no idea how good it feels to be inside her. K: Uh, yeah, Tyler, about that... J: MOVING ON. K: Tyler, don't listen to her. I want you to fuck me. T: No can do, princess. Jennifer, get the blindfold while I tie her hands behind her back. K: :o J: Oh, fuck yeah. You're going to love this, Kelly. K: For some reason, every time you say that, something terrible happens. J: You know you love it. K: Hey, Tyler, want me to tell you about the time I DPed Jennifer? J: OKAY, about that blindfold. T: What's DP mean? K: It means -- J: KELLY! K: Strip on demand. One week. No complaining. I mean it! J: DONE! T: You're not going to tell me, are you? K: Sorry. My lips are sealed. J: Why does this keep happening to me? K: You know you love it. J: That's my line! T: All right, princess, let's get you blindfolded. I've got a surprise. A really big surprise. J: Not sure four inches counts as big... :lol: K: DP, Jennifer. :x J: An absolutely MASSIVE surprise. T: Say ahh, Kelly. K: Mmmph. J: Hey, Kelly? K: Mmmph? J: Say mmmph if you love sucking cock. K: MMMPH!! J: I'm probably going to regret that later. T: Definitely. K: Mmmph! J: She can't even see anything. The only thing she can do is feel your massive boner in her mouth. How embarrassing. K: MMMPH MMMPH MMMPH! T: Wow, I think she loves this. J: Must be driving her absolutely wild that we're still not going to let her orgasm. Say mmmph if you wanna come, Kelly! K: MMMMMMMPH!!!! T: Jennifer, you're having just a little too much fun telling that joke. J: It's a story for another time. T: Oh, God, Kelly. I think I'm gonna blow my load if you keep doing that thing with your tongue. K: Mmmmph..... J: Oh wow, I bet she swallows. T: You bet she does. J: Never took you for a cum swallower, Kelly. T: Jennifer, I really think you shouldn't have said that. J: Why? T: You'll find out. J: Ooooh, there he blows. You love cum, don't you, Kelly? T: Ah..... K: JENNIFER! J: Anyways, moving on. Time for the main event of the evening! T: Awesome! I've always had a fantasy about watching something like this. K: What's going on? What are you guys doing? J: Help me get this on, Tyler. T: Sure. There you go. K: HELLO? What are you doing, Jennifer? T: Holy shit, this is so hot. J: It's another surprise, Kelly. K: I THINK I'VE HAD ENOUGH SURPRISES! T: So hot. K: whaa.... Holy shit :o This is too big to be Tyler... T: Hey! :oops: J: Guess what, Kelly? This is the last day you can ever say you've never been fucked by a girl. SURPRISE! K: Jennifer, are you seriously fucking me with a strap-on? J: Guilty. T: Your favorite, princess. The big purple one. K: That's my favorite toy for masturbating, WHICH IS NOT THE SAME THING! J: Don't get hung up on the details. Does getting fucked by a hot girl turn you on? K: NO! T: Oh yeah, she's making her happy face. K: NO THIS IS MY JENNIFER IS SO FUCKED WHEN YOU UNTIE ME FACE T: I think that's Kelly's way of saying it feels good, Jennifer. J: Tyler, can you untie her hands? T: Certainly! K: Can we take the blindfold off instead? T: Seriously, if only you could see this, Kelly. Most guys only dream about moments like this. K: I would love to be able to see. But, hello, blindfold? Take it off, Tyler! J: Don't you touch that blindfold. :evil: T: Sorry, Kelly. Jennifer told me not to. K: Since when does Jennifer's opinion matter? J: Hey! K: Just saying. J: Kelly? K: What? J: Shhh... No more talking. It's Kelly gets fucked time, okay? Give me your hands. They belong...right... here... K: Oooh... Soft...and perky.... J: Feel free to give them a good squeeze. T: I think my refractory period is over. J: Wow, that didn't take long, Tyler. T: Haha, yeah... K: I want to see! J: Shhh.... It's quiet time, Kelly. K: *Slap* T: Holy shit, Kelly, did you just slap Jennifer's ass? J: Kelly! K: Jennifer, it's cute when you try to dom me, but I think we both know who wears the pants in this relationship. T: Uhhh... Neither of you? :lol: K: *slap slap slap* Faster, Jennifer. I'm not going to orgasm if you don't start performing better. J: Owie owie owie! You're the one tied up getting fucked, Kelly! K: Doesn't sound like it to me. Does it sound like it to you, Tyler? T: Nope. I think you're right, Kelly. It sounds like you're fucking Jennifer. J: Waaaahhh!! K: Holy.... fuck... J: Oh, that's the spot. K: Faster! *slap* Be a good girl. J: This is so embarrassing! No fair, Kelly! I'm supposed to be fucking you ? K: Jennifer, you're a sub. Just accept it. *Slap* Great ass, though. T: So whipped, Jennifer. K: I know, right? T: Keep going, Jennifer, I think she's almost there. K: Aaaaaahhhh....... T: That's my princess. Let it all out. Oh wow, I think you gave her a good one, Jennifer. See how she's shaking and suddenly out of breath? And how she stopped making fun of you? There's no mistaking it. My princess has come at last. J: Somehow, I don't feel encouraged that her not making fun of me is a sign of an orgasm. T: We can't all be doms, Jennifer. J: Um, Kelly? K: Jennifer? J: ...could you stop squeezing my ass so hard? K: You love it. T: She does! J: No, seriously, Kelly! If you keep doing that, I think I'm going...to... Come... Oh.... I'm almost there.... Holy shit... K: STOP! J: What? T: She's right, Jennifer, you have to stop. J: Wait, why? I'm almost there! K: No coming, Jennifer! J: Why not? T: Because we're not done yet. J: Not done yet? T: Yeah, we need to untie Kelly. K: I agree with Tyler. J: Okay... I'm a little confused. T: So, Jennifer, I have one more surprise that I might have forgotten to mention. K&J: What's that? T: We're going to tie you up now, Jennifer. :D K: Yes!! That makes me so happy, Tyler! :D J: Wait, what? That wasn't part of the plan! YOU FORGOT TO MENTION IT? :x T: Jennifer, you wouldn't want to make Kelly sad at her own tickle party, would you? K: Yeah, you don't want to make me sad, do you, Jennifer? J: You've got to be fucking kidding me. K: I want to tie her arms to the ceiling, Tyler. Can we do that? T: Of course, princess. J: Don't I get a say in this!? T&K: NO! K: Hey Jennifer. J: WHAT? K: Remember when you called me a cum swallower and said I love cum? J: Actually, uh, no, I don't recall that. K: Or when you said, if you want to orgasm, say mmph? J: I definitely don't think I would say something like that. Are you sure that wasn't Tyler? T: Kelly knows I'd never say something like that. K: It's okay, Jennifer. J: Um, it is? K: I'm going to refresh your memory :D T: I did warn you, Jennifer. J: Says the guy that FORGOT TO MENTION that he was going to tie me up naked! T: Yeah, okay, fair. K: Oh, this is going to be fun. Part 5 T: Don't be mad, Jennifer. It's only fair. Kelly got tied up. Don't you want it to be fair? K: Yeah, don't you want it to be fair, Jennifer? J: It doesn't feel very fair from my perspective. Hey, Tyler, what do you say you let my arms down and we'll call it even? T: Yeah, not a chance. K: Don't worry, Jennifer. I'm only going to do to you what you did to me. You've got nothing to worry about. ? J: It wasn't even my idea! It was Tyler's! I was just doing what he said. T: Yeah, fair, it was mostly my idea. Except the toothbrush thing. And the strap-on thing. And the blindfold thing.... And the nipple thing... Actually, Jennifer did kind of help a little. She did a lot of things. J: TYLER!!!! K: You do know Tyler is always on my side, right? T: Absolutely true, princess. J: But this wasn't supposed to happen. This is Kelly's naked tickle party! It wasn't supposed to be me, you guys! K: It IS my party. Now let's get the party started. ? J: I'm fucked, aren't I? T: Well, technically, not yet. J: NOT YET? K: Oh, you look so cute all tied up, Jennifer. Hey, remember that time when I was all tied up and you described my body in vivid, excruciating detail? Holy shit, Kelly, you're stacked! J: Nope. No, I would definitely remember if I said something like that. K: Would you like me to describe your body, Jennifer? J: Seriously, I didn't say that! Are you sure you didn't hear it from my evil twin, Tennifer? K: Of course, you want me to. It's okay, Jennifer, I'm happy to. Oh, look at her small breasts, Tyler. Half a handful, would you say? T: Maybe half of your hand, Kelly. ? J: They're not that small! K: Only when you're wearing a pushup bra. J: Which is a perfectly reasonable thing to wear! K: Every day? J: Yes! T: Seems kinda like compensation from here, Jennifer. J: SHUT. UP. TYLER. K: Hey Jennifer. What's your bra size? J: Um... none of your business? K: Bzzzt, I love the sound this toothbrush makes. J: I'M AN A-CUP! K: No, not your cup size. Your bra size. The full measurement. J: But Tyler's here! K: Oh, you're right. Hey Tyler, her bra is right over there. Could you read the tag? J: DON'T DO IT, TYLER! STOP! T: It says 32A. K: Wow. Tiny band, too. You're so petite! I could just eat you up! J: Okay, you know what, fine, you win. I have small boobs. I'm over it. You can't embarrass me about my body anymore, Kelly. I'm not going to give you the pleasure. I know I'm a bombshell and there's nothing you can say that will change that. K: Waist size? J: You're going to ask for ALL my measurements!? Seriously? K: Is that okay? J: But TYLER is here!!! ? K: Tyler doesn't mind. Do you mind, Tyler? T: I don't mind. You can tell her, Jennifer. J: This is so unfair! Kelly should be the one tied up, not me! K: Aww, you're so cute when you squirm. I'll give you a choice. You can tell me all of your measurements, or Tyler can tickle you. J: I can take it. K: With your favorite toothbrush ? Three seconds, Jennifer. Or Tyler will pick for you. And I think I know what he wants to do. Three... two... J: 32A bust, 26-inch waist, 34-inch hip, 5'6", 122 pounds, brown eyes, natural brunette... And size 8 shoe! K: Wow, Jennifer. I wasn't even asking for all that other stuff. You must really hate being tickled. T: I think I need to write this down. J: TYLER!!! K: Well, anyways, time to get started with the tickling! It's tickle time, Jennifer! J: BUT I TOLD YOU EVERYTHING! K: I said Tyler wouldn't tickle you. I didn't say anything about me. J: THAT'S NOT FAIR! K: Okay, you know what, I'm a fair person. I won't tickle you. Instead, I'll give you a chance to get dressed and end all this. I'll make a bet with you. J: A bet? T: Wow, Kelly, this is a much darker side of you than I'm used to. Playing on her weakness like that is ice cold. You know Jennifer can't turn down a bet. She's a compulsive gambler! J: I'm not a compulsive gambler.... I just like gambling. ???? K: Here's the deal. If you can stay perfectly still for 30 seconds, I'll untie you and you can get dressed. But if you move, I'm going to put a vibrating butt plug in your ass. J: Butt plug???? Don't you think that's a little much, Kelly? K: You can't even stay still for that long? Tyler could do it. T: True. J: I guess that's not that hard. And you promise I can get dressed? K: Cross my heart. I'm talking the full shebang. Sundress, bra, panties, shoes, everything. No tricks. J: Okay.... Deal! This should be easy. T: Jennifer, seriously, you have a gambling problem. J: I only take bets I know I'm going to win, Tyler. I do not have a gambling problem! K: 30 seconds, starting now! Oh, Jennifer, you're not ticklish under your arms, are you? J: NO! K: She sounds like she's lying. What do you think, Tyler? T: Pants on fire. J: HAHAHAHAHAHA K: Aww, you moved. That was a wiggle. You lose again. You really should see a therapist about that gambling addiction. J: FOR THE LAST TIME, I DO NOT HAVE A GAMBLING ADDICTION! K: Let's get some lubricant on that little butthole of yours. J: KELLY!!!! You cheated! K: I didn't cheat. I never said I wouldn't touch you. You just assumed I wouldn't. T: That's true. She never said that. K: See, even Tyler agrees. J: Hey! That's cold and wet... :shock: What are you doing back there!? K: Lubricating you, obviously. J: You're seriously going to plug me? :oops: ...But I hate butt plugs! :x T: See, Jennifer? You're an addict. You need help. If you didn't want to wear a butt plug, you really shouldn't have made that bet. J: I DO NOT HAVE A GAMBLING PROBLEM, I HAVE A KELLY PROBLEM! K: Oh, look how the plug is just the right size for your little butt. It looks cute. Tyler, doesn't it look cute? T: Damn, Jennifer. No offense Kelly, you might have the boobs, but Jennifer's got the ass. K: I know. *Slap* I'm not even jealous. Her ass is amazing. Small, yes, but the shape? Can I get an mmph, Jennifer? J: Do people actually enjoy having these things inside them? K: Well, anyways, Jennifer, I hope you can come from a vibrator in your ass, because otherwise, that would be sexually frustrating. I'm going to turn it up to max while I fuck Tyler, okay? J: DO NOT LEAVE THIS VIBRATING IN MY ASS WHILE YOU FUCK TYLER! K: Jennifer, you're going to be a good girl now. Okay? J: .... Yes ma'am. T: Holy shit, how did you do that? K: We've spent some time together. J: I'm still going to complain, you know! K: Not a problem. Tyler, hand me Jennifer's panties? Jennifer, you know where these go, right? Remember, don't let them fall out, or there will be consequences. J: MMMMPH! K: If you love having a vibrator in your ass, say mmph! J: MMMMMMMMPHHH!!! ????? K: You're right, Jennifer. That joke IS hilarious ? T: Kelly, you're kinda twisted. You're usually so sweet.... K: What can I say, Jennifer brings out a whole different side of me. ? Now let's turn this dial up to max. J: Mmmmph!! Mmmmph mmmmph mmmmph! K: I love it when she makes that sound. Okay, now it's your turn, Tyler. Strip, boy! T: Wait, me getting naked wasn't part of the plan. K: Tyler, after everything you two put me through tonight, you are going to strip naked right now and I don't want to hear another word out of your mouth except yes ma'am. T: Yes ma'am. J: Mmmmph! T: I wouldn't talk, Jennifer! K: You two are so funny ? Wow, Tyler, you're sooo cute. I love squeezing your little dick. T: ? K: Fuck me. Oh yeah. Holy crap. This feels so good, Jennifer. I have a feeling I'm about to have a lot of orgasms. Are you having any orgasms? Say mmph if you're sexually frustrated, okay? J: mmmmmmph!!! K: Say mmmmph if you wish you could have an orgasm. J: MMMMMPH! T: Kind of beating a dead horse, Jennifer. K: But it's so much fun! Okay, Tyler, put your dick inside me and show Jennifer how to properly fuck me. J: MMMMPH!!!!! ? K: oh God, Tyler. Oooohh yeah... So.... Good. T: Oh God... Kelly! You're so warm and tight... K: Tyler!!! T: Kelly!!! J: mmmmph! ???? K: I'm coming, Tyler. Keep going! Oh God.... Fuck yes! Don't stop! I can feel another one coming.... Holy shit, no one fucks me like you do, Tyler. Jennifer, I hope you're taking notes! J: :x T: aahhhhh..... K: All done, Tyler? T: Yeah...so.....tired. K: Perfect. Let me just grab that little dick of yours again. T: But I finished, Kelly! ? K: I know. ? I'm gonna stroke it. How does that feel, Tyler? T: Like torture.... K: You love it! T: A little bit, yeah. But also, ow? K: Oh, I love you Tyler! You, too, Jennifer! I think this might just be the best day of my entire life. ? T: Mine, too! ? J: MMMMMPH! K: Okay, Jennifer, let's get those panties out of your mouth. Did you have something you want to get off your chest? J: WORST. DAY. EVER. K: Are you sure you weren't enjoying the butt plug even a little bit? J: NO!!!!! K: Because your pussy is like a waterfall right now. ? J: ? K: Do you want to come, Jennifer? J: Yes!!!! K: Excuse me? J: .....yes ma'am. K: Good girl. But also, no. No coming. Remember when you said I had to beg for it? Well, you know what to do. Go ahead. Beg. J: PLEASE FUCK ME, KELLY! FUCK ME ANY WAY YOU WANT! K: Any way? J: This vibrator in my ass is fucking torture! PLEASE! ANY WAY! K: Hey, Tyler, guess what? T: What? K: Jennifer said I can fuck her any way I want! Do you still want to know what DP is? T: Hell yeah! J: I DIDN'T SAY I WANTED DP!!! K: But you did say any way I want. ? T: Jennifer! Are you making Kelly sad again? You do know why we're here, right? J: Sigh.... Okay, you know what, I know how this ends. I give up. Just do it, Kelly. K: Beg. J: Oh my god... Fuck my life. T: It's Kelly's tickle party, Jennifer. ? ? Be a good sport. J: FINE! PLEASE FUCK ME, KELLY! I WANT YOU TO DP ME! T: Okay, but seriously, what's DP? K: Yeah, Jennifer, what's DP? We don't understand. J: Oh my god, you're fucking EVIL! K: You love it. ? J: ....sigh. DP is... double penetration. Happy? K: What's that, Jennifer? I couldn't hear you. Could you say that louder? J: DP IS DOUBLE PENETRATION, WHICH MEANS I WANT KELLY TO FUCK MY ASS AND PUSSY AT THE SAME TIME, OKAY? K: Wow, you don't have to shout. That's pretty kinky, Jennifer. Didn't know you were into that kind of stuff, but if that's what you want. J: How did I let this happen to me AGAIN? K: Wait til I tell you about the first time it happened, Tyler. J: HEY! WE HAD A DEAL! K: Oh yeah, I totally forgot about that. You have to strip on demand for me for the next week. Thanks for reminding me. ?? J: I'm going to avoid you like the plague. K: I'll find you. You know I will. J: I'll be a hermit. I won't leave my house! K: Not a problem. My friends don't mind coming to your house. You don't mind, do you, Tyler? T: It's true. I don't mind. J: Fuck my life.... K: No, just your pussy and your ass. All right, let's get that butt plug out of your little booty. I half expected it to fall out at some point. You've been a very good girl, haven't you? J: ....thank you. K: You're welcome, Jennifer ? Now I'll put this strap-on and fuck your pussy with the dildo. Is that okay? J: Yes ma'am. T: Wow, it's crazy how you have her completely under your control. K: Believe me, it took a lot of effort. She is extremely stubborn. But a month of strip on demand helped give her a major attitude readjustment. J: ?????? K: And now with this other dildo here, I'm going to fuck you in the ass. Is that okay? J: Yes ma'am. K: And I'm going to stuff your panties in your mouth and you're not going to spit them out. Is that clear? J: Yes ma'am. T: Wow. It's hard to believe that's Jennifer. She's not arguing or complaining or talking back at all. J: I WOULD IF I COULD, TYLER!!!! K: Yeah, let's get those panties in there. I don't want to hear anything but mmph from now on, okay, Jennifer? Okay. Now let's get you filled up. I know you want this and I'm going to give it to you. J: Mmmmph. K: If you love getting fucked in the ass, say mmph! J: MMMMPH!! ???? K: She loves it, Tyler! See how she's shaking? J: Mmmmmph mmmmph mmmmph! K: Oh yeah... Let's speed up. And then I'll slow down just a bit... and then go harder! Oh, is that not doing it for you, Jennifer? J: mmmmph? K: Let me massage your tiny little breasts with my free hand. How does that feel? J: MMMMPH! :o K: Oh wow, that got a reaction. I think she's getting close. J: MMMMMPH!!! K: Oh yeah, let it all out, Jennifer. You're my little lesbian slut and you're getting DPed and you love it! Oh, but don't worry, I know you're "not gay". Your secret is safe with me. ? J: :o :shock: Mmmpphhh.....ahhh.......eeeeeeeeee! Oh....ahh....oh God.... FUUUUUCK.... T: I've never seen her shake like that before. That looks intense. Wow. K: Oh yeah, this is a big one. I can feel her whole body convulsing. But do you want to know how I know she just orgasmed, Tyler? T: How? K: Panties fell out of her mouth. T: Ooh... K: She can't keep her mouth closed when she orgasms. Just another quirky Jennifer thing ? J: Kelly? K: Yes? J: Thank you.... K: No problem Jennifer! ? Tyler, let's get her down. She needs some post orgasm cuddles, stat! T: On it, Kelly! K: You were such a good girl, Jennifer. You did everything I told you. I'm so proud of you. J: Thanks, Kelly... So tired.... T: Great job, Jennifer. You know we love you, right? J: Love you guys, too.... K: Aww, she's really exhausted. Let's tuck her into bed, Tyler. T: Great idea, Kelly. She looks beat. K: Naptime, Jennifer. Comfy? J: ? K: Tyler, Jennifer. Thanks. That was the best day of my whole life. T: We'd do anything for you, princess. K: Anything? T: ALMOST anything. K: Good save. T: So are we good? K: No, Tyler. We're not good until Jennifer and I tickle you until you're a crying mess and you're begging us to fuck you. And the worst part is that you'll have no idea when I'm coming to collect. T: Wouldn't have it any other way, princess THE END

Kat Fucked Up by greer_masterson Kat Fucked Up Pt. 03 Katherine, fresh off her first gangbang, ups the ante. I glanced down at the sign on the door to the middle video booth. It signified 'vacant.' I turned and looked back at the store. In a place where most people did everything they could to avoid eye contact, every eye was on us. I hadn't thought about how out of place we looked. Kat was almost 5'10" in stocking feet and well over six feet tall in the heels she was wearing, which made her legs look substantially longer than they were. Her deep brown hair was up in a tight bun, and she wore bright red lipstick and a near ankle-length coat. I looked like one of the hippy-riche fresh from a winter jog around Lady Bird Lake, decked out in trail shoes, black fleece pants, and a bright neon weatherproof shell. I looked ridiculous and she looked suspicious. I'd been to this place--a middle-of-nowhere adult bookstore--several times before. It was twenty or so minutes outside of Austin on Highway 71 headed towards Bastrop. There was a welder in a building next to it, and the building on the other side looked abandoned. I wasn't sure if the bookstore had a name. I'd gone there looking for a specialty video once and the top of the receipt read "Books #1" with an address. There was a small white sign on the windowless wall facing the highway advertising "Adult Books" in dark red lettering. If you looked carefully or had a sharp eye, you could see the words "Video Booths" in small, faded, blue lettering on the side of the building underneath another sign pointing to parking behind the building. There were plenty of adult bookstores in Austin when the Internet failed to deliver, but this one had privacy, an unusual selection, and the drive wasn't unpleasant. Aside from that, it seemed to attract random events semi-frequently--maybe because it was an odd combination of secluded and accessible. I happened to be there for one of those glorious random events. A tall, beautiful woman, not unlike Kat other than her jet-black hair, walked into the store in a sheer maxi dress. She made eye contact with every man in the store, including me, and walked straight back to the video booths. She'd stopped, pulled off the dress in a slow, showy display, and entered the middle booth. Before that night I'd stayed away from the booths. I preferred the comfort of my own apartment near the law school, and I was certain men were jerking off in them. I had no desire to come into contact with another man's bodily fluids. After the raven-haired beauty disappeared, I heard two men talking and realized the booths had glory holes. I'd never seen a live sex act before and my curiosity got the best of me. My heart raced as I headed for the back of the store. Both of the booths on either side of the center booth showed 'occupied' so I waited. Another man joined me and avoided eye contact. Several minutes later, the booth to my right opened and a man hurriedly exited. I looked at the man next to me, who still refused eye contact. "Come on, man," he hissed. "You gonna just stand there?" Embarrassed, I eased into the booth. It took me several minutes to get my bearings, but I finally saw light coming through a hole in the wall. I expected a soup can-sized hole. To my surprise, it was much larger--wider than a bowling ball, and rectangular. The sides were protected with neon orange duct tape. It was less a glory hole and more a glory window. Still afraid to actually touch anything, I bent down the best I could and looked through. The video monitor in the center booth lit up the tall young woman, who was fucking some unknown man. As she humped back against the unknown cock, the light from the video monitor gave me intermittent views of what was happening. Moaning, she bent forward and her hand came through the hole I was looking through, searching, beckoning. I felt like I was on cruise control. I unzipped my pants and stepped to her hand. She massaged me for a few moments before, grasping me firmly, she pulled me into her world. I felt her mouth on me, felt the hum of her moaning. It didn't take much time, but I thought I heard the man on the other side finish. Regardless, her mouth came away from my cock and I saw her pussy through the hole as she impaled herself on me. I didn't think about sloppy seconds--or worse--until much later. Like the man before me, I hadn't lasted long either. I got the idea she wasn't disappointed. Somehow I knew it wasn't just anonymity that drove her, but quantity. After I finished inside her, I'd suddenly felt guilty and had the urge to flee. But, again, my curiosity got the best of me and I stuck around in the aisles of the store. I counted 14 men after me, which meant 17 including the two before me. I was astounded. When it appeared there would be no more and my adrenaline levels crashed, I went to the nearby bathroom, drenched several paper towels under the faucet, and headed into a stall to clean myself for some subconscious reason. While there, two hicks pulled the woman into the bathroom and fucked her on the floor, on the counter, and against the wall. I watched through the crack in the stall door and jerked off. When they were done, they left her on the disgusting floor in a heap. I remained silent while she hurriedly brought herself to orgasm. It sounds odd, but I was afraid to reveal myself. When she'd caught her breath, she left the bathroom. As far as I know, I never saw her again, but I saw someone around campus who looked like her. It couldn't have been, though, because someone told me the girl I'd seen around campus was on the university volleyball team. I'd returned to the store randomly, if infrequently, ever since. At least half the time, there was something unusual going on and interesting enough to keep the store in the back of my mind. I'd never seen another glory hole event like my first, but I'd seen others and not participated. I was too worried about STDs and none of the women I saw aroused me enough to take the risk. After I graduated from law school, my infrequent trips grew non-existent. I bought a small house off of Redbud Trail past Westlake Drive, with a great balcony that looked out at downtown Austin peeking between the hills. Still the bookstore was in the back of my mind and glory holes and random, anonymous, multiple-partner sex was my go-to fantasy. ***** "Ready?" I whispered to Kat out of the side of my mouth. I counted only seven men around the store. The Internet, I assessed, must have destroyed most places like this and marginalized the few that remained. I should have been surprised they were still in business. It was probably only the older crowd--the Luddites and the ignorant--that kept them going. I scanned the store again. All of the men were easily over 50. She looked around, shaking, and gave a terse nod. "Ever fuck a retiree?" I teased. Her eyes widened. "Never even thought about it," she whispered. I stuck out my hand. She looked at it, then at me. Though I couldn't hear it, I could see she was breathing heavily. She took a deep breath, slipped the coat past her shoulders, shrugged, and caught it as it fell past her waist. She handed it to me. Kat stood there, naked except for her black high heels, and looked around the store. A moment later, she vanished into the center booth. I smiled slightly and shivered in anticipation. I turned and followed her. The booth was smaller than I remembered the one next to it being. It was barely wide enough for both of us to sit next to each other. I quickly extracted a telescoping monopod from my jacket, extended it, then pulled a Canon HD camcorder out of my pocket and screwed it onto the monopod. I turned the flip screen around and, making sure the camera was zoomed all the way out and showed both sides of the booth, propped the camera in the corner. I adjusted it until it was stable and started recording. I put all of my dollar bills into the video monitor and, after reviewing the channels, selected a gangbang video. I laughed at the oddity of having no glory hole videos in an actual glory hole video booth. Kat stood in the corner opposite the camcorder and watched each glory hole, oblivious to what I was doing. When I was done, I leaned against the door next to her. As a warm up, she gave me a semi-distracted blow job. Several minutes--5, 10--went by and nothing. Nonplussed, Kat sat down and, for wont of something better to do, began watching the video while she absentmindedly massaged my cock. Several days earlier I'd explained my previous experiences with her and she'd initially refused to come here, telling me it wasn't what she had in mind, but she gradually warmed to the idea, revealing that it was kinkier to not even know what they looked like. I considered going to the next booth just to give her the experience, when we heard a voice whisper from our right. "It's not gonna be the guy sucking my dick, is it?" "No," I replied quietly before Kat could say anything. "I'm only here to make sure she doesn't get hurt." And to film everything, I thought. Another minute passed, then a small, shriveled dick attached to an overweight groin area appeared at the hole. Kat stared at it for a moment, seemingly uncertain, then reached out and began stroking it the best she could. Her hand dwarfed the tiny cock. It stayed shriveled up, so she got to her knees and took it in her mouth. It quickly grew hard, so she stood, turned around, and positioned herself against it. "He smells bad," she mouthed silently to me, then reached between her legs and inserted him. She moaned. "I've never been so turned on before," she said to no one in particular, and grasped my arm to brace herself. "It's hard to keep him inside me," she whispered. "He's too small and I'm too...slippery." Awkward at first, they eventually built a rhythm with him plunging into her as she fucked back against him. A few minutes later, I heard him groan and Kat pushed her ass all the way to the wall as he came in her. She leaned over and looked between her legs. The light from the video monitor revealed his spasming balls hanging over the lip of the hole. He slipped free of her and Kat immediately went to her knees to clean him off. His cock disappeared when she was done. "Did you come?" I asked her. "No, but I was so close! I've never been this wet before. Feel me!" "Uh...no." "Oh, right," she laughed, and cupped her hand over her pussy. "Was it what you'd hoped?" "It wasn't quite wh--" Her eyes moved to the hole the man had vacated. There was a new cock, this one already hard, poking through. It was considerably bigger than the previous one, but no better than average. She quickly went to her knees and took him in her mouth. A few seconds later, she let it slip from her lips with an audible smack. "Wanna fuck me?" she asked quietly into the hole, peering upward into the darkness. A grunting sound came from within. "Okay, baby," she responded, "but you have to promise me you'll come inside my pussy. Can you promise that? Can you?" Another grunt. Kat stood up and moved the chair towards the wall and, propping one foot up on it, bent over. As before, she reached between her legs and inserted him. She bounced against the wall for a few moments, then pushed all the way back. I could hear him pounding into her, then he groaned and stayed planted inside her. She moaned loudly and, again, hung her head to look between her legs. I craned my neck to see and saw a thread of semen, nearly a foot long, dangling from her matted pubic hair. When he pulled out a few seconds later, a small torrent let loose and squirted to the floor. Again, she went to her knees and cleaned him off with her mouth. Seconds after he disappeared, a new cock was pushed through the hole. Kat eagerly took it in her mouth. "I wanna feel those titties, bitch," came a muffled voice through the hole. Kat let the cock slide from her mouth and presented her breasts. I scarred-looking hand entered the hole and roughly groped her before latching onto a nipple and pinching hard. Kat squealed and squirmed, but didn't pull away. The hand disappeared. "Lick my asshole, whore" the voice commanded. A second later, hairy buttocks bulged through the gloryhole opening. Kat looked at me, blinking, then as if struck by some epiphany, turned and plunged her face into the mass of flesh in front of her. My cock was so hard I thought it was going to burst through my pants. I could hear the man in the next booth moaning and heard a noise to my left. I glanced over and saw a dimly lit face at the opposite gloryhole. Shortly after, an arm stretched through and began stroking Kat's ass. She jerked slightly, but left her face buried, then adjusted her stance slightly so that her knees were farther apart and her ass tilted upwards. The hand disappeared between her legs. The hairy ass disappeared. "Turn around, slut," ordered the voice. Kat stood and resumed her position with one foot on the chair and bent over. The arm on the other side grasped her breast. "You like eating ass?" the voice continued. "You like that your pretty face smells like sweat and shit?" Kat whimpered and moaned, reaching back through her legs for his cock, but it disappeared. "Spread your ass for me, whore," the voice growled. To my surprise, Kat complied without hesitation. I heard a spitting sound and the scarred hand reappeared and began fingering Kat's asshole. I stood on my toes to get a better look as first his middle finger, then two fingers penetrated her. He alternated between finger fucking her slowly and corkscrewing his fingers rapidly into her. The hand disappeared and was replaced by a cock. Kat didn't wait for any instructions and immediately sank her ass onto his cock. She pushed all the way back until her buttocks were resting against the wall. The gruff man brutally pistoned in and out of her, drawing tears, as she moaned and jerked the man opposite who'd previously contented himself with groping her. Several minutes passed and the man withdrew and ordered Kat to suck his cock. She turned around and got on her knees, taking him in her mouth. "Swallow it," he groaned. I watched as she took him in her throat and gagged. Her head popped back, and come rolled off of her tongue onto the floor. "Thanks, slut," the voice exhaled. A five dollar bill floated through the hole. Kat looked at it resting on the puddle of come near her feet, then picked it up and tossed it onto her coat. She turned back to the cock opposite and guided it into her pussy. A few minutes later, another unknown man's come filled her pussy while she jerked on a new cock that had appeared at the opposite wall. More than thirty minutes passed before I thought to check my watch. Every few minutes new cock replaced spent cock. By my count, Kat had serviced 19 times and there were no signs of stopping. Since there were only seven men in the store when we'd arrived, I was curious if it was just some having a second go. I undid the latch on the door and poked my head out into the hallway. There was a line stretching into the aisle with at least ten men I could see. "Jesus," I mumbled. "Where did they all come from?" The nearest man whispered. "Billy. You know...the owner? He sends out a group text when something like this happens." He grinned and added, "It's been a while." I was startled that he'd responded. "How many are in on this group text?" "I don't know," he whispered. "There's about ten in the group I'm in." "There's more than one group?" "Well, if there's only ten in a text group and thirty show up, there must be more than one group. I mean, you knew to come here because of texts, right? Billy's said before he has about 90 regulars to 'take care of.' It's how he stays in business." Suddenly my ears burned and ringing started. I steadied my strangely rubbery knees against the door. "Well," I managed to stumble, "let the others know she needs to take a break. She's been going for more than half an hour straight." "I'll pass the word, but if she didn't know there was more than one group, she sure fucked up." I closed the door just as another man finished in Kat. She slumped onto the chair and gave a weak laugh. "There's so much coming out of me I feel like I'm going to stick to the chair," she joked. "Are you ready to call it a night or do you want to keep on going?" She looked at me almost apologetically. "I want more...but I don't know that I can handle it. I'm already a little sore." The bright red lipstick was gone. Her hair had come loose from the tight bun she'd painstakingly put up. Her right breast was bright pink and looked a little swollen. She sighed. "Are there any left?" "Yep." "How many?" "Ten." "Ten?!?" "At least." "At least? Where? How?" "The next guy in line told me the owner texts customers to let them know. He said there might be ninety." "I...I can't...I just can't..." Her voice trailed off, then a look of calm descended. "I--" "Hey," interrupted a voice I recognized as the man I'd spoken to, "if you're gonna quit, can I at least have my turn? I mean, I'm already here and I've been waitin' a while. I ain't never fucked anyone pretty as you." Kat looked at me, exasperated, but stood up and, replacing her foot on the chair, bent over. "Thank you," came the voice from the other side. She winced when the man plunged into her, but the moaning began anew a few seconds later and she shuddered when he groaned and came inside her. Another cock appeared opposite and she instinctively reached for it. She moaned as another cock filled her from the rear. An hour passed before the voids remained vacant for more than thirty seconds. "I...I don't know why I...I don't...I don't know," she mumbled, breathing heavily as she slouched in the chair. Twenty-seven more new cocks had appeared in the last hour. "Now's our time to escape, I think," I muttered. Until five minutes earlier, she'd been fucking almost non-stop for over an hour and had fucked 46 unknown men. She'd had no time to process what had just happened and looked completely physically exhausted. I undid the latch on the door and poked my head out. I saw no one. I grabbed Kat's coat and the monopod without putting the camera away. We needed to move fast, I thought. "Stand up," I urged. "Come on, Kat. Stand up. Let's go. There's no one else out there." "Okay," she said, somewhat distantly. Her knees wobbled as she stood, but she braced herself against the doorway. I slung the coat around her and guided her through the door. As the door swung wide and light penetrated fully into the video booth, she glanced back. The floor was covered with come and other bodily fluids. There were a handful of used condoms there, as well. She smiled wickedly, then turned and we headed for the exit. An overweight, balding man in a stained white t-shirt and black leather vest stood behind the counter. He grinned at us as we approached, a wide, yellow-toothed grin. "Leavin' so soon?" he drawled. To my surprise, Kat strode from me, shedding the coat to the floor and rounded the counter. The smile faded from the man's face, but quickly returned when she went to her knees in front of him, unzipped his pants, and stuffed him into her mouth like she was starving. Shocked, I shook my head to clear it and watched, mesmerized. The man looked over at me and grinned broader than before. He looked down at her as her head bobbed, then threw his head back. Kat abruptly stood, turned around, and braced herself against the corner. She wagged her ass back and forth. The counter man shook his head, then stepped up behind her. He ran his dick up and down her slit as she, moaning, stiffened and angled herself for easier access. He sank into her with a great, gape-mouthed look of victory on his face. "You didn't even ask me to wear a rubber," he teased as he plowed into her. "Must be on birth control, am I right?" Kat moaned. "Ain't you worried about diseases, girly? You must've fucked thirty or forty men tonight." Kat moaned louder. "Shit...what turned you on more? Bein' dirty for raw doggin'? Bein' dirty for gettin' with thirty men?" Kat moaned and he smiled so widely his eyes were nearly closed. "Or bein' dirty for raw doggin' thirty men?" Kat moaned loudly. "Oh, God, I'm coming!" She shuddered and dropped her head to the counter, her shoulders and arms flushing red. "Holy shit, girly! I can feel your cunt suckin' me in further!" With that profound proclamation, he gritted what was left of his teeth, thrust roughly into her a couple more times, then buried himself and grunted. When he was done and had slipped from her, Kat turned and went to her knees again, cleaning him off. "You sure do like dick," the man commented. "And come," responded Kat as she jammed her fingers into her twat and then licked them clean. She stood and returned to me, picking up her coat along the way. "Are you Billy?" "Yep." "Then I'll see you again," she declared, looking back, before heading for the exit. The man stood there, speechless, shaking his head. Billy motioned me over and we chatted for a moment about her relative lack of experience before the last three weeks. He told me to warn him before we returned--if we returned, I corrected him--so he could get more customers lined up. "Oh, she'll be back," he called after me. "I guarantee it." I shrugged and left. As I exited and a blast of cold November wind took my breath away, I was greeted by the sight of Kat, the tails of her coat pulled up and piled on her back, hands on the hood of some car, while another man fucked her from behind. I rested the monopod on the ground and pointed the camera toward them. The man looked over at me and grinned, then gave a big thumbs up. He slapped her ass a couple of times, mugging for the camcorder, then grimaced and came. Again, Kat went down and cleaned him off, then made a show of sticking her fingers in her cunt and licking them clean. The man hurried back to his car. I walked over to where she stood, her coat open, goosebumps raised across her entire body. "Ready? Let's get home and light a fire. It's freezing out here." I sounded considerably more normal than I felt. She nodded. ***** Kat slept all the way through Sunday, waking after midnight to eat something before returning to bed. On Monday, she called in sick and spent most of the day sleeping. It was the first time I'd ever known her to play hooky from work. On Tuesday, she called in sick again but was up and around by mid-afternoon. On Wednesday, she returned to work as normal. That weekend we stayed home. On Sunday, she watched Sunday Morning, ate half a salted grapefruit, then granola over honeyed Greek yogurt, and drank strong, black coffee. We went shopping at a nearby Randall's for our Thanksgiving groceries. Our sex life returned to normal. The night before Thanksgiving, she finally broke the silence. "How many men did I...how many men were there?" I looked at her, evaluating. "I've been trying to count them in my head, but I'm not sure." "I counted 48." She mouthed the number silently. "So now you're up to an even 60," I told her, guessing the math that was going on in her head. "A month ago you were at six." "It's...that's a little...difficult...for me to comprehend," she said quietly. "Are you sure?" "We can watch the video. It's about two hours long, I think." Despite her initial reticence, we spent the next two hours watching the video. The Canon had a great low-light processor, and only missed portions when the video from the monitor was especially bright. We counted together and totaled 46. Billy the store owner and the man in the parking lot made 48. Kat was almost clinical in her viewing, as if she were watching the video record of a research experiment. At the end of the video as she watched herself licking semen from her fingers, she grabbed my hand and shoved it down the front of her sweatpants. "Feel how wet I am!" she exclaimed, then, "Let's go back!" I called Billy to let him know. When we arrived that night, the store was packed. Instead of the gloryhole, Billy had cleared two shelves out and pulled a mattress to the center of the shop. She'd wanted to maintain some measure of public anonymity, so she wore a mask, knowing there would almost assuredly be souvenir photos and video. That night Kat took on 77 men. Several times she serviced five at once, when the men were adventurous enough. I recorded the whole thing. She wanted to know who had been with her the last time and who was new. Only 19 of the original men had returned. "That's a hundred and eighteen," she said, as she slouched in the front seat. "Never in my life did I think I'd sleep with eighteen different men, much less a hundred and eighteen different men." By the look on her face, I knew she wasn't stopping there. We pulled out of the parking lot and headed home. Kat Fucked Up Pt. 04 Katherine becomes a gangbang "professional." I sat in the darkness and watched Kat snooze on a tiny cushion in a 10-foot by 10-foot cage in the middle of a large, otherwise vacant warehouse. Her head was tucked into her arms to shield her from the single bright light overhead that bathed the cage completely and blinded her to anyone...or anything...in the darkness beyond. The bars were made of inch-thick stainless steel. The door opened with a skeleton key that appeared to be a hand-hammered. We'd found our way here through Billy. I still hadn't wrapped my head around it. When we'd started this impossible journey, Kat had five partners before me. Now, barely a year later, she was well over five hundred...and had done things I'd never thought of, much less thought possible. After her initial gloryhole experience and subsequent encore gangbang, Kat and I returned to Billy's seedy little adult bookstore on Highway 71 three times over the ensuing six months. With Billy working his text groups, the private Subreddits, and older forms of anonymous communication, like Internet Relay Chat, each of her appearances attracted a progressively growing number of participants and a number of others who wanted to gawk or make a digital memento. It didn't take long for me to discover how an outdated business like Billy's continued to operate. When we returned for Kat's second gangbang, I overheard a few people quietly discussing the Bitcoins they'd transferred to Billy for the opportunity to participate merely as onlookers. "Adult Books" was a front for Billy to pass money through. I stopped short of seriously thinking about the other revenue streams Billy might be cleaning through the storefront. I was sure I didn't want to know. I didn't convey my knowledge or suspicions to her, but I did start to wonder in the middle of the third gangbang if Kat suspected Billy was charging for her appearances. While the vast majority of her anonymous lovers never said anything and a few were extremely, vulgarly vocal, it dawned on me that there were a few with whom she shared quiet conversations on the mattress. I hadn't asked, assuming it was merely attempts at a somewhat more private vulgarity, but noticed her staring at Billy while one of the 89 men from that night whispered in her ear. On our way home that night I'd tried, diplomatically, to get details of the conversation. "Oh, you know," she'd responded breathily. "Mostly, the quiet ones want me to come see them, take me to dinner, give me gifts, buy me things." She was quiet for a few beats, then added. "Give me money. Nice stuff. A few of the whisperers are truly perverted. One of them is telling me he wants to take pictures of me with his dog. He doesn't get more detailed than that, but he..." Her voice trailed off and the familiar vacant look on her face appeared. It meant she was somewhere in the recesses of her mind, overcome with her imagination. "Maybe they don't want the others to know how perverted they are," she finally offered, returning to the present. "Even among perverts I guess there are some lines that shouldn't be crossed publicly. I don't know." Mostly? "Give you money? But...," I stumbled, still examining her answer, "but that--" "--would make me a prostitute," she concluded, preventing my faux paus. "A whore. I'm already a slut. It's not that much of a leap." She shivered. "Really, though? Not phased by the pictures with--" "And you're--" "It's not like it's an original idea," Kat interrupted. Out of the corner of my eye I could see her examining me. I didn't turn my head to look but I knew she was smiling. "You mean--" "Prostitution is the oldest profession, I mean." She paused, then added, "Were you thinking of something else?" I drove in silence, still processing. "Would it be so bad?" she asked. "Right now I'm fucking them for free. At least, I'm not charging anything." She suspects what I suspect. "Would it bother you?" she went on. "Having a prostitute for a girlfriend?" I didn't answer. "Of course it wouldn't," Kat continued. "It doesn't bother you to have a slut for a girlfriend. You didn't mind sharing me with anyone who wandered into an alley. Or an adult bookstore. You can't tell me you haven't thought about it. Having the men pay to fuck me? Anyway, I don't want to wait two more months to go back. How many did I fuck tonight?" The emphasis wasn't lost on me. "I don't know," I mumbled, my head still swimming. "Bullshit," she said quietly. "How many? You always keep count." "Eighty-nine tonight. Eighty you've never seen before." "Are you sure?" "Yeah. I know faces." "Wow. So that's...254. I only need 46 to get to 300. We could make our own movie called '300,'" she giggled. "You got it all on video, right?" I nodded. The casual way she discussed it was a bit disconcerting. It had been exciting originally, but now...now it was almost monstrous. Long gone were the days when she thought having slept with five different men made her a slut. "Arrange it with Billy. Sometime soon." "Why don't we just show up? Like we did the first time?" "Because there's no one there unless they know I'm going to be there. It would take months to get 46 more." "Are you serious about the 300 thing?" Kat laughed. "Of course not." She looked out the window and pulled her legs up snug against her naked chest. "I'm thinking more like three thousand. And I want to talk to Billy before I spread my legs next time." ***** In the past, the "client" told me, this warehouse--one of three on the property--had been used for all manner of genuine work, though he had always reserved a portion of it to 'interview' special women who were referred to him. A contractor supplier had leased the entire property from him once upon a time until the market for new homes in Austin had crashed in the mid-2000s. They stored scaffolding, machinery, generators, pre-fabricated offices, and everything else under the sun that might be needed at a construction site, enough to fill up all three warehouses, and ran extensive support operations, including a welding and metal fabrication shop for customers with specialized needs. The in-house welder, a frequent participant in the "client's" 'interviews,' had constructed the cage for him. "There was another," the "client" said cryptically, "for whom I'd originally intended The Cage. Her interview was...astonishing. Perhaps you'll see it one day. She attended my parties for a brief period of time but, by coincidence, I was alerted by a common acquaintance that her father was a high-ranking government official and worked in the intelligence community. Attention I didn't need." He paused, a slight smile on his face as he visited fond memories. "As chance would have it," he continued, "she introduced me to one of her friends, a transcendently beautiful woman on the cusp of extraordinary fame. She, however, disappeared to Costa Rica before we could interview her and her attitude changed when she finally returned." He paused as if reflecting on what might have been. "So The Cage sat in a corner, an afterthought hidden by all kind of I don't know what, until a few years ago when my tenant likewise disappeared." "I've had other tenants," he explained as he walked with me around the property on my inaugural visit, "but the warehouse has remained largely unused by them. I no longer include it in new leases. Simpler that way. I can use The Cage without worry of interruption and I can conduct my interviews in peace." He stopped abruptly. "Speaking of," he said, turning to face me. "She'll have to be interviewed, of course. I assume that's something you can stomach. You know of my interviews? No matter what they say in the beginning, no matter how coy they pretend to be, or standoff-ish, or prudish, they always end up fucking. Is that something you can watch? Or...take part in?" "You have no idea," I told him. "So I've heard." The corners of his mouth turned up slightly as if he was failing to hide a grin. "I suspect it's in the back of every interviewee's mind before they get here, but relatively few appear for their interviews consciously knowing that actual sex will be involved. Does she suspect?" "She does. Billy said you would want to talk to her about her sex life. He didn't know exactly. At least that's what he said." "Billy has never been to one of my interviews. Or to my home, for that matter, where I host interview watch parties. I don't find Billy to be tasteful company. So he told you the truth. Billy is not the kind of service provider I want involved in my immediate circle. He's only interested in the fiscal perspective rather than the artistic or prurient opportunity. Did he tell you anything else?" "He said he thought it probably involved a sexual performance, like a striptease or something similar." "'A sexual performance like a striptease,'" the "client" repeated. "Did you know Billy's name is actually 'Billy' and not 'William?' Could you imagine having--'" "Why are you called The Client?" I interjected awkwardly. "I would have thought something more..." "More like 'the boss' or 'el jefe?'" There was a small amount of disdain underlying his question. "Yes." "Because certain persons provide me the very special service of finding me an interviewee. To them, I am 'the client.' But all professionals know that 'the client' is the true boss." He extended his hand. I shook it. "We have one more engagement before she can be interviewed," I told him. "Of course," he said, reaching into his suit jacket and producing a business card. I examined it and saw there was no information other than a phone number. "Call the number on that card for scheduling," the "client" continued. "Just remember--short skirt, white panties, white thigh-high stockings, and a white button-down shirt with no bra. I prefer pleated skirts. Solids are better than patterns, but plaids are acceptable. Stockings should be plain. Lace at the top is acceptable, but no fishnets and no stripes. Get a cheap dress shirt. The cheap ones are virtually see-through. Broadcloth works best. Oxfords don't work as well." "No problem. I think she has all of those things already." "No penetrative sexual intercourse--vaginal or anal--in the three days preceding. Make sure she is clean, inside and out. Does she know how to use an enema?" "Yes. I installed a hose in the shower." He looked genuinely surprised. "Perfect. I look forward to talking to her about her--what did you call them?--'engagements.' Oh...one more thing. I have to warn you, that you will be stopped if you attempt to interrupt or intervene in any way. We normally don't allow...others...but you seem to warrant an exception." "You're not going to hurt her." I was secretly delighted that my statement came across as a clear statement and not an idle, Hollywoodish threat. "Of course not, but you may see things you've never seen before. That tends to alarm some." "I doubt there's much you could do to her that I haven't already seen." He smiled broadly. His perfectly white, straight teeth gave him a ghoulish appearance. ***** Just as she had on the two previous occasions, Kat had stripped naked at the house and climbed into the car. She was already so aroused that the upper part of her inner thighs glistened with her moisture. I picked up my keys from the counter and noticed she'd left her mask there. I picked it up. "Forgetting something?" I asked as I tossed it into her lap and she was drying her legs. "Nope," she replied. "I'm going without." I tried to act calm. "And what if your co-workers happen to see you in a video or picture on Reddit or somewhere else?" "The odds are against that happening. They'd have to be exploring the seedy underbelly of the Internet. It's unlikely. And if they are...then I should be meeting them, not hiding from them." "'Seedy underbelly.' We've seen pictures and video of you all over Reddit--Gone Wild, Gone Wild Cumsluts, Creampies, Gangbangs--you name it. And on Pornhub and Xvideos." "Well, you got those taken down, didn't you? And people who show up know that the videos and pictures they take are private only or they won't be allowed back." "Once they're out there, that's it. There's really no unringing that bell." "It doesn't matter," Kat said matter-of-factly. "I don't have tattoos. I don't have any scars or birthmarks. The mask covers so much of my face you can't even tell what color my eyes are or what shape my nose is. I wear baggy clothes to work, and my hair is always up. None of them would realize it was me, even if someone who participated told them." "And if the commissioner finds out? You don't think he'll fire you?" "He'd probably want to join in. He's an old perv." "He's a conservative Christian politician." "And...that changes what?" We drove in silence for a bit. I knew I sounded doubtful and annoyed. It had been so exciting at first that I couldn't honestly say there was a little annoying voice of protest somewhere. But now... "What arouses you about this? The numbers? The anonymity? One night stands? Sex with strangers? The exhibitionism? What is it?" "Same as you--all of it. I like--no, I love acting slutty. I love being slutty. Being a slut is what arouses me. And being an extreme slut arouses me even more. The riskier, the better. The dirtier, the better. I realized it when we were talking last year. Remember? I told you about Kent and Patrick. I realized then. Only a slut has multiple threesomes and lets a virtual stranger fuck her ass bareback. Only a slut would cuckold her longtime boyfriend, especially over and over and over. "I said something like, 'Maybe I'm a slut.' I mean, I knew it right at that moment. And when you talked about me being with other men--lots of other men--and I was so turned on...I came instantly. Now I've come to realize it's not just multiple men. It's anything slutty. The more extreme, the better. Gloryholes. Anonymous partners. Unprotected sex. Sex in front of others. Having literally dozens of men come in my pussy or my ass. "I have to admit I was completely dubious about the gloryhole idea at first, but that wore off the more I thought about it. Then I went and checked out some videos and I started to get excited. Small, dark room with porn on a cheap TV and cocks randomly poking through holes in the wall. Then when we were there, I couldn't contain my disappointment at the sparse crowd or that long wait for my first encounter...my first...my first customer." She said it like she was trying it on for size. I let it pass. "There's not much more extreme you can go beyond what you've been doing," I told her. "These are bona fide fetishes." "This is nothing. I've been lurking on 4Chan and a few of the quarantined subreddits. There are a lot of things that are more extreme." "By a degree?" I lightly argued. "Well...let's start with tonight. I stopped taking the pill in the middle of the cycle this month. Right after the last event." It didn't immediately register in my head, but it was one of those bombshells that was felt before it was appreciated. "You...so you...that means--" "I'm going to let someone knock me up tonight. Impregnate me. Breed me. At least I'm going to have done nothing to stop it. And I'm going to make a big production of it. I'm going to announce to everyone that they have to use condoms because my prescription for the pill ran out and I haven't gone back to get another. "Then when the first one is fucking me I'm going to make him stop," Kat continued. "I'm going to yank off his condom and toss it to the side, and I'm going to announce that it just doesn't feel as good knowing they aren't filling me with their come." My stomach sank as my cock jumped. "It's quite possibly the sluttiest thing I can think of. I mean, there are far more perverted or kinky things I could do and--let's be completely candid--I'm going to do them, but this is the most wanton, whorish behavior imaginable. I love fucking so much and I love being a slut so much that I'm willing to spread my legs for dozens and dozens of anonymous someones I'll never see again and let them stab their cocks into my dripping wet pussy and come deep inside me, soaking my womb and filling me up." She relaxed and rested her head against the headrest. Her feet went up to the dashboard. A few seconds later she proclaimed, "Jesus, I didn't think I could get any wetter, but I'm almost gushing. This might be my new favorite fantasy." She shivered and the highway light intermittently revealed her fingers dancing around between her legs. "Can you imagine what tonight is going to be like?" she continued, still exploring her sloppy hole. "Knowing that any one of the hundred men between my legs could be the one whose sperm wins the jackpot? I've heard that women sometimes feel a twinge or a pinch in the abdomen when it happens." "This is...you're okay with this?" I asked, sounding vastly calmer than I felt. "Absolutely." "What about the...I mean what are you going to do after?" "I don't know. I'll--I don't know. Maybe I'll keep it." Out of the corner of my eye I saw her glance over at me. "You're going to...going to go all the way through with it?" "Definitely." "How...what are finances supposed to look like on this?" "You're the oddest combination of practical and impractical I've ever known," Kat frowned. "That's why I wanted to talk to Billy tonight. It's going to pay for itself." "Even if Billy agrees," I warned her, "you're pretty much limited to whatever money you can get out of him tonight. How much could that possibly be?" "Last time one of the guys told me it was a hundred to fuck and fifty to watch," she said quietly. "Kat, if he charges these guys a hundred dollars each to participate and half that to watch, you're only talking about ten or fifteen thousand dollars. Even if he gave you all of it, which he won't, that's not enough to pay for maternity, much less a child." She looked at me like I'd just farted. "I plan to keep fucking doing this," she said, unable to hide her disbelief at my idiocy. "You can film it. You can sell the videos. Amateur-looking stuff is where it's at these days! As long as we get paid, I'm going to fuck anyone, anytime, anywhere, any way. There's nothing I won't be open to, at least once. I can't believe I denied myself for so long! I'm--" "So I'm still in the picture?" I frowned at the odd-sounding mixture of desperation and disdain. "Of course, baby!" she squeaked, managing to sound like an empathetic tart. "All the way! You're the Golden Hero that set me free!" As she babbled on about her plans, I wasn't sure if the relief I felt was 'boyfriend' relief or relief that my perverted fantasies would continue to unfold before my eyes. "...even when I'm ready to pop. Don't you think it would be sexy to see a huge pregnant woman, her breasts engorged, maybe leaking or even spraying milk all over the place, ready to drop at any moment...fucking and taking a load of come? Or, even better, taking on anyone who wants to fuck and letting them all come inside her? I mean," she continued excitedly, "she knows she can't get pregnant, but she loves fucking and loves come so much that she wants them all to give her their come! How fucking hot is that?" Kat reached over and stroked my crotch. "Obviously you think something is hot. You know what? Pull over when you have the chance. I need you inside me. I want you to come as deep in my pussy as you can. We're way early and we're still 45 minutes away from Billy's. It's going to be a long night. I'm going to give your sperm a head start." ***** A door opened somewhere behind me. I was expecting The Client again, but couldn't tear my eyes from her to confirm. If she heard the door, she didn't stir. "How is she?" came The Client's voice over my shoulder. "Sleeping," I replied without turning to look at him. "Other than from breathing, she's barely moved in the last two hours." "Amazing. I've only ever known one interviewee before Miss Turner who was able to take my entire length." "The one The Cage was intended for?" I asked, but I already knew the answer. "Correct. How did she feel...after?" "We didn't exactly talk. I--" "No," The Client interrupted. "I mean, how did her vagina feel to you? Different?" I shook my head. "Same. Slicker, if anything. Maybe. Sorry to disappoint." "On the contrary. I'm pleased, not disappointed. Quite pleased. Even the original interviewee The Cage was intended for felt, to put it diplomatically, more accommodating after the first time. Miss Turner has exceeded my expectations. In fact," he added, "there's something special I've tried with several other interviewees but all were disappointments in one way or another. Interested?" "It depends," I ventured. "I know Kat. She won't want to continue to do this for free. She has plans. If she keeps coming here, she'll likely want to be financially compensated for the time she's missing from otherwise more pecuniarily-friendly activities." "How does ten thousand dollars sound?" "Given your cryptic description, it sounds like it's not enough. She makes that in a night at Billy's." "You mistake me," The Client responded with a hint of sarcasm. "I'm offering ten thousand dollars for every night she's in the warehouse. Cash. Or wired to an offshore account in the Bahamas or the Cayman Islands, if you wish me to set one up for you. I have no loyalty to Billy. Until Miss Turner, he'd only ever sent me potential interviewees who didn't make it through the pre-screen, and it's my understanding he didn't truly refer you so much as you found your way to me through him." "We need his network," I argued. "I do not; therefore, you do not. If it makes you feel better, we can provide some limited compensation to him out of the proceeds of your continuing activities here." "Billy likely pocketed nearly fifty thousand dollars from hosting Kat's events without saying a word to Kat or I and that likely would have kept on going as long as we were oblivious," I told the "client" somewhat bitterly. "I have no loyalty to Billy either." "Then it's settled. Aside from that, I'll agree that you can continue to film and I won't ask for remuneration, only access to Miss Turner on reasonable notice for anything I want and your agreement not to film me or disclose my identity. I'll even have a crew come in to build a soundstage and moveable set pieces. They can make the far southwest corner--the corner to our left--look and feel like an apartment or home. That corner also has plumbing stub outs. We'll even make the washroom accommodations more comfortable. "Of course," The Client continued, "you're welcome to film anywhere in the warehouse, and I'll provide you with carded access. Come and go as you want, whenever you want as long as you don't disrupt anything that's already going on here. That courtesy extends to my current tenants as well. Please do not disrupt their businesses." I nodded. "I'll talk it over with her, but she may want more than ten thousand dollars for 'anything' you want." "For special or particularly...strenuous activities, I'd expect that she and you would want to know substantially more before agreeing. Why don't we limit 'anything' to activities reasonably similar to those she's already been engaging in? As for special activities, we can discuss those opportunities as they arise." "I'll talk to her, but that satisfies me." I was too tired to act or speak with any emotion. I assume The Client mistook it for calculated negotiation. "Wonderful. May I treat you to breakfast? I'll have my driver pull around to the loading dock." "Is it actually breakfast time?" I asked, sounding confused. "Close enough," he replied simply. I could hear the smile on The Client's face. "It's almost seven." "I didn't realize we'd been here for nine hours. I'm famished. I imagine Kat is, as well." "I've made arrangements for her," The Client gleefully responded, "though I imagine she'll be asleep for quite some time, given her degree of exertion." I felt his hand on my shoulder. "Come. We can discuss details and some of my more general ideas." ***** Despite our detour, Kat and I arrived at Billy's nearly two hours early. True to her word, Kat had climbed into the backseat and kept her pelvis tilted upwards for the entire 45 minute drive to let my come soak her womb before the night's events. She'd giggled and joked with me how difficult it was to keep that much come inside her. When we arrived, the parking lot was empty aside from Billy's shit-brown 1977 Dodge. Kat used a tissue to do light clean-up, then jumped out of the car, and strode confidently into Adult Books. The conversation wasn't pretty. While Kat argued calmly and confidently, Billy was red-faced and shouted obscenities and accusations. Kat only lost her cool once, when Billy threatened to expose her across social media and call her boss, whose identity he'd discovered thanks to the Texas Tribune. Kat shut him down swiftly and coldly, telling him none of that mattered because we'd already decided on a career change for her, and hammering her point home by asking him if he'd noticed she wasn't wearing a mask this time. Ultimately, Billy softened his stance when Kat told him she wasn't after anything he'd received from her appearances before and their arrangement could continue indefinitely as long as he agreed to split the proceeds evenly from each event going forward. She was after all, she told him, the one spending six to seven hours on her back. Billy told us he figured she could only do this for so long before she got bored or the crowd did. "Every ice cream turns into vanilla if you eat it every night," he quipped, attempting to make light of his seriously-altered position. Since some of the men had informed Kat, she knew exactly what Billy was charging and told him she would know if he was shortchanging her. He agreed to pay her portion in cash, in advance, with overages paid afterwards, then disappeared into the management office only to emerge a few moments later with a bundle of hundred dollar bills. "You can count it," he said, "but those are bank fresh. That's eleven thousand dollars." We maintained our poker faces but a look passed between us. "I got a hundred and fifty, give or take, coming this weekend in ten groups of a dozen or so each to participate, and another hundred or so in ten roughly equal groups to watch. If any of those elevate to participation, they'll pay cash. We'll settle up at the end of the night." Billy gave us his office to lounge in while we waited for the men to start arriving. Since the negotiations with Billy took considerably less time than we expected, Kat decided she wanted to give my sperm a second head start. As I had earlier, I came deep inside her though not in nearly the same quantity as before and, as she had earlier, she lay down on the disgusting brown-and-orange couch and kept her pelvis tilted upwards until it was time to greet her customers. She again lightly cleaned up. As promised, Kat announced to everyone that she was no longer on birth control, demanded condoms, and, in the middle of her first tryst, discarded the condom and announced that it didn't feel the same, "consequences be damned." Some men mildly protested, but Kat ultimately serviced 139 men over that weekend with all injecting her fertile womb with their seed. Even with copious amounts of super-slick lube, she was sore and exhausted after a hundred. After the last one left and Kat had cleaned up, Billy insisted on a turn. He ordered her around and, in great contrast to her arrival, she obeyed immediately and without question, doing everything he demanded including rimming his ass. Instead of coming inside her, he made her lay on the floor and prop her pelvis up. He demanded that she hold herself open while he jerked off into her open pussy. "I want you to see how much there is," he grunted, and grinned as she watched wide-eyed as rope after thick, viscous rope squirted into her gaping pussy. She shuddered as he used the head of his cock to push any stray drops into her opening. When she announced she needed to clean herself up again, Billy ordered her to leave it in and not clean up. "I heard you talking in the office before we got started," he sneered. "I want you to ride home in the backseat all tilted up like you said and go to sleep like that. Leave it in there until it leaks out on its own. I'm potent as all hell. I got ten among four exes, plus eight bastards. I'd bet you all the money I've made off of you that you'll end up with my ninth bastard." To my surprise, Kat clamped her hand over herself and stumbled into the parking lot. We turned onto Highway 71 as the sun was coming up, with Kat fast asleep in the backseat, a travel pillow under her rear and her pelvis tilted upward, her hand still firmly clamped over her pussy.

Katie Finds A New Park To Play In! By LuckyDave1066 Can she sneak across it unseen? If so, would she do it nude? There had been many changes in Katie's life in the year since her graduation from college; new job, new apartment, new career direction to name a few. The job was one she hadn't really expected to be in, a position as a junior staffer in the local office of one of her state's Senators. She had always pictured herself in a private sector career, but after a couple of short term jobs, one doing clerical work in a local manufacturer's office and another as a bank teller, she jumped at the chance the understaffed office provided her to have some freedom to, at least on some tasks, make decisions on her own. The pay was nothing to get excited about, but she had always been able to get by without a lot of money. One way Katie stretched her paycheck was doing without a car, selling the ancient Corolla that had carried her through her college years. Between using public transportation and walking whenever she could, she saved a boatload of money compared with some of her co-workers, who complained about car payments as big as her monthly rent bill. Of course, it wasn't hard to spend more than she did on rent. When she and her roommates graduated and all ended up living in different cities, rather than look for replacements for her roommates she gave up the large two-bedroom apartment they had shared in favor of a tiny but affordable studio within walking distance to work. By the middle of April the weather was getting to be reliably comfortable, making brown-bagging her lunch one of the more pleasant ways for Katie to hold down her spending. Walking three blocks to eat at a nice park about midway between her office and her apartment was a nice way to break up her workday. The park was like two different parks, with about half of the space mostly open and the rest mostly wooded with a few gravel walkways. The open side had a lot of amenities, including a baseball field complete with bleachers and dugouts, basketball, handball, and tennis courts, a small amphitheater with a concrete stage and a half dozen rows of seating. The open area had tall hedges along most of the two sides to block traffic noise from the side streets, but only a low wrought-iron fence covered in ivy at the far end. Katie had been coming to the park almost every day for a month before she took a stroll through the wooded side. The day was fairly hot, so walking along the shady paths was a nice alternative to her usual habit of basking in the sun for a few minutes when she was done with her lunch. Other than having a small creek running through it, the heavily wooded area reminded her of the park near her old apartment where she'd first dabbled in public nudity. Being alone for a few minutes on the dark, quiet walkway brought back vivid memories of nights when she went out for a walk wearing only a coat and sometimes ended up without even that much on! As much as she had enjoyed those adventures, Katie didn't feel tempted to repeat any of her handful of daring visits to the other park. "Those outings were...interesting, and definitely exciting, but probably not the kind of behavior the Senator would tolerate his staff indulging in," she thought, just a little sad that she needed to act like an adult, even though she didn't always feel like one yet. Comparing having to leave the secluded wooded park behind to get back to work on time to her reckless behavior at the old park seemed to sum up how her life had changed. Katie began working a few minutes of walking in the wooded half of the park into her routine on warm days. The similarities between her new park and the one near her old apartment inevitably made her think about how easy it would be to do some of the things she used to do in the old one. "It might be exciting, but there's just no way," she thought, "I've got to think about my career now." Being a responsible adult might have been why Katie felt she couldn't do anything as reckless as stripping naked and walking around her new park, but after a few visits to the new wooded park, she realized she had another reason not to repeat her previous daring conduct. Risky as it would be, such behavior would just be copying something she'd already done, not pushing herself to do something new. If all she was doing was repeating herself, the ratio of risk to reward seemed unfavorable. Her sudden awareness that a large part of what was keeping her from doing something risky was that it was actually not risky enough to be worthwhile shook her up. She stopped visiting the woodlot, afraid she might come up with some new idea about what to do there, one capable of tempting her into real trouble. Katie's decision to avoid going to the woodlot worked; she stopped reminiscing about her adventures at her old park and went back to peacefully having her lunch and reading a book at the open side of her new park. She also enjoyed people-watching, and the park was always at its busiest during her lunchtime; the hour or two after her workday ended also usually had a lot of activity, particularly the baseball field and various other courts. The only time she ever noticed the park sparsely populated was when she walked by on her way to work. As she finished eating her lunch one Tuesday afternoon, sitting at the stepped seating of the amphitheater, Katie gave up entirely on the latest novel she'd checked out of the library getting any more interesting. She considered cutting her lunch short and going back to work early but decided to stay put for a while and look around at her fellow park users. It happened to be a slow day for people-watching, at least from where Katie was seated. Any disappointment at her backup source of entertainment also failing her was short-lived, as she caught on to something she'd never noticed before. Despite the end of the park where she was sitting feeling fairly wide open, with its many amenities spread out, she saw for the first time that there were at least some areas where most of the park was screened from view by either dugouts, bleachers, a building with restrooms, the high walls at the handball courts, a few small storage sheds, or the back wall of the stage right in front of her! Katie actually felt herself blush, amazed that her first thought upon noticing how some areas of the park were all but invisible to others was how it would feel to be naked right here in the middle of the park! She was immediately worried that given some of her previous exploits, she might be tempted to act on this urge, but said to herself, "Settle down, girl. Yes, it might technically be possible, but there's just no way at all I could try something like that, not anymore." She went back to work still a little shaken by the direction her thoughts had taken, but was eventually calmed down by her belief that going naked in public was something from her past, not her present. On her walk home that day she noticed a few gaps in the row of hedges along the sidewalk; she told herself that the openings were a good thing, since they just made it even more impossible to consider going through the park in the nude. "More impossible," she laughed nervously, "isn't plain old impossible already enough to keep me out of trouble?" For a few days, Katie was able to concentrate on her latest library book, but after a week of being dormant, the idea of somehow crossing the open side of the park in the nude but unseen resurfaced. She tried to banish the idea completely, telling herself, "it just isn't the kind of thing I can do anymore. I've got a good job, a lease, and a load of student loans to consider." The concept didn't go away entirely, but she was able to ignore it, mostly. When the idea of streaking through the park refused to completely go away, Katie came up with a way to live with it. She decided to treat it like some sort of thought experiment or puzzle, to see if it was really possible for someone to do it without being seen. Even with any nudity purely theoretical, she needed to tell herself, "Of course, the streaker would need to be somebody else, definitely not me!" Since there was no chance of this crazy idea ever really happening, Katie was able to comfortably study the locations of each bit of potential cover built into the park and how they all lined up with each other. Every day, once she had finished eating her lunch, she tried out parts of potential routes, walking along them while checking sightlines. Starting at the edge of the woods, she checked to see if there was any way to make it all the way through the open park without being spotted. Some starting points and their routes were quickly ruled out, with way too much exposure. Other routes started out well but ended up running out of cover well short of reaching the goal: the wrought iron fence at the far end of the park. When she had all but given up, Katie thought of a new approach; she tried starting routes at the fence, working her way back through the park to the woods. Some options in the new direction were just as problematic, making Katie shudder as she pictured how likely it would be for someone trying to pull this off to be seen! But a few possible routes were promising, letting her theoretical streaker get well beyond halfway to the shelter of the woods unseen. Around the time of her breakthrough of checking the various routes in multiple directions, Katie began calling her daring fictional streaker Sally. Giving her a name somehow made Katie even more careful, as if Sally was a real person whose fate was in Katie's hands. Methodically checking sightlines all the way along the route, Katie finally worked out a path that would keep Sally safely hidden through the entire park, other than at a few relatively small gaps. "If she actually existed, I guess Sally would just have to be willing to take a few risks," Katie thought as she stood in one of the few small areas where exposure couldn't be avoided, nervous on behalf of her fictional stand-in. Having worked out the almost safe route through the park, Katie was a little glum that there was no flesh and blood Sally to follow through and actually try her plan to travel the length of the park while naked. "Going from one end of the park to the other, completely naked, and completely unseen! It would be so cool!" she thought, sad that it wouldn't ever actually be attempted. She knew it was ridiculous to be so proud of her route, not to mention her creation of a whole fictional person to follow it, but couldn't help herself. She had put a lot of time and thought into this puzzle, and hated to think it had all been pointless. Several days after she had reluctantly put her little project aside, Katie had an idea for how to make use of her route, "I could do it, the whole damned route, just not while naked!" She imagined going to the park late some night and pretending to do what she'd imagined Sally doing, but doing it with her clothes on. She could test her route, finding out if it would really work without having to risk getting fired or arrested! A couple of days after deciding to try her streaking route without actually streaking, Katie took advantage of the casual Friday policy in her office, wearing jeans, a long black "Boyfriend shirt" and running shoes instead of her usual more formal attire. She had chosen the shirt to make her clothed streak feel as much like a real one as possible; it was long enough to cover almost as much as a really short skirt, allowing her to ditch her jeans, bra, and panties once all her co-workers had left for the night! She stowed her excess clothing into a tote bag and put it away in her desk drawer. Her planning had also included leaving her purse at home, reasoning, "who goes streaking with a purse?" She waited for the post-sunset sky to darken before leaving her office, wearing just a shirt and carrying only her phone. Walking the two blocks from her office to the park, Katie became slightly nervous, more because she crossed paths with a handful of people on the sidewalk while wearing so little clothing than because of what she had planned for her visit to the park. When she was about to enter the park it occurred to her for the first time that she could get in trouble just for being in the park at all after the posted closing time of sunset, but didn't think that sort of offense would be likely to cause her serious problems at her workplace. Katie set out on her route toward the woods at the opposite end of the park, moving at a brisk walking pace instead of the typical streaker's jogging or running speed; it was just too dark to safely move much faster, with the hedges at either side of the park blocking almost all of the light from the streetlights outside the park. The combination of the hedges and the streetlights did provide her with a couple of exciting moments. A little less than halfway through her route she suddenly heard a pair of voices; the time it took her to realize they were coming from the other side of the hedges was the scariest part of her evening. Another 20 feet along her way, she stepped into a pool of light where a gap in the upper part of the hedges let the cold beam of the nearest streetlight pour into the park. She realized that if she'd been as naked as she'd imagined Sally to be, she'd have been thoroughly visible, and hustled on to the darkness beyond. Katie reached the woods at the far end of the park without ever really being in danger of being seen. Though making the trip unobserved was technically her goal, Katie couldn't help feeling somehow let down at never having even been close to being spotted. She continued through the wooded part of the park in the direction of her apartment. As she strolled through the dark, quiet woods, she thought about taking her shirt off for a while to see if she could have at least a bit of excitement, but knew that with no chance at all of being spotted while nude, any thrill would be minimal. Her shirt stayed on. The park she was in now looked quite similar to the one where she'd learned to like being naked in a somewhat risky public setting, but the new park lacked the pedestrians and cars passing by on the adjacent sidewalks and streets which made being naked in the old park so thrilling. The thick hedges at the sides of the park and almost total lack of lighting inside it made for too safe a trip, but Katie thought she would have felt at least some of the excitement missing from the jaunt she had just done if she had done it naked, the way she imagined her fictional counterpart doing it. "It wouldn't have made a bit of difference as far as being seen by anyone," she thought, "but might have made the trip feel more interesting." The following Monday, Katie brought her lunch to the park as usual. She picked up her book to read while eating and was annoyed to see the folded-up piece of paper she had used as a bookmark; on it was a detailed diagram showing her carefully developed route, designed to make it from one end of the park to the other sight unseen. She couldn't believe how much effort she had put into planning the route without ever checking to see if the setting even needed a complicated route to accomplish the goal. What really made her angry was not knowing if her route would have worked if the park hadn't been pitch black and abandoned. She was sure she had worked it all out and had practically been able to see Sally making her imaginary way safely past every potential hazard, but without testing her route in real life she couldn't really know if it would work as well as she expected. "So if it bugs you that much, try it out," she said to herself, challenging her long-dormant daring side, "Do it yourself, it's the only way you'll know." "I already did." "Not in the dead of night, you'd need to do it sometime when it's light enough to see things, or more importantly, to risk possibly being seen! And not clothed, either; it's bound to be easier without the stress being naked would add." Katie looked around furtively. She shuddered as she saw at least thirty people scattered around the park, and those were just the ones she could see! "That's crazy! I can't do that!" she told the reckless side of herself. "If your precious route is so well worked out, it shouldn't make any difference, but if you're not confident in your own work, do it at twilight or dawn." "I guess it might be possible then, but I'd have to scout it out first, and even then I'm not sure..." Her adventurous self challenged her one more time, "Isn't being unsure where the fun is?" Katie ended her internal debate. She unfolded the piece of paper and made a note about the spot where the streetlight and a gap in the hedges lit up part of her route. On Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday, Katie hung around work late enough to assess how busy the park tended to be around dusk. None of her three days of surveillance were encouraging, with guys playing basketball well beyond sunset, not leaving until the last bit of daylight had faded away. She had often seen people playing tennis or handball in the morning, even on days when she came in extra early, but dragged herself out of bed before dawn on Thursday to be at the park in time to see if anyone was around at first light. They were, a dozen or so people practicing Tai Chi together and two men playing handball. She just kept on walking to work, stopping by at the Starbucks in her building's lobby for some much-needed caffeine. Katie wasn't very hopeful of finding any time when the sun was up but the park was sufficiently empty for her to test out her sneaky route through the park, but forced herself to get up Saturday morning, making it to the park right at sunrise. Finding even more people in the park than she'd seen on any of the weekday mornings she'd checked, she turned around and headed back to her apartment, and crawled back into bed. Despite having no faith that Sunday morning would be any more promising, she set her alarm for 5:00 AM to be able to get to the park by 5:30 or so, when twilight would begin. Grumbling to herself all the way to what she expected to be the usual busy park, Katie was already looking forward to going back to bed. She reached the park just about the same time as a man and woman who immediately began playing tennis. Ten minutes later two other men showed up and started playing handball. By the time the sun's rays made it to the park only one other person had arrived, a man who began kicking a soccer ball at the wall of one of the handball courts. She waited another 10 or 15 minutes, but nobody else showed up! "A total of five other people in the entire park, all focused on their own activity, this could actually work," she thought nervously. Katie briefly kicked herself for not being prepared to act on her plan right then and there, but remembered how doubtful she'd been less than an hour earlier about conditions at the park being so favorable. Fully if somewhat haphazardly dressed, with her wallet and phone tucked into the back pockets of her shorts, and wearing sandals instead of running shoes, she definitely wasn't prepared to go streaking. Beyond her oufit being less than ideal, the truth was she wasn't any more prepared mentally or emotionally; this trip was supposed to just be about scouting conditions at the park, she definitely hadn't planned on getting naked during this visit. She still was debating whether or not to do it at all, so she was nowhere near ready to strip down and run around the park! She headed home, but had no luck in going back to sleep... Katie was more distracted during the following work week than she could ever remember being. She was absolutely sure about wanting to try traveling the full length of the park without being spotted, but went back and forth on the question of whether or not she should wear any clothing during her journey. She knew making the trip in the nude was just plain crazy, but also remembered the heightened senses that had come along with being naked when she had done this kind of thing before. She'd never felt more energized than those times she'd been on the verge of being seen by some random passerby while naked. Every sound had felt like it was amplified, and she even felt like her eyesight was sharper; that kind of extra awareness of what was happening around her would be pretty handy! By Friday, Katie was worn out from spending half of her workweek thinking about what to wear, or what not to, during her upcoming visit to the park. Sunday morning seemed to be coming too soon. She slept in Saturday morning, then took a bus to the mall. Other than her lunch, she made only one purchase, another Boyfriend shirt, identical to the one she already owned. After all her deliberations about whether or not to do a true, nude streak, she had come up with an adjustment to her plan. Instead of beginning her trip through the park at the fenced end, she would start at the wooded end, just because it was closer to her apartment. Since she was going to be headed to the fenced end and still hadn't made up her mind whether she'd still be wearing any clothing when she got there, she had decided to stash something to wear near the fence. She walked to the park well after dark Saturday night and found the hiding place for her package she was looking for; she tucked the extra-long shirt, still in its bag from the store, into a gap in the ground below the fence. "There," Katie whispered to herself, "If I'm crazy enough to be naked when I get to the fence tomorrow morning, at least I'll be able to cover up from that point on!" Katie walked home, her preparations for visiting the park complete, other than the decision about whether or not she'd go naked. She was well aware of which way was sensible, or at least less risky. She also knew which way would be more exciting. By the time she was close to falling asleep she was leaning towards going bare, in part because that was how she had first begun trying to figure out if her idea of traveling the length of the park unseen would be possible. The other reason she favored going naked was a feeling that if someone were to catch a glimpse of her, they might not pay much attention if she was clothed; she was certain anyone that spotted a shapely, nearly 6-foot tall woman running through the park wearing nothing but shoes couldn't help but focus on her. Her change of hair color a few months ago from her natural pale blonde to a rich strawberry blonde left her with a mismatch between the hair on her head and her pubes that nobody but her had been lucky enough to see thus far. Since it was at least possible that might change in the next twelve hours, she did away with the discrepancy, shaving every bit of blonde hair off before turning in. Once she'd silenced her alarm at 5:00 AM Sunday, Katie grumbled, "If I ever do something this crazy again, I should at least do it at a civilized hour," but she shuddered at the thought of how many more people would be using the park a few hours later. She managed a smile as she thought about how quickly she was able to get ready for her outing; she put on a pair of socks, running shoes, and her Boyfriend shirt, and was done, other than threading her spare apartment key onto a rubber band and sliding it onto her left arm. During her two block walk to the park, Katie was calmer than she had expected she would be at this point. Her calm wavered slightly as she noticed a light on inside two of the houses she passed. Just the idea that other people were also up and about already made her shiver briefly, but she kept walking, finding a path leading into the woods and stepping into the park. Two minutes later she was at the connection between the woods and the rest of the park. Though she'd decided the night before to make this trip while naked, now that it was time to strip down she didn't find getting out of her shirt easy. Unbuttoning from top to bottom, every button after the third one seemed harder than the previous one to unfasten. By the time she reached the last button, her pulse was racing and her breathing was shallow. "I knew all along this part wouldn't be easy," she reminded herself, "but I can do this, I know I can!" She slipped the long, black shirt off her shoulders, then down her arms. She caught the shirt as it fell completely off, folding it neatly and setting it on a shrub near the opening. She took a deep breath and left the shelter of the woods, heading briskly for the first spot along her route where she'd be out of sight. Katie knew her closest shelter was the tall chain-link fence surrounding the two tennis courts. The fence had plastic strips filling in the fence fabric, though there were a few small pieces missing here and there. She knew you couldn't see much through the gaps unless you put your eye right up against one, so that minor worry wasn't what made her do what she did next. Almost halfway to the safe zone outside of the tennis courts, she abruptly turned and sprinted back to the woods! "What the hell, girl," she whispered, "You've had this planned out for ages, and now you're chickening out?" "NO! Nothing has changed, I just panicked for a minute," she answered herself, "I'm going to do it!" Katie set out on her nude jaunt again. This time she made it all the way to the tennis courts, but froze there for a minute before retreating to the woods once again. "You're being silly," she scolded herself, "just get on with it!" After two false starts, she thought more than a pep talk would be needed to get her to go through with her plan, eventually deciding the one sure way to prevent another retreat was to eliminate any option of turning back. She picked up her shirt and walked further into the wooded area. When she reached her destination she gave herself one last chance to back out, saying, "There's no turning back if I do this, time to decide." Her determination to go through with her plan led her to irrevocably eliminate her option to back out. She dropped her shirt into the creek, watching it float quickly downstream and out of sight! "Ohhh man, I really did it, it's either go through with my plan, going all the way to the fence at the far end of the park, naked until I get to my hidden shirt, or get my ass home before my neighbors are up and about and see me this way!" Since dashing the length of the park totally nude seemed to now be the least embarrassing course of action, Katie took off for the tennis courts again, this time continuing past both courts and turning right toward the center of the park. Katie paused behind a small storage shed before committing to cross to the other side of the park. Listening for any sign that she wasn't alone in the park, she had trouble at first making out what she was hearing, finally realizing it was the sound of a handball game as well as the sound of one person slowly dribbling a basketball. She was still a long way from the basketball courts, so she didn't worry too much about that problem, not yet. A peek around the edge of the shed confirmed that the handball game was happening on the opposite side of the wall from where she planned on crossing to the opposite side of the park, also not a problem. The scariest problem Katie was currently facing was one she hadn't heard coming; a man and a woman, rackets in hand, walking toward the gate into the tennis court. As soon as Katie saw the couple walking her way she ducked further from the edge of the shed. She waited behind the shelter provided by the shed as the couple opened the gate just a few feet away and walked onto the court. Katie could hear their conversation as they walked past her on the other side of the fence, just about as loud as her heartbeat. She wanted nothing more than to get away from there but remembered that the gate had no infill, just plain chain link fencing, so she waited for them to begin playing. When she heard the tennis players getting started on actually playing, Katie dashed to the empty handball court and ducked behind the low side wall. She peeked over the wall, looking back to the tennis courts to see if there was any sign she'd been spotted; the game sounded like it was continuing, so she stood up to continue on her way to the space beyond the amphitheater's backdrop. Before moving on she listened to the handball players on the other side of the high wall. When she had conceived of this trip it hadn't occurred to her that she might be so close to other park users while naked! "It would be so easy," she whispered to herself, "four or five steps and they'd be able to see me!" Katie fought off the sudden urge to flash the handball players and moved on to the space beyond the back wall of the amphitheater, where she paused to settle herself down a bit. "Where the hell did that come from," she wondered, still breathing hard, "when the whole concept here is seeing if I can do this without being seen?" She knew herself well enough to know how excited the risk of being caught made her, but to just willingly let someone only a few feet away see her in the nude? This was something new! After a minute or two, she calmed down enough to have some fun before moving on. She stepped up on the stage and tried to summon up some of the moves learned in her long-ago ballet classes, mostly forgotten in the fifteen years since her last class. Even without having an audience, being on the stage led her to imagine how real performers must feel performing nude scenes with an actual audience gawking at them, surprised to feel a little thrill as she thought about what it would be like! Climbing down from the stage, Katie noticed for the first time that the direct rays of the sun were now reaching the ground of the park wherever no structure was blocking them. The areas with no shadows were danger zones for her, threatening to light up her pale white body and her head of strawberry blonde hair like she was on fire. She strained to hear what was going on at the two basketball courts, which she needed to get around or through to get near her hidden shirt. She could now hear more players' voices and several balls being dribbled. There were tall fences at both ends of the courts, making the spaces beyond the baselines safe enough and bleachers along one side of each court. Luckily for Katie, both sets of bleachers were placed in the space between the two courts, leaving her a sort of alley between the back of the bleachers where she could safely make it back to the center path of the park. Trying to make as little noise as possible, Katie walked quickly to the alley between the basketball courts and turned into it. It seemed like a dream to be able to hear games going on at either side of her but still be unseen; her dream turned scary just before she reached the end of the bleachers. She heard a man complaining, "Really dude? You just got here, like five minutes ago." Another voice answered, apologetic but insisting he needed to step out. Katie was thankful she wasn't running when she saw one of the players trotting out past the end of the bleachers, immediately turning right, apparently on his way to the restrooms. "Oh. My. God, if he'd even glanced to his left," Katie thought, "he can't have been more than six feet away from me! As scary as her latest near-miss was, she took advantage of how quickly he ran off to the men's room to get herself to the opposite side of the same building, not to hide in the women's room, but to get closer to the fence and her backup shirt. The toilet room building was only ten feet from the fence, but a little bit beyond where she'd stashed the shirt. She waited for the basketball player to get back to his game, then set out for her shirt. Katie was close enough to see a little of the bag her shirt was in, but had to back off when a car pulled up just outside the fence, practically on top of her bag. Hearing four car doors slam shut with not enough time to get to the far side of the toilet room building, she took refuge in the only shelter nearby, a small concession stand directly in line with the park entrance. Hugging the back wall of the small building, she could do nothing but hope the people entering the park didn't look her way on their way to whatever it was they were here to do. The next few minutes were other-worldly for Katie; she watched two couples carrying tennis rackets pass by her, less than eight feet away, never looking to where she was helplessly trying to blend in with the shed and not breathe too loudly! As worried as the new arrivals made Katie, she didn't even notice at first that with her back to the building, she could see most of the park, including the two men at the handball court, playing a long point, each with their back to her, no more than 60 feet away! "If either of them misses a ball and turns to track it down..." she thought, "they'll get to see me after all!" Once she was sure the new tennis players were far enough away that they wouldn't be able to hear her, Katie raced to retrieve her shirt before even more people arrived. As she approached her hidden bag she felt a fair amount of pride about having reached her goal of traveling the complete length of the park unseen, naked all the way! She was also pleased with herself for being wise enough to place backup clothing there at the end of her trip; knowing she had something to wear at the far end of the park, combined with her somewhat rash disposal of her original shirt had given her a huge incentive to go all the way! As she reached for the bag, Katie noticed that the low-contrast dawn light that had covered the park when she arrived had by now been replaced with clear, direct sunlight, making getting into the only bit of clothing available to her as soon as possible absolutely critical. She remembered the state she'd left the shirt in when she hid the bag, fully buttoned and with the sleeves tied together! She heard another couple of cars arriving on the other side of the fence, and hoped she would be screened by the ivy-covered fence long enough to make the shirt wearable; she would definitely have to wait until later to celebrate her accomplishment! Katie's triumphant feeling at making it all the way through the park in the nude but unseen vanished as soon as she picked up the bag; it was obviously empty, weighing just about nothing. Her disbelief that this could be happening was strong enough that she untied the flaps and looked inside, as if she had just misjudged the weight and her shirt might actually be there inside after all. She wanted to scream, but knew better, and stayed hunched down next to the fence, hoping the latest arrivals might not notice the dazed naked woman cowering a dozen feet from the gate. Katie was grateful to see the four men entering the park were focused on the handball courts further into the park, giving her a moment to think about what to do next. She looked and listened for any more new threats as she considered her options, none of which were very promising. "I could go back the way I came, but with all of the tennis and handball courts now in use my chances of making it back to the woods without being seen seem poor at best." Or, I could get out of the park at this end, and hope to encounter fewer people out on the sidewalk than I might here in the park..." "Or, I could give up right from the start on not being seen at all and just sprint straight from here to the woods, hoping to not be in anybody's sight long enough for them to be able to recognize me." As hard as she had worked to keep herself from being spotted, Katie was surprised at how tempted she was to take the one option all but certain to give a bunch of strangers at least a brief look at her naked body. She imagined how it would feel to pass close to some of them, even needing to slow down or stop briefly if her way was blocked! Exciting as this option seemed, she was a little too worried about how the people she'd be flashing might react to the sight of her running by in the nude to actually dare choose it. Katie thought her odds of getting away unseen were best if she left the park at this end and made her way home via the sidewalk between the park and the side street. She was dismayed that despite walking along that route almost every day to and from work, she couldn't remember enough detail about the neighborhood around the park to feel confident about what or who she'd be likely to cross paths with. While thinking about the sidewalk option, she thought for the first time about her route home beyond the park, "Oh, shit, how could I not have thought of it before...I have to get all the way back to my apartment like this!" Knowing her route beyond the park was even longer than her route through the park itself, she decided to stick with the devil she knew as far as she could, trying to work her way back inside the park to the woods without being seen. "At least I know it's possible," she whispered to herself as she stood up and tried to psych herself up to head for the alley between the two basketball courts. She took off, leaving the fence behind, and raced toward the space between the courts, just in time to make three young men coming off one of the courts very glad that they'd agreed to get up so early. She stopped so abruptly she nearly fell over. The three men, walking, had no problem stopping to enjoy their unexpected treat! Katie felt her face flush as she and her three admirers faced off, about eight feet apart. Without intending to, the men had pretty well blocked her intended path. The sudden appearance of a tall, hot, naked young woman, right on their way to get a drink of water, left them all speechless. She was less tongue-tied, blurting out, "Oh, Hell no! I need to get the fuck out of here!" She acted on her instinct to get out of the park as quickly as she possibly could, turning and sprinting back to the opening in the fence and turning right the second she reached the sidewalk beyond. As low as the fence was and as tall as she was, the three lucky men got to enjoy the sight of her boobs bouncing as she ran for another ten seconds, until she finally made it to the shelter provided by the hedges along the side street. Once she was sure she couldn't be seen by anyone inside the park, Katie paused to catch her breath and study as much of her route home as she could see. The first thing she noticed was the complete lack of cars parked on this part of the street, meaning she had exactly zero places to hide if anyone came along while she was still next to the park. "Better not hang around here long or I'll be seen again for sure," she told herself, though she was beginning to think she might as well accept the fact that her being seen by at least a few other people before she made it home was no longer in her control, if it ever actually had been once she tossed her shirt into the creek; it might not happen, but it also might. Katie had jogged past almost half of the park without being spotted as far as she could tell when a faint whirring noise caught her attention, slowly but steadily growing louder. A look over her shoulder cleared up the mystery -- a pair of bicyclists were closing in on her from behind, serious road bikers, judging by their bikes and full lycra jerseys and shorts. Serious bikers they may have been, but Katie could tell they weren't riding hard right now, as they were taking their own sweet time passing her. When they finally pulled up alongside Katie, she was able to tell one rider was male and one female. Riding at Katie's jogging pace, the man looked her over and said, "Looking good, very cool!" In the context of this strange encounter, Katie felt it would be rude not to answer at all, so she nodded her head and replied, "Thanks, I guess. I didn't exactly plan to be doing this, at least not this way." The man pulled forward and the woman pulled up alongside Katie. Grinning at the naked jogger, she winked and said, "Looking VERY good, sexy as fuck, girl!" A little flustered by the tone the very fit woman riding next to her was setting, Katie still managed a reply, saying, "Thanks! You too!" Their conversation was interrupted by the appearance of a car approaching, still some distance off but likely to be close enough to get a good look at Katie very soon. The male cyclist motioned for his companion to pull up close to him, while he was adjusting his speed to place himself between Katie and the car. Both cyclists kept adjusting their position relative to Katie's to block the car's occupants from being able to see her, as much as they could. "Thanks a lot," she shouted to the pair of cyclists once the car was far enough away to not be a concern. "Glad to help," the man replied, "but you're on your own again now, this is our turn." The two riders turned left onto a side street, immediately picking up their pace. Katie watched the unsettling but helpful cyclists disappear down their new path, distracted long enough to miss noticing for a while another person out for a run, a man on the same sidewalk as her, heading her way. She was still in the no-shelter zone next to the park, so there was nowhere for her to hide. Slowing down would only delay their meeting slightly and would actually prolong her exposure, and she was feeling too drained by all her recent encounters to try to sprint past him. She just kept jogging, watching for the moment they were close enough for him to see what she wasn't wearing. "There it is," Katie thought with some satisfaction as she saw the man briefly break his stride and begin to focus intently on the naked jogger in his path. In another twenty seconds, Katie and the latest lucky member of her audience were only a few yards apart; she broke the ice, trying to be as casual about this decidedly bizarre situation she'd put herself in, saying, "Hey!" She noticed her fellow runner was slowing down, and began to do the same herself! "Uh, good morning," the man replied, now practically stopped. "So far, yeah, it's been a pretty nice one," she answered as they crossed paths at a slow walking pace. "Do you have far to go?" the man asked, sounding concerned. "Nah, I should be home pretty soon," "Okay then, have a nice day," was all the man could think to say, then added, "See you around sometime!" "Maybe," she said, already picking up her pace again, thinking to herself, "but probably not like this!" By the time her encounter with the runner had ended, Katie was past the end of the park. She was relieved to see that now that she had reached the residential part of the street there were some cars parked along the street and assorted landscaping to hide behind if she needed to. She thought she might be needing somewhere to hide very soon as she noticed a man turn from a cross street onto her sidewalk, but soon saw that he was going in the same direction as she was. Katie was forced to slow down to avoid catching up to the man, who was moving at a very slow walking pace while taking three small dogs for a walk. After slowing to a leisurely stroll, she was almost caught again by a woman leaving her house and heading for one of the cars parked on the street a few houses ahead of where she stood. Katie managed to sneak between two other parked cars in time to avoid being seen, barely. She decided to accept yet another bystander seeing her pass by in the nude rather than risk the open-ended possibilities inherent in continuing to dawdle behind the dog walker, including the risk that he might just double back and get a good look at her anyway! Intending to give the dog walker as limited a view of her body for as short a time as possible, Katie picked up speed, planning on blowing past him before he had a chance to turn to see who was coming up behind him. Her plan might have worked if his two toy poodles and a Shih Tzu hadn't been such erratic walkers; all three dogs wandered into her path just as she was about to pass them. She slid to a halt in time to avoid being tripped up by the cluster of leashes, but her right leg was tangled up in at least two of the leashes almost immediately as the poodles scampered around her. Instead of allowing the owner of the pesky dogs a brief look at her backside, Katie was now standing face to face with him and trapped. "What do you think you're doing, you could have hurt my babies," the man shouted. Katie was sure getting into a shouting match with an angry little man about who was to blame for her getting tied up by his annoying little dogs would never have been a good idea, and was an even worse one considering her current complete lack of clothing. She tried to calm the man down while she worked on getting her leg free, quietly saying, "I'm really sorry, I thought I had room to pass you without getting tangled. I'll be out of your hair as soon as I can get my foot free." Her calm only seemed to anger him more, as he yelled at her again, "And why aren't you wearing any clothes? I remember when this was a good neighborhood, where you could be safe going for a walk without having to worry about some naked slut crashing into you!" Her foot finally freed, Katie gritted her teeth and calmly said, "Once again, I am very sorry to have disturbed you, have a good day," instead of what she felt like saying, which she hadn't finalized but definitely would have included some combination of, "fuck off," "stupid little dogs," and "pathetic little man." She took off jogging again, leaving the man sputtering on his own. With no complications over the last couple of blocks, Katie was relieved to finally turn onto her own street. She paused to see if there was any activity at the houses of the handful of neighbors she knew but was relieved to see none. Katie dashed to the subdivided house her apartment was in, scanning her surroundings as she went to be sure there were still no neighbors watching this last bit of her exposure. She bounded up the porch steps and dashed to the door to the second-floor apartments. Sweating and shivering, she unlocked the door and stepped inside, looking back over her shoulder one more time at the quiet street. Safely indoors for the first time in what seemed like a lifetime, she sat on the stairs and quivered for a minute, her legs shaking when she started up the stairs. Though she was alone in the hall, in this setting she somehow felt her nudity more intensely than she had during her various interactions with strangers in the last half-hour! She had lost count of how many people had seen her naked this morning, but as she put her key in the lock on her apartment door, she smiled, taking some comfort in the fact that at least the people who saw her were all strangers; as embarrassing as being seen naked had been, and being honest with herself, as exciting, even arousing as parts of her journey had been, at least she didn't need to worry about anyone she knew being aware of what she'd been up to! After turning the key but before opening her door, a chill went down Katie's spine as she heard the creaking sound of a door opening behind her, followed by the familiar gravelly voice of Mrs. Lefkin, her elderly neighbor across the hall asking, "Oh, good morning, Katie, did you have yourself a naughty Saturday night?" Katie knew very little about Mrs. Lefkin; for all she knew her first name was actually 'Mrs.' Two things she did know about her: Mrs. Lefkin knew everyone on the block, and she liked nothing better than to trade gossip.

Kerry is Tempted Back to the Club byLuckyDave1066© Life had returned to something like normal for Kerry. She was working only at her "real" job as an administrative assistant for an engineering firm; five months had passed since her brief career as a part-time stripper had ended, and though her budget was a little tighter than it had been for a few months back in the summer she thought it was probably a good thing she'd given up her secret side gig before anyone she knew caught on to how she was spending her evenings. "I only took that job to find out if Tony was cheating on me," she reminded herself whenever she caught herself daydreaming about her short but memorable time getting naked for tips. While it was true the original reason for taking the job had been to catch her husband misbehaving, it was harder for her to explain away how frequently she found herself reminiscing about her experiences, and how exciting they still were several months later. Though the breakup of her marriage caused by his serial infidelities was still a source of pain, she was glad she'd found out about his behavior before they had a mortgage or children. More and more she was relieved to have left Tony, and tended to lump her time as a dancer together with the less savory side of her soon to be officially ex-husband. Thrilling as it sometimes had been, she was sure her time entertaining a club full of men was over. The only signs visible at her job of the upheavals she'd been experiencing were her occasional distraction when someone or something reminded her of her recent troubles, her lack of a wedding ring, Tony's complete absence (in person as well as conversations) and a few changes in how she dressed. Though nothing blatant, several of the men in her office noticed Kerry sometimes wore shorter skirts than she used to or had fastened a button or two less of her blouse than she typically had before. The changes were subtle, but noticeable to the predominately male staff she worked with; none of them minded the occasional peek of a lacy bra or tops of her thigh high stockings. The Thursday after Veteran's day was a day like any other for Kerry; she had a full load of typing up project field reports, helping to assemble proposals for new projects and filing meeting minutes; being busy was her preference, so she was enjoying keeping herself occupied by it all. The comfortable ordinariness of the day came to an abrupt end when she answered the phone late in the afternoon and immediately recognized the voice of Nick, the owner of the club she had danced at! After a short exchange of pleasantries, Nick explained why he was calling, "I know it's a long shot, but I was wondering if, hoping really, you'd be available to come back and work a few hours tomorrow night? I know you said you were done dancing but I'm pretty desperate right now, the flu has knocked most of our dancers out, I'll be lucky to have more than two girls working tomorrow and there's a bachelor party scheduled." "Looking around to be sure nobody was within earshot, Kerry answered, "Nothing personal, but I don't think that's such a good idea, it was in no way your fault, but I was in a pretty bad place when I was working for you. I'm trying to get my life back to normal, and I don't see returning to stripping as a step in that direction." "I get it, your time working at my place isn't going to make it onto your resume," said Nick; "Like I said, I wouldn't have bothered you if I wasn't desperate." "I'm a little insulted to hear I'm only worth contacting when you're desperate!" Kerry joked. "You know that's not what I meant," Nick replied, "you're more than good enough to dance in my club anytime. I thought you might be tempted to make a comeback for just a couple hours, especially for what these guys are willing to pay. You'd be getting $900 from the 10 of them besides tips. I'll throw in another $500 myself just to be able to keep the rest of the club open on a Friday night." "Wow, that's way, way more than my best night was when I was working for you, but I've never worked a party like that, or for that matter even any weekend nights. I tend to think those guys will be expecting a bit more than a striptease or two." "They can expect whatever they want, but the only things I'm asking you to do are dance, get nude and give a few of them lap dances. Two or three sets together with some time hanging out should cover the time they're scheduled for." Taking her silence as a sign she might yet be persuadable, Nick pressed on, "I've got a new bouncer I'd station in the room, he's a former NFL lineman, so I don't think anyone attending the party will get too far out of line. If the two guys who came in to book the party are any indication of what the group is like they seem like a fairly tame bunch." "I can't believe I'm even considering it, but let me think about it; when do you need to know by?" "Any time before 8 PM tonight would be okay, thanks for not just saying no way and hanging up!" After her conversation with Nick, Kerry was too distracted by the turn her afternoon had taken to get much work done. The last hour and a half of her time in the office was dominated by her thinking about Nick's offer. By the time she left the office she had more or less decided against even the brief return to stripping Nick had proposed; by the time her commute home was over she was about ready to call Nick and tell him she wouldn't be able to help him out. But... She looked at the clock in her car as she arrived at her apartment complex at the end of her drive home; still only 5:50, "He said he needed to know by 8:00 tonight, no need to let him know just yet." Not looking forward to calling with bad news, she told herself, "I'll call him right after dinner." Thinking back on her time as a dancer as she prepared her meal it occurred to her that the negative feelings she had about it were largely due to it having been all about Tony and her reactions to his behavior. The brief stint she was now considering would have nothing to do with him; if she went ahead with this it would be because she wanted to. Did she actually want to? "I guess I do, at least a little bit," she thought, "I remember being curious about what went on at that kind of party when I was working in the club, but never being around one since I never worked on weekends." As she thought more about it, she remembered seeing a movie years and years earlier with a bachelor party scene featuring strippers and having fantasized once or twice about being in that situation. She wondered if that all but forgotten fantasy might have been part of why she had been willing to work as a stripper at all. Just as a practical matter, she knew the money Nick had mentioned would be pretty handy; without Tony's income she was barely able to keep current on her bills. She was making adjustments wherever she could, but just her rent and car payment took most of her paycheck; the extra boost in her income would let her catch up on her bills and maybe even save a little. By the time Kerry had finished dinner and cleaned up, she had talked herself into taking Nick up on his offer! Her voice was a little shaky as she said hello, but she gave him the news he was hoping for. She quivered as she hung up, amazed at what she'd just agreed to. Once she made her decision Kerry threw herself into preparing herself to be exposed from head to toe. There was extensive bathing, slathering her skin with various lotions, washing and conditioning her hair, new polish for all her nails, and removal of hair in areas nobody had seen recently but several men would be having a good look at in around 24 hours. Never having been the entertainment at a party, she wasn't sure which of her outfits would be best, so she just threw all her stripper gear into a duffle bag. With all her physical preparations complete, Kerry sat down at her computer and began to research bachelor parties to get a better idea of what typically went on at one. It only took a few minutes watching videos and reading stories to thoroughly freak her out; she couldn't imagine doing most of what she saw, no way. Scenarios featuring strippers having all manner of sex with a roomful of strangers were way beyond anything she could handle. Thinking back to Nick's far less extreme list of her duties calmed her down and she did actually find a few ideas she might be able to use if the party was going well. Friday might have been her least productive day at work ever. She was distracted, nervous and excited all at once. She caught herself zoning out thinking about her upcoming evening several times, staring at nothing in particular until some voice or noise brought her back to awareness of her present situation. She was lucky in that it was a particularly quiet afternoon, with over half of her co-workers taking the afternoon off for a golf outing. She left work at her usual time, 5:30, and after a quick stop at a store to pick up a few things headed straight to "The Doll Haus", hoping to get there well before the scheduled start time for the party. Kerry thought the hour-plus drive seemed shorter than usual; it was nice that at least being incredibly nervous made the drudgery of her commute to the club go by more quickly than usual. After arriving she sat in her car a few minutes, feeling a little like backing out and knowing she wouldn't once she went inside. Taking a deep breath, she opened the car door, stepped out, took her duffle bag from the trunk and went in the employee entrance. After dropping her duffle bag in the dancer's dressing room she went to find Nick, wanting to verify what was expected of her and where she could draw the line if the group pushed her beyond her comfort zone. She found him at the bar and had a reassuring talk, confirming her right to refuse any demands she wasn't comfortable with. She could feel the tension leave her and relaxed more than she'd been able to since Nick's call yesterday. With well over an hour to go before the start of the party, she had time for a glass of wine, which relaxed her a bit more. She was almost done with her wine when Nick pointed out a man at the end of the bar, "Looks like the first guest at your party has arrived, he came in to make the reservation last week. I asked him to bring a list of guys attending the party, I'll go see if he's brought it." As Nick talked with the partygoer Kerry studied him; pretty good looking, clearly in good shape, wearing a polo shirt, chinos, loafers. He looked pretty respectable at first glance, but her previous stint stripping had taught her that when in close proximity to a good looking naked woman respectable looking didn't necessarily mean well behaved. Nick finished his conversation with the party guest and came back to join Kerry, waving a piece of paper. "Here's the list of guys expected for your party," he said, "looks like a couple guys dropped out, I only count eight names." Kerry took the paper from Nick and quickly confirmed the count, pleased to have two fewer guys to keep happy even if it meant a somewhat smaller payday. After she noted the number she began looking at the names; Nick could see right away there was a problem as the color drained from her face. He knew it was something big when she dropped the paper and ran off to the dressing room without saying a word. He picked up the paper and followed her to the dressing room. "What's going on, what's wrong?" he asked after catching up with her. "There's just no way I can be the entertainment for the group listed on that sheet of paper. Completely out of the question! I'm really sorry to leave you in the lurch like this, but I need to get out of here." "Hold on, tell me what's wrong," Nick asked, "you were fine with the plan just a minute ago." "Nick, five out of the eight names on the list are co-workers of mine at my real job!" Kerry sobbed, "I'd never be able to show my face there again! I remember now, Jason is getting married this weekend, his fiance must be from this area." "If you can't, you can't," Nick said, "but what if you wore a wig and mask like you did here before when you didn't want your husband to recognize you?" "I don't know, these guys see me every day, and even if they didn't see through the disguise I'm not sure if I could make myself strip in front of them!" "I understand, I really do, but this really sucks. I'll have to pull Debbie off the floor to work the party, leaving only Gina on the stage as a one-woman rotation. That just won't work, I'll have to shut down the club except for the party." As Nick slumped in a chair across from Kerry's dressing area she thought back to the last time she danced here. Her disguise had been good enough to fool Tony, who had seen her naked hundreds of times. She also remembered how stripping right in front of him without him realizing who he was watching had turned her on in a way she'd never experienced before. She began to think she could pull it off and felt a shiver go through her as she imagined being surrounded by the same men at work next Monday; would they let her in on how they'd spent their Friday night? The idea that they might tell her all about the hot stripper at Jason's bachelor party, oblivious to the fact they worked with her every day was too delicious! "I'll do it, disguised," Kerry said, almost too softly for Nick to hear, "Try to get them liquored up before I go on, and explain the mask by giving them a story about me being a local girl who doesn't want her family to find out she's working as a stripper." "You got it, and thanks, I owe you one!" said Nick before he dashed off to tell the bartender to treat the partygoers to an open bar before the party started. With around an hour to go before the start time the three early arrivals happily took advantage of the unexpected freebie. Kerry was deep in preparations by the time most of her private audience arrived. She went about as dramatic as she ever did with her makeup, trying to look as little like a respectable receptionist as possible. The wardrobe choices she set out had a similar tendency, avoiding anything like a slutty office worker vibe, though she thought considering what she was getting ready for perhaps that description was appropriate! She had just finished dressing for her first set when Nick returned, telling her: "They're all here, and most of them have got a good head start on free drinks at the bar while they were waiting for the groom and best man to show up, apparently they had a hard time getting free after the rehearsal dinner. Even if they could recognize you there's a fair chance that by tomorrow morning a lot of them won't remember anything that went on here tonight. Anytime you're ready I'll introduce you and give them a little talk covering the house rules. "Ready as I'm ever likely to be, let's do this!" said Kerry, sounding more enthusiastic than she felt. She hovered outside the party room while Nick reminded them about the house rules and Terrell the bouncer, specifically how much they should want to avoid doing anything to require Terrell to intervene. Once the warnings were out of the way Nick had Terrell collect the guest's cell phones, telling them that a phone-free environment would allow everyone present to relax and enjoy themselves more fully. He then motioned for Kerry to come into the room as he gave "Elise" an introduction, explaining her Mardis Gras style mask as necessary to keep her line of work a secret from her family and encouraged the party-goers to make it worth her while. With Nick's intro out of the way, Kerry strutted in to a warm round of shouts, whistles and catcalls. Without letting her concern show, she wondered if encouraging them to get drunk had been a good idea. "Oh well, too late to worry about that now," she thought as she made a lap around the room. For her first outfit she had chosen a tight cropped t-shirt, lacy red bra, matching lace thong and some really short denim shorts; judging by the reaction it seemed her audience approved. Kerry enjoyed the warm welcome, but knew however much they liked her current look the guys were more interested in seeing her clothes hit the floor than how they looked on her. By the end of the first song, she had begun heading in the direction they were hoping for, pulling her top over her head and tossing it into a corner of the room. As the next song came over the speakers Kerry made a trip around the room, alternating between a couple ways of teasing her guests. For some, she leaned on their shoulders and waved her lace-covered boobs in their face, just an inch or two away from making contact; others were treated to her grinding her butt on their lap for a while. She was pleased to be able to feel unmistakable evidence the guys who got a mini lap dance were enjoying her act so far. Once she had given each guest some individual attention she moved to the center room, surrounded by the couches lining the space; she unsnapped and unzipped her shorts, then a little at a time worked them down, alternating between the left side and the right until her thong-clad ass was fully revealed. She let the shorts drop to the floor and kicked them over to the same corner her shirt had landed in, enjoying a new round of cheering and clapping. Her ensemble reduced to some skimpy lingerie, Kerry started another trip around the room, this time concentrating on performing short lap dances for each of the guests. She was surprised how much more clearly she could feel their erections now that she was free of her shorts, then noticed that several of them had unbuttoned their pants and unzipped them as well! She wasn't sure if this latest development was just meant to improve their experience or if it was intended as an invitation for her to get more directly involved; she just continued her grinding tour around the room without comment, though she had to admit to herself that their adjustment did make her work more enjoyable. Once her latest trip around the room was finished she went back to the middle of the space and teased her audience a while with several false starts at sliding her bra's straps down off her shoulders, drawing groans from the crowd, before finally, slowly, taking the straps down to stay, sliding her arms free. She strode over to the couch where Jason and Dan, his best man and one of the younger engineers in her office, were sitting. She turned and sat back on Dan's lap; holding her bra's cups in place, she asked him to help her out with the hooks. He was glad to help, deftly popping the hooks apart. She hopped off his lap and onto Jason's, keeping the bra in place but sliding her hands back so the cups were uncovered. She leaned back so her head was next to Jason's and asked if he'd like to finish taking her bra off. He grinned and nodded his head, then reached around her to cup her breasts; taking his time, he squeezed Kerry's breasts lightly a few times before getting on with pulling her bra off entirely. Though she wished Jason had taken longer to get her bra off, she found herself really getting turned on by being topless in front of half the men in her office! "If they only knew," she thought, "I'd love to see the look on their faces if I took off my mask!" Now wearing only a tiny thong, Kerry made another lap around the room, this time giving each guest a short lap dance while facing them. She put her arms around each man's neck and pulled herself tight to them, grinding her chest side to side against them before moving on to the next guest! Towards the end of her lap around the room Tim, a drafter in her office, joked with her during his turn that the rule about not being able to touch her really sucked. "Be patient," she replied with a sly smile, "there might be some more opportunity for audience participation after I take a little break!" As she left Tim behind she noticed the head of his dick sticking up out of the waistband of his boxers! She couldn't help staring, trying to work out whether the boxers were riding low or if Tim was particularly well endowed; she filed the question away as a puzzle to be solved later, if at all. The buildup of arousal in both the group of party guests and more troubling, in her, made her glad she was about to have a break. Her latest round of dances completed, she made an announcement: "I need to take a break to change, and.." One of the guys shouted an interruption, "Don't change! We love you as you are!" Kerry laughed and replied, "Okay, wise ass, thanks for that. As I was trying to say, I need to get a few things ready for our next round of fun! Be sure to have some food and drink up before the second half of our party starts!" Taking a quick rest back in the dressing room, Kerry tried to calm down and let her pulse settle down. Being exposed in front of her co-workers, even just topless, had turned out to be even more stimulating than she'd expected. Seeing Tim's erection was another surprise, she hadn't expected that from him, at work he always seemed pretty quiet, even formal. Whatever she thought tonight was going to be like, the situation she was in now was like some separate universe with its own set of rules for her to figure out on the fly. The party guests snacked and caught up with their drinking in Kerry's absence; they had been too absorbed in her performance to think about their drinks, but now they made up for lost time. By the time she returned most of them were on their second drink of the intermission. A loud cheer greeted Kerry as she entered the room for the second half of the party. She had on an outfit technically similar to one she might wear in the office; sweater, skirt, button down blouse, camisole, stockings, bra and panties. Though each item was a type of garment similar to her everyday look, these particular pieces of clothing were practically the definition of not safe for work. The sweater was more of a fishnet cover-up, the skirt a clingy knit barely long enough to cover her butt, the blouse lightweight silk and practically transparent, the camisole similar to the blouse but even more sheer, the stockings sheer black with some fine lace at their tops, the bra a lacy black shelf bra, the panties really just a g-string barely able to cover Kerry's pussy. Between all the various layers she was covered pretty well other than her legs, which the guys never came close to seeing this much of at work. Acknowledging her fans with a broad smile and a wave, Kerry set a duffle bag down near the entrance to the room and danced her way to the center of the space. She motioned for the guys to quiet down so she could say something. "Thanks a lot, you fellas are great. Does all this noise mean you want me to get naked?" The predictable roar confirmed that they did. "Well then, we should get going on that! Notice I said WE? I'd like you all to help me out of all these clothes; I'm wearing enough items right now for you each to remove one, how does that sound? The cheering confirmed that they'd be happy to assist. "Alright, lets get started!" she said with a smile, hoping they didn't notice her trembling. She headed over to one of the three guys she didn't know and sat on his lap with her back to him. After a while grinding her butt on his lap she told him it was time to help her undress. He slipped the sweater off her shoulders, taking his time removing it, massaging her shoulders and arms as it came off. One garment removed, she stood up and motioned for quiet again, then said, "I forgot one small detail. You guys all seem pretty enlightened, I imagine you believe in equal opportunities for men and women, right?" A positive but more subdued response, perhaps thinking about their wives and girlfriends currently at their own party. "That being the case, I was thinking if you get to remove a piece of my clothing it would seem fair for me to be able to do the same for you, how does that sound? A pause, then some pretty enthusiastic cheering. "Good, then we're in agreement!" She pointed at the man holding her sweater and said, "You owe me! Since we hadn't worked out the terms before we started I'll go easy on you for now." She knelt in front of him and untied his shoes, slipped them off and tossed them into the middle of the room. Next up was another of the guys she didn't know. He received her standard grinding on his lap for a minute or so before she stopped gyrating and asked him to pick a piece of clothing. He pointed at her blouse; she nodded and leaned back against him as he reached around her and began undoing buttons. Kerry thought he was taking a lot longer with the buttons near her boobs than was strictly necessary, but didn't really mind. Once he'd finished unbuttoning the blouse he pulled it back over her shoulders and off her arms, draping it around his neck once he had finished removing it. Though her camisole covered almost as much as her blouse, with one less layer covering the sheer fabric of the camisole she was now giving the guys a pretty clear look at her nipples. "My turn!" she said as soon as he was done. She slipped off his lap, gripped the already opened waistband of his pants and yanked them down and completely off, working them over his shoes. Next in line was Rory, a structural engineer from her office. She gave him the standard lap dance followed by an invitation to take off a piece of her clothing, and was surprised when he went for her shoes; surprised and a little disappointed. She took his pants as well. Her next stop was the last guy she didn't work with, the best looking of the men present in her opinion. She gave him a little more intense dance than the others she'd done so far and was pleased when he told her he wanted her skirt. She smiled and stepped off his lap, turned to face him and leaned her forehead against his, telling him to go ahead and take it. He lifted the hem of her camisole enough to get to the top of her skirt, maybe a little more, then slipped four fingers and the palm of each hand inside the skirt and hooked his thumbs over the skirt's top edge. He slid the skirt ever so slowly down over her ass, with his open hands massaging her cheeks as they glided down towards her legs. Besides the pleasure she was getting from having this good looking stranger fondle her ass, she was excited knowing her co-workers were all watching as her skirt fell to the floor and her ass came into view. After stepping out of the skirt she took the stranger's pants, a little more slowly and with more physical contact than she had used before. A little bit flustered by now, Kerry strutted over to give Larry, their office bookkeeper his turn. She was surprised when he chose to not chose to help strip her. He said he was here to party with Jason and the rest of the guys, but knew his wife would be upset if he did anything too raunchy. She kissed him on the cheek and told him his wife was a lucky woman before moving across the room to Tim. Kerry was surprised but happy to see Tim hadn't bothered to cover up the head of his penis, still sticking up past the waistband of his boxers; if anything even more of his hard on was now out in the open, and he'd already slipped out of his pants! She put a little more intensity into his lap dance, surprising herself as much as him as she squirmed her way back on his lap until his cock was nestled snugly between her ass cheeks! She recognized she was getting into dangerous territory and reluctantly climbed off his lap and asked if he'd like to remove an article of her clothing. "I think I'll take your camisole," he said, smiling. She sat back on his lap and raised her arms as he wrapped his arms around her waist and slipped his hands under the hem of the smooth silk. He lifted the hem by sliding his hands up the front of her body, running his fingers over her uncovered nipples as he went. He lifted her camisole over her head and outstretched arms and draped it over his shoulder. Breathing rapidly and blushing deeply at having just been felt up in plain view by a co-worker while several others watched, it took Kerry a minute to be able to tell Tim what she wanted to take off him, but since he'd already taken his pants off the decision of what to remove was an easy one for her. "Those boxers are mine!" she said with a grin. She knelt in front of him and ran her fingertips up his thighs, tickling his balls lightly on the way up to grip the waistband, then pulled the boxers down his legs and off, sending them to join her collection in the middle of the room. She searched her memories of the fairly small number of erections she'd been this close to in her young life and decided the one Tim was now showing to half the office was the most impressive she had ever seen. Down to just a bra which put her nipples on display, a tiny g-string and a pair of stockings, Kerry sauntered over to the couch where Jason and Dan sat. Approaching the best man first, she pressed his legs together and straddled them, leaning forward to rub her breasts on his chest while grinding her pussy over his erection, which though easily seen and felt was safely covered by his pants. She let herself enjoy some time dry humping him before sliding off and asking if he'd care to take a piece of clothing off her. He made a show of being unable to decide before pointing at her bra. She sat on his lap with her back towards him and resumed her slow grind on his erection. He slipped her bra's straps down off her shoulders, slowly sliding them down each arm, past the elbow and finally over her hands. She leaned over to give him access to the hooks. He wrapped his left arm around her waist and raised his forearm up to hold what little fabric there was in place as he popped the hooks on the band around her back loose. He brought his right hand around her and cupped the underside of her right breast, slowly raising his thumb beyond the bra's lacy edge to caress her nipple; when Kerry didn't object to this level of gratuitous contact he repeated the process at her left breast, letting the skimpy bra drop away entirely. She lost track of time for a while as she let herself enjoy his caresses. Eventually, she became aware of the other guys staring and pulled Dan's hands away as she stepped off his lap. She pointed to his pants, saying, "Too bad you didn't take them off before I got to you like Tim did, I could have taken your undies too!" She knelt between his legs and reached for the zipper and was startled when he stuck his hand down his pants just before she started to unzip them, but understood he was just trying to avoid injury when the removal of his hand after she was done with the zipper revealed that he wasn't wearing anything between his pants and himself. She was grateful she hadn't leaned forward any more than she had to unzip the pants; as it was his newly freed erection was too close to her face for her to focus on. The temptation to open her mouth and lean forward just a bit more was as strong as it was sudden, but she managed to shake the unexpected urge off and contented herself with leaving Dan half-naked as she moved on to the groom. Stepping over to face Jason, Kerry asked what he'd like to change about her outfit, and offered a tongue in cheek apology: "Sorry there aren't many choices left." "That makes my choice easy," said Jason, "It has to be the panties! But I'd rather watch you take them off if that's okay?" "It's your party; if that's what you want then that's what we'll do!" she said, running her hands down over her breasts and across her belly before slipping her right hand into the front of her g-string as her left began to slide the skinny waistband down her hips, alternating between left and right sides. When she finally could feel the band slip below her ass she turned to present that side to Jason, bending at the waist as she pulled the tiny garment down her legs over her stockings, which were now only fabric left still in contact with her body. She did a little bow and asked if she could take a piece of clothing from him. She was more surprised than disappointed when he told her he'd enjoyed her show but had promised his bride-to-be that whatever temptations there might be at the party he'd keep his clothes on. Kerry realized that the only three men at the party she knew to be married, engaged or seriously involved had all been pretty restrained, proof that not all men were like her ex. That left five others up for some naughtier activity. She had one more treat in mind for them, and herself as well. She couldn't help thinking about how surreal her current situation was; she had nothing left on but a pair of stockings, having allowed herself to be stripped in part by a bunch of her co-workers. The idea of being naked in their midst had seemed like her worst nightmare when she first found out she'd signed up to strip for them, but her wig, mask, and the fact that never in a million years would they believe she'd do anything like this had combined to allow her this chance to see them in a setting she'd never have been privy to any other way. Her nightmare in the making had turned into a pretty arousing dream! Moving to the corner of the room she had left her gear in, she made an announcement: "I was recruited to entertain you guys at the last minute, so I didn't have a chance to organize the food selections. It looks like the club came through with a fairly nice spread, I saw pizza, wings, chips and some cheese and crackers; but nobody seems to have done anything about getting you guys any dessert! The good news is that I DID remember to bring something to be the finishing touch for the dessert we don't have; with what I brought and a little creativity I think you can have a nice treat after all!" As her curious audience looked on Kerry reached into her bag and pulled out a large aerosol can of whipped cream and a towel! An appreciative cheer rang out as she held the can high and shook it up to prepare the first guest's serving. She strode over to the same stranger she had begun her recent round of clothing removal with, spraying a generous helping of whipped cream on her breasts! He eagerly removed every trace of cream, leaving her nipples hard and glistening. After wiping her chest off with a towel, Kerry moved to another of the three strangers, deciding to go around the room in the same order as before. The second guest got the same treatment; she almost jumped when he tongued and sucked on her nipples, going way beyond what was needed to clean off every bit of cream. After the initial shock she found herself enjoying his attentions! Next up was her co-worker Rory; she remembered he had been pretty restrained before. Thinking he might be too shy to lick her breasts, she sprayed the whipped cream on her neck and upper chest. It seemed like the right level of raunchiness for Rory, as he dove right in as Kerry leaned over to let him reach the cream. The handsome stranger was next in order; since he'd given her ass so much attention while removing her skirt she sprayed a generous portion of cream on her butt cheeks. He leaned over to get his mouth low enough to reach her ass and happily cleaned all signs of whipped cream away. Blushing deeply and laughing, Larry passed on his chance to lick her breasts. Moving on to Tim, Kerry noticed he still hadn't put on his boxers or pants. She sat on his lap but was careful to not sit too close to his still impressive erection; even being cautious she was nervous having her naked pussy just inches away from his dick. After he had hungrily cleaned the cream off her breasts he surprised her by grabbing the can and spraying whipped cream all over his cock, grinning and saying: "Your turn!" For a second or two she actually thought about several possible ways to clean the cream off which Tim would have loved, but without missing a beat she folded up her towel so it was several layers thick and roughly dragged it over the whipped cream covered dick, clearing most of the cream off without providing Tim with much pleasure. Moving on to the couch where Jason and Dan were sitting, Kerry offered Jason first choice of spots on her body to lick cream off, but he passed, saying, "You have no idea how much I'd like to, but I can't take a chance on word getting back to my fiance that I'd been licking a stripper! Please give my serving to Dan, he's had a lot of work to do as my best man and nobody will object to whatever he does with you." Jason left the couch and went across the room to talk with some of the guys they both worked with. Once he had left she noticed that she and Dan were alone at their side of the room. "Okay, then, a double helping for Dan it is!" said Kerry; she'd always thought Dan was kind of cute and had enjoyed the way he made her feel tonight, so she was happy to give him some extra attention. She loaded up her breasts with whipped cream, practically making a cream bra to serve up to the best man. She straddled his legs and he pulled her in close and took advantage of the large helping, slowly working his way from the areas farther from her nipples in toward them, eventually sucking them into his mouth and swirling his tongue around them a few times. She appreciated the difference between Dan and Tim's techniques; while Tim was better endowed she was pretty sure Dan would be far more exciting to be with. She was enjoying being licked clean so much she didn't notice at first that she had slid far enough forward that her pussy lips were just grazing his cock! The head was raised high enough that there was no way he would penetrate her without her changing her position; it startled Kerry but she enjoyed the feeling. "Now for your second helping," she said, covering basically the same area of her chest as before, but adding some cream on her belly a few inches below her breasts. He pulled her in close again and enjoyed himself as the the area covered with cream grew smaller. As he started to work on her belly she pulled herself higher so he could reach the area below her breasts. She felt her soft inner lips slide up his cock, eventually getting high enough to begin to feel its head. She slid down a bit, then raised herself just a little more than before. She shuddered as she felt the tip of Dan's cock probing the soft wet folds of her pussy; it had been a long time since she'd enjoyed this particular sensation and she didn't want it to end right away. She knew she should back off, but instead started to lower herself on him, rocking her pelvis just enough to allow him to enter her. "Are you sure? " he asked. "Is anyone paying attention?" she asked. "I think Tim is, but all the others are getting some food." "I don't care if you don't..." as she eased herself down on him she whispered in his ear, "just fuck me!" Overcome by the intensity of what they were doing, Kerry and Dan both came fairly quickly, so aroused by screwing with assorted friends and co-workers hovering at a buffet table less than thirty feet away that their orgasms happened before anyone but Tim noticed; Kerry was far from quiet as she came, but the music pulsing through the club covered her moaning. She separated herself from Dan and ran to the dressing room, flushed from exertion and blushing beet red. She dressed in her street clothes and stayed hidden away until Nick told her all the guests had left, then went back to the party room to collect her things. Nick found her gathering up her scattered bits of clothing and handed her an envelope stuffed with cash; together with the tips she'd gathered in her garter her pay for the night came to nearly $1,900. "You really came through for me, I can't thank you enough," he said. As she made her long drive home Kerry thought about how surreal her last 36 hours had been. After living a chaste homebody's life the last five months she'd gone completely to the other extreme. She'd stripped naked. She'd asked a roomful of men, several of whom she worked with, to help strip her themselves. She'd encouraged them to lick several parts of her body! And to top off her evening, she'd screwed one of her five colleagues in attendance! With a half dozen other people in the room! With at least one actually watching! And enjoyed every bit of it! "What's wrong with me that not only lets me do this crazy shit but actually makes me enjoy it?" she wondered. Kerry slept in Saturday morning and had a quiet rest of the weekend, mostly hanging out at home. Monday morning at work, Kerry couldn't help thinking that the men she'd been with Friday night somehow knew her secret. She watched for any sign that they were looking at her differently, but by lunchtime she felt pretty sure none of them realized it was her they had been entertained by. Finally confident that her secret was safe, she joined a few of the guys as they all ate lunch together in the office break room. She looked around the table and wondered quietly how many of her lunch companions had unknowingly enjoyed a fantasy featuring her since Friday night! She couldn't help playing with them a little, asking, "So, did you guys go out and watch some strippers Friday?" "Uh, why would you think that?" One of them asked. "I know a bunch of you are friends with Jason, I just assumed there must have been some kind of bachelor party. Come on, fess up, I won't tell your wives!" "Well, there was one stripper," said Tim, "Great body and pretty hot behavior. Fucked Dan." "Too much information!" she said with a laugh, as Dan snorted some of the water he was drinking out of his nose.

Kim Rents a Cabin with Coworkers byDonnerBBQ© © 2010 by DonnerBBQ. All rights reserved. Feedback welcome and appreciated. * I've written previously about my 24-year-old wife Kim (see Curtains Removed for Painting and Wife Hosts BBQ for Coworkers). The barbecue that we hosted for her coworkers definitely got out of hand. I was a little worried about possible repercussions as four of her coworkers got to see her private parts. It had started innocently enough with an accidental exposure when Kim removed her sweater, but it evolved from there. Anyway, I was worried that they may talk about it at work and cause her to be uncomfortable there or even get fired. About a week after the BBQ she told me that my fears were unfounded. She said that the guys occasionally hinted at the evening with remarks about sweaters and nightshirts, but they seemed to be sticking to their word about not telling others about the evening. So nothing bad seemed to have come out of it. In fact, it seemed like Kim was enjoying her job a bit more now that she had developed some camaraderie with a few of her coworkers. Still, she knew that things went a bit too far that evening. She blamed it on the alcohol but we both knew that was only part of the story. Not much happened over the next couple of months as the days grew shorter and colder. One evening Kim came home and told me that she and her friends from work had been discussing renting a cabin for a few days just to get away. They were all enamored by the idea of being in the middle of nowhere with very few people around. They had found a campground that rented out these cabins that were equipped with electricity, heat, and running water. It was late fall now and definitely not peak season for cabin rental, at least for an area without any skiing opportunities. I asked who was going. She told me that Phil and Kurt would be going, who were two of the guys from the BBQ. Steve apparently had other plans and Tom had since quit the company. Kim said that there were a couple of new guys, Matt and Jeff that would be going. And there was a girl Lauren that had just started at the company who would also be going. I asked if I was invited. Kim said "Yes, but you're special." "What do you mean?" "Well, most people wanted it to only be us from work with no significant others permitted, just to keep the number of people small. But I said I wouldn't go if you didn't come, so they relented and said that you could join us." Of course I would go. The plan was to leave on Friday night, stay Friday, Saturday and Sunday nights and drive back on Monday morning. I liked the plan as we would each only need to take one day off from work but we'd get a couple full days of R & R. Her coworkers seemed like an okay group of people that knew how to have fun. Kim's BBQ exposure was not off my mind. I knew it could come up in conversation, or that something else may transpire with all of the drinking that would likely take place. I found myself filled with both uncertainty and anticipation. We drove up on Friday evening in two cars. We had all worked that day so after three hours of driving we were all pretty tired by the time we arrived at the campground. The cabin was divided into four rooms: a living room, a kitchen, a bathroom and a bedroom. The cabin was clean but the décor was definitely dated. It was only equipped to sleep 6 with three bunk beds crammed into the small bedroom. The living room was fairly spacious with a couch, a love seat and a recliner. The kitchen was just big enough for one person to operate, but it had the basics including a microwave so cooking wouldn't be a problem. There was also a small table with a few chairs for eating. All in all, it wasn't too bad and would suffice for a few days. After seeing the bedroom we discussed sleeping arrangements. We all brought sleeping bags, but we had 7 people for only six twin beds. One person could have slept out in the living room on the couch, but it wouldn't have been nice to isolate one person from everyone else. Kim and I could have shared a bed, but it would be pretty tight sharing a twin bed. We finally decided to move the dressers into the living room and the couch into the bedroom. We figured that we could just draw straws every night to decide who would sleep on the couch. While we were tired from the long day, everyone was excited to have arrived and settled in. We cracked open some beers and started drinking. It wasn't long before everyone loosened up. The guys were fairly openly flirting with both Kim and Lauren. Kim was obviously married, but the BBQ must have taught Phil and Kurt that she was still open to having fun and the other guys caught on pretty quickly. Lauren made it clear that she had a boyfriend, but I didn't get the sense that it was really very serious. Lauren was a bit less outgoing than Kim but didn't seem to mind flirting back with the guys. Lauren actually was a bit of an odd bird. Her face was quite beautiful. If you just saw her sitting at a table, you might even call her a stunner. She had these gorgeous bluish-grey eyes with soft features and long flowing blond hair. However she was the very definition of gangly. She stood 6'2", maybe even 6'3" and moved like she just woke up in her body yesterday. Even getting in and out of the car was an adventure. She was extremely thin and appeared to have virtually no breasts. However, her legs were long and together with her butt were her best assets. She was wearing a pair of jeans that looked fantastic on her and several times I found my eyes wandering up and down her legs. If she could just learn to coordinate her hips and walk properly she would be extremely sexy. After a couple of rounds of beer I heard the first reference to the events at the BBQ. It was subtle. Phil simply asked Kim where her sweater was. Kim just ignored the question and so did everyone else. But more references by both Phil and Kurt followed. After the fourth or fifth time that Kim's sweater was mentioned Jeff asked, "What the hell are you talking about? What sweater?" "You'll have to ask Kim. I can't say anything," responded Phil. Kim turned red and glared at Phil. In defense Phil said, "I haven't said anything!" Matt, Jeff and Lauren were now all curious about what had happened, and started pressing for answers. Eventually Kim gave a version of the truth, "A couple months ago we hosted a barbecue at our house. There were just a few people remaining when I decided to take off my sweater. Somehow in the process my shirt got entangled in the sweater and my boobs were briefly exposed. So that's why they keep talking about my sweater." I could see Jeff's and Matt's eyebrows raise, but it looked like they didn't know what to say. Phil finally said, "Yeah, it was pretty cool." I noticed that Kim shot him a look to tell him to shut up and not elaborate. She didn't mind so much if they heard about this accidental exposure, but she surely didn't want them to know about the rather intentional flash she gave everyone when she tried on the additional sweaters. Jeff pressed on, "What about this nightshirt I've heard mentioned a couple of times?" Kim turned a darker shade of red, and then gave an explanation. "A few people decided to crash at our house rather than go home in their drunken state. I went upstairs to go to sleep and changed into a nightshirt. I later came back down to bring bedding to the guys. I was really drunk at that point and didn't realize that the shirt was a bit see-through. Of course nobody bothered to tell me until after I had been walking around for a while!" I was waiting to see if Phil and Kurt would let her get away with this version of the truth. Kim kept looking at them as well, so I think that she somehow impressed upon them to keep quiet. Again, this version didn't seem so bad but I was sure that she'd prefer for them to not know that she danced in the shirt, repeatedly flashing her ass and pussy to the guys. I watched Lauren's reaction as Kim told of her exposure. Lauren didn't seem offended but may have been a bit embarrassed by the discussion. I also got the sense that she felt somewhat left out as all of the attention was now on Kim. The conversation turned to other matters and people kept drinking. Every once in a while her exposure would come up again and a few additional details would leak out such as that the nightshirt was more than just a bit transparent or that Kim didn't wear anything underneath it. When someone mentioned that Kim danced in the nightshirt, Kim just responded, "We were ALL dancing!" A bit later Matt asked if Kim was going to sleep in nightshirts here. It was an interesting question. "Well, I was planning to, but now I'm not so sure! I might just sleep in my clothes now." Kim stated. I could tell that she was just having fun with them. I really couldn't imagine Kim sleeping in her clothes. "No, you should wear your nightshirts. I'm sure we all would hate for you to be uncomfortable sleeping in your clothes on our account," said Phil. "Yeah, I bet," Kim said. Before long we decided to call it a night. Matt just volunteered to sleep on the couch so that was settled easily. Kim claimed a lower bed and I took the bunk above her. When Kim and Lauren went into the bathroom to change, I'm sure we all wondered what they would be wearing when they came out. Lauren appeared first, wearing a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. I must admit that I was a bit disappointed. I was hoping to see her wearing something a bit sexier that would show off her long legs. Kim came out wearing one of her most conservative nightshirts. It was nearly to her knees and far too heavy to be see-through. I knew that Kim wouldn't be wearing anything underneath it, but it was thick and long enough to not matter. Phil and Kurt appeared disappointed that it was not the same shirt from the BBQ but neither said anything. I think we were all extremely tired at that point and we all just got in our beds and crawled into our sleeping bags. We turned off the bedroom light but left the bedroom and bathroom doors open and the bathroom light on. The result was that the bedroom was darkened, but not really dark. It gave us plenty of light to find our ways to the bathroom in the middle of the night. As I looked out into the room I could still see people pretty well. When I woke at first light I was covered in sweat. Even with the door open, the bedroom got quite hot and stuffy with 7 people in there. I could hear others stirring too so I knew that we would all be getting up pretty early. I peered over the edge of the bed to see if Kim was still in bed. She was. Within fifteen minutes we all got up and started our day. We spent about an hour and a half taking turns showering and having breakfast. We then headed off for a long hike. After we got back, most of us showered for the second time. When Kim went into the bathroom to take hers I went in with her to keep her company. A couple of minutes into her shower, Lauren slipped in to use the sink and mirror. She told Kim that the guys were discussing the firing of one of their coworkers, Joyce. Lauren said that the guys were saying that they thought that Joyce kept slacking off and deserved to be fired. Kim popped her head out from behind the curtain and she looked absolutely, positively infuriated. "Hey!" she screamed out from the shower to get the guys attention. A muffled voice from outside the bathroom asked "Huh?" It was clear that they really couldn't hear her. Kim said, "Lauren, open the door a bit. I need to talk to them." Lauren opened the door about 6 inches. Kim then tried to confirm that the guys could hear her, but they indicated that they could only barely make out her words. I could see one of the guys right by the bathroom door. Kim then told Lauren to just open the door all the way. "They can't see through this curtain anyway," she said. Kim was essentially right. The curtain was fairly thick with a flowery pattern on it. As long as Kim didn't press her body against the curtain, they would only be able to see a dark form moving behind it. Lauren opened up the door all the way, and standing outside were Phil and Matt. They quickly turned to look into the bathroom. A moment later Kurt and Jeff appeared in the doorway as well, with everyone looking towards the shower. Even though I knew that they couldn't see anything, I found it strangely arousing that my wife was stark naked behind the curtain just a couple of feet away from them. Now that everyone was present, Kim told us about overhearing one of the managers saying a bunch of mean things about Joyce to another manager shortly before she was fired. Kim said that it sounded like he had it out for her for some reason and was not being fair. Kim and the guys were all talking about it but Lauren and I didn't have much to add to the conversation as Joyce was before Lauren's time and I wouldn't have known Joyce from the mailman. As Kim spoke with the guys, they slowly filtered further into the bathroom while Lauren and I were crowded out. In the end Lauren and I ended up standing just outside the bathroom door while all four guys stood in the bathroom talking to my showering wife. Several times Kim bumped into the curtain with her arm, causing an alluring flesh tone to momentarily appear through the curtain. Even more seductively, each time a slight gap formed between the end of the curtain and the wall on one end of the shower or the other, providing a brief but limited view into the shower. I never actually saw Kim from where I was standing, but I had to wonder whether the guys in the bathroom might have caught glimpses of her. Kim shut the shower off. She reached her hand out and asked for a towel. Matt was nearest to her towel, so he handed it to her and her hand escaped back into the shower with the towel. Kim's dark form fluttered as she dried herself off in the shower. Meanwhile, they all kept talking as if nothing was out of the ordinary. Finally, Kim emerged from the shower with the towel wrapped tightly around her. The guys backed up slightly to give her room to exit the shower, but didn't immediately vacate the bathroom. As Kim reached for her fresh set of clothes, the guys just stood and watched her. I normally couldn't imagine her just dropping her towel and dressing in front of them, but I started to fear that she was about to do just that. She then looked at the guys and said, "Okay, give me a minute here." "Aw, can't we watch?" asked Phil. "No!" Kim replied with a laugh. "Get out," she added. They all filed out of the bathroom and Kim closed the door. A minute later she emerged dressed normally and just like that the situation was over. Even though nobody saw anything and nothing inappropriate happened, it definitely added to the sexual charge that was brewing. On Saturday night we barbequed some hamburgers, made a campfire and drank more. The guys added a lot of sexual humor and innuendo to the conversation, with it directed more at Kim than Lauren. As had happened the previous night, I sensed that Lauren was feeling a bit out of place with the guys mainly fixated on Kim. I think some of it had to do with Kim's playful personality, but the accidental and intentional exposures at our BBQ surely didn't discourage the guys from joking with her about sexual topics. When we all decided to call it a night, Kim and Lauren went into the bedroom to change and closed the door. We zeroed in on Kim when she came out because she had put on a different nightshirt. This one extended down to her mid-thigh, so it was shorter than the one from the previous night. It wasn't as see-through as the one from our home BBQ, but it was pretty sexy. As she walked around the material glided gently over her curves, providing not-so-subtle clues as to the shape of her body. Phil remarked, "Oh that's better than the one from last night. Good choice." Kim smiled and said, "I'm wearing it because it will be cooler, not for your benefit!" A moment later, Lauren lumbered from the bedroom wearing sweat shorts and a t-shirt. While I'm sure that we were all happy to see a bit of leg from Lauren, there was a definite air of disappointment in the room. Matt said, "Lauren, you're with friends. You should loosen up and wear something like what Kim has on." Lauren looked down self-consciously at her attire. Then Kim said, "Lauren, I have an extra nightshirt you could put on instead if you want." That opened the floodgates. The guys started encouraging Lauren to do so, telling her she'd feel cooler and more comfortable, that she'd look sexier, that she'd sleep better, have better dreams, and on and on. They were clearly joking but I think Lauren enjoyed the attention and eventually agreed to look at what Kim had. Kim grabbed her suitcase and the girls went back into the bedroom and closed the door. All of the guys, myself included, waited anxiously to see how Lauren would look. The girls were in the bedroom for maybe ten minutes. We could hear them whispering, but couldn't make out what they were saying. A couple of times we could hear them laughing. Finally, the bedroom door creaked open and Kim stuck her head out. "Okay, we're ready but there was a problem," she said. "Problem?" I asked. "Yeah, well, I only brought three nightshirts. The heavy one from last night that I sweat profusely in, the one I was wearing tonight, and a third one that is a little more revealing. It's really not a good fit for Lauren, so we've switched. " "Well, let's see!" Matt said enthusiastically. I don't think anyone cared who was wearing what, as long as there was more skin. Lauren came out first. I must say that she looked sexy as hell, at least when she was standing still. It was a delight to be able to see more of her fine legs. The nightshirt, which came to mid-thigh on Kim, only covered about a quarter of Lauren's thigh. It was obvious that Lauren was wearing panties, but I couldn't blame her in that short of a nightshirt. As I wrote earlier, Lauren had very little of a chest but you could see her nipples poking through the material. I mostly just focused on her legs and ass. The guys all complemented her on how she looked and Lauren seemed to revel in the spotlight. We all then anxiously waited for Kim to come out in her "more revealing" nightshirt. When the door opened all eyes were on it. Kim appeared and walked slowly into the living room. My first reaction was relief. I was concerned that she was going to put on something ridiculously transparent. She didn't. But Kim was right, it was more revealing. It was actually a night slip, with shoulder straps instead of sleeves that left the arms completely bare. The neck was deep and the shoulder straps were long enough to expose the tops of Kim's breasts. It was obvious that she wouldn't have to bend over much to reveal her bare tits. The slip was only mildly see-thru, so it was very sexy but not slutty. Like the nightshirt that Kim was previously wearing, the slip extended about half way down Kim's thigh. The guys all complemented her new attire and Kim ate up the attention. While everyone had previously indicated their desire to go to bed, the guys were now obviously trying to delay. But both Kim and Lauren refused to sit down and before long they went off to brush their teeth and made it real clear that they were done for the evening. After a few minutes, we all headed to bed. Kurt volunteered for the couch this time and I again slept on a top bunk with Kim below me. In the morning I woke again as soon as the sun rose. When I looked out across the room I could see that Matt and Jeff were also awake but it seemed like everyone else was sleeping. I noticed that they both seemed to be staring across the room at Kim. As soon as I raised my head they caught sight of my movement and turned away. I peeked over the edge of the bed to see what they were staring at. Of course it was Kim, who was still sleeping. Kim must have been hot again because she had unzipped and opened the sleeping bag to her waist. And then I saw what they were really staring at. Her left shoulder strap had slipped off her shoulder and was resting on her upper arm. This caused her left breast to completely fall out of the slip. Matt and Jeff weren't just staring at Kim; they were staring at her bare tit! I looked back out into the room and saw that Matt and Jeff were taking in the sight of Kim's breast again. Well, I couldn't just leave her like that so I whispered her name to try to wake her. I had to do so again before I saw her slowly open her eyes. I then whispered, "Check your top." Kim lifted her head slightly and looked down. I saw her eyes widen as she realized her tit was exposed. She quickly pulled up her shoulder strap to re-cover her breast. Kim then looked out into the room to see everyone watching her. My whispering must have woken the others up. Kim looked pretty embarrassed even in her groggy state. I don't know if it was the slight hangovers that we all had or what, but strangely nobody said a word about seeing Kim's breast. Nobody commented on it at all. It was like it didn't even happen. We got up and started taking our showers and having breakfast. Lauren was one of the first to shower so we didn't get to watch her for long wearing Kim's nightshirt. Kim however, was one of the last of us to take a shower. For a good hour she walked around the cabin while we all watched her every move. I don't think anyone could keep their eyes off her body in that slip. Even standing straight up, the tops of her breasts were bare. She would not have to lean forward much to provide a fantastic down-blouse view of her tits. Believe me, everyone knew it but nobody said a word as if they were afraid to let her know the danger she was in. I figured she had to know so I kept waiting and watching to see if she was going to bend over to scratch her foot or pick up something on the floor. It was so strange knowing that at any moment several guys could get to see her tits. Once or twice Kim leaned forward slightly and I think a couple of the guys that were right in front of her got treated to a better view of her breasts, but I was never in a good position to see exactly what they saw. Otherwise, Kim managed to not reveal too much while waiting for her turn to cleanse. Kim entered the bathroom to take her shower. Lauren was in there with her and they closed the door. I heard the water start and a moment later Lauren exited but left the door fully ajar. I figured that she just forgot to close it so I asked, "Lauren, the door?" "Kim wanted it open for the airflow," replied Lauren. Kim had the door open during yesterday's shower and I figured that this was no different, so I just said "Okay." Almost immediately the guys started meandering towards the bathroom to talk with Kim. They all tried to make it look like they had a good reason for going into the bathroom, but their real intentions were obvious. I joined them because I wanted to watch what was going on. While in the shower, Phil asked, "Can you show us your boob again?" Kim laughed and said, "No, I think you saw it enough!" She then added, "Does anyone know how long it was out?" Matt answered, "I noticed it about an hour earlier when I went to use the bathroom, so at least an hour." "You could have told me!" said Kim. "I didn't want to wake you. And it's not like I minded the view. I never could fall back asleep," said Matt. "So you just stared at my boob for an hour?" Kim asked incredulously. "More or less," answered Matt. When Kim finished her shower she asked if someone could hand her a towel. Simultaneously, Kim reached her hand and then her entire arm out from behind the curtain. As her hand waited patiently for a towel to be placed in it, her chest was pressed right up against the shower curtain. While fine details of her breasts were masked, there was no doubt what the pinkish orbs behind the curtain were. The guys simply stared. I wasn't sure whether it warranted saying something or not. It wasn't like they could really see anything, but it wasn't an ordinary view either. After several moments Kim asked again for someone to hand her a towel and Kurt finally did. Kim dried herself off and then came out again with just the towel around her and dressed after kicking everyone out of the bathroom. We didn't do much of anything on Sunday. We were a bit sore from Saturday's hike, so we just drove around a nearby town, walked around the campground some, and simply hung out at the cabin. The night, as usual, was filled with drinking. We actually drank pretty heavily that night, probably because we hadn't done much during the day and it was our last night at the cabin. It was the most drunk that Kim and I had gotten in a long time. Kim even drank some vodka that Phil brought, which surprised me because she usually stayed away from the hard stuff. The guys, as usual, joked a lot about sex. I was not surprised when Kurt suggested playing strip poker or truth or dare, but the girls shot that idea down pretty quickly. Not long thereafter Kim and Lauren disappeared into the bedroom. When they came out they were wearing the same night shirt and slip from the night before. It was obvious that the change was for the guys' benefit this time as nobody appeared even near ready to go to bed. Kim pulled me aside and told me that she had also convinced Lauren to not wear panties this time. I took that as a sign that I was pretty drunk as I should have noticed that myself. Now that I knew I couldn't stop staring at her. I kept waiting for Lauren to sit down but they both remained standing, obviously aware of the dangers of sitting. A bit later Lauren started to walk towards the kitchen. With Lauren's back turned, Kim waved her arms to get everyone's attention and snuck up behind her. Kim reached out and quickly lifted up the back of Lauren's nightshirt. Kim really didn't lift it all that high, but high enough to expose the bottom half of Lauren's butt. Lauren let out a cute little scream and quickly pulled the shirt down to ensure that she was covered. Lauren looked shocked and embarrassed, but she was also smiling. The guys started making various comments about her butt that only embarrassed her further. Still, from her reaction I don't think that she entirely minded the attention. Once the excitement died down Lauren took her revenge. Kim was walking back to the living room to deliver a couple of beers. Lauren casually came up beside her and pulled one of Kim's shoulder straps down. Kim's tit immediately fell out of the shirt, in full view of everyone. Kim looked down to see her tit out, and seemed more surprised than embarrassed. But a smile crossed her lips when she looked back up to see everyone staring at her. She was still holding an open beer in each hand so it took her a moment to pull up the strap and cover herself again. The guys immediately began encouraging Kim to retaliate. They suggested stripping the shirt right off her, leaving her completely nude. Kim appeared to be thinking about it and Lauren looked adorably petrified. I began to imagine the two of them wrestling around, grabbing at each other's shirts right in front of the guys. While Lauren was taller, Kim was likely stronger and certainly more dexterous so there was little doubt who would win such an encounter. But just as my mind started to get carried away thinking about it, Kim and Lauren made a truce to stop flashing each other. The guys groaned expressively as we all sensed that we were on the verge of something pretty fantastic. Alas, it was not to be. Still, they were both standing and walking around in fairly revealing attire so we really couldn't complain. Maybe an hour later people really started to crash. Several of us headed to the bedroom to go to sleep but Lauren and a couple of the guys still seemed to be drinking and not quite ready to go to sleep. Kim volunteered for the couch and I took a bottom bunk. I figured I'd let some other drunkard deal with a top bunk. Those of us in the bedroom really just collapsed in our beds and nobody bothered to turn off the light. I realized it was on but I just didn't care. I, like everyone else, was pretty loaded. In my drunken state I passed in and out of consciousness quite a bit. The first time that I recall it seemed like it had just been a few minutes. Lauren, Matt and Phil were still in the living room and the bedroom light was still on. Kim was asleep on the couch but I noticed that she had unzipped her sleeping bag completely and had nothing but the slip covering her. Further, one of her shoulder straps had fallen again and one breast was just about to escape the confines of the slip. She looked extremely sexy but I couldn't just leave her like that. I got up and fixed her strap and then I pulled the sleeping bag back over her but without zipping it up. I then crashed back in bed. I woke up again shortly thereafter and noticed that again Kim had pushed the sleeping bag covering off of her. The shoulder strap had again slid off her shoulder and her breast had fallen completely out. I looked around and Kurt seemed to be asleep but Jeff was awake and staring at Kim. I again got up and fixed her strap, but I left the sleeping bag off of her as I figured that she must be hot. I could tell that she had been tossing and turning a ton, something that I attributed largely to the vodka that she was wholly unaccustomed to drinking. Again I passed out and woke again when Phil made some noise entering the room. I looked over at Kim and this time both of her breasts had fallen out of the slip. Further, she must have been twisting quite a bit because the bottom of the slip had risen up to her waist, exposing her pussy. Jeff was still awake watching Kim, and Phil had definitely taken notice of Kim. So I got up again, fixed her top and pulled down the bottom of her slip. I then crashed down again. I was so tired. When I woke again, Kim's slip was just bunched together around her stomach, leaving her tits and pussy completely on display. Matt and Phil were standing by the doorway with drinks in their hands and looking into the bedroom while Lauren was sleeping on a lower bunk. Kurt and Jeff were in their beds but also awake with their eyes glued to Kim's body. The bedroom light was still on so they all could see her real well. The thought crossed my mind that these were her coworkers that were staring at her nakedness. They saw her on a daily basis and interacted with her regularly, and they were seeing everything on her. Phil and Kurt had seen relatively brief flashes at the BBQ at our house, but it was nothing like this long and drawn out exposure that was happening now. I looked back at Kim and observed that she did seem to be writhing quite a bit, like she was having bad dreams or was just uncomfortable on the couch. Still, I was surprised at just how quickly she kept squirming out of that slip. I was about to get up to cover her again when Kim woke up. Her eyes remained mostly closed as she swung her legs off the couch and sat up. The guys were all staring at her but not saying a word. She just sat for a few seconds as she got her bearings. Her hand grasped the slip that encircled her stomach and she looked down at it with an irritated expression on her face. The slip must have been bothersome as she pulled it right off of her and tossed it on the floor. Now she was sitting completely nude on the couch, with four of her coworkers gawking at her. She looked up and noticed them watching her, but she really didn't have much of a reaction to it. No smile, no embarrassment, no expression of concern, just a blank stare. I think she really wasn't feeling well due to the booze and appeared to not be at all concerned about being seen naked. She stood up and started heading for the bedroom door. As she walked towards the door she had to pass right by Phil and Matt. Matt was standing right in the doorway and both Matt and Kim had to turn sideways for there to be enough room for Kim to pass by. I couldn't be sure, but it looked like their bodies may have grazed slightly as she passed by. After she exited the bedroom they turned to watch her butt. At this point I was content to simply monitor the situation, but if they started to follow her I knew I would have to get up. They didn't. I heard her go into the bathroom and we all just waited in awkward silence. She returned just a few minutes later, went straight to the couch and collapsed nude face down on top of her sleeping bag. It was obvious that she wasn't worried about them seeing her naked at this point so I figured there wasn't much point to keep covering her up. It looked like she passed out nearly immediately. I stayed awake for a couple of minutes longer, watching the guys gawk at Kim. Over the next half hour I woke up several more times. I'm sure some of my restlessness was due to the alcohol, but I was also very aware that my wife was naked in a room full of intoxicated men. Each time I woke I saw Kim in a different position. Sometimes she was on her stomach with her ass in full view. Other times she was on her side. And one time she was on her back with one leg bent and the other straight, which caused her pussy to be completely exposed. Besides Kurt, who had passed out again, all of the guys were awake and watching Kim sleep in the nude. At one point I woke and noticed that both Phil and Matt had gotten into their beds and turned out the light. With that I think I finally felt comfortable to sleep, and sleep I did. We all woke in the morning when someone drove a truck right by our cabin. The sun had obviously been up for some time because the room was filled with natural light. Kim sat up on the couch, still nude. I saw her put her hand to her head and I knew that she had a serious hangover. She wasn't the only one. We were all in pain. I heard several people moan and groan. I think I was one of them. After a couple of minutes, people finally started talking. It wasn't long before Kim's nakedness was brought up. Kurt asked if Kim lost her clothes. Kim explained that the slip kept falling off her and was bugging her, so eventually she pulled it off. "Well, thanks!" said Kurt. The other guys added their thanks too. Kim, for the first time this morning, smiled. Moments later Kim declared her need for painkillers and water, and stood up with all eyes on her. She picked her night slip off the floor and walked out of the room, still completely nude. We all started getting up too. As I entered the living room I saw that Kim was fetching a new shirt to put on, and I felt some relief that she wasn't planning on just walking around nude all morning. The shirt she chose was just an ordinary t-shirt and when she slipped it on her butt and crotch remained exposed. She immediately dug back into her suitcase and pulled out a pair of panties. She held them up and said, "I wish I had packed some shorts, but I guess these will have to do." With that, she put them on and closed her suitcase. I can't say at that point that I was surprised that she would walk around in a t-shirt and panties. Relatively speaking, she almost seemed over-dressed. It was a slow morning. We all just hung out in the living room waiting for the painkillers, water and coffee to kick in. Simultaneously, I think the guys' collective libido gradually awoke as well, motivated by the visual stimuli of two scantily clad women. The guys were mainly focused on Lauren now. They kept encouraging her to sit down, telling her she was welcome to take the shirt off if she was hot, and asking Kim to lift the shirt up again. Every time there was a comment Lauren would laugh or simply smile, which only encouraged the guys further. Eventually, Lauren went into the bathroom to shower. Just after the shower started, Kim began walking to the bathroom. I was zeroed in on the door. If Kim was going to open the door briefly to enter, I didn't want to miss a chance to sneak a peek at Lauren. My hopes weren't high; I figured that she was already in the shower. But it didn't cost anything to look, so I did. When Kim opened the door I realized I was out of luck. I could see a dark form that was Lauren behind the curtain, but that was it. Then to my surprise, Kim did not close the door behind her. Immediately we all headed towards the bathroom for a better look. Lauren realized that the door was open and asked Kim, "What are you doing? Why's the door open?" with alarm in her voice. Kim didn't answer her question but instead told her, "Nobody can see through the curtain anyway. Don't worry about it." "You know, this shower isn't really that big. This damn curtain keeps getting in my way and I can't keep it closed very well. People are going to be able to see in!" Lauren said, sounding more panicked. "You've got to be kidding me; the shower's plenty big. There's enough room in there for two people," said Kim. Lauren didn't respond. Then Kim said, "Here, I'll prove it." Suddenly Kim reached down and pulled her night slip right off her, leaving her completely naked again. Even though everyone had already seen her naked, all of the guys appeared happy to get another look. To me it felt like it was a bit much. Losing her night slip while she was drunk and fitfully sleeping was one thing; it could be blamed on the booze. But this was intentional and she was sober. Regardless, her four coworkers were again taking in the sight of my wife's naked body. Kim then opened up the shower curtain about a third of the way. I caught a brief glimpse of Lauren's back and butt before she realized what was happening. Lauren squealed and quickly covered her butt with one hand. Kim hopped in and immediately closed the curtain again. Lauren was completely panicked now, asking her what she was doing. Kim told her she was just proving that the shower was big enough for two. Before long they were both giggling so Lauren didn't really appear to be upset about it. All of us guys were smiling, looking at each other with raised eyebrows. The curtain was popping out periodically and we'd occasionally get a fantastic but brief glimpse of the side of one of their bodies. All of a sudden Phil asked, "Is there room enough for one more in there?" A couple of the guys laughed but then Kim answered, "Sure Phil, come on in!" I was in shock, and I mean, a complete, jaw-dropping, eye-bulging state of shock. Did my wife just invite another man to join her in the shower? Lauren let out an eek while Kim laughed. Meanwhile Phil wasted no time dropping his shorts and heading towards the shower. Now Lauren was on the right side of the shower while Kim was on the left. Phil opened up the left side of the curtain and quickly stepped in, leaving my wife in the middle of Phil and Lauren. This shower was just ordinary in size. With two people it had to be a little cramped but with three I knew it must be snug. They were all laughing a bit nervously. Every few moments one of the girls would let out a brief scream that would be followed by more laughter. When Kim said, "Hey, watch that thing" I had to wonder what had just happened. I knew that it was unavoidable that their bodies would touch, but I wondered just how much contact there really was. I looked at the other guys and they were certainly enjoying it, but I knew that they must have felt envious of Phil. Then Matt said, "Okay, let's try four" and dropped his shorts. Lauren said, "No, three's enough!" but then a burst of laughter came from the shower. Matt pulled the curtain from the right to get in next to Lauren. With the curtain aside and Lauren already crammed as far right as she could go, we all got a perfect view of Lauren's naked body. Lauren screamed, more because Matt was going to push in than from being seen nude, and said, "Really, there's no room!" It was obvious that she was right. Matt proceeded anyway and started to squeeze in between Kim and Lauren. There really wasn't room and it looked like he could just get a leg and an arm in. Then Lauren declared, "Okay, I'm getting out," and started exiting the shower. As Lauren stepped out I got a fantastic full frontal view of her lean body. She was really incredible-looking and the wetness from the shower and the embarrassment on her face only heighted her beauty. She quickly grabbed a towel and fled the bathroom but the image of her naked body will remain with me for some time. Meanwhile I realized that Kim was now in the shower, sandwiched tightly between Phil and Matt. Kim was just giggling constantly but there really wasn't any conversation. Their shadows were moving about so it was obvious that they weren't just standing still in there. I could only imagine what was really going on in the shower. It then occurred to me that this was too much. I never want to embarrass my wife by saying in front of others what she can or can't do, but she was crossing a line here. I started heading towards to the shower with the intent of pulling the curtain aside, dragging her out of the shower and seeing if I needed to kick someone's ass. But before I reached the shower I heard Kim declare, "Okay, okay, okay, okay, I'm done!" sounding like she hit her limit. Kim suddenly pulled the shower curtain to the side. Kim was wedged tightly in between Phil and Matt, both of whom were facing her. Phil was behind her with his hardened dick pressing against her upper butt. His chest was touching her back and his hands were floating breast-level, just an inch from the sides of her breasts. Matt was also stiff, with his cock in firm contact with her stomach. Kim's breasts were pressing into his chest. I could only see one of Matt's hands and it was resting on her upper thigh. Kim was smiling as she squeezed her way out from the shower. She grabbed a towel and quickly exited the bathroom. The guys exited too and they all dressed. Surprisingly little was said about the shower. Perhaps people didn't know what to say. The rest of the morning we just focused on packing up and doing a quick clean of the cabin. I was looking forward to talking with Kim in private, but I knew that was going to have to wait until we got back into town. Before we left, Kim told everyone that they had better not say anything to anyone about this weekend. "If I even hear anyone mention the word 'shower' at work I swear that nothing like this will ever happen again," she told them, while staring at Phil. They all agreed, but I surprised that she was even hinting that there might be a next time. Back at our house, we were finally able to talk in private. "Well, that was an interesting weekend," I said with emphasis on the word 'interesting'. "Yeah, I guess things got a little out of hand. Remind me not to drink that much vodka again! It really did a number on me. I slept terribly last night. I probably shouldn't have decided to sleep on the couch as it was way too firm. I was always hot and itchy and I know that my shirt was irritating the hell out of me because it was wet and always sticking to me. I remember at some point waking up and my shirt was just around my waist, so I took it off without thinking about it. Then I noticed that the guys were watching me. I realized I was naked, but at that point they had seen me and really, I was much more concerned about my thumping head. I haven't had a headache like that in a long, long time. After that there wasn't much point in worrying about whether I was naked or not. I really didn't intend to sleep in the nude; it just sort of happened. You'll notice that I did put a shirt back on in the morning before we went out to have coffee. I thought about just staying nude, but I decided that it might look inappropriate." "Yeah, it would have been a bit much. But what possessed you to get in the shower with Lauren?" I asked. Kim exhaled, looking both nervous and embarrassed as she recalled the event. "Well, it started because I was trying to have fun. The guys really seemed like they wanted to see more of Lauren and I knew Lauren was enjoying the attention, so I just tried facilitate it. I just planned to let them watch her in the shower like they watched me, knowing that they really couldn't see much anyway. After Lauren whined about the shower being small it occurred to me that it would be really sexy if Lauren and I were both showering while the guys watched. So I hopped in. "Now you couldn't see it and she probably wouldn't admit it, but Lauren loved it. I'm sure of it. She was so embarrassed but had a smile from ear to ear. And I was getting a kick out of embarrassing her. So when Phil asked about coming in, I said 'sure' just to see Lauren's reaction but not really expecting him to do so. Then, all of sudden, he got in. "I thought it was pretty funny, him getting in with us all naked. Lauren was totally freaking out and I just couldn't believe that he actually got in. And with three people it was pretty tight. I could feel Phil's body right against my back. He grew hard and I could feel his pecker pressing against my butt. Nobody really knew what to do with their hands and touching each other was rather unavoidable. Phil initially rested his hands on my back, but then they started roaming a bit." "Roaming?" I asked. "Well, he dropped his hands and they were on my hips, but then they rubbed across my butt for a bit. Then he brought them up to my back again, and moved them out to the side with his fingers grazing the sides of my breasts. It wasn't like he was just grabbing and groping me all over, but he was definitely taking advantage of the close confines. "Then Matt got in and Lauren left. I thought it was hilarious that Matt just invited himself in and Lauren's reaction to him trying to squeeze in between us was priceless. But then there I was wedged in between the two of them. Matt was instantly hard and we were facing each other, like nose to nose. My tits were pushing right into his chest, but there was just no room in there. Matt's hands were roaming too but they were usually around my breasts." "He was grabbing your breasts?" I asked. "Yeah, pretty much. Well, maybe not 'grabbing' really, but he kept leaning back and letting his hands rub across my tits. Then Phil started getting bolder and was trying to get his hands on my tits, but kept running into Matt's hands, and so their hands started kind of wrestling each other to be on my tits. The whole thing was hysterical and totally out of control. Then Matt reached one hand down and started sliding it towards my pussy and I could feel Phil begin to grind his cock against my ass. I knew that it was time to end it and I got out." "Wow, it sounds like you got out just in time," I said. It was all I could say. I couldn't believe that they had their hands on her tits and ass. And her reaction to the whole thing seemed to be that it was only a bit inappropriate, but otherwise 'hysterical.' I can't say that I found it to be 'hysterical.' I had a lot of thoughts and feelings about it, but that wasn't one of them. I did find it to be arousing, and that part of me prevented me from discouraging her behavior. But I was also frightened. I knew it was a dangerous trajectory to be on. It wasn't like she was cheating or anything. It was all in the open and she wasn't developing relationships with them. She was simply being flirty and having fun. As long as it stayed that way, I figured I was okay with it, and the part of me that found it arousing would look forward to it continuing. At the same time, I started to feel like we were playing with fire.

Kevin and his Roommates bysmalltitslovr© My boyfriend, Kevin, and I had been going out for about six months. Everything was going great, and we were talking about moving in together after college. But when the pipes burst in my rental house, it gave Kevin and I the chance to try it out earlier than expected. Kevin and I talked about it for a while, and he seemed reluctant. He lived with 3 other guys, Shawn, Matt, and Jeff. He wasn't sure I'd be comfortable living with them, and he said his roommates were hesitant to let me stay with them. After a bunch of discussion between Kevin and I, and Kevin and his roommates, we all decided to try it. It was only going to be a few weeks, and then the repairs on my house would be complete, and I could move back. So, I packed up my stuff, and moved into their place. At first, I didn't feel welcome. None of the guys would talk to me, and so I kept to myself, spending most of my time in Kevin's room. Most of the time, I'd work on schoolwork and whatnot. A couple times, when nobody was home, I'd pull one of my toys out, and have some fun. But I didn't spend much time with Kevin or his friends. After a couple days of that, Kevin and I had a talk, and he convinced me to try and be a little more sociable, and try and be friends with the guys. The words that stuck with me were "just act like you do around your own house, and don't feel like you are a guest." I was definitely feeling a bit lonely, cooped up in the room, so I agreed to it.  The next day was Saturday. I woke up, excited to start the day. I sifted through the clothes I had brought. Most of them were dirty, since I hadn't done any laundry since I arrived. Kevin told me to act like I did around my house, so I decided to wear a pair of comfy, pink gym shorts, and a cut-off t-shirt. I took a quick look in the mirror and made sure the cutoff wasn't too revealing. It was a little more risque than I would have normally worn around the guys, but definitely something I would wear at home, so I decided it was fine. After taking a shower, and brushing my teeth, I was ready to start the day. I stuffed all my laundry into a bag, and started carrying it towards the laundry room. The guys were sitting in the living room, watching some baseball. As soon as I entered, I noticed I had Shawn's attention, and he seemed to like what he saw. Before long, the other guys noticed, too, and I had 8 pairs of male eyes glued to my body. "Hi guys!" I said cheerfully, flipping some hair out of my face. "I'm doing some laundry, if you need anything washed, just bring it down and I'll do it while I do mine." I was tired of lugging the heavy bag of clothes, so I decided to kick it the rest of the way, down a flight of stairs. Then I followed down after it. I was loading my laundry into the washing machine, when I heard footsteps coming down the stairs. It was Shawn. He was carrying some laundry to add to the wash. "Hey Shawn," I greeted him with a smile. "Got some laundry to wash?" "Yep," he smiled. He dropped his laundry in the pile with mine, and then started helping me load it into the washer. I was happy to have his help. After loading it all, we tried starting the machine. It gave us a bit of trouble, but Shawn knew the trick to it, and so we had it going without much difficulty. I thanked Shawn for helping me. "Oh, no problem," he said, smiling. He looked down at my chest. It didn't really surprise me. He had been stealing glances at my body the whole time we loaded the laundry. I couldn't really blame him. My tits were practically popping out of my shirt. "Did you know you have some toothpaste on your shirt?" I looked down, and said "Really? I don't see anything." "It's right there," he said, and poked my boob, right above my nipple. I looked closer, and there was indeed a tiny spec of toothpaste. I shrugged, "Oh well. No big deal. It'll wash off the next time I do laundry." He frowned at that. "Well, you're doing laundry right now. Why not add it to the wash?" He leaned over and pressed the button to pause the wash, and opened it up. I thought about it a moment, then replied, "Nah. I'll just wait until next time." "Why? You should just go topless," he said, smoothly, with a smile. I was shocked at his suggestion. "What?! I can't just take my top off. You'd be able to see my boobs!" "So?" he replied, nonchalantly. "It's just skin. It's not like I've never seen breasts before. Besides, during my trip to Europe, I found out how prudish Americans are. Did you know ladies in Europe go topless about as much as men?" "Really?" I asked. "I've never heard that before." I thought about it for a moment, and realized he was right. They were just boobs. I mean, men have nipples, and it's perfectly normal for them to be shown off. Why couldn't I show off mine? "Alright, I guess you're right." I took a breath, and in one smooth motion, I slipped my shirt over my head and tossed it into the washing machine. Shawn closed the lid before looking back at my chest. "See, doesn't that feel better? You have excellent tits, by the way." I looked down at them. "They are nice, aren't they?" "Yep," Shawn replied, with a smile. "Now, wait here. I'm gonna see if Matt has any clothes to be washed." He walked back up the stairs, and a few minutes later, he returned, with Matt following closely behind. When Matt spotted me standing there, topless, he was stunned. "See, I told you," Shawn said. "Wow, Elise," Matt said. "Looking good." I smiled, "Thank you. Shawn pointed out a stain on my shirt, and then convinced me to take it off." Matt didn't take his eyes off my chest as he said, "yea, we wouldn't want those stains to stay for too long." Shawn went on to tell me more about his trip to Europe. I leaned back against the washing machine, and listened to his story. A few minutes later, I saw Kevin at the top of the stairs. "Hi babe!" I smiled and waved. "The machine wouldn't start at first, but we figured it out." He asked about my lack of clothing, and I told him about the stain, and Shawn's trip to Europe. Kevin didn't seem convinced. I asked him to grab me a shirt from our room, and he left. Shawn and Matt enjoyed the moment, and didn't take their eyes off my chest until Kevin got back. Kevin threw me the shirt and I pulled it on. A bit later, Kevin and I got a moment alone, and he wanted to talk about what happened. I felt a bit uncomfortable. I've had past boyfriends that were the jealous type, and I really didn't want Kevin to be another one. So, I assured him that it was no big deal. He didn't quite seem convinced, but he didn't argue the point further. We went about the rest of the day as normal. Shawn and Matt were definitely warming up to me. They made a lot of jokes, and I felt much more welcome. By the end of the day, I really felt we were becoming good friends. But, just to seal the deal, I decided to make the guys dinner. We ate in the living room, and they all really enjoyed it, and complimented my cooking, which made me feel even better. I finished my meal first and returned to the kitchen to clean up. A few minutes later, Shawn came in, with the rest of the dishes. "Hey Elise," he said, dropping the dishes in the sink. "Thanks for earlier. I may have seen plenty of boobs before, but I have to say, yours are definitely my favorite." I blushed, "Thanks, Shawn. I'm glad you like them." He turned and started to leave, but then turned back. "Um." He looked back towards the living room, I guess to make sure Kevin wasn't coming or something, before saying, "Can I see them again?" He smiled. I slapped his arm playfully, pretending to be resistant, but deep down, I knew I really wanted to show them to him again. So, I grabbed the bottom of my shirt, and lifted it up, flashing him for a few seconds, before pulling it back down. "Thanks, Elise" he said, smiling. "You're the best. Do you want any help with the dishes?" "Nah," I replied. "I've got it." He turned and left, while saying, "Well, we're gonna start a movie now. Come join us when you're done." "Alright, will do." I called after him. About ten minutes later, I came into the living room and sat on the couch next to Kevin. Before long, Kevin was out like a light. About half way through the movie, I had to go to the bathroom. On the way back, I met Matt in the hallway. I half-expected what he was about to ask. "So," he whispered, with a smile. "I heard you flashed Shawn again. I think it's only fair I get another look, too." I sighed and smiled. "Alright, fine," I whispered back. I grabbed the bottom of my shirt, and lifted it, just like I did for Shawn. Then I pulled it back down. "Happy?" He smiled, but said, "Yep. They're great. But I prefer home-grown." I was shocked at what he was suggesting. "What's that supposed to mean?" "I mean, don't get me wrong. All tits are great. I'm just not a fan of silicone," He turned to walk away. I stopped him, and said, with a little anger in my voice, "My tits are not fake!" "Suuure, they're not," he said, clearly still not believing. "Whatever you say, Elise." "I'm serious." They were not fake, and I wanted to prove it to him. So, I pulled my shirt back up, grabbed them, and shook them a bit. "Fake tits don't jiggle like this." He watched me shake my tits, but he still seemed like he wasn't sure. "Hmm. I'm not convinced. Hold on, let me go get Shawn." He departed and returned with Shawn right behind him. "Elise says her tits are real. I don't believe her. What do you think?" I really wanted to show them how much they jiggled, so I let go of them, and jumped up and down a few times, letting them bounce freely. The guys watched, definitely enjoying the sight, but when I stopped, Shawn said, "Well, that was certainly nice to watch, but I'm still not convinced. I've seen plenty of fake tits that bounce like that. There's really only one way to tell fake tits from real ones." "Oh? What's that?" I asked, already knowing what he was about to suggest. "Well, feeling them of course," he said, with a slight smirk. I smiled. I was right. "Alright, fine. Feel them. I swear they are real." I held my shirt up, out of the way, offering my tits to the two guys. Shawn stepped forward first, gently grabbing my right boob with one hand. He gently squeezed it a few times, before taking the other one in his other hand, and doing the same. "Hmm," he said, looking at them as he continued squeezing them. "They do feel pretty real, but I'm still not quite sure. Matt, what do you think?" He stepped back, and offered my tits to Matt. Matt stepped forward, and took Shawn's place in front of me. He wasn't as gentle as Shawn. He immediately grabbed both tits in his hands, and squeezed pretty hard. It wasn't painful or anything, just a much stronger grasp. After a few squeezes, he pinched both my nipples (which caused me to let out a small yelp), then stepped back. "Ouch!" I replied, rubbing my nipples, before pulling my shirt back down over my breasts. "That hurt!" Matt smiled and said, "I'm sorry. They were sticking out. It looked like they really wanted to be pinched. Anyhow, I believe you, Elise. I think they're real." I smiled. Shawn shook his head. "No way. I don't think so. How about this. We'll ask Jeff. If he thinks they're real, I'll admit that I was wrong." "Alright, deal," I said, and Shawn and I shook hands. "But we can't wake Kevin up. If he sees, he wouldn't like this." Shawn agreed, and I followed the guys back to the living room, where Jeff and Kevin were. Kevin was still passed out on the couch, and Jeff was sitting in the recliner. Jeff looked up when he saw us walk in. Shawn walked over, and whispered something in his ear; probably asking if he would be okay doing this. He smiled, but shook his head. Shawn gave him a look, and Jeff rolled his eyes, and changed his response to a nod.  Shawn gestured me over. I stood in front of Jeff, and leaned over, offering Jeff my tits, but Shawn shook his head at me. Then he made a gesture, showing me he wanted me to take my shirt off. I looked over at Kevin, to make sure he was still asleep, then turned back, grabbed my shirt, and pulled it over my head, and dropped it to the floor. Then I pushed my bare tits towards Jeff again. Shawn was behind me, and he gave me a small push on my butt, causing me to loose my balance. I caught it on the chair, but my tits were right in Jeff's face. I looked back at Shawn, and made a face like "that wasn't funny!" He gave me another hand motion, which I took to mean that he wanted me to get on top of Jeff. I looked over at Kevin again, to make sure that he was still asleep, then climbed on Jeff's lap, straddling him. Shawn smiled. He seemed content now. I looked down at Jeff. He didn't seem very pleased with what was going on. I could tell he felt uncomfortable. Probably something about his best friend's girlfriend straddling him topless, while his friend slept on a nearby couch. Shawn wanted to make sure Jeff had a very good look, so he put his hands on my bare back, and pushed me forward a bit. I put my hands on Jeff's shoulders to keep my balance, and I felt his breath glide across my bare skin, inches from his face. Then, Shawn whispered in my ear, "Hop up and down a bit. Show Jeff your tits are real." I did as Shawn said, hopping up and down, making my tits bounce. On about the third hop, I felt Jeff's hard cock poke my inner thigh, through his tented shorts. I could even feel a bit of pre-cum seeping through. Then, Shawn whispered in Jeff's ear again, and Jeff shook his head hard. After a stern look from Shawn, he relented, and lifted his hands up, grabbing my tits gently. He moved them around a bit, and it felt really good. I could feel myself getting quite wet at this point. I just hoped Jeff wouldn't notice. Then I heard the buzzer for the dryer. It caused Kevin to stir a little. I quickly climbed off of Jeff, but Kevin didn't wake up. I walked down the stairs to the washing machine. I put the clothes in a basket, and took them back to my room. A moment later, Shawn and Matt joined me, with my shirt. I'd completely forgot that I was still topless! Shawn handed me my shirt, and said, "Well, that was a lot of fun." I was still quite hot from being so close to Jeff, and Shawn and Matt had seen plenty of my tits, so I put the shirt on the bed, and continued putting my laundry away. I didn't want to talk to Shawn, after all he said to me. He could tell I was upset with him, so he said, "I'm sorry Elise. I believe that your tits are real. In fact, I knew it from the very beginning." I was confused, "wait, then why did you make me do all those things?" He smiled, "Well. To be honest, we all find you very attractive, Elise. We just wanted to have some fun." Matt nodded, and said, "Yea. We didn't mean to hurt your feelings." I sat down, and scowled for a moment. Shawn sat next to me, and put his arm around my shoulder. "Can you forgive us?" I sighed and smiled at him. "I guess so," I said, and without thinking, put my arms out and gave him a hug. I felt my bare breasts press into his chest as he hugged me back, with his hands on my upper back. After a moment, he released me. Matt frowned and said, "Hey, do I get one?" I smiled at him too. "Alright, come here" I stood, and gave him a hug too. He was a little more daring, and put his hands on my lower back, but still wasn't really crossing any boundaries. Then we released, and I continued putting my clothes away. Shawn and Matt turned to the basket, and started grabbing their clothes. I turned to my closet to put a shirt away, and when I turned back, I saw Matt holding some fabric up. "Are these yours, Elise?" he said, examining them. They were a very plain pair of white panties. "Very conservative." I snatched them from him, and said, "Yes, those are mine! They're comfy." Shawn smirked, and said, "Yea. I guess I just thought you were a different kind of girl." I folded the panties and put them in my underwear drawer, while I asked "A different kind of girl?" "Well," he said, pretending to hesitate a moment, but I didn't really buy it. "From all the skin you've showed us already, I just thought you like showing off, so I figured you would have thongs and other sexy underwear." I didn't know if I agreed with what he said about me showing off, but I definitely didn't want him to think I was a prude or anything, so I said, "I do wear sexy underwear! Just not all the time." He smiled, and said, "Come on Elise. You don't have to lie to us. I understand if all you have is granny panties." Now I was back in the mode of proving him wrong, like earlier. So, I decided to show him. "I do wear sexy underwear. In fact, I'm wearing them right now." I turned around, bent forward a bit, and pulled down the back of my pink shorts, flashing the guys the red thong I had on underneath. Then I stood back up, and turned around. "See?" They both had a huge grin on their face. That's when I realized they had manipulated me again. "Oh my god! You guys just said that so I'd show you my underwear, didn't you?!" They both laughed, and Shawn said, "Well, to be completely honest, yes. Like I said earlier, we find you attractive." I didn't really like that they tricked me, but I did like that they found me attractive. But, I decided that was enough fun for the night. "Alright guys. You've had your fun. I think it's time to go back to the living room. The movie is almost over, and I don't want Kevin getting the wrong idea." They seemed a little disappointed at that, but they didn't protest. I pulled my shirt back on, they grabbed their clothes, and we all left the bedroom. Matt went to his room, and Shawn stopped to talk to me for a moment. "Hey, Elise," he said. "I don't think I've got your number yet." "Oh. Yea, I guess not. Give me your phone. I'll put it in there." He handed it to me, and I put it in. Then he continued to his room. I was still hungry, so I decided to make some popcorn before returning to my spot at Kevin's feet. Shawn and Matt were seated in their spots. The timing was perfect. I sat down, and a couple minutes later, Kevin woke up and we finished the movie. "Damn, looks like I missed everything," He mumbled as he woke. Matt and Shawn laughed, "You snooze you lose." I looked up at him as he woke up. "Come on sleepy head, let's go to bed." We went to the bedroom. I was still a little wet from straddling Jeff, and I really wanted to show Kevin that I was his girl, so I started making out with him. He knew what I was wanting, and he wanted it too, so it only took a few seconds from the time the door closed, to get me naked, on the bed, legs spread wide, with Kevin's cock inside me. And it was only a few minutes more until he pushed me over the edge. I came hard. I might have been a little loud, but I wanted Shawn, Matt, and Jeff to know that at the end of the night, I was with Kevin, and that's all that mattered. Soon after I came, I felt Kevin's warm cum fill me up. We spooned for a while, and I was thinking about the day. At the start of it, I was convinced Kevin's roommates didn't like me. By the end, I felt much better, and I think they did too. "I'm really happy that your roommates seem to like me," I told Kevin. Kevin didn't say anything. I couldn't help but think about my time on Jeff again. I knew he didn't want to betray Kevin, but I could tell, deep inside, he liked me being on top of him. And I had to admit that I did too. I couldn't believe how much Shawn and Matt liked my tits. I had heard most guys were like that, but I had a bit of a sheltered childhood, so I hadn't really noticed any of that. For some reason, I found it very funny that they were so mesmerized by a little bit of skin. I found myself laughing. Kevin noticed, and asked, "What are you laughing about?" "You're roommates are so funny," I said, "You'd think they'd be tired of looking at my boobs after a few times, but they never seem to be." He was almost asleep before I said that, but my answer seemed to wake him up. "A few times?" He asked. I told him most of what happened while he was asleep. I left out a few details, partly because I didn't think they were very important, but also I didn't know how Kevin would react. By the end, I think we were on the same page about it all being harmless fun. In fact, Shawn and Matt's games were making me feel part of the group, so I kind of liked it. "It's really fun being one of the guys, you must have a blast living here!" I exclaimed. "Yeah, it's a non-stop ride," he mumbled. --- When I woke up, Kevin was already gone. I knew the rest of the guys would be out today, so Kevin and I would have the place to ourselves. I got up, and went to the bathroom. I was still naked from the night before, but I figured the guys were probably already gone, so it wasn't a problem. I hopped straight into the shower. When I got out, I dried off, and went back into Kevin's bedroom to grab some clothes, but before I got to the dresser, I noticed a light blinking on my phone, so I looked at it. It was a group text from Shawn, with Matt on it too. "Hey Elise. I wanted to apologize again for last night. Matt and I were out of line, and we shouldn't have tricked you like that." I texted back, "It's alright. No harm, no foul. To be completely honest, I kind of liked the attention." I went to the dresser to get something to wear. Normally, on a day when I'm just lounging, I'd wear a comfy pair of panties underneath, but after what the guys said last night, I decided on a small, off-white pair instead. I pulled them on, and saw another text come in. It was from Matt this time, "Oh yea? Well, we liked it too. I actually thought of an idea last night before I fell asleep. I know you can't flash us all the time, so what if you sent us a picture instead? Then we wouldn't bug you about it as much." I thought about it. One picture couldn't hurt. So, I went back to the bathroom, and took a picture of my chest in the mirror. I wanted to make sure they got a good look, so they wouldn't ask again, so I framed the picture right around my tits. I sent it to them, with the text, "Hmm. I guess that makes sense. Here you go." I went back to the bedroom and pulled on one of Kevin's shirts, then headed out to the living room. I sat on the couch next to Kevin, with my bare legs stretched across his lap. "Ahh," I sighed as I stretched, "so nice having the place to ourselves." After a few minutes, my phone beeped. It was Shawn. He said, "Wow, great picture! Almost too great. Your face isn't in the picture. Did you get this from the internet?" I smiled, and texted back, "No, that's my chest, silly. Why would I send you a picture of someone else's chest?" A couple minutes later, he texted back, "I don't know. But I don't think these are the tits I'm looking for." I laughed at the Star Wars reference, "lol. Well, they are. Would you like another picture to prove it?" He texted back again, "Yep. If you include your face, I'll believe it." I smiled and told Kevin I'd be right back. I got up and went to the bathroom, and pulled my shirt off. I took a new picture, making sure to include a lot more of me this time. I framed it from above my head down to my belly button. I sent it, saying, "Here you go. That's me, in just my panties. Believe me now?" I pulled my shirt on, returned to the living room, and sat down. A minute later, Shawn replied, "Wow! Yep, I believe that's you now. But, I don't believe that you're wearing panties. I think after everything we saw last night, there's no way you're wearing anything more than your birthday suit." I laughed, and got up again. I went back to the bathroom, took my shirt back off, and took another picture. This time, it was little awkward, because the mirror in the bathroom was pretty small. I had to climb up onto the edge of the tub to get my panties and my face in the picture. I took it, and sent it, with the text, "I'm not that crazy!" I went back to the living room and sat down again. A few seconds later, Matt texted back, "Wow. I'm genuinely surprised. What kind of panties are those? A thong?" I smiled again, and started to get up. But Kevin stopped me this time, and asked what I was doing. "You're roommates are so funny," I replied, "They keep asking me for topless pictures." "Huh?" he said, surprised. "Shawn and Matt. They want more pictures," I said. "More?!" he said, with a bit of outrage in his voice. "What did you send them?" I didn't understand what he was upset about. "Just a couple pics. I thought it was a good idea and that you wouldn't mind. If they have pictures they won't need to ask me to show them my boobs again. Why are you upset?" "Well, first," he said, then paused. He figured out his words, and continued, "I'm your boyfriend and you don't even send me pictures." "Oh!" I said, realizing what was wrong. "I'm sorry, I never thought of that. Here you go." I sent him the three pictures, and heard his phone beep in the other room. "So you're okay now?" I asked, smiling. "No," he stammered, "you're sending nude pictures to other guys!" I rolled my eyes, "They're not nude. Just some boob pics. I thought we agreed that seeing my boobs was no big deal. How is this different?" He rubbed his head, and said "Show me the pictures." I sat down beside him and opened my photo gallery. "These three," I said, bringing them up. He looked at the first one, then swiped to the second one. He gave me a questioning look, so I explained, "I needed to send the second one because the guys said without my face they could be anyone's boobs." He swiped to the third, and asked, "Why are you doing that?" I shrugged, "They teased me about that pic too. They wanted a full body shot. Apparently they didn't believe I was wearing underwear." He handed the phone back to me. He seemed satisfied that what I did was okay, but he said, "Please don't send them any more boob pics." "Oh, okay," I replied happily and sat back down. A couple minutes later my phone beeped again. I read the message. It was from Matt. It said, "I was looking at that first one again. Do you have a birth mark under your left breast? I can't really tell." I looked up at Kevin. He wanted to know what the text was. I said, "They want another boob pic." He shook his head, "No." I texted back, "Not right now. Kevin says I can't send you any more boob pics." A few seconds later, another text from Shawn: "Well, Kevin is a big poop. 💩" I immediately burst out laughing. I told Kevin about the text, but I couldn't keep myself from laughing. That emoji always gets to me. I finally pulled myself together, and Kevin said he was going to go take a shower. As soon as he left, I got another text from Matt: "So, no boob pics. What about some butt pics? I still want to know if that's a thong." I smiled and shook my head at their persistence. I thought about it for a minute. Kevin did only say no boob pics. And butt pics aren't even as bad. Everyone has them, and they even show them on TV sometimes. So, I decided it'd be alright. Kevin was using the bathroom for his shower, so I decided to use the mirror in his room. I went over to it, and angled it so I could see my lower half. I pulled my shirt up above my butt, and snapped the pic and sent it. Matt replied, "I can't really see. Is that a thong or not?" I looked back at it, and realized it was a little hard to see my panties from that far. So I grabbed the mirror from the dresser, and put it on the floor. I got on my knees and elbows, with my butt facing the mirror, and snapped the picture over my shoulder and sent it. Shawn replied this time: "Wow, very sexy. You know, with those panties, it almost looks like you're not even wearing panties." I looked back at the picture, and saw what he was talking about. The panty color was kind of close to my skin color, so it blended in. I decided to reply with another picture. I got back on my knees, with my butt to the mirror again, but this time, I pulled my panties down to my knees. I wanted to show them that I was really wearing panties, so I showed them what I looked like without them, so they could compare. I snapped the picture and sent it. Matt replied first, "Wow, thanks Elise!" Shawn replied next, with the text "😮 Definitely the best pic so far!" I looked back at the pic, and realized that with my panties out of the way, and my body angled the way it was, my cheeks had opened and you could clearly see my butthole and my pussy! I immediately replied to them, "Oh my god, guys! I didn't even look at that pic before I sent it. Please delete it!" They both replied that they would, and I breathed a sigh of relief. I was having so much fun taking pictures. I wanted to take more. But I knew I couldn't send Shawn and Matt any more. So, I decided to take some for Kevin. My panties were still off, and I took my shirt off, so I was completely naked. I knelt back down in front of the mirror, facing it this time. I put one hand on my pussy, and took a picture with the other. Then I leaned back, and spread my legs wide, and snapped another picture. I took one more, squatting, with my legs wide, and spreading my lips apart. I sent all those to Kevin. Once they were sent, I stood up, and pulled my panties and shirt back on. I left the bedroom, and passed Kevin on the way to the living room. He had just gotten out of the shower, and had a towel wrapped around him. "Hey handsome, feeling better?" I said cheerfully as I walked by. I continued to the living room, and sat down. A moment later, Kevin scared the crap out of me. He was very upset, and came in, practically yelling, "Did you send them another boob pic?!" "No, of course not. You asked me not too," I replied, shocked. I said I wouldn't, and of course I wouldn't break his trust. "Why's my mirror on the floor?" He asked, calmer now. "They wanted a bum pic, and that's the only mirror I could find that would work," I replied quietly hoping he wouldn't explode again. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "Can you show me?" he asked hesitantly. I handed him my phone, and said, "These three. But I'm not sure why you're so upset. Seeing a bum isn't even as bad as seeing boobs. They even sometimes show bums on TV." He looked through the pictures and asked, "You didn't actually send that did you?" I felt my face blush. He had just seen the last one. "That one showed a lot more than I intended and I didn't realize it until I already sent it. But the guys said they'd delete it so don't worry. They're just pictures. No big deal right? Plus, I took a couple more special ones I sent just to you." I smiled at him. "Check your phone and tell me what you think." He went to the bedroom and picked up his phone. I followed him. I really enjoyed his reaction.  "Oh my god," he said under his breath as he looked at them. I whispered in his ear, "I thought you'd like them. I wish I knew earlier how much you guys liked getting pictures." I reached down and grabbed his stiff cock. "It made me really excited taking the special one's for you too. Here, touch me and see." I grabbed his hand, and guided it to my pussy. He rubbed it a bit, and I felt myself drip all over his fingers. "Fuck me," I begged. He did. He stripped me out of my t-shirt and panties, and threw me on the bed, climbing on top of me. I might have gotten a little crazy with my noises. I was so turned on from the pictures I sent him (and the other guys). His cock felt amazing. Before I knew it, I was screaming his name, and cumming. He joined me a moment later, and I felt another giant load release inside me. "God I love you," I whispered when we were done. My throat hurt a little bit from screaming his name. "You're okay with the pictures right? You liked the ones I sent you?"  "The ones you sent me were really hot," he said tiredly. I was very glad he said that. "I'm so happy you like them. I really liked taking them for you. Do you want me to take more? I can send you lots more," I said eagerly. "I'd really like that," he said. "I'm really sorry I upset you with the pictures to Shawn and Matt, I'll try to be more careful and not show so much. Can I send them more if I'm careful? We were just having some fun. They were just fun pictures. Shawn told me in Europe even some of the newspapers have topless women in them, so it's no big deal right?" He nodded slightly as he started to drift off. I leaned over and kissed him softly on the lips, and said "I'm really glad you know whatever I sent them was just in fun and didn't mean anything. You're the one I love." "I love you too," he said, barely audible. "We're okay then? No big deal?" I repeated softly. "Yeah," he mumbled just before falling asleep, "no big deal." I waited a moment, to make sure he was fast asleep. Then I slowly and quietly slipped out of the bed, and creeped down the hall to the bathroom, with my phone. I didn't bother getting dressed, because I didn't want to wake Kevin. Once I got to the bathroom, sat down on the edge of the tub. I wanted to show Shawn and Matt that I was Kevin's girl, so I opened my legs, and took a close-up shot of Kevin's cum leaking out of me. I sent it to them, with the text, "Alright guys. Kevin said I could send you more pictures, but I want to make it clear that I'm his. Got it?" A moment later, I got a reply from Matt: "That's great, Elise! Yes, we completely understand. I'm glad he agreed to it." Then I got one from Shawn: "So, are you taking requests?" I laughed, and replied, "I'm about to head to bed, but I guess I can take one more picture for you today." Shawn replied, "Awesome. I'd like to see a full body nude selfie." Before I could take the pic, Matt said, "One each, right? I'd like to see one with your legs spread, and one foot up on the tub." I took the two pictures, and sent them. "Alright guys, here you go. Now, Kevin wasn't too pleased with the picture of my pussy from earlier, but now that you've seen it, I don't see the harm in showing you again. But I want you to delete these once you've looked at them, and please don't tell Kevin about them. These are a one-time thing. Got it?" They both agreed, and I headed back to the bedroom. I climbed into bed, and snuggled up to Kevin, falling asleep.

Kiara Joins the Military by DannyHunter1066 Introduction: Kiara was shy. She had never been popular at school and had chosen a new career in the military as a way of building confidence and starting again in life. What she got wasn't quite what she expected.... but it starts her down a road that will change her forever. Chapter 1 Kiara was shy. She had never been popular at school and had chosen a new career in the military as a way of building confidence and starting again in life. Away from her home town, she wanted only to keep her head down and make her way in life and had made a promising start. She had joined a male-dominated world in the military but was quietly determined to prove herself to everyone in her home town and in her new life. As Kiara started training, she started to notice glances from some of the boys and even a couple of the girls. She didn't think of herself as pretty and had never had any real attention off of anyone before. The rumblings of attention made feel uncomfortable, even though nothing was done or said, she did everything she could to dissuade them. She wore baggy clothes in downtime that didn't show off her figure and she made sure not to give any of the males in her training group too much attention, less it encourage further attention. Speaking of her figure, Kiara was petite but well proportioned, 5'4" with a 34C bra size she had big perky breasts that sat high and firm on her chest with long red hair and bright green eyes. She had strong legs and a fantastic ass that had been formed from years of dance, horse-riding and running. Running was one of Kiara's favorite activities, but there was no hiding from hungry eyes when stepping out for PT. As a trainee, Kiara was given issued PT kit that was ill fitting and uncomfortable. It was designed for use by both men and women and with her ample proportions, the items were tight across her ass and chest. The worst part was always the waiting around for the session to begin. As she stood at attention in formation, she was unable to hide as both instructors and trainees alike eye her up and down, searching for imperfections that she felt were amplified under scrutiny. She longed for the session to start so that she could run away and get out of her own head. Mercifully, the pre-session instructions and roll-call didn't take too long today and they were released for 1 hour independent running across the academy grounds. She practically sprinted off from the assembly point and took a route that she knew would leave her mostly alone to run. The weather was scorching hot and she was terribly uncomfortable in the ill fitting, thick and scratchy material of her clothes. Especially uncomfortable were the shorts, she tried to put it out of her mind but the more she ran, the worse it got. Swiftly, Kiara realised that they were twisted somehow. She didn't want to stop and lose momentum but the rubbing was unbearable and, spotting a small estate staff's lock-up with a wooden fence along one side just off her path, she pulled over. The small building was locked up and didn't look currently in use so Kiara pulled at her shorts to release whatever was rubbing her skin so badly. The tugging and fidgeting did nothing to make herself more comfortable and feeling down the back of her shorts, she realised that it was her underwear that was twisted. They were fully twisted in the middle and would have to take them off to fix the problem. Irritable in the heat and frustrated with her previous lack of attention to detail, she petulantly kicked off her shoes and pulled down her shorts, struggling to pull them over her ass. Clearly she had been in too much of a rush to get dressed and make parade on time. As she finally freed the shorts from her ass, the shorts caught her underwear and pulled them down with it to just under her cheeks. Kiara was shocked as the sudden exposure of her pussy to the air and the warmth of the sun hit her from behind. The sensation caught her off guard and she froze for a moment, bent over double with her shorts around her ankles and her underwear twisted and bunched beneath her ass cheeks. Gathering herself, Kiara slid the underwear down her legs and flicked them off her foot. She meant to flick them up to her hands to untwist them, but they shot off away from the building towards the path. Following the flight of her underwear with her eyes, she felt her stomach drop and the colour drain from her face from what she saw. Kiara's Drill Sergeant was stood on the edge of the path, open mouthed and staring at her. She hadn't heard him jog up to her position and had no idea how long he had been stood there. She could see him staring at her crotch and her practically bare pussy mound. She had only begun shaving herself between her legs whilst at training as some of the other girls said it made hygiene whilst out in the field easier and she was feeling particularly exposed. She snapped to attention and shouted "Drill Sergeant!" as she had been programmed to do. She was naked from the waist down save for some thin running socks on her feet, and whilst she knew she was supposed to keep her eyes dead forward, she looked at her Drill Sergeant and saw that he hadn't reacted at all. He was still stood there, staring at her teenage pussy and could see a large swelling building up against his shorts. She dared not move, she wouldn't know what to do even if she were allowed to do so; her legs felt like lead and they trembled under his gaze. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he broke off his gaze to look down at his own feet where her underwear had landed close by. He bent down and picked them up, looking at them as he held them out slightly. His eyes flicked back to her pussy and he gripped the underwear in his hand tightly. With the briefest glace at her, he looked away down the path. Without saying a word to her, he carried on running, still holding on to her underwear. Terrified, confused and relieved, Kiara began pulling on her shorts and trainers in a panicked fashion. She sprinted away in the opposite direction to her Drill Sergeant as fast as she could and she tried to make sense of what had just happened. What did this mean? Would she be in trouble? How could she ever face her Drill Sergeant again after what he had seen; or indeed what she had seen. She could feel the coarse material of the shorts now moving directly against her pussy and she was horrified to realise how good it felt. The shorts began to catch and stick to her pussy in the hot, muggy air. She was only just becoming aware of this when she heard a distant siren signalling that the session was nearly at an end and she needed to head back to the assembly area. Kiara was shocked that she had been blindly running, attempting to try and comprehend her half-naked encounter with her senior for over half an hour already, which had passed in the blink of an eye. Back in the accommodation block, Kiara avoided eye contact or conversation with any of the others in her squad, and practically fled to the showers to clean herself up. She slipped into flip-flops for the shower with her towel and wash bag under her arm but locked herself in a toilet stall. Putting aside her items, she reached down the front of her pants and found that her pussy was soaking wet, hot and tender to the touch. She told herself that it was just a natural response to the scratchy material of her shorts and the hot weather but knew in reality that she was incredibly turned on and began to touch herself. She rubbed a finger up and down the slit between her pussy lips and felt how thick and sticky her juices were. She must have been wet since the incident to be this creamy already and the feeling of her fingers running over her soft pussy made her audibly moan. Even in her own stall, she was acutely aware that she must try and be quiet given that she was in a shared bathroom. Slipping off her shorts, Kiara sat and leant back, spreading her legs and planting her flip-flopped feet either side of the stall door to leverage herself. She reached down between her legs and slipped two fingers inside her pussy. Sighing deeply in a great cathartic sense of release, she began to finger herself intensely, switching between rubbing up her slit to her clit before moving back down again, plunging inside herself. Flashing in her mind, wasn't her stock set of fantasies about some of the older boys or the prettier girls that she usually called upon to masturbate to. Instead, this time she was being dominated by the old, rough Drill Sergeant pushing her up against the wall that was behind her and taking her there. She had seen the lust that he had for her in his shorts and eyes and it was all she could think of. Had he made a move towards her, she wouldn't have resisted at all. Now all she could fantasize about was her Drill Sergeant fucking her pussy up against a dirty old wall. The exposure and the complete lack of control of the situation was intoxicating to her. She was consumed by it and by now her fingers had intensified their exploration and she felt beads of her juices running down over her ass onto the toilet seat. Individually, the man wasn't attractive to her, but the power he had over her was total and she knew that there was no resisting this primal urge. She felt herself building up inside before being roughly disturbed from her daze with a sudden snap. There was a second rap on her toilet stall door. "The Drill Sergeant is looking for you" warned a voice from the other side... Chapter 2 Kiara shuffled nervously along the corridor in her flip flops. You were supposed to parade at the training staff's office in immaculate working uniform but she had decided to go as she was and plead ignorance if necessary. Inside, she was hoping that the Drill Sergeant would remember their moment outside if she was dressed in the same tight clothes he had half seen her in before. As she had readied herself to go to the office she had noticed how wet her shorts were around the crotch. There was an obvious patch that would be visible to anyone passing even a cursory glance if she didn't clench her legs tightly together. She had paused for a moment when pulling them up, knowing she should at least change those to retain any scraps of dignity from the day, but went as she was, excited at her messy state. A little voice inside her said that she wanted to be seen like this, she had seen the effect she'd had on her Drill Sergeant and a bud of sexual confidence was born within her. Kiara had been totally exposed today, her hormones were flooding her bloodstream and she was still so desperately turned on from her interrupted masturbation session in the toilet stall. She subtly smelled her fingers and confirmed what she already knew. Anyone in close proximity, would know how turned on she was without even looking at the spreading patch between her legs, you could smell the sharpness of pussy on her fingers and emanating from between her legs. She was a mess, a shaking mess of hormones and eroticism and was overcome with nervous energy as she walked towards her fate. Kiara approached the office and peered inside. She couldn't see anyone in there and gave an audible sigh of relief. Whatever was about to happen to her wouldn't have an audience. She mentally flipped the thought on it's head and realised that she would be alone with the person that was the cause of her state. This man had had a significant physical reaction to her exposed pussy less than an hour ago and now she was to be alone with him. She hesitated, but was seen. "Recruit! In here..." said a commanding deep voice from a small side office that she had never been in before. She considered herself a 'good girl' and hadn't been in serious trouble so far on the course, which was the only reason to be summoned to the Drill Sergeants office under normal circumstances. Timidly, Kiara stepped in to the Drill Sergeant's office, closed the door behind her, but couldn't look him in the eye. Her eyes darted left and right and she became acutely aware of how confined the office was. There was a small desk in front of her and two soft chairs with no arms behind her, but apart from the chair upon which her Drill Sergeant sat, no room for anything else. In front of her on the desk was her underwear. Untwisted now, they sat squarely in the center of the desk. "I assume you know why you're here?" he inquired. It was a rhetorical question, and she kept silent, her eyes maintaining focus on her underwear, still unable to meet his eyes. "What happened today wasn't acceptable" he stated, "and you shall have to be punished". Silently, she thought that this judgement was harsh on her, but wasn't about to argue. "Do you agree? Do you need punishing? LOOK AT ME WHEN I AM ADDRESSING YOU!" The sudden change in tone startled her and her eyes shot up to meet his. He didn't look angry, he looked calm. She was in his world now, and he was in complete control. Clearly, the incident earlier when he had come across her exposed ass and pussy in full view in the sun had caught him off guard, but the balance of power was once again squarely in his hands. "Yes, I deserve to be punished, Drill Sergeant" she managed to squeak out. Her voice trembled as she spoke. The Drill Sergeant rose from behind his desk and Kiara couldn't help but notice that he wasn't wearing his standard issue belt and that his trousers were noticeably tight around his groin. The belt was held in his right hand and folded in half three or four times. He side-stepped around the side of his desk and half passed her on her left hand side. As he passed her, his groin brushed against her hip, partially due to the size of the office, partially deliberate, she assessed. Silently, she stood stock still and raised her chin a little in an attempt to retain her composure. Her insides were fluttering wildly, her mouth was dry and it felt as if all the moisture in her body was flooding to her groin as the nervousness and anticipation of her impending punishment drove her mad with excitement. In her head, Kiara was in turmoil. She had barely even kissed a boy before and here she was, soaking wet having publicly exposed herself to an older man and her superior before masturbating as she recalled the incident. She felt her Drill Sergeant's palm on the small of her back. The force applied was soft but clear, she bent forward at the hips until her head rested on the desk, right where her underwear lay. Upon it she could smell both herself and the unmistakable smell of a man. This wasn't something she was used to on her underwear but she found it incredibly exciting. The effect of the motion meant that her legs naturally turned inwards, spreading her hips and cheeks. There was no way that her Drill Sergeant wouldn't be able to see the rapidly spreading wet patch that had formed between her legs and stained her running shorts. With her legs parting, Kiara both heard and felt her Drill Sergeants reaction simultaneously. His shaft twitched against her hip and he inhaled. Taking a moment to compose himself, the Drill Sergeant stepped around behind her and Kiara sensed him crouching down. There was now no doubt that he had a full view of her soaked running shorts and even she could smell the sharp tang of her juices in the small space. Hands found the sides of her shorts and gripped her waist band. Steadily they pulled down her shorts but they caught between her thighs. Kiara knew that there was no resisting this happening and allowed her legs to carry on their range of motion, arched her back slightly and her legs parted to release her last shred of modesty. Still not wearing any underwear, which would be useless now anyway, her pussy was once again exposed to this man. Her wet pussy stood proudly on display, she could feel the faint tickle of his breath between her legs and felt her legs to begin to tremble with anticipation. She longed to push back, to feel him contact her sex and pleasure her. Nervousness had frozen her brain, she was completely compliant and would do anything that she was commanded to at this point. She could think of nothing else other than how badly she wanted, or needed, to feel his touch. She wanted to be claimed and taken. She was here, pliant and obedient, did he want her? Internally, she pleaded to feel this mans thick shaft pierce her hymen and deflower her on the desk. Why wasn't he fucking her? Why wasn't he making her a woman already? 'Whack!' After a short period of stillness, the first thing that Kiara knew was an explosion of pain arching out from the point of impact across her right ass cheek. As she had suspected, the belt had been prepared as a short flail. She felt the thick leather strap rise and fall upon her soft exposed flesh with force and she yelped loudly as she flinched. Instinctively, one hand gripped the desk to brace herself and the other she bit down upon to try and muffle herself against the pain of the spanking. She screwed her eyes shut and her breath ran hot. Quickly, Kiara lost count of the smacks against her skin. Each one rocking her forward on her flip-flops as the pain shocked her system. She was sprawled across the desk and felt her eyes prick with tears, but instead of being upset, she was in a world of pleasure. She was on the edge of losing control. All she wanted to do was abandon her usual timidity and mount this man who was causing her such pain and primal arousal. Was she a freak for being so turned on by her exposure and the physical stimulus of being so ruthlessly spanked? As the hits continued, she felt thick, bright pink welts rising across her cheeks. With startling accuracy, the Drill Sergeant found the same spot over and over again. The only available respite was the occasional switching between cheeks. Her finger was being bitten hard now, the pain almost equal to the pounding her ass cheeks were being subjected to. She removed it from her mouth and her lips found the only other item available to her, her dirty underwear. She tasted her own juices soaked into the underwear which was now being used to muffle her moans but there was another taste there also. It tasted of man, salty and bitter, she had never tasted a mans cum before, and hoped that was what it was. The mixture of her own dirty underwear, her pussy juice and whatever her Drill Sergeant had left on them she found intoxicating. Enough was enough now, she needed him to take her. Chapter 3 As suddenly as the spanking started, it stopped. Kiara didn't move, but neither did her Drill Sergeant. What he was doing, she had no idea, she couldn't feel or hear him moving. She lay on the desk, still braced with her face buried in her own dirty underwear, her running shorts damp around her ankles. She had no idea what would follow next. Slowly, her breathing rate relaxed and her chest stopped heaving so violently. Her position was uncomfortable, so she moved. In a slow deliberate motion, she began to rise from the desk and turned to face the Drill Sergeant who had so recently disciplined her. He was red faced and breathing heavily. He had a surprised expression on his face and Kiara wondered why. As she did so she felt a bead of juice run down the inside of her leg. Maybe she wasn't supposed to be so turned on by the spanking she'd received. They made eye contact. She was was still breathing deeply and gulped, composing herself. Slowly, she slipped off her shorts and flip flops. Sitting back on the edge of his desk slightly she spread her legs a little, an invitation. Or perhaps more accurately, a plead. Her Drill Sergeant didn't move, his eyes moved down to once again rest on her dribbling pussy. Now that she could see it for herself, she could see that it was bright pink and swollen looking, it seemed like all the blood in her body was flooding to the area, her pretty little pussy blushing under the mans gaze. She had never had sex before, but she regularly touched herself, so turned to what she knew and began to softly touch herself. Three fingers gently rubbed the outside of her pussy, moving in small circles over her slit and clit. One finger split her pussy lips, running up and down between them through her slit. She let out a small shudder of a moan and her lips parted slightly. Her Drill Sergeant made a slight move, barely noticeable, but his hand flinched towards her. He wanted her, badly. The tightness previously observed in his trousers was now a straining bulge. She traced the length of his shaft with her eyes and swallowed nervously. One thing was for sure, he was bigger than her fingers. Reciprocating the slight movement of her Drill Sergeant, Kiara's pussy-free hand instinctively reached out towards him. This was it, decision time. There was no going back now. Her pussy was dripping wet as she rubbed it on his desk, one way or another this tension was going to come to a head. She wanted him, he wanted her. How would he react? Would lust override his professionalism? Her heart was pounding in her chest, her mouth was bone dry and her throat crackled with adrenaline. After leaving her inviting hand hanging momentarily, finally he took it. She gave the slightest pull towards her and he took over. Swiping her hand off her pussy, he sank in one motion to his knees and took her in his mouth. Hungrily his tongue flicked out in search of the beads of pussy juice that had formed inside her and sought an escape through her lips. Softly kissing her pussy he moved up to her clit, flicking and teasing it with his tongue. He latched on to her clit, sucking on it hard as his fingers found the entrance to her pussy, She felt two fingers splitting her pussy lips. He had thick, rough fingers and they felt scratchy against the soft folds of her pussy's lips. Silently, she was thankful that she had been fingering herself and was so well lubricated. Those fingers and what she had spied in his trousers were sure to stretch her out. As soon as his rough fingers had spread apart her lips, the Drill Sergeant wasted no time plunging his fingers up inside her. He felt his fingers hit her hymen and he stopped in suprise. Clearly, having seen this girl naked outdoors and then get so wet both before and during punishment, he hadn't expected her to be a virgin. She felt his uncertainty, and bore her hips down on his hand, grinding into his face and feeling his fingers stretch her further. He took the hint and returning to use his tongue along the folds of her lips and back to her clit but was careful with his fingers. He was saving her for now. Kiara was sat on the edge of her Drill Sergeants desk, legs spread and having her pussy eaten out by a man significantly older than her. He was in his 40s at least and she was barely 19. It was getting hot and musky in the small office so she pulled off her rough issue t-shirt. Her chest was flushed a bright pink and she was heaving up and down as the pleasure spread from her pussy. Her Drill Sergeant saw her top fly off and followed suit. He took unbuttoned the top two buttons on his shirt and loosened his tie before pulling both off in one. He had a white tank top beneath that already looked to be dotted with sweat. Making eye contact, she could see a glisten on his face where her pussy had smeared its juices across both mouth and chin. Seeing her spread on his desk like this was too much and he pulled her face in to kiss her hard. He held a hand to the back of her head, his hand finding her military-standard bun on the back of her head and pulling it loose. This allowed him better purchase to push his fingers into her red hair and find a solid grip. Being kissed so hard, she could taste herself on his lips and tongue as he pushed into his mouth. This was all so new. The two boys she had kissed before had been as nervous and timid as her and neither had kissed her like this. This wasn't just her pussy she could taste, it was control and passion and it was driving her mad. She was melting in his strong grip and in that moment she was completely his. His office seemed like another world, away from the intense pressure of a military training environment. The Drill Sergeant found Kiara's sports bra and taking hold, began to lift it up over her head. As he did so, her tits sprung out, free of their tight confinement. Her nipples were already well alert to what was going on, standing tall in the musky office air. As she lifted her arms to allow the bra to come completely off, she lost balance perched on the edge and gripped the back of his neck, literally falling for him. Having cast her bra dismissively to the side, he brought his hands down her body to her ass, lifting her. She was raised up with startling ease and impressed by his veteran strength. She was raised high enough so that her heavy breasts were level with his mouth. He clamped onto her right nipple and sucked hard. So hard in fact that she squealed and arched her back. His mouth didn't move as the suction only intensified to keep her nipple in place. After the shock of the initial pain quickly subsided, a spiky sharp pleasure replaced it. It felt amazing and she was ecstatic when he switched the the other nipple and the process started all over again. As he left one nipple and went to the other, the air stiffened them further as it breezed over her moist skin and she moaned with pleasure. Both her nipples and pussy had felt the attention of his mouth now. She was panting, flushed and shivering and was ready for him. Setting her down he stepped back, admiring her body and the affect her was having upon her. She could see his eyes taking her in, his hands went to his trousers and he undid them. Dropping them to his ankles, his underwear followed. Now, she could finally see it, her prize. Chapter 4 Normally, when people talk about a mans cock they describe length as if it is the sole metric of judgement. But what struck Kiara more than anything was the significant thickness of the shaft presented before her. Her first thought was a significant worry that it simply wouldn't fit. What a horribly unsatisfying climax that would be. She had never had a man inside her before, and what she had before her now was a real mans. He was uncut, his skin looked thick and he could see some significant veins running along and across its surface. She could tell that he was older, it looked finely aged, like it had tasted many a woman and now she was next to be taken. She felt that she was in good, safe, and experienced hands with him and his thick cock. If she could get it in, she was going to enjoy this. She could see his heavy balls hanging behind it, equally impressive they looked heavy and full and she imagined them bursting inside her. Filling her pussy with hot thick cum. She licked her lips as she stared at them. Approaching her, he pushed her down. Lying her back on his desk he seemed to fill the space between her legs. She could feel the cold smooth wood of the desk on her back, she could feel the mans course hair of his thighs rub against hers. Her soft, subtle smoothness an antithesis of his course, rough solidity. Finally, she received the sensation that she longed for as his shaft up rubbed up against her pussy. She pushed herseld up onto her elbows, she wanted to see the moment happen. She wanted to watch and feel as his dick split her apart and made her a woman. He didn't enter her, not yet. He gripped his thick shaft and rubbed his head up and down along her slit. She shuddered as a ripple of pleasure spread across her body. His large cock dwarfed her little pussy, his hair was closely cropped and his balls looked like big smooth orbs hanging ready behind it. As he readied himself, he began to slowly stroke his shaft backwards and forwards. As his skin rolled back, she saw his big head expose itself from within. She saw it, it looked ready to burst, swollen and angry. The Drill Sergeant went back to rubbing up and down her slit. The motion made her lips part and she felt his head run across her, clit to hole. She felt him pause over her opening and looked up to find his eyes. As their eyes met he began to push into her. Her mouth parted as he inhaled and flinched, feeling herself being stretched softly open to accommodate his girth. The wetness of her pussy allowed him in, she took him well. She felt his head meet her hymen and a small spike of pain pricked out of her. He withdrew but as soon as he was out he went straight back in again. Twice more he pushed inside her, she felt her pussy react and accommodate him both times. On the third thrust he came all the way out and once again rubbed up and down her slit. She felt him gathering all the wetness that was available and stroked down his length. His shaft glistened. Hovering back over her hole he pushed in all the way, splitting her hymen and pushing through much further. Instinctively Kiara cried out as she felt herself tear, screwed her eyes closed and rocked back off her elbows on to her back on the desk. "Shhh, all done, all done" soothed the Drill Sergeant. He stayed deep inside her, not moving, allowing her to grow accustomed to the alien appendage inside of her. At first, she felt almost panicked, that there was something inside of her that didn't belong. But she began to relax, her chest and breasts heaving up and down as she lay there, her hand stretched out to reach for the Drill Sergeants for comfort. As she found it, he began to move inside of her, small movements at first, building in range and momentum. The motion radiated pleasure from within, warming her up and relaxing her. His thick rough hands held her hips on each side. He kept her anchored to the desk as he thrust up into her. As the thrusting continued, Kiara began to thrust back, she felt him inside her, spreading and stretching her. Every motion moistening her further as her body worked to contain the shaft inside. Her legs spread further, her hips tilted and rocked with each thrust. She was finally getting what she wanted, she needed him inside of her, she wanted him deeper. Instinctively, her legs wrapped around his torso, trying to pull him further into her. But this wasn't hers to control, the drill sergeant took control. His hand took a leg by the knee and raised it up, laying it on his shoulder. The effect this has was immediate and significant. The change in angle meant that her pussy had to adapt anew to the different position of his cock. It also allowed him to go much deeper. Kiara felt like her organs were about to be pushed out of her, he went so deep, and his cock was so thick, she had never felt so full in all her life. Kiara squirmed, she shifted and adjusted but there was nothing that she could do, she was being spread and dominated by the drill sergeant. He was thrusting with passion now, enjoying her squirms as she struggled with the size of him. She couldn't hold herself now as she had been holding the desk, the thrusts were too powerful and she couldn't hold on. She was fucked back and forward and her tits bounced along with them, one hand tried to hold them swinging too much while the other ran through her red hair in ecstasy. The drill Sergeant reached for her other leg now and held them both by the ankles. He spread them and fucked her harder still. She could feel his big balls smacking against her ass, the effect was exhilarating. She wanted more, she wanted to scream. In the tiny office, which was now thick with the mixing smells of their sex, Kiara's heart was beating out of her chest. A warmth was spread through her body emanating from her pussy, full as it was from the cock pounding into her. Her Drill Sergeant was mercilessly fucking her, holding her legs spread high and wide by the ankles. Kiaras chest and face was flushed bright pink, almost as much as her pussy was as it battled to try and tame the thick cock that stretched it. She could feel his pace slow, instead of the fast hard thrusts he was shifting to slower, deep ones. She was feeling his head pushing her open with every stroke. He pulled out completely. The sensation of it being taken out was heartbreaking to Kiara, in that moment it felt like the most devastating thing to ever happen and she whimpered pathetically. Propping herself up to see where the object of her affection had disappeared to, she saw her Drill Sergeant retreat to one of the soft meeting chairs at the back of the office. She followed instinctively, practically running over to return his rogue cock to its rightful place inside her. It was hers, she wanted it back. So desperate she was to get it back she practically fell into it, half crawling the last step before grasping it. Her lover was sat back, sweating and red, it was her turn to look after him for. She took the cock into her mouth and sucked deeply. Immediately her mouth was flooded with the sharp taste of her pussy and his cock mixed within her. The cock was hard to fit in her mouth, awkward with its thickness. Her tongue danced over the slick head, flicking the slit at its summit and then searching out every bead of her juices remaining on the shaft as she licked from base to tip. His balls were moist, partly from her juices that had run down over it, and partly sweaty from the exertion of fucking her so passionately. She stroked his shaft with her hand and took to sucking his balls, careful to pay enough attention to each by regularly switching. His skin was thick but his balls swelled beneath it. She fluttered excitedly at the thought of what they contained within, before returning to his dick. She used her mouth to suck and slide all the way up the side of his shaft, taking as much of it as she could in her mouth as she rose. She was back up at the top and thrust down upon it deeply. She didn't even get halfway down before it hit the back of her throat with force. She spluttered and gagged, but held it there, attempting to relax her throat. She felt it spasm and squeeze his head and heard him sigh, she seemed to be doing a good job. Looking up, she tried to keep her eyes open and as she fucked his cock with her throat. He big eyes maintaining eye contact with each stroke. Bobbing up and down, she sucked him hard until she could take it no longer. She needed to feel him back inside of her. Rising up, Kiara straddled him on the chair, he made no attempt to stop her as she positioned her pussy back above his head. She reached down and split her lips apart, and began to lower herself back down upon him. Her pussy had contracted in it's absence and she felt the mild pain of being re-stretched to accommodate it. She slip down, her weight working to her advantage as gravity seemed to pull her on deeper and deeper. She'd never ridden a man like this before, but she had ridden horses a lot and her muscle memory and instinct took over. Rolling her hips, she rode the shaft hard, she was bucking wildly on his lap and held on to his shoulders to control her movements. Her breasts stood out in his face and her nipples were hard. His hands came up and toyed with them, twisting and pinching and sucking painfully. The pain was subordinate to the pleasure and it drove her to another level. Kiara arched her back, she leaned away and she had to change her grip to holding his knees, giving her Drill Sergeant a clear view of her pussy stroking up and down on his shaft. This was too much for him and he stood up still inside her, his hands holding her around her back to keep her up. The movement had taken her by surprise as he moved decisively and suddenly. He took her back over to the desk and dropped her off. Holding her by the back of her neck, he pulled her off the desk and spun her round. He pushed her down roughly over the desk so that her breasts rested on the desk. Pulling her hair towards him to arch her back he immediately found her wet pussy waiting for him and thrust into her as hard as could. He was clearly in a higher state of arousal now as his strokes were very hard and deep, painful even. Now they weren't just having sex, she was being fucked and fucked hard. In and out he pounded her pussy, her hair tight in his grip, her face looking up at the wall without focusing as she was consumed by the action she was getting. She felt her hair being pulled even harder, he pulled up her torso from the desk but kept her hips locked against it by his own. He released her hair and his arms came around her body. His left hand found her breast and nipple and squeezed hard, the right snaking up around her neck, gripping and squeezing. Her breathing was laboured by the force it exerted upon her, all the while he continued to pump in and out of her now tired pussy. She found the effect of the choking exhilarating, he was again in complete control, roughly dominating her as he fucked her his way. There was a brief moment of panic as she felt her oxygen restricted, but this only served to heighten her senses and she trusted him completely to look after her. Kiara could feel the Drill Sergeants balls smashing against her clit as he drilled her and squeezed her sensitive nipples. Her pussy was screaming at her. Every sensation was tingling, arching sparks of pleasure out across her body as she was relentlessly fucked. Being fucked from behind was kinky and exhilarating. It felt naughty, like it was somehow even dirtier; her superior bending her over a desk, choking her and fucking her as hard as he could. This training was what she could get used to, she would be a passionate student in this arena. As dirty thoughts swirled around her head, she felt him stiffen behind her, like every muscle in his body was contracting at the same time. A hotness spread inside her pussy, she could feel it moving within and filling her up. He was cumming inside her, she didn't resist. The feeling of his cum filling her pussy felt amazing. She felt complete as he twitched and grunted as his orgasm rose and faded inside of her. As he finished, he began to pull out, releasing her body at the same time. She was so weak that she half fell, catching herself on the desk as her legs shook. The Drill Sergeant had taken a half step back and her head was close to his cock now as she staggered. She saw beads of cum on the head still, it was mixed with her juices and she wanted all of it. She moved and took it in her mouth, half crouched in front of him catching him by surprise. She sucked it hard to clean all the drops off, he jerked and eased her off him. She was crouched in front of the desk, flushed, shaking and exhausted. Looking up she looked into the drill instructors eyes but there was no affection or emotion in them. "Leave and go back to your duties" was all he said as he turned away from her. She felt lost, she was exhausted and wanted nothing more than to curl up and rest in this safe, musky place but was being ordered out. Confused and shaking still, she gathered her shorts, top and bra and went to leave, almost forgetting to put them on before she did so. As she left the external office and was back in the corridor, she leant against the wall and exhaled deeply in both relief and exhaustion. Her pussy and body were shattered and she didn't have the energy to check if someone was watching her leave the office in such an obvious state. She rested a moment and could feel the course material of the issued clothes against her sensitive skin. Her nipples, which were still slightly hard, and pussy were especially sensitive and she realised that her drill sergeants cum was beginning to slip towards her pussy lips as she stood against the wall. She began to shuffle back to the bathroom with her legs clamped as much as possible to prevent any escaping her. As she shuffled she remembered her underwear, still on the desk where her face had been buried as she was fucked. That was tomorrows problem, maybe she would be invited back to retrieve them. She hoped so.

Kate’s Story byLuv4hotwives© Kate’s Story Pt. 01: The Hot Tub I was a little nervous as Greg and I pulled up to the beach house. I was the only girl there and while I got along with all the guys, they were Greg's friends not mine. I didn't want to be the boring girlfriend that ruined everyone's good time. At the same time I could tell they all had little crushes on me. I figured maybe if I was a little bit of an innocent flirt it will help them accept me. I was also excited about getting more quality time with Greg. He wasn't great in bed yet, but practice makes perfect and this was a great opportunity to get lots of practice. The lake house was impressive "Wow, this is really nice." I commented. I saw the cars and realized the boys had beat us there. Not a surprise, Greg drives like a Grandpa. "Yeah I think it's bigger than my parents house!" Greg added. "Let's head in, I can carry the bags." He was such a sweet heart! Steve greeted us warmly at the door. He was an attractive guy and was a few inches taller than Greg. "You guys are finally here! JJ and Dean are already in back by the hot tub getting a head start on drinking. Your room is right over here. Why don't you two get changed and join us in back?" I noticed Steve check out my body as he showed us to our room. I have to admit the attention made me feel really good. I was even getting a little turned on. As we got ready I looked to Greg for a little reassurance, "Greg you are sure the guys don't mind I came along?" "Are you kidding? If they had girlfriends I can guarantee they'd be here right now too. Besides, you're so much fun to be around that they might even like you more than me!" "I don't know about that." Greg is sweet, but I was sure he was exaggerating to reassure me. Greg walked up and grabbed my breasts "Oh trust me with these they definitely like you more." He said as started to kiss my neck. I was happy that we seemed to be thinking alike as far as me being a little flirtatious. I laughed "Well good to know if they started hating me I can just give them a little show to win back their affection!" "Little show?!" He said acting all worried. I laughed, "Greg RELAX I'm just kidding, you know I'm all yours." I was already horny and this conversation added to it. I kissed Greg felt his hard penis. It was good to have validation he was turned on by the idea of me flirting. I suggested he get a condom, and he wasted no time getting one. We'd only had sexed a few times. Greg didn't last long and his size was a little.. Underwhelming. I knew from earlier fooling around stamina would be a problem, that is why I've had him use condoms even though I'm on birth control. I figured it would desensitize him. He still came quickly, but I figured it was due to the condoms not staying on very well. I bought a bunch of condoms for the trip. I was hoping he didn't realize the snug fit label meant that they were small condoms. I got the condom on his dick for him, I was so horny I wanted to get things moving. To my delight he lasted much longer than the other times! The small condom experiment was a success! He hadn't gotten me off, but I was close. I pushed his head down, so he could finish me off. As Greg ate me out I fantasized that he had never used the condom. I don't know why, but the idea of a guy going down on me after I've been filled with cum really turned me on. Of course that wouldn't work with Greg so that's why it had to be fantasy. He was really good with his mouth though, I had been teaching him to eat my pussy, and he learned really fast. I snuggled next to Greg after I came. He traced his fingers over my legs and pubic area. "What do you think, isn't my body like crazy smooth today?" "Oh yeah," he replied. "I can really tell the difference between shaving and waxing." I had been nervous about getting a full Brazilian, but I was tired of shaving. The results though had me feeling very sexy. I realized the boys were probably wondering what was taking so long and I told Greg we should probably get out there. We put our swim-suits on and headed out. The boys weren't in the hot tub yet, but were sitting on the patio enjoying the sun. I couldn't help, but appreciate the sight of these guys in their swim trunks. They were all fairly fit, but not overly so. I had no idea how they could all be single, but I did appreciate the sea of eye candy. "Finally!" Steve said. "Couldn't wait until later to fuck your hot girlfriend could you Greg?" I playfully slapped Steve's shoulder. "Hey I can't help it that a girl's got needs!" I loved that he had referred to me as the hot girlfriend! "Then why are you with Greg?" Dean teased. I laughed not just because of the funny burn on my sweet boyfriend, but also the fact unknown to Dean that Greg really didn't quite fulfill all those needs yet. JJ got drinks for each of us, and we plopped down and started to put on sunscreen. I heard Dean's voice from behind, "Hey Kate do you need help with your back?" It was such a sweet offer which I was happy to accept. It felt great as he applied the sunscreen. Honeslty it was more of a massage, but I wasn't complaining. The guys all playfully flirted, and I was beginning to get turned on. All the while Dean moved his hands lower and until his fingers slid into my swim suit and grazed the top off my butt crack. I was a tad shocked, but I loved his strong hands exploring me. Dean finished and moved back to his chair. I laid back and quickly put my legs together so no one could see how wet I was. When the sun moved behind the clouds it got a bit chilly and I convinced the guys to jump in the hot tub. Steve sat across from Greg and I while JJ and Dean were to either side. The drinks kept flowing and I began to get to know the boys better than ever. Steve eventually opened up about his lady troubles. I felt so bad for him, here was this sexy great guy! No matter how I reassured him it didn't help. The poor guy had never even seen a girl naked in person! I don't know if it was the sexual tension that had built during the day or the alcohol, but it began to occur to me I could help him. His lack of experience hurt his confidence and I could give him that experience. I already knew it would excite Greg. I decided I was going to do it! I crossed the hot tub and stood up before Steve. "Tell you what..." I paused to consider my next move one last time. I had butterflies in my stomach. "If that will make you confident consider this an early birthday present." I felt so powerful and sexy as I reached behind my neck. I took a breath and untied my suit and let it drop. I stood there with my breasts Completely exposed to these three men. I took control, grabbing Steve's hands and putting them on my chest. He was almost frozen in shock, so I told him to go ahead and play. I was feeling more turned on as he groped my breasts and rubbed and pinched my nipples. While Steve was playing with my boobs he looked down at my waist. The water came to my belly button. I knew he wanted to see my privates, so I figured why not? I climbed out and sat at the edge. I spread my legs just enough that Steve could get a clear view. For that matter JJ and Dean had a great view too! It didn't take long for Dean and JJ to admit they had similar lady problems and seeing me naked helped their confidence too! I listened as they told me stories and I offered a sympathetic ear. I felt like I was their good friend now that they could talk to me so openly. It gave me a feeling of pride that I helped their confidence and having them paying so much attention to my naked body made me feel really sexy. I was getting a little hungry, so I made a joke to change the mood from the boys complaining about failed attempts at romance. We all agreed it was time to get out of the hot tub and go out for some dinner. I started to dry off and the boys thanked me for helping them. I told them it was my pleasure to help. I glanced down at their still wet swim trunks clinging to their bodies. I could see the outlines of their penises! They all looked bigger than Greg, which was no surprise, especially Steve who looked huge. I couldn't help, but wonder what they were like hard. Greg and I went back to our rooms to change. Now that I was a little more sober and the rush from my exhibitionism was started to subside I began to wonder if I went too far. I thought I did nothing wrong, but would Greg see it that way? It wasn't long before he asked, "what was all of that about?" I explained to Greg that I was just trying to be a good friend and that if things got out of hand it was really just the alcohol. Just to be safe I apologized and did my best sad face hoping he was fine with everything. Greg replied that it was all fine except for maybe letting Steve play with my breasts. I apologized again to my surprise Greg replied with a very specific request. "Please just no more letting Steve play with your tits ok?" I was elated! Greg made no complaints about me getting naked, so he must have enjoyed that too. Even better I had a green light now to continue being a little exhibitionist. And he emphasized he didn't want Steve playing with my breasts again. I figured he wanted to still leave Dean and JJ the opportunity to do the same thing. Greg's open mindedness in addition to the fun in the hot tub had me incredibly horny. So I replied to Greg, "Of course hunny! That was a one time present! Now how about a present for you?" I pulled out a condom for Greg and started having the hottest sex we had ever had. Clearly the teasing with the boys was turning us both on and would definitely continue. The sex didn't last long, but served as almost an appetizer. It made me horny for even more. Kate’s Story Pt. 02: The Dinner "That was boiling," I was so incredibly horny from the previous several hours that even brief normally forgettable sex with Greg was just like wow. By the time he went down on me I had an orgasm in probably just a couple minutes. "I know, I suppose a little teasing doesn't hurt." Greg admitted. I had figured despite him feigning concern over my behavior that he loved that I was teasing his friends. "Really?" I asked. "Yeah, but within reason! I don't want.." I was able to finish his sentence. The only thing he really didn't want was for Steve to play with my breasts again. Even then based on everything I don't think that line was really set in stone. I told Greg we'd better hurry because the boys would be waiting. Since we were keen on me flirting more and the boys had already seen me completely naked I didn't even bother putting a bra and panties back on. I had a small pair of shorts and a cute little t-shirt that I threw on. Steve told us about a cool place in town and being so hungry we all agreed it sounded great. Steve recommended that we all just jump in his Jeep. Getting in Dean yelled, "shotgun!" Darn I wished I had thought of that! The backseat was not roomy and Greg said. "I'm not sure if there is enough room." I saw what Greg was up to, he was setting me up to tease JJ. " It's fine I can just sit on JJ's lap, and we'll fit!" I gave Greg a little wink as I plopped my butt down onto his friends lap. I loved that Greg was as into this as I was, to the point he was actively helping me. Steve started telling us a crazy story about a time they had bears at the cabin. We drove over the first bump and I pulled JJ's hand over my tummy. Feeling his hand on my gave me butterflies. It was so exciting! Then Steve mentioned something about a baby bear "Wait, was there more than one bear?" I blurted out. I was so excited to hear about the cute baby bears! Plus if Steve was telling a story then everyone would be more distracted giving JJ and I more privacy. "Yeah it was a momma bear and two cubs. So you know there was no chance of me going out there! They even took a dip in the hot tub!" Steve said. "No way, the same hot tub we were just in!?" I asked this as we went over a series of bumps. Each time I could feel JJ's erection building against my butt. He even pulled me into it slightly with each bump. I was getting so horny feeling this cute guy's hard penis against my backside. It also made me feel good that I could have such an effect on him. I wanted nothing more than to touch myself or him right at that moment. Steve told us that the bears damaged the hot tub when they played in it. That his uncle bought the current one after that. He told about other antics the cubs got into. As he got into that JJ started slowly moving his hand. My shirt moved up until his hand was rubbing my bare tummy. I began to wonder of he might start moving his hand up to my chest or down near my crotch. I didn't have to wonder for long. He began edging his hand down over the top of my shorts. He was stopping just short of the top of my slit. I parted my legs slightly so JJ would know his movements were not unwelcome. This teasing lasted several more minutes until JJ stopped moving his hand so it was resting just above my privates. Shortly after he moved his hand down over my crotch and pressed his hand firmly over my very aroused private area. He simply held at first, just like when he was holding onto me at the beginning of the drive. Only instead of holding me by my tummy he held me by my crotch. I was a little worried this might be too much, but I had seen Greg glance over a few times without reacting, so I felt I had his approval. At this point I knew even through the shorts JJ definitely had to feel that I was wet. I could feel him start to move a finger while keeping the rest of his hand motionless. He probably didn't want to call attention to what was going on. I felt him move the fabric of my shorts over. Then felt the finger move up and down several times along the edge of my wet labia. The faintest moan escaped my body as I prepared myself for him to press his finger further. Just then the truck came to a stop and Steve said we were there. On the way into the restaurant Greg whispered to me, "what happened in the jeep?" He was obviously just as excited about what had just happened as I was and eager to hear the details. I didn't really have time as we walked in, but assured Greg I'd give him the details later. We grabbed our food and went into a corner booth, the kind of shaped like a circle. Dean and JJ practically raced to sit on either side of me. They were so funny. Then Greg let Steve sit down first. He must have wanted to give me space to do even more of the teasing he had seen on the drive in. I just loved how thrilled Greg was to see me play and flirt. We were so hungry we ate like absolute animals and finished eating in just a couple minutes. I asked Steve to tell more beach house stories, figuring it was a good way to direct all the attention to him and let me tease more. JJ's subtly moved his hand under the table and put his hand on my knee. When I didn't object he began a gentle stroke on my leg. Dean took notice and followed suit. Both boys started on the top of my thigh right above my knee, but didn't take long before they were both softly rubbing my inner thighs. The hands moved up further and further and further until I felt JJ brush against the crotch of my shorts then Dean. I spread my legs slightly and the boys took the invitation. Fingers from both immediately found their way under the fabric of my shorts. Both JJ and Dean lightly grazed my labia. Their fingers moved almost rhythmically causing my labia to begin to spread. Soon they had my lips pulled open, and were tracing the inside of my labia getting ever closer to the most sensitive parts of my private. I felt an orgasm was building. Their fingers must have bumped and one moved his fingers up brushing my clitoris and one down brushing the opening to my vagina. I was on the absolute edge of having an orgasm. So I was forced to quickly move their hands away in order to avoid a very loud and public orgasm. JJ and Dean moved their hands above the table. I took a couple minutes to regain my composure. Then I rested my hands on their knees. They got me all worked up and I wanted to return the favor. I began to stroke their thighs then like they had with mine. Next I moved my hands up over Dean and JJ's crotches and rested them. The idea wasn't to get them off, but simply continue the tease. Both were rock hard and feeling their thick penises under my hands made me so horny I could have jumped out of my clothes right then and there. They felt like they had similar sized penises and good sizes at that. Both above average in length and thick. Compared to Greg's modest penis my mind wondered what it would be like to be on the receiving end of these larger one's. The server brought the check by about I gave each penis a firm squeeze before moving my hands. Walking back to the Jeep I yelled, "shotgun!" But Dean cut me off and stole my seat! I scolded him. "Hey not fair I called shotgun first!" "Well what's stopping you from sitting here?" Dean asked with a grin patting his lap. I agreed knowing Dean probably had something fun in mind. I didn't need to wait long until Dean had his hand on top of the wet shorts covering my privates. Steve told more stories, but I couldn't pay attention with Dean massaging my vulva through my shorts. This continued for a while. I think Dean was a little unsure about putting his hand in my shorts. That is until Greg asked, " Kate you're a little quiet is everything OK?" Dean slid his hand under waistband of my shorts causing me to stutter, "yeah honey everything's fine. I think I'm just getting a little tired from such a busy day." Dean began to massage my bare vulva. I guided him to my clitoris and had to suppress a moan of pleasure. He continued to play with my clitoris and I reached back and began to stroke his penis over his clothes. We played with each other my vagina dripping all over Dean's hand. I managed to unzip his pants and slipped my hand in. I was now rubbing his penis with only his boxers between my hand and his skin. Dean in response moved his finger from my clitoris and slipped it deep into my vagina. My entire body pulsed with pleasure. Unfortunately, we were approaching the lake house and had to remove our hands from each other. I was so horny I had to get Greg alone asap telling the boys, "hey boys Greg and I will be right back. I want to put on something more comfortable before we go back outside." I began to kiss Greg immediately. "Oh my God I am so hot from all the teasing!" Greg moved his hand down and feeling my wetness immediately asked for the details. "What happened Kate? Things didn't look all that innocent." I reassured Greg that every thing was teasing without romantic overtones. Seeking clarification Greg asked "Well it looked like it was very sexual things you did." I wanted to make sure he knew I wasn't doing boyfriend/girlfriend type sex stuff, but just sexual to the extent of the teasing kink we shared, "No nothing like that. Not exactly anyway, just teasing so it wasn't real sexual stuff. It was just we talked about." I reached down and found Greg's little friend totally hard. Now I knew he really loved this. He was using his mock concern to dig for the sexy details. I had no problem playing along, "Tell you what. I'll give you every detail about what happened to put your mind at ease. Ok?" I pulled out Greg's penis and had him sit. I started blowing him and switching to a hand job when I'd speak. "It started with the drive to the restaurant. I was on JJ's lap and it was a bumpy ride. Each bump caused my ass to push down onto his lap and I felt his cock get rock hard. Is that hot baby knowing that my teasing got your friend hard?" He of course and seen what JJ was doing with his hands, so I focused on what Greg couldn't see. "And then of course dinner. It was so cute how JJ and Dean were so quick to sit next to me." I felt like Greg was getting close to cumming to I gave him a summed up version of what happened at the booth, so I'd have a chance to tell him about the drive home, " So JJ put his hand on my knee and then he started to gently stroke my leg. Dean of course noticed as well as start doing the same thing. I figured get them worked up no big deal, besides attention from two men at once was really an ego boost. But when they began rubbing my inner thighs it got me really turned on and so excited I had to push their hands out the way." "Anyway after that I decided to return the favor by putting my hands on their thighs. Then I used my hands to tease their laps and let me tell you they have nothing to be ashamed of!" It was extra erotic playing with Greg's smaller penis while at the same time referring to his friends much larger members. It felt a little naughty in a very sexy way. I had just started talking about the drive home when Greg erupted in my hand. "What happened on the drive home?" Greg asked as his penis shrunk down. "Oh just teasing!" I wanted to wait to elaborate on the details until Greg could get excited again. Then for safe measure I reassured him one last time that I was playing with his friends for him. Also that any sexual play meant nothing more to me than simply being a tease, so I told him, "I just wanted to get you excited, but don't worry it was JUST teasing." Of course Greg had just cum, but I was as horny as ever so wanted to get back out with the boys right away. I took off my wet shorts and replaced the t-shirt with a large baggy one that was long enough to cover my top and bottom on its own. "Come on Greg let's get dressed and join the other guys out there I feel like we still have a lot more fun ahead of us tonight!" Kate’s Story Pt. 03: Drinking Games I threw on a big t-shirt that I had stolen from Greg. It said stud on it in big letters. He could be such a dork. When I found it in one of his drawers a while ago, he told me he got it as a joke and never wore it. Now I use it when just bumming around at home. It seemed perfect for this evening, because I knew I could be a huge tease in it. It turned me on knowing I was completely naked and vulnerable under it. Knowing how much Greg was loving this gave me a confidence boost too. And knowing how much freedom he was giving me to tease had me so excited. When we got outside, I was excited to see the boys were ready to party. Steve asked, "who wants a shot?" "Me, me!," I was so excited. Then I jumped a couple times, just enough to make the shirt lift and show the boys I had no panties on. JJ made a comment about me getting started drinking without them. A thought was crossing my mind, I was feeling naughty. I grabbed a shot from Steve and grabbed it between my boobs. I called Greg over first. "Ok who's next?" I asked, grabbing another shot. "Me first!" JJ said. I thought he was going to knock the other boys over he was so eager! Next to volunteer was Dean. He motioned me to sit on his lap. I jumped on top and straddled him. He obviously had shorts on, but it was still hot feeling my naked crotch resting on his lap. Knowing a couple layers of fabric was all the separated our privates was beyond erotic. It was hard to pull myself away, but I knew Steve would want a shot in the same manner. After his shot he did something completely unexpected, he spanked me! It was so hot and took me by complete surprise. "Ouch!" I lifted the back of my t-shirt, "that hurt a little, and look, it's a little pink now!" I rubbed my butt as I said that. It would be an understatement to say I loved bringing attention to my naked butt like that. Steve let out a small grin and apologized. Then he did something even more unexpected. He kissed my butt in the same place he has spanked it! "That's more like it!" I said, trying my best to react casually. "Now I need more shots to forget about the pain!" "I have an idea. You fed us our shots, only fair to return the favor right?" Steve said filling a shot glass and putting it in his waistband. I clapped, saying, "oh what fun!" I couldn't contain my excitement. I got down on my knees. To keep from falling over as I took the shot I reached around and held Steve's butt. It was a lot firmer than I expected and I could feel the muscles flexing. I drank the shot and as we moved my chin brushed again his bulge. I felt so naughty on my knees with my face in his crotch, felt almost like I was giving him a blow job. And damn, I sure wanted to. My shot from Dean was equally exciting, but the shot from JJ is where things got really interesting. He grabbed a shot, walked up to me, and I knelt down in front of him. I could tell right away the shot glass wasn't stable and prepared myself to help. As I was expecting, the glass slipped down into his shorts. Without even thinking I thrust my hand down into JJ's waistband and grabbed the shot glass before it could spill! I was so proud I caught it that it didn't immediately dawn on me that my hand was in JJ's underwear. Not only that, but I could now feel his penis against the back of my hand. I had felt him a little over his clothes before, but this was skin on skin. I told JJ to stay very still so that it wouldn't spill, but also so that I could take my time slowly pulling my hand out and enjoy the moment. Since it was the back of my hand I couldn't get a great feel for it, but I could tell it was larger than what I was accustomed to with Greg. I pulled my hand free, but just had to get a better feel. I decided I would use checking to make sure JJ was dry as an excuse. Placing my hand on his crotch over his shorts, I could feel his penis under my hand. Moving my hand around I could feel the entire length and the along the head of his penis. I could tell from the feel that even though he wasn't erect, he wasn't totally soft either. Honestly, I really wanted to know what it would feel like totally erect in my hand. When I finished getting a good feel I said, "I think you are dry, no spills!" And gave his penis a nice little pat. Then I placed the shot glass back in JJ's waistband and drank the shot. I was a little concerned I went too far, but since Greg didn't speak up and say anything, I knew I had his approval. "What now?" I asked everyone. "We should play some drinking games, what should we do first?" Steve asked. "Truth or dare?" Dean suggested. "That's not even a drinking game," JJ replied. As fun as that might be, I worried things might escalate too quickly and I was enjoying the teasing. "Yeah, and might be a little risky to play while drinking. Maybe never have I ever," I suggested, figuring it would give ample opportunity to tease, "It's one of my favorites!" "Sounds good to me," Greg quickly replied. He seemed to be as eager as I was for teasing. I would need to make sure I didn't disappoint him! "Awesome! Everyone get a drink!" Steve said. I mixed myself a screwdriver, with plenty of vodka. We all took a seat and I used the opportunity to tease the boys a little more. I sat cross-legged with my legs folded up under me. This forced my shirt up and obviously left me with my legs spread. I felt the eyes of all the boys on my privates. It was very thrilling, but I also wanted to have some fun with it. So I placed my drink between my legs, preventing a clear view. I could tell the boys were still trying to get a look though! This would be a lot of fun, and now whenever I took a drink I'd be exposing myself. Steve said, "who wants to start? Greg?" "Sure," Greg answered. "Never have I ever gotten a speeding ticket." The boys laughed and shook their heads. "What?" "No way!" "Ha, big shocker there," I said. Further proof he drives like a grandpa which I've been telling him forever. Of course, we all took a drink since we all drive our age. I went next, "never have I ever went paint balling." Greg took a boys trip without me. I was hoping they were going to invite me, but they never did. I totally would have loved paintball! Well, my revenge was making them all take a drink. When it got to Steve he said, "never have I ever had a three-way." It was finally getting interesting! I took a drink and all the boys looked at me in shock. I got a flurry of questions. About who it was with, which I told them it was two guys before I met Greg. Thinking about it was turning me on, it was one of the hottest things I had ever done. Dean then asked, "how was it? Would you do it again?" I did and wanted to tantalize the boys with the possibility something like that might happen, since that's clearly what they were hinting around at. "It was so much fun! I would do it again, although I'd want to go full gang bang with more guys next time." The boys perked up in excitement looking at each other and I started to laugh, "oh you boys are too easy to get worked up! I just wanted to see your reaction, so don't be expecting a freaky gang bang. Greg isn't the type to risk crossing swords." It was unfortunately true. I don't think he was exactly homophobic, but he was shy with stuff like that and didn't want to do things that might seem remotely gay. After a few more times around the circle we finished our drinks and I offered to get Greg's next drink for him, just wanted to make sure he let loose and didn't get too uptight. I know he wanted me to let loose, and I didn't want him to get in his own way of enjoying it. "This is like pure alcohol," Greg said, coughing while taking his first drink. "Oh, I just thought you could use a little something else to relax, besides mine is strong too!" I replied. "At least she's not choking!" JJ added. I was proud of that and said, "Guess the big boys aren't the only ones that can keep up." I emphasized big to further tease the boys. "Never had I ever deep throated a cock," JJ said. I took my drink. The boys had been doing a lot of these sexual ones, knowing I'd be taking a drink and exposing myself. By now, I was drunk enough that I had decided to give them a gift. I set the drink to my side, leaving myself exposed for them. In addition, I decided to tease them about how they obviously kept targeting me, "hey all these sex questions are unfair. I'm taking all the drinks!" "Well, you could help change that," Steve said slyly. Greg chuckled, "sorry bro, she's taken." It was so cute how he was pretending to be defensive. Greg hiding the fact that he wanted me to get kinky with his friends made the teasing only that much more thrilling. "Yeah!" I added, teasing, "naughty boys! Objectifying me like that!" "We might feel bad if we couldn't tell you were enjoying it," Dean commented, pointing between my legs. "Even from here I can see how wet you are." I looked down to see for myself and used my fingers to check. It wasn't a shock at all, the drinks and teasing had me hornier than I had ever been. I replied, "huh, looks like all this talk did get me wet. Greg is going to be a busy boy tonight." I knew it would drive the boys crazy, mentioning Greg was going to get lucky. Of course Greg and I knew that he wasn't the only one that was going to have fun tonight. I winked at Greg, quietly acknowledging our plan for me to tease his friends even more. "Oh great," Steve replied, taking the bait, "Greg here gets to bang you for the millionth time today after we've gotten you all horny, while you blue ball the rest of us!" "Hey sorry, but your balls aren't my responsibility," I teased. Then I smiled, "you boys could always take care of each other." The boys groaned while Greg and I laughed. If only they knew what we were planning! "Well, maybe if one of these guys had a pretty little pussy like yours they could help," Dean said. "You think it's pretty?" I asked. "Yeah, it's perfect," Dean replied. "Better than a porn stars," JJ added. "What else can it do like a pornstar?" I laughed, "well I guess you'll just need to use your imaginations!" I loved teasing these boys! I glanced over to Greg and he was staring off into space. I may have gotten him a little too liquored up, oops! "The least you could do is give us some spanking material," Dean said. "Yeah, take off that shirt, it's not like it's anything we haven't already seen," JJ added. I didn't really need any convincing, the boys being so obsessed with my body made me feel incredibly sexy. I don't think I had ever been so confident about my body. "I guess it's the least I can do," I shrugged and slipped the shirt off. For the second time in a day I was completely naked, with the eyes of my boyfriend's three friends scanning every part of my body. "Although, after all these free shows I think I deserve a show in return." "I don't think I'm drunk enough for that yet!" Steve said. "You boys need to catch up!" I glanced at Greg again, "I think Greg is done playing the game. Finish off your drinks and I'll mix you new ones!" They threw back the drinks and I got up to gather their glasses. The boys followed my body with their eyes, not that I minded. As I mixed the drinks I bent over, giving them a great view of everything. I made these extra strong. They each took a sip, "woah!" Steve said, "how drunk are you trying to get us?" "Oh come on, I thought you were tough guys. But if you boys can't keep up with a girl half your size maybe it's time to call it a night." The boys wasted no time chugging their drinks after that. "Good boys," I said. "I'll join you on the next round." Steve began to prepare the next round of drinks. After handing them out he held up his drink, "here's to the coolest chick ever. Thanks for hanging with us Kate!" "Cheers!" Both Dean and JJ said as they held up their drinks. "Awe, thank you guys," I replied. "I was worried I might ruin everyone's good time, being the only girl. You three have really made me feel welcome." I really was enjoying their company. But after all this exhibitionism on my part, I wanted some eye candy too. Dean suggested truth or dare before. Maybe that was my way in. "I don't about you guys, but I think truth or dare really would be a lot of fun now that we've loosened up." JJ didn't even wait to discuss it, he just asked, "ok Kate truth or dare then?" I wanted to draw this out and wasn't about to jump to dares right away, "truth." "Have you ever fantasized about any of us?" JJ asked. I looked down and bit my lip before glancing back up to answer, "trust me, I've fantasized about each and every one of you today." All the boys blushed and smiled, they were so cute! "Now my turn! Steve, what did you really think about my breasts when I let you touch them?" I asked. "They are fucking awesome, I mean just look at them! They are the perfect size, like how they are both perky and fit perfectly in my hands. I seriously wanted to suck your nipples so bad." Steve replied. "Well it's too bad you didn't," I said with a little wink. Steve's jaw dropped, but before he could speak I said, "Does that make it my turn again? Ok Dean, what will it be?" "Truth," Dean said. "Ok, have you guys ever touched each other's penises?" I asked. "What?!" Dean replied. "Oh, he begs for it all the time, but we won't give it to him!" JJ interjected, him and Steve laughed. "Ha ha, whatever dude," Dean shook his head, "no we've never done that. Ok, now my turn. Kate, what are you picking?" "Me again?" I asked, "ok truth." "Do you swallow?" I chuckled, "fuck yeah! Of course I do!" I licked my lips. "So JJ?" "I have got to go truth," JJ answered. "If you ever find yourself with your hand between my legs again, are you going to put a finger inside of me?" The words felt so naughty coming out of my mouth, I felt myself getting even wetter. With a look of hunger in his eyes JJ looked down at my naked privates then back into my eyes and answered, "hell yes." Then he smiled and asked, "ok Kate, truth or dare?" He picked me too! I laughed and told them, "ok, since you boys keep teaming up on me, I think you guys should be on a team. So like for truths you all have to answer my question and dares you all have to do it. At least that way it evens this out a little. Deal?" The boys all nodded in agreement. JJ said, "ok deal. So, what do you choose?" "Truth." The guys groaned, "seriously..." one of them said. "Yeah, if you guys want dares to happen, then you could always lead the way. So what do you want to ask me?" It looked like Steve was going to ask something, but before he could JJ glanced over at a passed out Greg, "so how has he been with all of this." I shrugged and replied, "he likes it, so far everything that's happened has really turned him on." The boys looked pleased to hear that. "So boys, dare to choose dare." They looked at each other, nodded and Steve said, "ok bring it." "I've been naked a lot today, now it's your turn. I dare the three of you to get naked." I said. They all started getting undressed in complete silence, I think they were a little nervous. On the other hand, I was very excited to finally see them naked. Having seen them with their wet swim trunks on I knew what their bodies mostly looked like. I also had a rough impression of the size of their penises. I didn't think they had been hard, but the small amount I saw implied they were decent sized. They all pulled down their boxers basically in unison. Wow, I felt incredibly turned on. Partially driven by what I had grown accustomed to with Greg. He was smaller than any guys I had been with before, not tiny, but definitely below average. All three of these men were already partially erect. Dean and JJ were about matched, already about the same size Greg could get up to, and they weren't even fully hard yet. Steve was even bigger yet. "Wow, all three of you are really hot," I looked at their naked bodies. As Greg finally started to move again Steve asked, "ok Kate truth or dare?" "Truth," I said, they looked a little disappointed. "I promise the next will be a dare, I just had to know what Steve's question was." "Oh ok," Steve said, "um, I was just going to ask if Greg had big dick. He likes to brag, but then he seems super shy about it." Greg still seemed out if it, but was maybe waking up so I was a little hesitant, "um, he's kind of on the smaller side, actually." Then I looked back and forth at their penises. "Especially compared to you guys." The boys all looked very proud, JJ laughed and asked, "Do you think Greg wants a turn?" I replied, "Nah he's completely out of it." Then Greg lifted his head up slightly and said, "wha?" then collapsed back down. We all laughed. "Dare again boys?" I asked. They all nodded. I giggled and said, "I dare you to do the helicopter." "The what?" the boys asked. "You know," I said, moving my finger in circles, "the helicopter. With your penises. It would be funny and I want to see you boys do that!" The boys all laughed and JJ said, "um, ok." They glanced at each other, shrugged and started moving their hips until their penises began to spin around. I actually fell off my chair laughing, I had never seen anything so funny! They stopped and Steve said, "ok enough of that. Our turn now, ready for a dare?" I got back on my chair and nodded. "We dare you to masturbate, right now while we watch," Steve said. I would have thought I'd be more hesitant, but I was so drunk and horny that I spread my legs immediately. I started off just slowly rubbing my clit. I could tell the boys wanted to touch themselves too and told them, "feel free to do the same while you watch." The boys started stroking themselves, I was going to finally see them all fully hard! I leaned back and rubbed faster. The boys were hard within a minute. Dean and JJ were both a little above average in size, but still far bigger than my boyfriend. Dean was probably two inches longer than Greg and thicker. JJ was a little shorter, like an inch and a half longer than Greg, but even thicker than Dean. Steve was hung like a horse! He had to be three or four inches longer than Greg and had the thickest penis I had ever seen in person. These sights turned me on so much, I fingered myself with one hand and rubbed my clit with the other. I closed my eyes and moaned. In my head I imagined all three of Greg's friends ravaging me with their fat dicks. I was approaching an orgasm, I opened my eyes, because I wanted to watch them while I came. This was clearly too much for them as well Dean came first, then JJ and Steve. Their cum shot out and fell to the ground. If they had been any closer the cum would have landed on me. That thought put me over the edge and the boys witnessed me have an orgasm for the first time. Panting I said, "well that was possibly the best game of truth and dare ever. We've had a lot more excitement today then I ever expected!" Steve laughed, "more than what you expected? I think we're a lot more surprised. From the moment you stripped and let me play with your tits I've been in a constant state of disbelief!" "Oh yeah, why does only Steve get to feel your tits?" JJ interjected. "Yeah!" Dean added. I laughed and said, "I suppose you do have a point. Greg even hinted that you two should get a turn too." "Holy shit, really?" Dean asked. "Well, not in so many words," I replied, "but basically yes. Who wants to go first?" Dean and JJ looked at each other, "rock paper scissors?" JJ asked. Dean nodded and they started. Dean chose scissors and JJ paper. "Damn," JJ said. Dean laughed and said, "every time JJ, you are so predictable!" Dean came over to where I sat and I pushed my chest out as if I were presenting it to him. His hands went to my breasts like magnets. He groped, rubbed, squeezed and felt. He alternated between playing with my nipples and grabbing my breasts. I noticed playing with my chest got Dean aroused again. I felt myself getting wetter with Dean's hard dick pointing towards my vagina only inches away as his hands mauled my chest. After a few minutes I said, "ok that's about how long Steve got. JJ, you want to feel them?" Dean sank away in disappointment as JJ came over. It began as a repeat of my experience with Dean until JJ leaned forward and pulled a nipple into his mouth! I let out a loud moan, damn that felt good! My privates were aching for me to push things further, but I wanted to extend the tease. I enjoyed a couple more minutes before stopping it. "Well, that was interesting!" I said. "I just remembering you saying to Steve that it was too bad he hadn't done that, so I did," JJ replied. Steve and Dean both said they were ready to do the same thing. "I guess you'll just need to remember that next time boys," I teased. The boys sighed in disappointment, then Dean asked, "are you up for another dare?" I laughed, I didn't want to go too far yet, but was still horny. "Tell you what," I said, "one more dare, but don't ask for too much or you might not get anything at all." The boys whispered amongst themselves. It was kind of funny seeing these three completely naked men whispering to each other. Finally, they came to an agreement and Steve said, "handjobs." I pretended to consider it for a moment, but already knew that I would. "Ok," I replied, "but I have only two hands. One of you will have to wait his turn." Once again they whispered amongst themselves until Dean said, "fine!" I knelt between Steve and JJ wrapping a hand around both penises. I started to stroke and they very quickly got hard again. I couldn't quite fit around either one, my fingers almost touched around JJ's, but were still at least an inch apart around Steve's. Steve was so big my arm was actually getting tired! So instead of stroking the entire length of his penis I started just working the end of his penis and picked up the speed. Luckily my arms got a break not long after, JJ came first. I could sense he was close and pointed his penis at my chest. I could feel the hot semen as it shot out across my breasts. Dean took JJ's place and while distracted with this new penis, Steve caught me off guard and started to cum. I tried pointing it at my chest as well, but not before a shot of semen hit my chin. There was a small amount of my lower lip which I licked off. God was it so hot! Soon after Greg started moving and it startled Dean and he pulled away. I felt bad he didn't cum, but it seemed as good a time as any to turn in. I told the guys goodnight and shook Greg's shoulder, "Greg hunny lets get to bed, I need your cock." I helped Greg to the room, when we got there I stripped him down and pushed him onto his back on the bed. I began sucking Greg's flaccid penis, it was impossible not to notice how much smaller he was. It was almost like Greg was the kid brother to his hung friends! It soon became clear that Greg was too drunk to get hard. I was horny and needed to do something, "hunny I can't get you hard, but I'm really horny. To the point I have to do something." I said. Then I asked, "do you mind if I have one of the boys give me an orgasm? I was thinking Dean. And maybe I can get off Dean too. He didn't cum earlier and I thought since he'll be helping me I could just give him some relief." "Huh?" Greg said. "Is that ok hunny?" I asked. Greg said, "sure babe." And went to sleep. Before getting Dean I decided to pull up Greg's underwear and shorts. I didn't want to embarrass him by letting his friend see his little penis. I made my way to Dean's room and explained the situation. He was such a sweet guy that he didn't even hesitate to agree to help me. I felt so naughty sneaking through the house, naked, with Dean, holding him by the hand leading him to my room to play. I was a little nervous and giggled as we entered the room. Dean said, "are you sure?" I reassured Dean, "it's fine Greg told me that I could get off with you." I lead him to the bed and kissed him. My body felt energized as I lowered down onto the bed. I helped guide Dean's head between my legs and he eagerly began to lick. I could tell he hadn't done this before, but I gently guided his head until his tongue found my clitoris. It was amazing, his tongue was so strong and rhythmic. Once he was on the right spot he could actually lick better than Greg. I clenched the bedsheets, my body was shaking and I started to squirt on the bed. I couldn't believe it, I normally only could make myself squirt! Regaining my composure, I saw Dean was rock hard. I leaned forward and grasped it giving it a small squeeze I said, "What are we going to do with this? You'll never be able to sleep with it like this." I wrapped my mouth around it. It took a moment to find my rhythm with Dean having a bigger penis than I'm used to. After a minute I paused for a moment asking, "how is your first blow job?" Dean answered, "fuck this feels amazing. You are incredible. I-I think I'm going to cum!" I pulled Dean's cock deep into my mouth as he came. I swallowed as I felt the heat hit the back of my throat. I then sucked him dry while squeezing his penis with my hand. Once I was sure I had swallowed everything I said, "I'm happy you liked it, next time I'm sure you'll be able to go longer." We talked a little, thanking each other for the fun evening before saying goodnight. I was very satisfied as I fell asleep, I couldn't believe how much fun the first day had been. Until today had no idea Greg had this kinky interest in sharing me, but I loved it. I would just have to wait and see how far Greg wanted me to go. 4

Katie's CNC by Krazy_Organized_Chaos Katie's CNC Pt. 01 Katie signs a contract for ongoing CNC. Writers note: Trigger warning, this is a story about CNC (Consensual Non-Consent). The initial chat sets up that all things were consented to and discussed prior to events taking place. As always, all parties involved and all play should be Safe, Sane, and Consensual, with safety precautions put in place. I was bored and randomly scrolling online. My last boyfriend was over a year ago, and he broke up with me due to my kinks that I asked him to try. I didn't think they were extreme, but given my status of constantly being single, maybe they were. I enjoyed being chased, choked, and forced to do things. That's a lot of women's fantasies, right? Another Friday night scrolling through groups, and I came across a post by Blake. He was semi local, a few hours away from me, but he was posting looking for someone to start a dynamic focused on CNC, consensual non consent. I had never done CNC before but had always been something I was curious about. I decided to send him a private chat message, just to see if we had anything in common, or he was just another random asshole looking to get his dick wet. "To: Blake Subject: CNC Post Hello Blake. My name is Katie. I saw your post in a mutual group regarding your search for a CNC focused dynamic. Your post and profile intrigue me, and I would like to know more. I see we are a few hours apart, so local but not too local. I look forward to hearing from you. Katie" I began to think that Blake had no interest, as I did not hear back from him. But two days later I received a reply to my chat request. Blake: "Hello Katie. Thank you for taking the time to respond to my post. It's great to see another Tennessee local, even if we are a few hours apart. What exactly did you find intriguing about my profile and post?" Katie: "Good afternoon, Blake. I was starting to think I possibly got lost in the sea of responses you likely received from your post. From your profile, I was intrigued with how local you were, as well it appears that we have several kinks in common. Regarding your post, I have been interested in CNC for quite some time, but have never had any experience with it, nor found anyone also wanting to attempt it." Blake: "No experience with CNC? I am not sure if I would be a good fit for you Katie. I would be glad to continue to discuss and talk, to see where things may lead. But to forewarn you, I take my dynamics very seriously, and have strict rules that must be adhered to." Katie: "I understand and would be fine with just getting to know one another." Blake: "So tell my about yourself Katie." Over the next two weeks I continued to chat with Blake. I explained my random relationship history, how I worked at a 24 hour gas station/liquor store as a manager, and what my interest in CNC was. Blake and I talked daily about everything and anything, but he never brought up possibly starting a dynamic again. Blake was like a good friend, giving input on my day, and making me laugh on the days that sucked. One day I got the courage to just message him on chat to see if he would want to go out. I wanted to see if there was any type of spark in person. Katie: "So... I will be closer to your area in a couple days for work, and was wondering if you would want to meet up and grab coffee?" Blake: "Katie, are you asking me out on a date?" Katie: "Possibly." Blake: "That is quite forward of you Katie. I would love to grab a coffee with you. I think we may have some things to discuss." Katie: "What types of things to discuss?" Blake: "I do believe we began talking about my post in a mutual group? I would like to discuss this with you. No expectations, just a discussion." Katie: "That sounds like a plan." Blake: "Choose a location and time, let me know what you decide. Until then, I have emailed you my basic CNC contract that I discuss with anyone I engage in this type of play with. Please review and make any notes for discussion that you may have." Shit. A contract? I had been in a few dynamics prior, where I was a submissive, but never with official contracts. I began to wonder what I may have gotten myself into, or if I should even meet up with Blake. Through our chats though, he seemed so nice, and it was great to have another friend I could share kink discussions with. I printed out the contract and headed to work, hoping it would be slow so that I could read through it. Blake's 'contract' was 10 pages long and covered everything from toys to types of physical play. There were checkboxes next to every single item, where I could check 'will do', 'interested in', 'requires discussion', and 'absolutely no'. The toy's section was straightforward, and the only item I placed a 'requires discussion' next to was electro play. Next was more physical play such as impact. Any forms of spanking were a definite yes. As the list went on it became apparent that Blake may be more than I bargained for, several lines included items such as 'punching', 'stepping on', and 'being slapped'. Most of those ended up being a no, aside from slapping, I enjoyed that. Luckily my job working midnights were usually slow, and by the end of my shift I was able to get through the entire list, checked off, and notes written with questions. I got home just as the sun was coming up. Even though I was tired from a long night, I logged into Fet and pulled up my chat with Blake. Katie: "I read through the contract, very thorough." Blake: "That was quick. Any questions?" Katie: "Yes, but it can be discussed tomorrow when we meet." Blake: "So even after the contract, you still want to meet? Have you decided on a location and time?" Katie: "Yes, do you know the small mom and pop coffee shop on the corner of main and 3rd street?" Blake: "I do, the one near the forest preserve with trails?" Katie: "Yep, that's the one. How does 10am sound?" Blake: "That should work for me. See you tomorrow." Katie: "See you tomorrow." I was glad that I had that night off from work since I had to do training the next day. Also glad the training wasn't until 3pm in the afternoon so that I had the morning free to meet with Blake. I got up and showered. I stood in front of my closet trying to find something to wear, I needed something that was sexy, comfortable, yet still work appropriate. I chose a sundress that I could throw a jacket over when I went to my training. I packed up my bag, tucked away the folder that included Blake's contract, and began my drive. I got to the coffee shop 15 minutes early, and the sky was beginning to get overcast. I went in, ordered, and found a table in a corner that was away from the few others that were sitting at tables. Finally at 2 minutes till 10, Blake walked through the door. He looked exactly like his pictures on Fet. He scanned the room and smiled when he got to where I was sitting. Blake walked over and sat across the table from me. Blake had an authoritative, stern look about him. "Hello Katie." Blake stated. "Hi Blake. Did you have any trouble finding the place?" I replied "Not at all. I've actually been to this area a few times." Blake said while staring intently at me, "The walking trails are quite nice. Very secluded." I blushed thinking about what fun secluded woods could be. I always enjoyed the outdoors, and my parents had a cabin that I went to frequently to just relax. The way Blake continued to stare me down made me begin fidgeting in my seat. Out of habit, I began tapping my pen on the table. "I guess we have the matter of the contract to go over. I have some questions on page..." "Do you really think this is the time and place to discuss that, Katie?" Blake stated, interrupting me mid-sentence. "Umm, well, no. I don't know. I just thought..." I stammered, continuing to tap my pen further out of frustration and embarrassment. "You thought what exactly Katie?" Blake replied. "Umm, I thought that was the whole point in meeting, to go over what you sent me." I replied. "Stop tapping your pen, Katie. It's not very lady like." Blake commanded. "Oh, sorry." I said as I laid the pen down. "There are too many people around for that type of discussion Katie. First, we get to know each other a bit more, then we will discuss what is in the contract. That is how I work; I don't air my private life in public. If that is not good for you, then you are free to leave at any time." Blake stated. "I understand and feel the same way." I replied, "But like I said in my initial chat with you, this is something new for me, so it is going to take some learning." We sat in silence for what seemed like eternity before Blake finally spoke again. "What would you like Katie? You have two options, we can continue to sit here awkwardly and make small talk, or if you are that eager to discuss the contract, we can go for a walk to discuss." Blake stated. "I think I would like to go for that walk." I replied. We got our coffees in a to-go cup and headed out the door. Blake led the way to the hiking trails that were nearby. There were some benches along the way and stopped at one to chat. Blake went over my answers in the contract, and the few notes I had in the margins. "You were very thorough in your questions and responses." Blake said while handing the contract back to me, "I appreciate that. I also feel like we can move to the next step." "What would that entail?" I asked. "Well, we discussed anything you would not do, as well as answered any questions you had. You completed every section satisfactorily." Blake stated, "So next steps would be reading the last page again and signing the contract." I began to read the last page; I had not read that part as there was nothing to complete on it. "Access to my calendar? What does that mean?" I asked. "Exactly what it says Katie. You will put every appointment, work schedule, any changes in your life into a calendar online, which you will share with me. So that I know where you are at any given time. If I had to ask where you were on certain days or times, it would take the surprise out of things." Blake answered. "I see. I guess that makes sense." I said while signing the bottom of the contract. I then handed the contract back to Blake. "I will email you a copy of this. If at any time, you wish to revoke the contract, you will email me your safe word and all contact will stop." Blake said, "Which brings up the next subject, what would you like your safe word to be? It needs to be something that isn't used in everyday life. It will be a word both you and I use." I stared at Blake confused. I had only known safe words to be used when a scene needed to stop immediately and had never had a Dom state that they would use it also. "Why would you be using it?" I asked. "Good question. When, or more IF, I ever abduct you, if I feel things are going too far, or causing harm to you, I will use it to end things until we can discuss." Blake replied. "Oh, ok. Makes sense. Well, how about monkey?" I decided. "That works for me." Blake stated and wrote the word at the top of the contract. "Now, this is how this will play out. You will complete your calendar within the next 2 days, it will be detailed with locations, addresses, and time frames you expect to be there. I will not tell you when I will show up. Sometimes I may just show up at your front door, other times I may pull you off the street. Do you have any questions or concerns?" "Not at all, I'm actually really looking forward to it!" I replied. "Good." Blake said in a low growling voice, as he grabbed a handful of my hair, pulled me into a kiss, and then simply stated, "You now belong to me." We walked back to our cars, continuing to chat about normal life things. Blake hugged me and then we parted ways. I went off to my training and was completely distracted the entire time. My thoughts continued to go over my chat with Blake, and how this may all turn out. When I finally got home that evening, I went to work on my calendar. I got it updated for the next two months and send the invite off to Blake. To my surprise he accepted it almost instantly. Three weeks went by, and I began to think that Blake had forgotten or lost interest in our contract. We would randomly chat every few days, but it was always about normal life things, work, family, and social events we were attending. Blake was spending the weekend with his parents because they were in town, and I was getting ready to head to the club with my roommate, Jess, and a few friends. I dropped my friends at the front entrance of the club so they could go get a table and drove around the back to park my car. I got the lucky draw of being designated driver since I worked later that night. The parking lot was darker than usual, and it looked like some of the streetlights were out. I pulled into the corner of the lot, where I normally parked. I stepped out of my car and turned to lock my door and grab my purse. As I bent over, someone came up behind me, pushing my head into the seat and grabbing my waist. I began to scream when they covered my mouth. "Such a dark parking lot for a gorgeously dressed woman." Stated the man's voice. I attempted to push back on them, but the way their arm was wrapped around me, and other hand pushing my head down, I couldn't get my footing. Stupid fucking high heels. If I had just worn my sneakers like I wanted, this wouldn't be an issue. "Your legs and ass look amazing in this dress Katie Cat." The voice growled low, while sliding their hand up my legs, pulling my dress up over my ass. Katie Cat? What the hell? That was my screen name on Fet. But very few people in real life knew that, and those who did, were all women. It couldn't be Blake; he was out to dinner with his parents. The hands pulled my dress up over my head, so that my arms were still in it, but it was covering my head so I couldn't see. I was internally cussing my roommate Jess out, as she convinced me to wear this spandex dress. Suddenly I was yanked up, spun around, and their body pressed against me. I was pinned between my car and this person's body. They grabbed both of my wrists in one hand, as the other hand began to reach into my bra pulling out one of my breasts. The hand pulled at my nipple, then slid down my stomach, and into the waistband of my panties. I tried again to twist my body away from him, and even tried to bring my knee up and knee him in the groin. "Now, now, Katie Cat, that's no way to play nice." He whispered in my ear. That voice. I couldn't place it, but I somehow knew the voice. His hand slid down, and into my panties. He used one finger to begin encircling my clit. Suddenly I felt his mouth on my nipple, as he began to suck, and then bit me hard. I bit my lip trying not to yell out in pain. I knew I had to try to get away, but at the same time, I hadn't been touched in over a year, and missed having a man's hands on me. I was mixed in wanting him to continue, but not knowing who it was, started to scare me. He slid his fingers down from my clit and shoved two of them deep inside me. "Looks like Katie Cat is getting turned on by this." He said, continuing to talk in almost a whisper. "I... I have people waiting for me. They'll come looking if I am not back soon. Just let me go, please. I haven't even seen you; you could leave, and I wouldn't even be able to identify you." I pleaded, hoping he would just let me go. I continued to try to push against him to get him off me. "If you keep fighting back, you won't have any energy for work later Katie Cat." He said almost in a laughing tone. His fingers continued to slide in and out of me, and I had to stifle the moan that was building up inside me. "Who the FUCK are you?" I yelled. He immediately removed his hands from my panties and brought it up to my mouth, that was still covered by my dress. He shoved his fingers into my mouth, and far enough back in my throat that I began to gag. "Shh Katie Cat. You'll ruin the surprise, and our first time, if someone hears you." He said in a low voice, "See how good you taste?" His hand went back to my panties and yanked them down. I could hear him unbuckle a belt and undo his zipper. "Please. Please don't do this, just let me go be with my friends." I pleaded again. His hand came slowly up my body. My arms and legs began to shake as I felt him move between my legs and felt his hard cock up against my clit and pussy lips. I went over every option in my mind, if I began yelling, maybe I had a chance to get away. No sooner than I thought that I could feel him shift away from me. I tried to pull but his grip on my wrists was too firm to even pull one hand away. I could hear him fumbling with something and it sounded like he was sitting in my car. I tried to pull again, but he pulled me down hard onto his lap, and onto his hard cock. The force hurt for a second, and I just sat there still, and crying trying to figure a way out of this. "Please just let me go." I said softly through my sobs. No sooner did I say that he pulled my dress down over my face. It was Blake. "What the fuck? You barely talk to me, mention nothing again, and then this?" I yelled between sobs. Blake grabbed my face forcefully, and began thrusting inside me, moving me up and down on his cock. "What did I say about yelling Katie Cat?" Blake replied. I began moving with Blake's thrusts, every nerve in my body was at attention, and my adrenaline felt like my body was in overdrive. "You read the contract Katie Cat. You signed the contract. You know your safe word. You are MINE to do with what I want." Blake said. At the word 'mine', I began to climax and bit down on Blake's shoulder to muffle my moans. No sooner did I orgasm; I began to feel Blake also cum deep inside me in several hot spurts. "Mine. Katie Cat." Blake whispered in my ear, "It would do you well to remember that. You will never know when I am coming for you, and I will never give you a heads up." "Thank you, Blake." I replied. I sat there on Blake's lap, trying to catch my breath. Blake brought his hand up and began stroking my hair and wiping the tears from my face. He pulled my head over to his chest, and kissed my forehead, before smoothing my dress down. "You may want to get on with your evening Katie, your friends are waiting." He stated. Blake stood up from my car, sliding me off his lap and into the driver's seat. I went to fixing my makeup in the mirror, and when I turned around, he was already walking away from my car. I could see my roommate walking across the parking lot and looked at Blake strangely as they passed each other. I could've sworn I saw Blake smirk as he turned the corner around the building. "Who the hell was that?" My roommate Jess asked, "Katie! Look at you! Are you ok? What happened?" "Nothing, no one." I replied while grinning and continuing to fix my makeup, "I'm fine, really Jess." "But Katie, something happened. Did that weird guy do something to you? Your wrists are all red and your makeup is messed up. What went on here?" I laughed at the term 'weird guy'. If only she knew how 'weird' both he and I were. "No Jess, he didn't hurt me. Everything is ok." I replied, "Now let's not keep everyone waiting, I have work in a few hours." We walked around to the front of the building, and into the club. I kept scanning the street and the club for Blake, but he didn't stick around for an encore. If he could sneak up on me this quick, where else would he be popping up? Katie's CNC Pt. 02 Katie's gains more CNC experience with Blake. I walked into work 15 minutes early. It was going to be a long night. My coworker, Nikki, was already working. She was nice, but I was glad she was only going to be there for two hours while I did the stocking, because her bubbly personality got annoying fast. "Hey Katie." Nikki greeted me as I walked in the door, "Ready for another midnight?" "Not quite!" I replied, "It's been a long night already." "Oh, before I forget, some guy dropped this off for you." Nikki stated while handing me a brown paper bag and giggling. "I tried to snoop in it, but he sealed it pretty tight! He was definitely hot too, how do you know him?" I ignored her question and opened the note that was taped to the bag. It was from Blake. Blake wrote, "Katie Cat, you did amazing tonight. I know you didn't eat while at the club with your friends. We haven't discussed food, so I hope what I packed are things you like. You need to eat and keep your strength up. Next time I may not go as easy on you. Enjoy. Until next time, Blake" How the fuck did he know I didn't eat? I kept looking for him but never saw him after the parking lot. Weird. I put the bag away in the office so that I could open it later when Nikki was gone. "Soooo, is he your boyfriend Katie?" Nikki asked again, all bubbly and giggling. "No, he's just a friend. I better get to stocking." I replied. I was glad that it was busy, and my stocking took up the bulk of the next two hours. After Nikki was finally gone, I was able to open Blake's bag on my own. There was a pasta dish with grilled chicken. A Caesar salad. Some trail mix. And a slice of chocolate cake. Everything looked amazing and tasted the same. I was hungrier than I thought I was, and by the end of my shift, I had eaten every bit of what Blake packed. I still had an hour to kill before the end of my shift and the next staff coming in. I hopped onto Fetlife on my phone and typed out an email to Blake. "To: Blake Subject: Food Thank you for a great time last night. I received your food and the note. You were correct that I did not eat, though how you knew that still puzzles me. The food was all amazing, and I enjoyed every bit of it. Thanks again. Katie" Blake and I continued to chat almost daily. Blake began explaining what his background, his family life, that he worked as an OSHA rep for his job and would frequently travel for manufacturing plant inspections. The more we chatted, the more my feelings grew for Blake. About a week and a half after our evening in the parking lot, Blake sent me the following message: "To: Katie Subject: Dinner? Katie, this is your formal notice that you will be joining me for dinner. Tomorrow night, 7pm, dress is casual. I will pick you up in front of your building." I read it a few times, and replied to Blake with: "To: Blake Re: Dinner? Are you asking me out on a date Sir? What if I already had plans for my day off?" Blake was online and replied almost immediately. "To: Katie Re: Dinner? If you had plans, then you have not been keeping your calendar up to date. This would result in consequences and punishments. Call it what you will, it can be a date. I look forward to picking you up tomorrow at 7." Shit. I had been slacking on updating the calendar. I wonder if Blake knew that somehow. I did have plans to grab drinks with one of my friends, but quickly texted her to cancel. Luckily, she was always flaking on me, so it wasn't a big deal. I then went to work on ensuring the calendar was completely updated for the next three months before I headed to bed. Blake was always well dressed the couple time I met him in person, so I had no clue what his idea of 'casual' was. I selected a flowing skirt that fell just above my knees, and a tank top that was open in the back, and loose enough to flow, but still clung to my breasts in all the right ways. I headed downstairs at 6:55, and Blake was prompt right at 7pm to pick me up. He was driving a dark blue SUV, with very tinted windows. I didn't know it was Blake until he parked and walked around to the passenger side of the car. "Ready Katie?" Blake asked while grinning and opening the passenger door, while motioning for me to get in. I looked at him quizzically. "I guess so." I replied. I climbed into the SUV, and just as I got settled, Blake closed the door for me. Weird. Guys typically don't to those kinds of things anymore. Blake got into the driver's seat, and we began to drive. "So where are we going?" I asked. "It's a surprise." Blake replied. I looked at him and raised an eyebrow. He just laughed at my response. We drove around for about twenty minutes until we pulled up to a nicer bar in town. I had been there a couple of times before, it was a nice quiet place, and good for first dates. The booths there were cozy, with the backs of the seats being tall enough that you can't peer into the booth next to you. Blake hopped out of the SUV, walked around, and opened my door. It was beginning to make me uncomfortable, him doing these things. Blake held my hand as we walked in, and he greeted the hostess. Blake had made a reservation for a specific booth. I wondered in the back of my head how many subs he had brought to this location. "None." Blake stated to me as we walked to the table. "None what?" I asked as we reached the table. I sat down on one side of the booth, and Blake simply replied with, "Scoot over." And he sat next to me on the same side of the booth. We were faced away from everyone in the bar, and the booth was secluded, with no one sitting around us. "You didn't answer my question." I stated. "Yes, I did. You asked it in your head." Blake replied, "You were wondering why I chose a table, and how many women I've brought here, am I correct?" "Yes..." I trailed off, while looking at my hands in my lap. "And to answer your question. None." Blake stated, "I'm a regular at this place, and frequent it with friends. I've always thought this corner booth would be perfect for what I have in mind." I could feel my cheeks begin to redden at the thought of what Blake may have in store for me. I turned my attention to the menu, as did Blake. I continued to decide on what I wanted, as Blake wrapped his arm around me, and his hand began to roam on the other side of my tank top. "What looks good Katie?" Blake asked. As he finished his question, his hand reached through the side of my tank top and cupped my breast. "Um, maybe the steak and baked potato." I replied, trying to stealthily move more into his embrace. "Good choice." Blake said in a whisper, as he twisted and tugged at my nipple. Blake suddenly stopped, but his hand remained cupping my breast. Within second the waitress was at our table asking for our orders. Blake ordered an appetizer, and both of our meals. The waitress flirted constantly with Blake, and even touched his arm before she left. He gave no reaction but pulled me closer to him when she did this. "I see your calendar is a bit more filled in. Good girl Katie." Blake said. Shit, he had noticed. "Yeah, just a few changes." I replied, "Some plans over the next month solidified." "Do you usually work the same schedule weekly?" He asked. "Normally yes." I replied, "But we've been short staffed so sometimes it changes." "I get that, I deal with some of the same." Blake said while pulling his arm from around me and sliding his hand on my knee. I slid closer to Blake, closing the gap between us. Blake's hand slid up and down my thigh on top of my skirt, and then slowly made its way to the hem of my skirt. His fingers slowly peeled back my skirt exposing my knee, and Blake rested his hand on my knee. "I noticed you are going on vacation in a couple weeks. Where are you going?" Blake asked, while slowly inching his hand up my thigh under my skirt. "My parents have a cabin just outside of Chattanooga." I replied, trying to keep my breathing steady as Blake's hand continued to inch up my thigh, "I'll go this weekend to open it up and make a list of things needed, and then I'll spend a week there. It's quiet, no one around for miles. I love it." "Take your panties off Katie." Blake commanded. I spit my drink all over the table and began coughing. "Way to draw attention to yourself." Blake stated while chuckling. "You caught me off guard." I replied, "Ok, I'll be right back." "No, you won't." Blake stated, "You'll take them off here. I won't tell you a third time, don't make me spank you in front of the bar patrons." I could feel my cheeks flush bright red. I couldn't tell if Blake was joking or not, he usually laughed when he was joking but he had a stern tone this time. I reached down and pulled my skirt up. I slowly raised up and slid my panties to my ankles, reached down and grabbed them with my hand. I balled them up in my hand and held them out for Blake. He took them, brought them up to his face and inhaled deeply before stuffing them in his jeans pocket. Our waitress appeared with our appetizer and refills of our drinks. Blake's hand returned to its previous place on my thigh and began inching its way up again. As the waitress disappeared, Blake's hand made it to my pubes and began rubbing my outer pussy lips. "Back to the topic at hand. Your vacation." Blake stated as his fingers continued to caress me, "That was actually good timing for your vacation." "Why is that?" I asked while taking a bite of the mozzarella stick. I parted my legs hoping Blake would probe further with his fingers. "I will be on a business trip that week." Blake replied, "I have to fly out to California to do an inspection at a plant that's been having a lot of accidents lately." Blake's fingers pressed further and began circling my clit. I took another bite of my food, hoping that keeping my mouth occupied would stifle any moans that I had bubbling up in my throat. Blake's fingers began rubbing my clit with more pressure. My hand gripped Blakes leg, digging my fingers into his thigh. "Blake," I said through heavy breathing, "If you continue, I don't know if I can keep quiet. Please Blake, we're in public." Blake continued his slow, methodical assault on my clit. I could feel myself getting more wet with each stroke of his fingers. Blake suddenly inserted two fingers deep inside me, and I gasped. "Seems like things are getting very damp around here." Blake stated. Blake kept his fingers inside of me, while using his thumb to stroke my clit. His rhythm getting faster with more pressure. I bit my lip and choked back my moan as I came hard on Blake's fingers. No sooner did I cum, Blake stopped moving his fingers and stilled, his fingers still inside me. As if on cue, the waitress appeared with our main courses. As she was setting our food down, and explaining dessert specials, Blake began to move his fingers in and out of me. Fuck. If he continues, I'm going to cum in front of this lady, was all I could think. Fucking lady, just leave and quit flirting I thought. I could feel my orgasm rising inside me again. My hand was on Blake's arm, and I dug my fingernails into his skin, as my legs began to shake as I orgasmed again. Blake then kept his fingers motionless inside my dripping pussy as the waitress continued her small talk. "I think that will be all." Blake stated to the waitress, "I will come find you when we are ready for the check, no need to check in on us again." The waitress left, and Blake turned to me, fingers still deep inside. "Mine." He stated as slowly took his fingers out of my pussy, and I could feel my wetness dripping down my thigh. Blake brought his fingers up to his mouth and slowly licked them clean and said, "Mmm, The best flavor on the menu tonight." We made small talk for the next hour as we ate our food. Everything was cooked perfectly, and I was still in post orgasm glow, as we finished our meals. I slowly began to realize that we would be leaving soon, and not only did I not have any panties on, but I could feel my damp skirt beneath me. "Blake, we may have a problem." I stated, squirming in my seat. "What might that be?" Blake stated while pulling out his credit card to pay. "Umm, I may have, umm a bit of a wet spot on my skirt." I replied. "Doesn't sound like a problem to me." Blake stated. "But everyone will see when I get up." I said quietly. "Perhaps you will remember that the next time you forget to update your calendar." Blake replied, smirking as he got up from the booth and offered me his hand to help me up. I sat there, mouth agape, just staring at him. He did NOT just say that. He had planned this all along. "You're going to catch flies with your mouth open like that." Blake stated while chuckling as he helped me to stand, "Let's go Katie Cat, the night is not over yet." I stood, and faced the rest of the restaurant, and mapped out my exit. I was glad the skirt was more flowy, so maybe I could scrunch it up and the wetness wouldn't be noticeable. "Hands in front Katie." Blake commanded, "You will not hide it." Blake seemed to take his time as he slowly paid and signed for our food at the register. He kept me standing beside him, back to the rest of the people in the restaurant as he paid. We walked out to his SUV, and he again open and closed my door for me. We began driving, making small talk about my vacation and his work trip. Blake then pulled off on a side road that seemed to lead to nowhere. We didn't continue to drive, but instead parked just next to the road we were on. It was a quiet road, with a car or two passing every few minutes. Blake got out of the car, and walked around to my door, opening it. "Get out of the car Katie Cat." Blake stated in a low tone. "What are we doing Blake? There's nothing around here." I stated as I unbuckled my seatbelt. Suddenly Blake's hand was in my hair, pulling me into a kiss. His hand grabbed my waist and pulled me forcefully from the SUV. Blake turned me around, so I was facing the SUV and the road we were just on. "Place your hands on the seat Katie." Blake commanded, "And face the road." I stood there motionless, debating my options. "Ok then, we can do this the hard way." Blake stated. Blake grabbed my hands and pulled them behind my back. Blake opened the glove box and pulled out two zip ties and used them to bind my wrists together. "What the fuck?" I yelled. "Now Katie Cat, haven't we already had this discussion on yelling?" Blake questioned as he lifted my skirt above my waist and tucked it into my waistband so that my ass was exposed to the cool air. I stood there, trying to move my arms, to see if I could free them. It was no use as Blake had them zip tied tight enough to not move but not so tight that it cut off circulation. Blake's hand was on the small of my back, holding me in the bent over position so that I also couldn't stand up straight. "Do you remember the contract Katie Cat?" Blake asked. "Yes," I replied, "I read it well, and signed it." "Do you remember page two?" Blake quizzed, "Specifically about commands?" "Somewhat, it said something along the lines of if I am asked to do something, I will comply." I answered. "Correct Katie Cat." Blake replied, "Do you feel you have followed that this evening?" Fuck. The evening felt so much like a date, that I had forgotten about the contract. "No Sir, I have not." I replied. "You will be punished for this infraction Katie Cat." Blake stated, "Your punishment will be a spanking until 7 cars have passed. 6 cars for the 6 infractions, from not keeping up with your calendar, to questioning me throughout the night. I will spank you 10 times after every car. You will keep count of the cars Katie Cat, should you lose count, we will start over back at 1. Do you understand?" "Yes." I stated. I hoped a car would pass by soon as my ass was getting cold from the cool air outside. I soon saw headlights shining on the windshield and heard a car drive by. No sooner did they pass, Blake started spanking my ass with his hand. I counted each slap of his hand in my head. I missed being spanked, and it felt good feeling his hand on my ass. When he was done, he began rubbing my ass with both hands, and I could feel my ass cheeks begin to flush and warm from his touch. "What number is that Katie Cat?" Blake asked. "One." I replied. Two more cars passed by in the next ten minutes, and we repeated the same process. 10 spanks per car, me counting, and Blake rubbing my ass after each car. After car four, Blake not only rubbed my ass, but also slid his hand down through my pussy lips and began to rub my clit. "I think you may be getting turned on by this, you're very wet." Stated Blake as he slid two fingers inside me, "You are not allowed to cum until we reach the end of six cars Katie Cat." By car six, my ass was on fire. Each hit from Blake's hand felt like a hot poker from the fire searing my ass. Coupled with him stroking me after, I came within seconds of him fingering me when car six's spanks were completed. As I came, my pussy juices began to drip down my thigh. Blake pulled me to a standing position and cut off the zip ties. "Hands on the seat Katie Cat." Blake stated, "Or do I need to restrain your arms again?" I bent over and placed my hands on the seat, steadying myself. I could hear Blake rustling around but didn't dare try to turn around to see what he was doing. Within seconds, several cars came driving down the road, and just as one was equal with Blake's SUV, he slid his hard cock deep inside me. I gasped at the feeling and began to moan, pushing myself back onto him. "Someone has a greedy pussy it seems." Blake said while reaching around and grabbing my breasts in both hands. Blake twisted and teased my nipples, as he continued to pound me from behind. "Yes, Blake." Was all I could get out through my moans. "Oh, Katie Cat, we have to do something about how loud you are." Blake stated, as I could feel him reaching in his pants. Blake took out my panties and stuffed them into my mouth. Blake held my hips as he continued to slam into me. My moans continued to be muffled by the panties in my mouth as I began to orgasm once again, with Blake's cock buried deep inside me. Blake reached around, grabbed my breasts in both hands and pulled me close to him as he continued to thrust. I could feel another orgasm building, as I began to squirt all down my legs, all over Blake's cock, as he thrust once more and came deep inside me. Blake bent me over the seat so that I was laying on the seat again. We both stood there, Blake's cock still inside me, as we continued to slow our breathing. He pulled away from me and stepped back several feet. I could hear his phone snap several pictures before he walked back to stand beside me. "You made a mess Katie Cat." Blake stated as he pulled me into a standing position, "You need to clean me up." "Umm, do you have a towel or something in the back?" I asked. Blake just stood there and laughed. I didn't see what was so funny about asking where he kept things. What the fuck was he laughing at? "No Katie Cat, there are no towels." Blake replied while grabbing a fistful of my hair and forcing me to my knees. "You will clean me up with your mouth." I kneeled there in front of Blake. I really did make a mess of him, he looked how my pussy and legs likely looked, a dripping mess of both of our fluids. I took my tongue and trailed up his thigh, ensuring I got each drop that had dripped down. As I reached his cock, he was still semi hard. As I took my tongue and swirled it around the head of his cock, I could feel Blake tense up as his cock became fully erect again. "Enough of the slow Katie Cat." Blake stated, "The traffic is picking up and it's getting late. Finish your job so we can go." I began to take Blake's cock into my mouth and suck the length of his shaft. Suddenly Blake grabbed the back of my head and thrust deep into my throat. He held my head there, not moving. I began to gag at his length and pull away. The more I struggled the more he held tight. "You are going no where Katie Cat." Blake growled under his breath, "All of your holes are mine, remember that." Blake pulled away from my mouth, while holding my hand firm in his grasp. "Please Blake, don't do that again, I'll go faster, I promise." I stated. I was a mess, with tears and mascara dripping down my face, and drool slowly dripping from my mouth. "What make's you think you have a choice in this little girl?" Blake questioned as he thrust deep in my throat again, "You are mine to use." Blake continued to thrust into my mouth despite my gagging on his cock. I gave in and stopped trying to pull away, as that only egged him on and tightened his grasp on me when I did. Within seconds Blake came again, deep in my throat, and then pulled me up by my hair. "Swallow every drop Katie, or we'll have to go round two so you can do it properly." Blake stated. I swallowed and stuck out my tongue, showing my empty mouth. Blake came closer to me so that our noses were touching. "Good girl Katie Cat." Blake whispered as he pulled me into a kiss. "Sit on your seat, I'll be right back." I went to sit in the passenger seat and was rudely reminded of my sore ass. It was likely to be bruised by morning. Blake went to the back of his SUV and pulled out a small bag. From the bag he pulled out a small towel and a bottle of water. He got the towel damp, and slowly lifted my skirt and began to clean up my legs. "All better." Blake stated as he climbed into the driver's seat, "Let's get you home. I'm glad you have the next two days off so that you can recuperate." "I'm glad too." I replied, "I'm pretty sure my ass will be a nice shade of blue and purple by morning." "It probably will." Blake stated, "When you get home, you will need to ice it and then take a warm bath. Then put on your comfiest pajamas and go to bed." "And what if I don't want to go to bed yet?" I smirked at him, who did he think he was? My parent? "I didn't ask what you wanted Katie Cat." Blake replied sternly, "I told you what you will do, and what you need to recuperate before you drop. You will do as your told and send pictures every 15 minutes verifying that you are following directions. If you do not, there will be consequences far worse than a walking in a damp skirt." I sat and pouted as we pulled in front of my apartment building. Blake was likely right, that I would need to do some self-care, but I had made plans to go to the club with friends. Blake walked around the SUV and opened my door again. Blake pulled me into a hug, before kissing my forehead. "You did good Katie Cat." Blake stated, "Now go do as you're told. Goodnight." "Goodnight, Blake." I replied as my building door closed behind me. I did as Blake told, pictures and all. Blake was right on one thing; I didn't realize how much I needed the rest and hot bath. By the end of my bath, my exhaustion set in, and I fell asleep within minutes of my head hitting my pillow. I woke in the morning with my roommate Jess knocking on my bedroom door. As I sat up in be my ass throbbed and reminded me of the activities the night before. "Katie, Doordash just delivered us breakfast. Did you order something?" Jess asked. "Umm no." I said stretching out on my bed. "Well, there was a note with it, and it's got your name on it." Jess stated. "Hmm?" I said while still laying there half asleep, "Let me see it." Katie handed me the note, it was from Blake. Go figure. For something that I thought was going to be casual, he sure did seem to have a desire to take care of me, or at least make me fat with all this food. The note read: "Katie Cat, I much enjoyed our evening, I hope you did as well. Enjoy your breakfast, as well there is a nice bruise cream in the bag, as I am sure your ass will benefit from it. Have a relaxing couple of days off. Blake" "Oh, its from a guy I'm sorta seeing." I said taking the bag from Jess. "What?!?!" Yelled Jess, "You've not mentioned anyone, when do I get to meet mystery man?" "Probably never Jess, it's just a casual thing." I replied taking a bite of my toast, "He at least has excellent taste in food." My day was mostly planned out, with errands and shopping with friends. Each time I sat; I was painfully reminded of the night with Blake. My ass was a deep shade of blue and purple and hurt anytime I brushed against something. Later in the afternoon my plans derailed as I got called into work since both people called off. At least I would get the overtime, and still get enough sleep to open my parents cabin tomorrow. I strolled into work, and of course the annoying Nikki was on shift again. At least I would only have to ensure two hours of her and could hide away in the cooler stocking for most of it. I punched in and got to work restocking our coolers. I bent over picking up Pepsi bottles all over the floor that I knocked over when I heard the cooler door open. "Nikki, whatever it is, it can freaking wait. My fingers are already frozen and now I have this shit to reorganize." I said, annoyed at her for interrupting. I heard the cooler door click shut. Ugh she didn't reply, she'll be pouty all night now. I went to go apologize, but before I could turn around, I was shoved against the cooler wall. "What the fuck?" I yelled. "You and your yelling Katie Cat. We will have to work on that." Blake whispered as he pushed me into the wall more. "What the hell Blake. I'm at work, I have shit to do, let me fucking go." I stated. "Your time is MINE Katie Cat." Blake growled as he held one hand on my head, my cheek was starting to go numb from the cooler wall. "How surprised was I to go take dinner and a surprise to your apartment and find out you were working. Have you NOT learned the importance of keeping your schedule updated?" At Blake said the last word, he slapped my ass, hard. I yelped out in pain as he struck my ass a second and third time. "It was last minute Blake, I had to come in. Please, I'm at work, we can't do this here. I promise it won't happen again." I pleaded. Blakes free hand felt in the waistband of my yoga pants and yanked them down forcefully. I could then hear him unzip his jeans. I started to cry, I didn't think he'd actually come to my job, there were customers opening the cooler doors, and Nikki at the register. "You need to be quiet Katie Cat, be too loud and someone will hear you." Blake stated, "You have your safe word, you signed your time over to ME Katie Cat, you WILL remember that." Blake let go of my face and I began to pull away so I could move away from him, while pulling up my pants. "Where the fuck do you think you're going Katie Cat?" Blake asked menacingly. "You made your point Blake. I will make sure to update the calendar. I have work to finish." I stated, taking a step towards the cooler door. "No, I have not made my point, you will know when I've made my point." Blake said in a low voice while grabbing my hair and shoving my face back into the cooler wall, "You will stay here, or this will be worse." "Blake stop please. Just stop. This is where I work." I pleaded again. Blake lifted my shirt, and pulled my breasts from my bra, and then pushed my chest against the cooler wall too. He yanked my pants down again, and without warning thrusted his hard cock deep inside me. "Blake, stop!" I yelled again hoping he would get the point. I pushed back against him, but he had me pinned against the wall with my legs spread far enough that I couldn't get any leverage. Blake continued to pound my pussy from behind. Each thrust made me wince, as his thrust would cause his hips to hit my ass right on the bruises. Blake's assault was quick as he came within minutes. Blake didn't seem to care if it felt good for me or if I even came this time. I was shaking all over. It could have been from the coldness of the cooler, Blakes assault, or both. But I couldn't stop shaking. After Blake came inside me, he zipped his pants and turned towards the door. Without a word Blake left and I slunk to the floor with my pants still around my ankles. The coolness of the floor at least felt good on my ass. After a few minutes I got myself together and finished my stocking. "Your hunky food guy left you a note." Nikki said while I walked back to the front counter. "Thanks." I said sarcastically as I shoved the note into my pocket and finished up some paperwork for the remaining thirty minutes that Nikki was there. Once she was gone, I opened Blake's note. "Katie Cat. Your time is Mine. You are Mine, and as each rule is broken, your punishments will become harsher. Blake" I barely finished my shift without breaking down. As soon as I sat in my car, I winced again from the pain on my ass, and cried for the entire drive home. I crawled into bed and checked to make sure my trip to open the cabin was in my calendar before falling asleep. I awoke to my phone notifications going off. It was a text from Blake. "Katie, I hope you slept well. Have a safe drive to the cabin. I know you will be heading back there in four days, and I will be headed to my work trip the day before. I want you to take this time to reflect on our dynamic thus far, what you have gotten out of it, what you have disliked, or what you would like to continue. I expect a well detailed email by your vacation so that I have something to read while I am away. Blake" He could have at least fucking apologized. But no, he gives me shit to do when I already have to open the cabin, then pack, and work the next 4 days. I stewed over my thoughts on Blake for the whole two hours to the cabin. I drove 20 minutes to the little town close to the cabin. I hadn't eaten all day and decided to stop at the small family-owned restaurant. I ate some food rereading Blake's text, fuming at the way it was written. I noticed the time and went to get on with my errands as I still needed to go grocery shopping, make a firewood order, and get the gas refilled. "Can I get the check please?" I asked the waitress. "No need Hun, the guy leaving just now already paid for it." The waitress replied, motioning towards the door. Who the hell was that? The person had the build of a man, but shoulder length black hair. It was not Blake; he has short sandy blond hair. And this guy got into a mid-sized Nissan. Not Blake's car. No one knows I'm up here except for Jess, Blake, and my parents. "Umm, ok thanks. Here, take this as a tip." I told the waitress before leaving. The Nissan was turning a corner as I got outside. So much for trying to figure out who it was. Weird. I stopped at the hardware store, and got my firewood and gas ordered. Ever since the diner, I kept seeing black Nissan's everywhere. I kept telling myself that it was a common car and I was being stupid. Before heading to the grocery store, I stopped by the liquor store to grab a few bottles of wine. As I was going up and down the aisles, I kept seeing someone with long black hair turn the corner of each aisle I went down. My anxiety started kicking in, and I doubled back to the previous aisle and confronted them. "Who the hell are you?" I yelled, "And why are you following me?" "What the fuck." The guy said while taking two steps backwards, "I don't know you, crazy lady, leave me alone." "Why did you pay for my lunch? Are you the one in the Nissan?" I continued to question him as he tried to walk away. "Lady, I don't fucking know you, leave me alone!" The guy yelled. As soon as he said that the clerk came over to us. "Is there a problem here? Why are you yelling sir?" The clerk asked. "This lady won't leave me alone; I think she's not right in the head. She keeps going on about her lunch and a Nissan or something." The guy told the clerk. "I'm sorry." I apologized, "I thought someone was following me, and they had hair like yours. I'll just take my stuff and go." I got in my car, trying to calm myself down. I kept telling myself that I was probably just imagining things since I was upset and angry about Blake. Even though I kept saying that in my mind, I kept getting a weird feeling. I hurried and got my groceries and took everything back to the cabin. I locked up and got in my car to begin my drive back. As I pulled down the driveway towards the road, a black Nissan pulled away. Forget it Katie, just forget it, they were probably just turning around, and you've already made an ass of yourself once today. I drove back home and began counting down the days until my vacation so that I could take some time to decompress. I began my mental note of things I wanted to include in my email to Blake per his request. I got home and fired up my laptop, getting started on the email to Blake. I definitely did not want to break another request or rule before my vacation.

Kylie And The Roommate by spiderbyte94 Chapter 1 Daniel and Kylie's new roommate has trouble with the shower. (Daniel) "Dude, the shower is acting up again. I can never get it started", Jason texted me. This shower was always giving us problems. My girlfriend, Kylie, and I had lived in this apartment for several years. It was a two bedroom place right in the middle of the city exactly where you want to be. It was an old building. They were in the process of renovating it, trying to add more amenities to keep up with some of the new buildings that had popped up recently. The apartments themselves still needed work though. My girlfriend lost her job as a nurse a few months back and we were having trouble keeping up with the rent now. We made the tough choice to find a roommate to take the spare bedroom in order to keep us afloat. It hadn't been easy on either of us, but Kylie was taking it the hardest. Jason moved in about a month ago. He was an easy going guy and nice enough. He was a massage therapist and worked out of a few locations in the city, so being central was important to him. He also had a few super rich clients that he made house calls to as well. He told me that massage therapy was fun, but that he was also studying to become a physical therapist. He was a big sports guy and I think he mentioned he was a former athlete. He spent a lot of time in the new gym in the building. That wasn't really my scene. I wasn't fat or anything, just out of shape. Kylie didn't seem to care. Jason and I were getting along fine though. It was nice having a guy around to kick back and have a beer with at the end of the day. Kylie didn't see it that way though. She said I always overdid it with the drinking, but I had calmed down a lot in recent years. She also complained that she felt like we had no privacy anymore. She barely hung out with us in the common area. She used the excuse that she was doing interview prep, but I knew it was more than that. I had left for work a few hours ago but she was probably just getting up now. "Kylie is home, she knows how to get it working. Let me text her.", I responded to Jason. ***** (Kylie) My phone buzzed, "Honey, can you help Jason with the shower?" Ugh. I was still lying naked in bed. Can he never get the shower working on his own? How many times had Daniel shown him? It's like Jason was there just to annoy me sometimes. A constant reminder of my recent career failures. "Daniel, I'm barely even awake. He really can't figure this out on his own? I thought he was smart!", I texted back. When I was working I was usually up and out by 6am, but I was starting to get used to waking up later now. Looking for a job was almost more exhausting than having one though. Between studying at the library, meeting with recruiters, and doing actual interviews, I was out of the house most of the day. Not having a set schedule and the emotional toll of getting nowhere made it so much harder to get up though. "I know honey, but just help him out for a second. You know how tricky that shower can be", Daniel responded. Out of spite I took an extra minute getting up. I looked through my closet to find appropriate clothes, which I wasn't happy about. I found a pair of short shorts and a baggy t-shirt. I grumpily threw them on and walked down the hall to the bathroom. I knocked on the door and heard Jason say to enter. "Sorry about this Kylie, I don't know why I can't get it to work", Jason said as I opened the door. Jason was standing there in just his towel, facing the shower looking frustrated. As annoying as he was, I couldn't help but notice his muscular body. I knew he worked out a bunch at the gym downstairs, it was actually one of the reasons I had stopped going. I didn't need yet another place where Jason was around. I avoided him whenever I could by staying in my room, but I hated that my apartment suddenly felt like it wasn't my own. All I could think about was the things I could no longer do. Like getting up to go to the bathroom at night without putting on clothes or just walking around in just my underwear like I used to. It felt like Jason was everywhere. But seeing him like this for the first time would make any girl blush and I was no exception. He wasn't overly bulky like a bodybuilder, but was lean and had definition. He had slightly bigger arms than Daniel. His stomach was flat and I could see he had one of those Vs disappearing down into his towel. As I looked him up and down I felt what had now become a familiar feeling. An aching that had been building for way too long. You see, while having someone in my space was definitely annoying and changed how I lived in my own apartment, my biggest issue with Jason was actually much more frustrating. Since he had moved in I hadn't been able to have an orgasm. And I couldn't remember the last time I had gone this long without one. Daniel and I usually had an active sex life, but even when we didn't I always found time to take care of myself. But now I just couldn't get comfortable. I like to lose myself in an orgasm, moaning and screaming, but knowing that Jason was in the house just made that impossible. Jason looked over at me, standing in the doorway and I quickly snapped out of my thoughts so he wouldn't notice me staring. "It's fine, it took me a few weeks to figure it out too. Wish someone would just come by and fix it already. It's getting annoying", I said. There was definitely an edge to my voice, probably more than I had actually meant. I walked over to the shower and turned the knobs to the right position. I felt Jason lean over me trying to see exactly what I was doing. I could feel my face get a little hot knowing some jacked half naked guy was almost pressed up against me in our bathroom. That aching grew stronger. "Uhh, yea so you just put the knobs like this and the water will start coming out into the bath. Then pull the pin to switch to the shower. But you need to pull it off to the side a bit in order for it to stay on", I said, trying to be nicer. I pulled the pin and the water started pouring from the shower head. I quickly stood up to avoid getting wet, which caused me to brush up against Jason slightly. He took a small step back to give us some room. Our eyes met and he smiled. "You have the magic touch, Kylie", he said. I hid a smile of my own and rolled my eyes. "Just don't use up all the hot water like you always do." I returned to my room, closed the door and plopped on the bed. This aching was becoming unbearable. My clit was begging to be touched so I gave in and let my hand make its way into my shorts. I felt the heat coming off of me and applied a little pressure with my fingers. I could feel the weeks of sexual frustration just waiting to be released. I started thinking about all the places Daniel and I had fucked in this apartment. Hearing the shower running from the other room, I remembered how much we loved to get dirty in there. As I thought more about the shower, I couldn't help but think about the man who was in there right now. I knew I shouldn't be thinking about our roommate that way, but they were only thoughts, right? And it wasn't my fault he was in just his towel. Daniel was the one who sent me in there, I didn't even want to go. Was I not supposed to look at Jason when I entered? Who knew he had such a muscular body... now under the hot water, lathered up with soap. I imagined the soap traveling down his body, down his flat stomach, all the way to... I shook my head hard, bringing me back to my bedroom. I could feel myself becoming wet and gave a heavy sigh. No point in riling myself up if there wasn't going to be any release. I got up and got dressed for the day. ***** (Daniel) When I got home that evening, Kylie was sitting at the table sulking. I could tell things had not gone well with the recruiter. I went to the kitchen and grabbed a beer. "You ok sweetie?", I called from the kitchen. She looked up at me as I entered the common area, where our table was. She noted the beer. "Just one" she said sternly. "I know, it's a school night", I said with a wink. Kylie rolled her eyes. "I just feel so helpless, Daniel", she said. "The recruiter has some jobs, but they are all entry level positions which would be a big step backwards. I've worked hard and am a good nurse, it's not my fault the hospital closed down!". There was distress in her voice. "Honey, don't worry about it. Something great will turn up. And now that Jason is living here you don't need to rush it" "Ugh, don't remind me. I hate having him here.", Kylie said. "Is he really that bad? I actually think he's a pretty good roommate. Always pays on time, not too loud" Kylie sighed. "No, you're right. He's not that bad. I'm just frustrated...in more ways than one". I knew what she meant. We hadn't had sex since he moved in. Kylie had a habit of getting really loud when she was excited. We had even had neighbors call us once or twice to ask us to keep it down. I found it funny, but she was embarrassed by it. Jason only made this worse for her. One time I had gone down on her and it sounded like she was finally getting comfortable, but as soon as the first moan escaped her lips she got self conscious that Jason could hear and told me to stop. Since then neither of us had pushed it. Speaking of Jason. I looked around the apartment and saw his room was dark. "Is Jason not here?" I said with a slight smirk. It took a second for Kylie to understand. He was usually home before me so this was one of the first times since he moved in that we had the place to ourselves. Kylie's eyes lit up with realization and she was on my lips in a second. Our tongues intertwined and I could feel the urgency behind her kiss. I turned her around and hiked up her skirt. She gave a little gasp in mock shock as I got down on my knees behind her. She was wearing a pretty white g-string, which I pulled to the side so I could stick my tongue into her already wet pussy. Her scent was intoxicating and I loved to eat her out when she was like this. My tongue started going back and forth over the folds, I was enjoying every second. She was already getting loud, not holding back, which made my cock twitch with excitement. I unbuttoned my pants to free myself. A few strokes with my hand and I felt like I was already ready to bust. It had been too long for me as well. I stood up and got the tip of my dick lined up with her slit and felt her wetness on my head. "Please fuck me baby! I need this so bad Daniel!". Her words only made things worse for me. I needed to stall. I moved my dick back and forth at her entrance teasing her. Kylie moaned loudly. I slowly allowed my head to enter and felt the warmth of her pussy. But I pulled back immediately. It just felt too good. I waited another second, trying to calm myself down, and popped the tip in one more time. She tried to push her hips back, but I moved with her. With eyes closed, she cried out "Fuck me Daniel". That was my cue and I slowly started to move forward. But then just at that moment, we both heard keys jiggling the lock on the apartment door. Kylie let out a frustrated groan and pulled down her skirt and ran to the bathroom. I quickly pulled my pants up and was just finishing with the buckle when Jason walked in. He saw me standing there and immediately knew what he had interrupted. "Shit bro, I'm sorry. Let me just drop my table off and I'll go take a walk" Jason said, barely looking at me. Well this was embarrassing. No point trying to play it off. "Nah it's ok man, Kylie went into the shower already. You want a beer?", I responded. I needed to distract myself. We drank a few and talked about work. He was just getting back from one of those private clients that he massaged at their home. "How was the place?" I asked. "Unreal man. It was a penthouse downtown. Elevator opens right up into their living room." he said. "That's awesome". I imagined what it would be like to live in one of those. "Yea must be some old rich guy who married young. The girl was a smoke show" he said. A little smirk on his face. "Lucky dog", I said with a wink. I heard Kylie get out of the shower and excused myself to go check on her. "Hey" I said from the doorway. "You alright?" "Let's not even talk about it. I took a cold shower but it barely helped. I swear if I think about it I might just scream." Kylie said as she brushed her hair in the mirror, barely making eye contact with me. "I'm sorry honey. I'm sure we'll get into a routine soon and find some time for us". "Does he really need to be here, Daniel? There's no other way we could figure things out financially?" she asked. "Not really Kylie. I just don't make enough and we need that second income to afford this place. I think you just need to give him a chance. Make him feel comfortable since I'm sure it's awkward for him too." I responded. "But he makes me feel uncomfortable in my own apartment! I feel like I can't do what I want anymore!" she whined. "It's all in your head sweetie. This is still your apartment. It will take some getting used to, but if you try I'm sure it will feel like home again soon." "It's not in my head, Daniel" she said, anger in her voice. "I didn't mean...", I started, but she interrupted me. "Whatever. Tomorrow I'm putting all my energy into finding a job. Then maybe things can go back to how they were and I'll get my apartment back" she exclaimed. I sighed. "Ok sweetie, I'll go prepare dinner", I said and quietly left the room ***** (Kylie) I awoke late the next morning. I tossed and turned all night after the events from the previous evening. I had been so close to getting the release I needed. But no, Daniel just had to take his time, teasing me. He should have known that Jason would have been returning at any moment. Ugh. I was so mad thinking about it. Daniel had already left for the day, as usual. I got up and started picking out my clothes. I found a real sexy red thong that I slipped on. Even just the feeling the cotton pressing against me, sent electricity through my body. I stared at myself in the mirror and pinched my exposed nipples. I had a pretty big chest, nothing huge, but definitely more than a handful. I turned around to admire my ass in my thong. I loved going to the gym, though I hadn't been in a few weeks because of Jason. I worked hard to keep my bubble butt and I knew guys noticed it. I really needed to get back in there. Maybe that would help take the edge off. I heard Jason enter the bathroom and heard the water start. I was still replaying last night in my head, when a thought hit me. While the shower is running, Jason probably won't be able to hear very well. If I tried my hardest to keep it down, maybe I could get myself off. I was grasping at straws, but I was desperate. If I make it quick, I could finish before he even gets out. Maybe I could finally get some relief! I quickly laid down on the bed and started making my way down to my crotch. I had barely touched my clit over my panties and was already stifling a moan. My other hand groped my breast and played with my nipple. I'm going to enjoy this, I thought to myself, as a soft moan escaped my lips. I slowly reached down the front of my panties, past my bald pubic region. I circled my clit a few times and could feel myself getting wet. My excitement was already through the roof. I continued to make my way further down, spreading my lips and feeling the wetness. I circled my entrance just as Daniel had done the night before. I did like a little bit of teasing. But just as I was about to slip my finger into my hole, I heard Jason curse. "This fucking thing! Why can't I ever get this working?" I clenched my jaw. Are you kidding me? Not again. Not this time. I needed this guy to get in the shower so I could finally climax. I jumped out of bed quickly, grabbing a towel to cover myself up. I stomped down the hallway and burst into the bathroom without even knocking. And there was Jason just standing there completely naked, looking at the shower. I had obviously caught him by surprise and to be honest I had shocked myself as well. I don't know why I didn't knock. I guess all I could think about was getting back to bed. Jason just stared at me for a second, as I stared back at his half erect penis. Must have been the remnants of morning wood. But I couldn't take my eyes off it. Even in this state he was already as big as Daniel. I could feel my pussy instantly flood, biology taking over, sending the signals to make sure I was plenty lubricated if that thing was going to come near me. I had to pinch my legs together ever so slightly and the friction sent a shiver down my body. Jason moved first and grabbed his boxers from the floor to hold in front of his pole. "Jeeze, Kylie is everything alright??", he said, looking concerned. I snapped out of my trance and apologized. "Sorry! I-I just heard you from the other room and figured you were having issues with the shower again so I came to help". I must have turned a dark shade of red as the reality of the situation was starting to set in. "I should have knocked though! I'm so sorry I'll leave!". I motioned to turn around, but Jason interrupted, "No wait, actually I really could use your help. I was trying not to bother you, but really I just can't figure this thing out. I've been standing here for 5 minutes. I can't believe I still can't get it". I paused in the doorway and turned back around. He was still holding his boxers covering his semi erect organ. I took a deep breath, calming myself. "Ok let me give it a shot" I said as I walked over to the shower. I leaned over and started to adjust the knobs and pulled the pin at just the right angle. The water shot out of the shower head, but this time I wasn't fast enough to get out of the way. The water hit me and in a shock I slipped forward. I yelped as I fell. I could feel my towel loosen as I landed on both my hands. The towel dropped to the floor. I was frozen for a second. My tits hanging out and my ass barely covered by my skimpy thong. I realized that Jason must be looking and was sure he could see the clear wet mark on my red panties. Thinking of him looking at me in such a vulnerable position, I couldn't move from the embarrassment. I finally dared to peek over my shoulder to see how bad it was. Apparently in all the commotion Jason had dropped the boxers he had used to cover himself. My eyes couldn't help but be drawn to his exposed region. His half chub was quickly becoming a full one. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. My embarrassment started to fade as another feeling rose up. I could see his eyes going up my body. Starting at my legs and stopping right at my ass. My mind started racing, unable to control the dirty thoughts that were coming into my head. I bet he could see the outline of my tight pussy through my panties. Maybe a little slip of my asshole was showing from behind my thong. I involuntarily arched my back, sticking my ass out. I bit my lip, watching Jason's cock grow even bigger. The wet spot on my thong, getting bigger as well. I stayed like that for a second more and then stood up and turned around. My nipples were hard, as I unsuccessfully tried to cover my breasts with one hand. Jason's eyes moved up my body looking to get a glimpse of my round tits. I saw his stiff cock twitch ever so slightly. The bathroom was small so there was barely a foot between us. Jason stood there frozen. With one hand on my breasts, I bent down to grab my towel with my other. I noticed the boxers Jason had dropped and I picked those up too. "I think you dropped these. Though I'm not sure they'll be enough to cover you now" I said, handing them to Jason's with a smirk. Jason finally snapped out of it and took his boxers back. He looked down and noticed his massive erection and quickly moved to cover up. "I'm so sorry Kylie! I-I don't even know what to say", he said, as he looked at the ceiling trying hard not to look at my body anymore. I couldn't help but smile. There was another few seconds of silence. "Looks like I'll be needing a cold shower this morning", he said, trying to cut the tension. "Well then I guess that makes us even since it was your fault I had to take one last night" I said jokingly. I walked past him to the door, a little bit of confidence in my step. As I got to the doorway, I turned around and caught him staring at my ass once more. I had to admit it felt good to see the uncontrollable reaction my body had on him. Jason, still in shock, mumbled another apology and turned around to get in the shower, not realizing that he was giving me a nice view of his muscular ass as he climbed in. I walked back down the hall, head spinning. I couldn't get the image out of my mind of that long hard cock. I had been living with that thing for the past few weeks without even realizing it. My body was going crazy and I felt like I could explode. When I got back to my room I planned to go to town on myself and finally get that release, not caring if Jason could hear me or not. But when I got back I had a message from the recruiter saying she wanted to meet right away. This brought me back to reality and I felt a pang of guilt. Did I cross a line with Jason? Would Daniel be mad? Really nothing had happened though. There was no touching and the whole thing was really just an accident. Sure maybe we both stared a little too long, but that could be our little secret. Chapter 2 ***** (Daniel) I got back from work and Kylie and Jason were already home. It looked like Kylie had just gotten in as well, as she was just putting down her purse and taking off her jacket. She was clearly in a better mood today than she was yesterday. Her and Jason were laughing about something that must have been said before I entered. It was good to see them finally getting along. It's been a frustrating few weeks for Kylie, between her job search and Jason moving in, and she wore her emotions on her sleeve. Unfortunately, it often came across as hostility towards Jason. But maybe she was finally warming up to him. "Hey sweetie, you seem happy?" I said, looking over at her. She looked beautiful as always, but it had been a while since I had seen her smile. "Good news from the recruiter?" Kylie looked up at me and gave me a big grin. "I had an amazing day, honey! The recruiter got me some great leads on private practices in the area. The hours are great and the pay seems even better. I should have interviews all week!" "Wow that's awesome, Kylie! See what a difference a day makes!" I said. I looked over at Jason, who was sitting at the table. "And what about you, man? I didn't get any text about the shower today, have you finally figured it out?" I joked. Jason just smiled and looked at Kylie. "Nope, still can't get it working. But lucky for me Kylie was around and had a look." "Yea I had a look," Kylie said with a smirk. "Gotta watch out when it switches on though, otherwise you could get wet, right Kylie?" Jason said with a pointed look. I noticed Kylie got a bit red in the face and avoided eye contact. She nodded. "I definitely got wet," she said. They both gave a little chuckle. I didn't think much of it. That shower was always a problem and I'd had my fair share of getting blasted with cold water when I wasn't expecting it. "It'll definitely wake you up in the morning," I said to Jason. "Wide awake!" he responded with a nod and a smile. "We really need to get that thing fixed though. Maybe I'll call tomorrow," I said, turning back to Kylie. "Anyway, let's celebrate your good news, sweetie!" The three of us cracked open some beers and enjoyed the rest of the night. Kylie hated when I drank, but she was in such a good mood she didn't even say anything tonight. I made sure to only have a couple though. I didn't want to spoil it. I was just happy she was starting to take my advice with Jason. A few hours later we went off to bed. I was laying down, looking at my phone. Kylie was looking at herself in the mirror as she got undressed. I turned to look at her, enjoying the view as she wiggled out of her pants. "It's great that you helped Jason this morning," I said. "I think it will go a long way in making us all feel more comfortable living together." Kylie turned to me in just her bra and panties, a beautiful matching red set. The thong in particular was one of her sexier ones. I loved how it looked on her. She had such a great ass. It was perfectly round, but not overly big like you see on a lot of girls these days. "Yea...I don't think I made things more comfortable for anyone," she said, blushing like she had in the common area earlier. I sat up slightly against the headboard. "Why's that, honey? Did something happen?" She took a deep breath. "Promise not to get mad?" she said, as she looked over to me. "I promise," I said, hesitantly. "Well I kind of walked right into the bathroom without knocking this morning. I heard Jason struggling with the shower and figured he needed help. I was so irritated from last night I guess I just wasn't thinking. And I kinda caught him naked..." she said. I let out a nervous laugh. "Oh wow that's awkward. How did he react? He didn't seem mad during dinner." "No, I think we were both more surprised than anything. He covered himself after the shock wore off," Kylie said. Then she paused. "I don't think he could be mad anyway, since it all evened out in the end." I looked at her with a confused look on my face. "What do you mean 'evened out'?" "Well before I went into the bathroom, I was in the middle of getting dressed. When I heard him struggling, I only had on this pair of panties," she said as she snapped the band on her red thong. "I was in a rush to finish, uh, getting ready. So I just threw a towel on to cover up." I wasn't really the jealous type, but imagining my girlfriend in the bathroom in just a towel and thong and our new roommate naked was not what I wanted to be picturing. "Well, you were still pretty much covered though, right?" I said. "Yea I was," she responded. She was avoiding my eyes in the mirror. "But then I slipped into the tub," she added. "You slipped? How did that happen? Did you get hurt?" I was trying to piece everything together, a million questions in my head. "No, no nothing like that," she said. "When I turned the shower on, I must have been distracted because the water hit me and I fell. But as I fell...my towel came off." Shit. "Jason got a good look at me bent over in just my panties" she added, almost quietly. I thought I saw a flash of a smile on her face, but maybe it was just the angle she was looking at the mirror. "Oh wow", I muttered, shaking my head and looking off in the distance. My mind was racing. "Then what happened?" My nervousness growing. "Nothing. I picked up my towel and Jason tried his best to cover himself back up. Then I left," she responded quickly. Wait, I thought Jason had already covered himself? I was just about to ask, but when I looked up at Kylie I noticed she was now bending over her makeup stand as she looked at her face in the mirror. Her back was arched, her ass on display. Was this the kind of view Jason had this morning? I had to admit, it was quite the view. Her pretty red thong barely covering her most sexual areas. Was that a dark spot on her panties? My eyes moved up and down her smooth legs. Her beautiful bubble butt stuck out just right. My horniess began to take over. Kylie looked in the mirror and caught me staring. "Like what you see?" she smirked. My dick was standing at full attention and was pitching the blanket. Any questions I had about her bathroom encounter went out the window. Kylie reached around her back and slowly started spreading her cheeks for me, biting her lip in the mirror. I was mesmerized by the tiny dark damp spot, now showing clearly, on her red thong. As she spread her cheeks I got a little glimpse of her pussy lips. I got up out of the bed and walked over to her. I stood behind her and smacked her ass. She gave out a moan. She looked back at me with lust filled eyes and I began rubbing her pussy through her panties. Another moan escaped her lips. Her eyes dropped down to my dick, which had made a tent in my boxers. In the other room we heard Jason cough. Kylie's face turned from horny to embarrassed. She sighed. I knew what that meant. "I just can't do it knowing he's right there honey," she said. She saw the look of disappointment on my face, as I started to turn to get back into bed. "How about I just take care of you tonight?" she said, dropping down to her knees. I didn't even have a chance to respond. As she yanked down my shorts, my disappointment quickly disappeared, as did my dick into her mouth. Kylie gave great blowjobs, but she didn't do it often. She liked to go right to sex. But I always enjoyed moments like these though, since I didn't need to worry about lasting long. She licked from the bottom all the way to the tip. She swirled her tongue around the head over and over again. I could feel myself already leaking with precum. Then she slowly started taking me deeper and deeper. I figured at some point she would stop, but she kept going until she was all the way at the base. She hadn't done this before! Her eyes were closed and I could feel her moaning into my dick. I loved that this was getting her off. It was so sexy seeing her deepthroat me like that. But knowing that she was enjoying it made it even hotter. "God, Kylie you're taking me all the way!" I moaned. She finally pulled back, leaving just the tip in her mouth. She looked up at me and gave me a wink. Then she slammed down on my cock again. She started doing this faster and faster. Like I said her blowjobs were great, but this was on a whole new level. I had never seen her this excited to suck me off. My entire dick hitting the back of her throat over and over again. I could feel that familiar tingle in my balls. I tried to hold back so I could enjoy this as long as possible, but it was no use. "I'm gonna come!" I barely got the words out. I expected her to slow down, but instead she slammed down on my dick one last time. Her eyes closed once more and I could hear her moan as each spurt of cum filled her mouth. "Damn, that was amazing!" I exclaimed, my knees weak. As the last of it dribbled out, Kylie finally let my dick drop from her mouth. She swallowed with a gulp, finally opening her eyes and looking back up at me. She smiled. "I'm glad you enjoyed it honey. I can't believe how easily it was to fit your whole dick in my mouth." "I know! That was so hot," I responded as I collapsed on the bed watching Kylie strip down before getting in next to me. I dozed off feeling completely satisfied. ***** (Kylie) I lied in bed for a bit, while Daniel snored next to me. I felt guilty. I hadn't lied, but I definitely made the encounter with Jason seem more innocent than it had been. But retelling the story to Daniel was so exciting! I had never experienced anything like it. It's like I was telling on myself. I couldn't help but arch my back while I recounted everything, just like I had in the bathroom. Even though it was Daniel in the room, all I could think about was the rush I got when it was Jason. When Daniel came up from behind me and smacked my ass, my brain had convinced me that it was Jason. That I was back in the bathroom, exposed over the tub. But when I looked down at the dick in front of me it just didn't measure up. This was Daniel, not Jason. I never had a problem with Daniel's dick. I didn't blow him often, even though I enjoyed it, because he could be quick on the trigger sometimes. If we skipped most of the foreplay there was a better chance I would get to orgasm during sex. Lucky for me, Daniel was happy to go down on me after to make sure I finished, which happened a lot. But I couldn't help but wonder if I wouldn't have that problem with a cock like Jason's. While I was blowing Daniel, I pushed his dick as far down my throat as possible. I was imagining how much more I would have to take if it had been Jason's cock. I was honestly surprised how easy it was to deepthroat Daniel and was a little disappointed. Still, I enjoyed hearing him groan in pleasure and with my eyes closed I was able to imagine that bathroom encounter playing out much differently. I moaned onto his dick, thinking about what it would feel like to feel Jason pulsing in my mouth. When Daniel shot his load, I couldn't help but wonder how Jason's would taste. As Daniel slept, I was left awake tossing and turning. I felt even worse once my horniess subsided. I shouldn't be thinking of sucking another man's dick, especially not while I'm sucking my boyfriends! I blamed all my pent up sexual frustration for putting those thoughts in my head. I told myself I wouldn't think of Jason anymore. That didn't last long though. Jason had been embarrassed in the bathroom that day, but he must have also felt the sparks the same as I had. It's like we had this inside joke and it changed our whole dynamic. I'm not sure who started it, but it felt like we were playing some kind of unspoken game of chicken. I noticed that he had started wearing more tank tops around the house, showing off his muscles. Or he would strip off his shirt before heading to the bathroom after coming back from the gym. He caught me looking one time. His smirk said it all. How could I stop thinking about him if he was going to tease me like that? I knew he was doing it just to be funny, but I don't think he realized just how much he was getting to me. I should have just ignored it, but the only thing I could think of was giving him a taste of his own medicine. Maybe that would scare him off. I started small, wearing my really tight workout shorts around the house. They showed off my ass perfectly and I always got looks at the gym. I tried to catch Jason looking, but he didn't seem too bothered by it. I told myself I didn't care, but I did. I wanted him to watch me. I needed to go further. This was just a normal outfit, he probably saw girls wear this all the time when he was down at the gym. The next day, I upped the ante. I found a pair of low rise jeans and wore a cute pink g-string with a little butterfly. I got the pants just right so that my panties didn't show when walking around, but would pop out easily if I bent over. I picked a shirt that showed off my midriff and had ample cleavage. I hadn't worn something like this since I was single in college. It wasn't completely inappropriate, but it was definitely meant to get attention. That night Jason was in the kitchen preparing his dinner. Daniel was asleep on the couch. My stomach was in knots. I couldn't wait to see Jason's reaction. I walked into the kitchen very casually, barely paying attention to him and started searching through the cabinets. I bent over, aimlessly looking for nothing in particular in one of the lower cabinets. I could feel my panties riding up and I arched my back to push them up even higher. I got down further, really digging through the cabinet, pretending to be completely oblivious to what was happening. I looked back slightly to see my dirty work. My thong was completely exposed, the pink strings contrasting against my skin. I felt so sexy. I knew I had Jason's attention when I heard him curse because his food was burning. I laughed to myself. I slowly backed out from under the cabinet making sure not to adjust anything. As I sat back on my heels, I looked back and said "Oops" as I tucked my panties back into my pants. I didn't make eye contact with Jason, but I knew he was looking. Next I checked one of the high cabinets. I reached up for something on one of the higher shelves, but couldn't quite get there. I jumped slightly a few times, feeling my tits bounce. "Can I help you get something?" Jason asked as he came over close to me. "Would you mind grabbing that bowl up there?" I said, continuing to act oblivious. Jason reached up and grabbed it easily, but on the way down I could tell he was looking straight down my cleavage. Our eyes met for a second and Jason quickly looked away. Perfect. "Thanks," I said and strolled out of there, my objective complete. Daniel was still asleep when I passed by and was clueless to what was going on. I got back to the room, feeling breathless. What a rush! It was exhilarating knowing Jason's eyes were all over me. A few days passed and I thought I had won our little game. The rational side of me was glad. Good, now I could stop thinking about him. The devious side was disappointed though. Fun was over I guess. That was until one morning later in the week. I was in the living room getting ready for an interview after Daniel had left for work. When Jason came in I hadn't even noticed him at first. He plopped onto the couch a seat over from me. "Nervous for your interview," he said. I looked up ready to answer, but the words got lost. Jason was sitting there in just his boxers. No shirt, no pants. I took in his entire body and my eyes got wide. I glanced immediately at his crotch, unable to help myself. I could definitely see a bulge. "What? Uhh yeah, a little bit nervous," I finally managed to say. I tried to regain some composure, but I just couldn't stop admiring his body. My blood was pumping and I could feel my heart beating in my chest. "Shouldn't you be getting ready for work?" I said, finally meeting his eye. I needed to try and get back the upperhand. "Or did you need help in the shower again," trying to force confidence. "I was actually hoping that would become part of our morning routine," Jason laughed. He was on his game today. "But no, no work today. Usually, if I can, I like to schedule all my clients on the same days so I can leave a day off to just decompress." "And what do you do to decompress?" I asked. "Well it depends. Sometimes I'll hit the gym or other days I'll just veg playing video games or watching TV," he said, sitting back and looking totally relaxed. "And do you usually do that in your underwear?" I said with a pointed look. "Of course, it's the best." He was sitting there smiling. A smug look on his face. "Why's that?" I asked "Easy access in case the mood strikes." My eyes grew wide again and my face reddened. He laughed as soon as he said it. "Sorry, maybe that was too much information," he said, happy he had gotten a reaction out of me. I tried to act normal, but now all I could think about was Jason rubbing one out. I'm sure that was by design. Trying to put him back on his heels, I responded, "I mean everyone does it, it's not a big deal." He looked at me. "Even you? You must be quiet as a mouse cause I never hear you," he said right back. "Actually I'm very loud, so I haven't been able to since you moved in" I blurted out. My face instantly became beat red, I could feel it getting hot. It had all just come tumbling out. Why would I say that?! Jason's eyebrows raised in surprise, but there was a slight smirk as well. "Ok now I'm sharing too much," I said. I checked my watch. "I gotta run or I'm gonna be late." I got up quickly from the couch without looking at Jason. As I left the room, I just couldn't help it. I looked back one more time and caught Jason's eyes. "Have fun 'decompressing' today," I said. Jason laughed. "Good luck on your interview!" Jason must have liked the reaction he had gotten because the rest of the week it seemed like he was always in his boxers when it was just me and him at home. I had to think of some way to get back at him. My little outfits were sexy, but I wanted to see him get red in the face like he had done to me. But Saturday that was the furthest thing from my mind. Daniel and I were lying in bed cuddling. Saturday morning used to be one of our favorite times to have sex. No work, nowhere to be. I always slept naked so all I would need to do was rub against Daniel and he was ready to go. Unfortunately my body had gotten very used to that schedule and I was horny, although I guess that was pretty common these days. I pressed my breasts into Daniel, even though I knew there would be none of that today. Daniel's phone buzzed and he reached over to get it. "Oo Chris just texted me. Said he's in the neighborhood and wanted to see if we wanted to get breakfast," he read aloud. Ugh, not Chris. He was so boring. He used to date this nice girl who I could talk to on our double dates, but they broke up a few months back. Now I dreaded when the three of us got together. "You go honey. You guys always just end up talking about fantasy football and I'll get bored," I said. "Are you sure sweetie? I feel bad leaving you on my day off," he responded. "Really it's fine. I want to do some cleaning in the house anyway." I needed to distract myself anyway, since my horiness was reaching a boiling point. Daniel got up and got ready and gave me a kiss on the forehead before leaving. A little while later I got up too, admiring my naked body in the mirror for a moment. I then moved to the closet to start looking for clothes to clean in. I normally would just throw on an old baggy white t-shirt. It was comfortable, I wouldn't be too hot and I didn't care if it got dirty. But with Jason in the house I guess I should find something more appropriate. Or should I? Daniel was the one that said I should try to make this place feel like my home again. I'm the one cleaning the apartment, why shouldn't I wear what I want? Besides, clearly Jason had stopped caring about wearing anything appropriate. Always walking around in his boxers. I slipped a plain white shirt on over my naked body. It went to just below my ass. I nervously opened the bedroom door. I couldn't hear anything from the living room. As confident as I had been a second ago, I was glad Jason wasn't up or I might have chickened out. I started in the kitchen, cleaning off the counter with a sponge. I collected all the used glasses and plates and stacked them in the sink. Daniel was supposed to do the dishes last night, but he must have forgotten like always and they were piling up. I'd have to take care of that before cleaning the rest of the kitchen. I must have made some noise moving everything around, because not long after I heard Jason's door open. I turned on the sink, letting the water run to fill up the bottom. I picked up a cup and began rinsing it. The sink faced away from the doorway to the kitchen, so I didn't hear Jason come in. "Morning," he said from behind me. It sounded like he was over by the refrigerator. I turned my head to reply and I noticed he was once again in only his boxers. But this time I could clearly see the outline of his dick, straining against the material! Jason was still half asleep and he probably didn't even realize he still had morning wood. My Saturday morning horiness came flooding back and I lost track of what I was doing. I dropped the cup I was holding and the water from the sink splashed all over me. I gave a little yelp and jumped back, turning towards Jason, holding my hands out, the water dripping off me. This obviously caused Jason to look at me in surprise, waking him up from his half sleeping state. I noticed he was staring right at my chest, so I looked down and it became apparent why. The cold water had turned my shirt see thru. You could see the darkened outline of my nipples as they poked through the shirt. I quickly turned back around to hide myself. "Anything fun planned for today," I asked, as I picked up the cup and continued rinsing it. The wet shirt felt great against my breasts and I could feel my body get goosebumps. I popped open the dishwasher, trying to concentrate on the cleaning. "Nothing crazy, probably just gonna play a video game on the c..." he cut off mid sentence as I loaded the glass on the bottom rack of the dishwasher. It was at that moment that I remembered I wasn't wearing any panties and that he probably just got a nice flash of my bare ass and maybe more when I bent over! I quickly stood up and pulled the bottom of the shirt down. So much for feeling comfortable in my own apartment! I looked over at Jason whose mouth was hanging slightly open and whose face had gotten red. I noticed the tent in his boxers was definitely much bigger and sticking out even further. "I'll just be on the couch," he managed to finally get out and he quickly left the room. Oh my god, I can't believe that just happened. I should have worn more appropriate clothes! This was worse than the bathroom. And yet even though I was embarrassed, the look on Jason's face was priceless. If I was looking for payback from the couch incident, I had definitely gotten it. I giggled to myself. I then became very conscious of how exposed I was. How the air felt on my legs and up under the shirt. The goosebumps returned and my thoughts went to Jason's boxers. I felt that same rush I had in the bathroom a week ago. The compromising position. His uncontrollable reaction. It turned me on so much I couldn't think clearly. I wanted to chase that feeling. I went out into the living room and saw Jason sitting on the couch, already with the controller in his hand for his video game. He was holding it as best he could to conceal his crotch, but of course unsuccessfully. It looked like he was ready to pop right out of his boxers. When I entered the room he didn't even look over, clearly still embarrassed. But I wanted his attention. I needed it. Mischievously, I started cleaning up around the room. I bent over to grab things off the floor, facing towards him to see if he would try to look down my shirt as it hung loose from my body. I was frustrated to see that he was staying focused on the game. I looked over at the TV and noticed the stand underneath. An idea popped into my head. This would surely get his attention. "Wow look at all that dust in there, I must have missed it last time I cleaned," I said out loud, but to myself. I grabbed my paper towels and I walked over. I got on my knees and started wiping down the surface around the TV. I'm sure I was partially blocking Jason's view, but I had a feeling he didn't mind. I then moved to cleaning the shelf inside the stand. I leaned forward, getting on all fours, so I could get my arm all the way to the back. I heard the game pause, as I stayed there moving my arm back and forth collecting the dust that had accumulated. I could feel the air against the bottom of my ass, wondering how much Jason could see. I shifted back a little bit trying to get his attention, but my shirt must have gotten caught on something. I felt it start to ride up the back, almost in slow motion. I froze. It was at that point that I knew I was now on full display to Jason. There was no doubt he could see my big beautiful ass with my tight slit showing right in between. I paused for a second, unsure what to do next. I unconsciously started to rock side to side, my ass going back and forth just slightly. I moved my arms like I was still cleaning, even though that was the furthest thing from my mind. My curiosity was dying to know if Jason was looking at me. After a few more seconds of fake cleaning, I just had to take a peek. What I saw behind me was so much more than I expected. Because there on the couch was Jason, with the controller at his side and his cock completely out of his boxers. If it's possible, it looked even bigger than I remembered from the bathroom. I was floored. Jason hadn't realized I was watching him, he was clearly mesmerized by the sight in front of him which only added to the fire inside me. I watched as he slowly moved his hand to the base of his cock, gripping it tightly. And I watched as he slid that hand up and back down. Was he masturbating?? I couldn't believe it. The sight was so surreal that a gasp escaped my lips involuntarily. Jason finally broke his gaze and realized that I was looking, stopping his movement. Our eyes met. He waited a second to see what I would do. I was frozen. My eyes flashed down to his crotch and I bit my lip. He began stroking his cock again. Something in my brain just switched. I spread my legs further apart and could feel my lips spread slightly. I felt so exposed, but I was loving it. Taking that as permission, Jason started moving his hand faster up and down. Without even realizing it, my own hand had traveled down my body. I slowly rubbed my aching pussy lips feeling the wetness on my fingers. I moaned loudly this time. Jason caught my eye, his face full of lust. He quickly returned his gaze to my pussy. I spread my lips wide for him, showing him my hole. I was completely out of my mind. My pussy was on fire, begging for me to enter it, to finally give in after all these weeks. With that I slipped my middle finger in. "Ohhhhh goddddd!" I let out. My finger reached deep inside of me, exploring what hadn't been touched in way too long. A pulse of pleasure sent through my body. One finger wasn't going to be enough though. Especially looking at this huge cock being stroked behind me. I inserted another and was starting to hear the sounds of my soaked pussy echoing through the room. "Ooooohhhhh fuckkkkkkk!" Another moan, this one even louder. I sped up my fingers even faster, pushing back on my hand with each thrust. My palm rubbed against my clit, as my fingers worked inside. I don't know what came over me, but as I stared at his cock I yelled out, "Stroke it faster for me Jason!" Jason looked up in surprise at hearing his name, but then grunted in response, going even faster. The squish, squish, squish of my fingers mixed in with the fap, fap, fap of Jason jacking off hard were the only sounds you could hear. I watched his bulging cock, his head becoming larger. I saw how wet with precum it was. I imagined him coming over and just shoving it right into me. Taking me right there in the living room. Pounding me hard from behind. The thought put me right over the edge. The feeling that had been building and building was now too big to control. That warm fire of orgasm sweeping through my entire body. "OH MY FUCKING GOD, YES YES YES!" I screamed, as I came hard for the first time in weeks. All while looking at a cock that didn't belong to my boyfriend. Wave after wave went through my body and I was on a completely different planet. I could tell Jason was also getting close. I continued to pump my fingers into my pussy, riding out this amazing orgasm, trying to hold onto it for as long as possible. Suddenly Jason stopped and the ding from the elevator was heard from the hallway. It barely registered with me, but Jason jumped straight off the couch and went right into his bedroom. I removed my fingers, still in a daze. Not even two seconds later, Daniel opened the door and came in. He stopped dead in his tracks, looking at me completely exposed underneath the TV and out of breath.

Know the rules before you play. by FunKelly My name is Gina, and I am going to tell you the story of the most humiliating, yet exhilarating two hours of my entire life. I am Italian by descent, but was born and raised in America. I have jet black hair, (no surprise) am 5'3" tall, and weigh 110 pounds. I have size "C" breasts and olive skin. The events leading to my multi-emotional exploit, which was also my only nude in public experience, started when I was junior in college. I was living on a shoestring budget, so I rented a small one bedroom, third floor apartment in a building that had been converted into a three unit apartment house. The apartment was tiny. It had a living room, bathroom, small bedroom, and the kitchen was along a wall adjacent to the living room. A few cabinets, sink, stove and refrigerator were the only conveniences. Still, being in a town located near Boston, Massachusetts, where I went to college, I was barely able to pay the rent. In the fall of my junior year, I met a nice young, gay exchange student from Germany. His name was Nathaniel, but most people called him Nate. Like me, he had limited funds, and was living in a homeless shelter. A decision he had made in order to get an education in America. We agreed to get a pull out couch, and he would share the expenses of my 500 square foot, third floor apartment. It wasn't long before I realized, I had sacrificed 100% of my privacy, for enough rent money to stay in my apartment. Nathaniel's father and mother were from Hamburg Germany. His father was a very handsome man from the photos he showed me. His mother was a beautiful black woman from England. Nathaniel took after his mother. He was 5'9" tall, adorable smile, smooth brown skin, with a well toned physique. He kept his afro cut close to the scalp, and had a wonderful English accent. It wasn't hard to tell he was gay, yet he maintained sense of masculinity, which I found attractive. Nathaniel, as I always called him, soon after moving in, would often wear nothing but a tiny pare of men's bikini briefs, as he hung out in our postage stamp sized apartment. It wasn't long before I was wearing nothing but my panties, as we watched movies, cooked dinner together, along with other domestic activities. Before I knew it, I would take my shower, dry off with a towel, then wrap that towel around my head. I then made my morning coffee, with my entire naked body in his view. Things got so comfortable between us, that one day I was naked, with a few glasses of wine in me, and walking into my tiny 8 x 8 sized bedroom, when he said, "Gina! You can masturbate out here if you want". I turned to him, and replied in a stern voice, "Nathaniel! You don't know that's what I was going to do!" He smiled, then said, "Gina. These walls are paper thin". Since I was already naked and had a buzz, I went into my bedroom, retrieved my favorite sex toy, walked back out into our tiny living room, and planted my naked ass on the couch, beside him. I spread my legs wide open and started to play with myself. Once I was moist, I turned to Nathaniel, and said, "Good! I'm glad you don't mind if I masturbate out here!" I then inserted my toy into my slit, and worked my pussy to an orgasm, as he watched, and we talked. It was so surreal, but I have to admit, that having climaxed while Nathaniel watched, made my orgasm that much more intense. Things between Nathaniel and I became so familiar, that once I was sitting totally naked on the couch, while he was stripped down to his signature bikini briefs, when he reached over and ran his fingers, across my pussy lips. I turned to him and asked, "What are you doing?" He replied, "Getting a little rough down there, Gina. You should let me shave your pussy". "NATHANIEL! ARE YOU F#@%ING KIDDING ME?" I shouted. He just gave me this childlike smile, then snickered. I can't believe I responded in the way I did, but I looked at him, laid back on the couch, and said, "The razor and shaving cream are in the bathroom, as I spread my legs apart for my first pubic shaving, not carried out by my own hands. Nathaniel went to the bathroom, then returned to the living room with the razor and shaving cream in hand. "You better not cut me", I said, still spread eagle on the couch. "Relax", he replied, as he positioned himself between my legs. I felt perfectly comfortable, as he smeared the shaving cream on my pussy, then ran the razor across my soon to be hairless mound. We just talked nonchalantly, as he was shaving me, as if we were fully clothed, and watching TV or something. After he finished shaving my pubic hair, he took a damp cloth and cleaned me up. We were both looking at my cleanly shaven pussy, when he said, "Do you want your favorite toy?" I looked up at him, and replied, "Do you mind getting it for me ?" "Not at all", he chuckled, as he returned the shaving cream and razor to the bathroom, retrieved my sex toy from my top drawer, and returned to the couch. I was already massaging my clit, as he sat next to me, when I asked, "Nathaniel. Do you think our relationship is strange?" He sat back and watched my fingers at work, then replied, "It's only strange if we thing it's strange, Gina". Good answer, I thought to myself, as I was going from moist to soaking wet. Needless to say, our relationship did not become so risqué overnight. It developed over time, starting with Nathaniel's habit of sleeping in just his bikini briefs. He rarely used his sheets or blanket, which ended up on the floor next to the pull out couch most nights. Countless times I would go to use the bathroom, or get something from the fridge in the middle of the night, and find him sleeping on his back with no cover other than those tight little underpants. Some nights I would find myself staring at him, wondering how liberating it must feel to possess no modesty whatsoever. On several occasions, I returned to my bedroom and masturbated myself back to sleep. On some mornings, he would shower before me, then enter the living room naked, put on his briefs, then have his coffee before putting on the rest of his clothes. I knew I was the only one who was embarrassed, but made every effort not to show it. I enjoyed his lack of modesty, in combination with his sense of dignity. I had never met anyone like him before. One morning Nathaniel left for class while I was still in the shower. Taking a page from his book, after my shower, I was leaning back against the kitchen counter, wearing nothing but my panties, and drinking my coffee. He suddenly re-entered the apartment, because he had forgotten something. With one hand holding my coffee, and the other resting on the kitchen counter, I froze. My size "C" breasts were on total display. What surprised me most (other than his re-entrance into the apartment) was that he acted as if I was fully clothed. He didn't act a bit differently. He made some small talk about what he had left behind, told me to have a good day, then walked back out the apartment door. During the encounter, I didn't speak a word, but made no attempt to cover my bare breasts. My hand was shaking as I placed my coffee down on the counter top. I ran to my bedroom, and looked at myself in the full length mirror on the back of the door. I became totally aroused as I realized this was the view Nathaniel had, of my almost naked body. I was so happy that I made no attempt to shield my exposed tits. I finally knew how Nathaniel felt, as his casual attitude toward nudity, made him seem comfortable and self-confident, but without appearing arrogant. That's how the uninhibited nudity in our apartment started during our fall semester at college. Nathaniel and I were both home-bodies, mostly because of our lack of finances, rather than by choice. Saturday nights became "Naked Night", where we would get a box of cheap wine, pick a movie, and spend the evening in the nude. That morphed into things like my regular pubic hair shavings. I had become so relaxed in my nakedness with Nathaniel, I would often enter the living room, naked and holding the shaving cream, then ask, "Nathaniel. Are you up to it? You do a much better job than I do". He'd smile, then reply, "Sure". I would sit on the coffee table in our living room, hand him the shaving cream, razor and a damp face towel, then spread my legs open. I made it a point to ask him when he was fully dressed. I got such a rush, sitting in front of him naked, with my legs spread open, while he shaved my pussy. We would talk about everything from our college classes, his home in Hamburg, our bills that were almost due, to our grocery list. My favorite part was when he was finished, he would lean over, kiss my smooth pussy lips, then look up to me, and say, "Your good for another few days to a week, Gina". I would thank him, and return the shaving items to the bathroom. By the spring of the following year, we had seen each other naked, more often than clothed. Since heat rises, our third floor apartment was often stifling, even in the dead of the New England winter. We often went naked, with a couple of windows cracked an inch or two. I had even gone to leaving my bedroom door open when I was masturbating, hoping Nathaniel would come in and sit on the edge of the bed, which he often did. By the time our junior year in college was almost over, Nathaniel told me how he would be going back to Hamburg for the summer. His parents were not wealthy by any means, however they appreciated me housing their son so much, they paid for a round trip ticket for me to visit for two weeks during the summer. One week of my two week stay, his parents would be in England, visiting his mom's relatives, leaving their two bedroom condo to us. Once I was in Hamburg, and Nathaniel's parents were in England for the week, we would often frequent some local pubs that had one admission charge, and all the beer you could drink. After almost nine months of living together near Boston, we were pros at stretching a dollar. That's when Nathaniel said to me, "Gina. There's a local pub where we can actually get paid money, and have free beer". I was immediately skeptical, but decided to take the short walk, and see for myself. That's when I learned you need to "Know The Rules Before You Play". Know the rules before you play. Part 2 It was barely 11:00 in the morning, but I trusted Nathaniel, and walked with him to the pub. When we arrived, the pub was closed, so Nathaniel had me follow him to the back of the small establishment. We entered the back door to an enthusiastic greeting from a man inside. Nathaniel hugged the man, and they both exchanged greetings in German. The man then looked at me, and asked, "Who's this, Nate?" in English, but with a heavy German accent. Nathaniel introduced me to the man, (in English), who was the owner of the pub. His name was Leon. Leon, who was in his late thirties, smiled at me, then said, "Come. Have a beer", as he walked us from the back room of the pub, out to the front. Most of the lights were all still off in the pub, but the recess lighting was enough to get a relatively good look at the place. Nathaniel and Leon talked in German for a moments. Nathaniel then turned to me, and said, "Gina. They have no contestants lined up for tonight's "Wheel of Misfortune" contest. "What's that?", I asked, with a large dose of trepidation in my voice. Leon turned up the lights on the stage, as Nathaniel walked me up to it. There was a big roulette wheel, separated into seven sections, in the center of the stage. Two 3' x 3' pedestals were on either side, that stood about two feet high. The wheel had images of three kings and three queens, like from a deck of cards, but much larger. The seventh section has something written in German, which of course, I could not read. Nathaniel. What is this?", I asked, feeling a bit anxious. He explained that there was one male and one female contestant. Each would stand on a pedestal, as a game host (Leon) would spin the wheel. Each contestant would start out with five (so called) articles of clothing, Shoes counted as one article. Leon would spin the wheel. If it stopped on King, the female had to remove an article of clothing. If it ended up on a queen, the man had to remove something. Of course I asked, looking at the section with German writing on it, "What about that one? What does that say ?" Nathaniel replied, "That says "Audience Choice", which is like a tie-breaker, that is rarely ever used". He looked at me , and said, "Gina. The winner gets 200 euros, which is $242.00 American dollars. If we play, one of us will win that money, and we can split it". I looked out over the customer seating area, then counted the bar stools. The pub capacity was about 100 people, maybe a little more. It was entirely possible that I could end up totally naked, standing up here on a pedestal, in front of all of them. I was about to tell Nathaniel, "No way! I won't do it!", when Leon called out, "Come get your beers, you two", in English, again with his heavy German accent. I found it endearing that he was speaking what English he knew, in order to make me feel comfortable. Nathaniel and I made our way to bar, sat on our stools, then started to sip our beers. I looked at him, then back up to the stage. I had this feeling that he really wanted us to do this, and not so much for the money, although it would come in handy. I started feeling guilty that I might be depriving him of some fantasy he may be harboring. I finished my beer, then slid the empty mug toward Leon. I started to have a change of mind. After all, what could happen? First Off: I might not lose the game at all, and Nathaniel's yummy physique would be on display, naked for all to see. I had a feeling he wouldn't mind that at all. Second: Even if I did lose, so what? I didn't know anyone who would be there. Big deal. So I end up naked on a stage in a small pub in Hamburg, Germany, for a few minutes. Third: It might actually be fun. As Leon was sliding my second beer across the bar, I asked, "What time does the game start?" He replied, 9:00 pm. I turned to Nathaniel, and said, "After this beer, I want to go back to your parents house and take a nap. After all, If we're going to compete against each other for our clothing in public, I want to have my wits about me". Nathaniel and Leon both smiled, but neither uttered a word, most likely afraid I would change my mind. I finished my second beer, looked at Leon, and asked, "What time should we be here?" He replied, "8:30 will be fine", again in English, but with his heavy German accent. Nathaniel and I walked out the back door, then headed down the alley "Where are we going?", I asked, still a bit apprehensive about my decision the play strip roulette on stage at Leon's pub, in front a live crowd no less. "This alley leads to my parents house. It's the same distance as the street, just in the rear", he replied. On the walk back to his parent's place, I was thinking about how embarrassing it could be to be stripped down to just my bra and panties, not to mention completely nude, in public place. Nathaniel, on the other hand, was blurting out ideas of things we could do, and places we could visit with our new found wealth. Our attitudes towards the public strip game, could not have been more different. We arrived back at the house, and I went to lye down in Nathaniel's parent's room. They were was kind enough to let me use it while they were away. I was being overcome with trepidation, thinking about having to possibly surrender all of my clothes on the stage, in front of the crowd. Standing on that pedestal, I would be able to be clearly seen by everyone there, no matter what state of dress I was in. I had to do something to relax myself, or I would be a basket case by game time. I stripped naked, laid a towel on the floor of the bedroom I was using, then called Nathaniel to the door. When he arrived, I held out my travel size can of shaving cream, and said, "Just in case?" He took the can, looked down at my naked body, smiled and replied, "Just in case". I laid out on the towel, spread my legs open so the bottoms of my feet were touching, and watched Nathaniel, as he ran his fingers through my pubic hair. "Someone hasn't been keeping up with her grooming, since I've been gone". I looked up at him, and replied, "What's the point? It's no fun if you're not there to shave me, so I just trim the sides when I shave my legs". He leaned over, gave me a peck on the lips, something he had never done before, and quietly said, "I'll need to start with scissors. Be right back". I sighed, then replied, "I'll be right here", as we both giggled a bit. I was already starting to relax as I laid there, holding my position, waiting for him to return. Nathaniel returned after only a few seconds, knelt next to me, then carefully started clipping my pubic hair. Knowing it would take some time, I asked, "What do you want to do today. I need a distraction to pass the time". He stopped clipping for a moment, looked at me with his boyish grin, and said, "This is fun". I responded by saying, "I could lay here like this all day, as long as you're here. I miss hanging out with you". "Me too", he replied, in a somewhat sadder tone. He put down the scissors, picked up the shaving cream, smiled and said, "Step two", as he applied to cool cream to my pussy. All I could think about was how glad I was Nathaniel was dressed and I wasn't. Don't get me wrong, I love seeing him in his little briefs or nude, but there's an sense of vulnerability that can only come when you're the only one naked. I inadvertently let out a moan, as the cold razor went across my mound. Nathaniel was gentlemanly in his silence concerning my little faux pas. As was his tradition, Nathaniel wiped my pussy with a damp cloth, then leaned over and kissed the smooth skin of my pussy lips. He sat back up, and said, "All done". I made no attempt to close my legs. I was now completely relaxed, and wanted to remain that way. I knew for a while now, that he man-scaped, and kept his area perfectly clear of all hair. Now no matter which one of us lost tonight's strip game, the audience was going to have an unobstructed view of our genitals. Nathaniel helped me to my feet, and we decided to take a walk to the local park. Since it was early afternoon in the middle of the week, the park wouldn't be to crowded. I got dressed and we set out for the beautifully manicured grounds, next to the river. On our way to the park, we came across someone Nathaniel knew, and stopped for just a moment. The man was standing outside what appeared to be a pub, smoking a cigarette. The two talked in German for a few seconds, then we continued on our way. "Who was that?", I asked. Nathaniel casually replied, "That was Phillip, and that's his strip club". "That was a strip club ?", I asked. "I've never been to a strip club", I admitted. Nathaniel stopped dead in his tracks, look at me, and asked, "Want to go in? We can order a soda and sit away from the stage". He saw I was hesitating, so took my hand and led me back towards the club, saying, "You may as well have your first visit to a strip club here in Hamburg". We entered the dimly lit club, and took a seat away from the stage, where apparently the girls would strip, dance, and collect euros. There were about twenty men sitting at the tables around the club, and four up by the stage. Only one girl was on the stage. She was kneeling, totally naked, in front of one of the four men. She had her legs spread open, and was leaning back on the palms of her hands. She actually appeared to be just having a conversation with the man. She leaned forward, pulled his head between her boobs, then started shaking them. He gave her some money, then she stood up and walked across the stage, shaking her hips in a little dance. She took a similar position in front of another man, and stayed there for a couple minutes. Those not sitting at the stage, would walk up, give her a nod, then drop money in a bucket, before exiting the club. It was quiet and dark, with the background music having been set low. Nothing like I expected. Nathaniel went to the bar and returned with two cokes. I was glad he was only gone for less than a minute, since I was the only female in the place, other than the stripper. After visiting the four men at the stage, she walked down the stairs to the floor, then walked around greeting those at the tables. No one gave her any money, apparently you're supposed to put you tips in the bucket, as you leave. I was fascinated as I watched her walking around from table to table, wearing absolutely nothing, Not even shoes. She kept her hands at her sides or on her hips, as her pussy was at eye level to those sitting at the tables. She was more relaxed than I was, and I was fully dressed! She headed our way, so I became incredibly anxious. She greeted us in German, wearing nothing but a smile. I smiled back, then took a sip of my coke, as Nathaniel talked with her for a minute. She left our table, and returned to the stage. Two other men had made their way from their tables, to seats at the stage. I was amazed at how at ease she was. You would have thought we wear all naked, and she was fully clothed. I'd never seen anything like it. She rang a bell on the stage, danced for a bit, then took a position in front of one of the newcomers at the edge of the stage. Nathaniel told me she had let him know her replacement was out that day, so she would be the only stripper for two hours. "Two Hours?', I thought to myself. "She was going to be naked in front of those already there, and any who came in afterwards, for Two whole Hours!" I couldn't imagine what that would be like. We finished out cokes, then I walked up to the stage to put some money in the bucket. The woman walked over to me, smiled, and said, "Sit", as she knelt down in front of an empty chair. I awkwardly shook my head, "No", but she said, in a heavy accent, "Please, sit". I couldn't believe I was doing it, but I sat in the chair in front of her. She spread her legs wide open, leaned back on the palms of her hands, and said, "You American?" Unable to pry my eyes from the thin strip of pubic hair that went from the top of her open slit, to about two inches up, I replied, "Yes". Nathaniel stayed in the background, as the woman, who must have known how uncomfortable I was, asked, "You fill in for me?" I looked up at her in disbelief, shaking my head, "NO!" She just smiled, and said, "O.k. Enjoy your stay in Hamburg", then stood up, and walked around the stage. My heart was pounding as I got up and walked to the door. Nathaniel obviously got a kick out of watching my encounter, as we left the strip club, and headed to the park. Know the rules before you play. Part 3 Although the beautifully maintained lawns and gardens of the park were a welcome distraction, I was unable to get that stripper off my mind. I didn't even know her name. Her casual attitude about her own public nudity, was positively captivating. I couldn't escape the images of the nonchalant expressions on her face, as she conversed with all those in the club, while totally naked. I wished I had possessed that kind of courage and fortitude, especially in light of the fact, that I was going to play a roulette stripping game, on the stage of Leon's pub, in front of an audience in a few hours. Nathaniel noticed my mind was somewhere else, so interrupted by saying, "Penny for your thoughts, Gina?" I turned to him, and blurted out, "If I lose tonight, promise me you'll signal me not to cover up. I don't want to look like some sort of "Pathetic Idiot", in front of all those people. I want to be more like that stripper at the club!" Nathaniel was obviously taken back by my request. He then replied, "I promise, Gina. Now try to relax. It will be fine". We continued to stroll through the park, and stopped for some lunch at a riverside café. Nathaniel did his best to divert my attention, but the upcoming public strip game, along with the recollection of how that stripper was defiant against all that is socially acceptable, consumed my thoughts. The time until the roulette wheel strip game seemed to be closing in, yet a year away. I was torn between the anticipation of the event, and the dread of it's outcome. Relatively sure we would have additional spending money by the end of the day, Nathaniel walked me around to some locations I might enjoy seeing. Never the types to count our chickens before they hatched, we walked passed them, he told me what to expect, but we did not spend a dime. It was now late afternoon, on that fateful Tuesday, so we decided to head back to Nathaniel's parents home. Just a few blocks away, we were passing "Phillip's Strip Club" again, when I stopped in my tracks. "I feel like having a drink", I said to Nathaniel, with a tone that left no doubt, we were going in to have a drink. Always the gentleman, Nathaniel opened the door for me, and we entered the club. We had been gone for over three hours, and a new girl was up on stage. I looked towards the bar and "there she was", the stripper we met earlier, still completely naked and sitting on a bar stool. She caught a glimpse of us, then walked over, gave me a hug, and said in her heavy German accent, "You change your mind ? You dance, Yes?" Still naked as the day she was born, she seemed to be oblivious to her circumstances. Seeing my expression, she realized I was not there to strip. Although I was happy she was still in the club because she inspired me, I was there for some liquid courage, for our upcoming public event. It was 5:30 pm, so Nathaniel and I felt a beer would be best, since we had three hours remaining before we were to report to Leon's, for the game. The woman held out her hand to me, and said, "Hello. I'm Abagail". I took her hand, and replied, "Gina", positive my expression of admiration, was coming through. This woman looked like a country girl. With not a sign of cosmetic enhancements anywhere on her body, she was au' natural, and her attitude reflected it. The club had at least twenty five more men at the bar and tables than earlier, and an additional four men sitting at the stage, waiting for the current stripper to make her way around to them. With now more than fifty patrons in the club, my new friend, Abagail, led Nathaniel and I to three empty bar stools. She took the stool in the middle. I couldn't help it, but I knew I was ogling Abagail's naked body. She must have noticed me staring, because she then turned to Nathaniel, and said something in German. Nathaniel looked passed Abagail towards me, and said, "She asked if you were wondering why she was still naked, since another stripper was up on the stage". She turned to me, so I just shook me head, "Yes". Abagail spun her bar stool around, with her legs spread open, revealing her natural size "C" breasts, and well trimmed pussy to anyone who wanted a glimpse, and replied in German, "Almost everyone here has seen me naked, countless times. Why should I get dressed, just because my shift is over ?" Nathaniel told me what she had said. I took a big swig of my beer, wishing I had an attitude toward public nudity that she had. Nathaniel and I finished our beers, bid farewell to our new friend, Abagail, then started back to his parent's home. The entire time we were walking the four blocks back, my thoughts were again consumed with how Abagail was so confident, while she was totally naked in front of so may people. She was rapidly becoming my hero. We got back to the house with about two and a half hours left before we needed to head to Leon's for our game. It seemed such a long time until we had to leave, I decided to lay out my matching bra and panty sets, to see which one I should wear. I had packed four sets for my trip, never imagining I would be trying to decide which color to wear for a roulette wheel strip game, that was about to take place on a stage in a public bar, in front of a live audience. I laid out all four sets on Nathaniel's parents bed. The matching bra and panty sets were pale blue, pastel pink, lime green and yellow. I took a shower and dried off, including my hair, then stood naked in front of the mirror in Nathaniel's parent's bedroom. I brushed my hair out, then put it up in a pony tail. I then walked out to the living room, and asked Nathaniel to come help me pick out the right color for the game. He followed me into his parent's bedroom, looked down at the four bra and panty sets laid out on the bed, and said, "Pick anyone of them and follow me". I picked up the first set in the order, pale blue, then followed Nathaniel into the living room. He told me to put on the bra and panties, then stand on the sturdy coffee table in the center of the room. I did as requested, knowing he was trying to simulate the conditions on stage, for out upcoming public strip game. The room had a high ceiling, so I was able to stand straight up with plenty of room to spare. I stood there, wearing just my bra and panties, with my hands on my hips, and said, "Now what?" Nathaniel had already stripped down to his briefs, waiting his turn for the shower. He looked so good, as he began to explain how the game would play out, along with providing me with some helpful hints. That's when I found out he had played the game once before, but the woman was a member of the audience, not someone he knew. He told me we had to sign a waver, stating that we would play the game to it's conclusion. I was a bit alarmed by this, but Nathaniel explained that a woman volunteered about a year ago. After loosing her footwear and shirt, still wearing her bra, panties and shorts, she panicked. She grabbed the lost articles and ran into the back room of the pub, where she put them back on, and ran out the back door. Leon held the game on Tuesdays, because it was his slowest night of the week. The weekly game had a cover charge that included all the draft beer you could drink, as long as you behaved yourself. The game had allowed Leon to make Tuesdays a bit more profitable. When the woman ran off the stage, the crowd left and it took him months the get that business back. Now when you surrender an article of clothing, you must place it in a basket, that is raised up ten feet, by a rope. Each contestant has their own basket. The basket is lowered for the next piece of lost clothing, then raised back up. It's actually ingenious. No one's going to run out of the bar half naked. After hearing Nathaniel's explanation, I would have no problem with signing the waver. After all. A commitment is a commitment. Right? Know the rules before you play. Part 4 Nathaniel looked up at me, and said, "Now Gina. Take off your bra, while imagining you're on stage at the pub". I reached behind my back, unclasped my bra and let the straps slide off my shoulders, then held it out towards him. He said, "Gina. You have to walk it over and place it in the basket. Use that chair (as he pointed) as the basket". Feeling a bit ridiculous, I stepped off the coffee table, walked the six feet to the chair, placed my bra on the seat cushion, then returned to my place on the coffee table. Nathaniel turned on some loud music, leaving me standing there in just my panties. After about three minutes, I complained, "Nathaniel! What's next?", yelling over the loud music. He turned the music down, then said, "Gina. There are a maximum of nine spins of the wheel until one of us ends up naked. Although I've never seen it happen, technically one of us could end up naked with only five spins of the wheel". "Leon will prolong the game for the benefit of his customers, while narrating the event in his usual humorous way. He will take several breaks from the action to egg on the crowd, leaving us standing there in whatever state of dress we are in. Say you were to lose everything but your panties. You could end up standing there like that, for five minutes or more, until he spins the wheel again", Nathaniel continued, as he turned the music back up. Tryin hard to visualize a hundred people staring at me, I decided to practice keeping my hands at my sides, or on my hips or better yet, my butt cheeks. Anywhere was better than using them to cover up my bare breasts. Standing there, wearing just my panties, while the music was blaring, made it seem like time was standing still. Nathaniel went into the kitchen, then returned holding a glass of beer. It seemed everyone in Germany had beer on hand. He held up the beer and started chanting, "Take them off! Take them off!" I started to laugh, as he looked so silly, yet so cute. He pointed to my panties, indicating it was time to remove them. He then yelled out over the music, "Gina! It's like pulling off a Band-Aid! Do it fast!" Keeping in the spirit of the moment, I quickly removed my panties, stepped off the coffee table and placed them next to my bra, on the chair. The music was so loud, I could barely hear him say, "Now back to your pedestal". I made my way back to the coffee table, stepped up on it, then turned around, focusing on my hand placement. I found if I placed my hands on my outer butt cheeks, and slid my pinky fingers under the leg openings of my panties, it was like having an imaginary set of handcuffs. I know it sounds weird, but it helped remind me not to use my hands to cover either my tits or my pussy. I may be publicly humiliated tonight, but shielding my naked body would only make it worse. With the music still blaring and Nathaniel still cheering me on, I repeated the process, using my three remaining bra and panty sets. This was a welcome distraction until it was time for us to get ready to go. After I completed my "Orientation into the "World of Public Strip Games", we both decided 'Yellow" was the best color for the event. Nathaniel took a shower, while I chose the rest of my wardrobe for the evening. I chose my solid navy blue skirt, that came down to the middle of thighs, a red T-shirt and sandals. I chose the skirt and top because their solid dark colors would prevent my yellow bra and panties from being seen through the fabric. If they were going to end up on display for the audience, I didn't want to give a preview. Nathaniel returned to the living room, wearing his signature white bikini briefs, (which only I would know about for now) tan cargo shorts, a green plaid button up shirt, matching tan vest and sandals. We looked pretty good, if I do say so myself. It was finally time to start the fifteen minute walk to Leon's pub. When we arrived and entered the pub at 8:30, there were about fifty to sixty people there. Most were drinking beer and minding their own business. Nathaniel and I made out way to the bar, where Leon was standing, with two waivers laid out before him. Nathaniel signed his without even looking at it. I signed next. The waivers were written in German, so I couldn't read it anyway. Once committed, we decided to have a beer to calm the nerves. "This will be a piece cake", I thought to myself", as I looked around. That was until I watched the crowd numbers double, in less that ten minutes. By the time 9:00 arrived, and Nathaniel and I were on our pedestals, the customer count was at the establishment limit of two hundred people. I realized how badly I had miscalculated. I had counted chairs and barstools, never taking into consideration, many of the customers would be standing. I was still fully clothed, but could feel the burning of my skin, brought on by embarrassment From the audience perspective, Nathaniel was on the left, I was on the right, and Leon and the roulette wheel were in the center of the stage. Leon picked up a microphone and started talking in German, as he pointed to a large monitor, positioned slightly to my left. His words were coming across the monitor in English. He was welcoming the crowd to "Leon's Weekly "WHEEL OF MISFORTUNE" Game. The place erupted with the cheers of the crowd. He then introduced Nathaniel, to a large applause from the audience. Next he introduced me, to a much larger applause. I watched as the crowd was hooting and hollering, as they waited in anticipation of the start of the game. I started using the monitor as a diversion, when I felt overwhelmed. Leon explained the rules, then announced the time had come for the opening spin of the wheel, to kick off the game. He spun the wheel to the roar of the crowd. As the wheel slowed down, the Tick-Tick-Tick of the pegs, as they passed the stop at the top of the wheel, made the suspense excruciating. The wheel stopped on a Queen, as the whistles and cheers were elevated. At first I thought I had lost, until Leon said, "Nathaniel! Please surrender an article of clothing. I watched as his basket was lowered from above, Ever the showman, Nathaniel hopped off the pedestal, then kick off his sandals, so he was able to grab them in mid-air. "What a 'Show Off', I thought to myself. He then waved to the cheering crowd, as he jumped back up on his pedestal. Leon playfully said, "I think we have an acrobat in the house! What do you think ladies?", as the women cheered him on. I was now observing the crowd as Leon continued to speak, so I never knew what he said. He just spun the wheel for a second time. The cheers and whistles seem constant, as the wheel slowed down, then stopped on a King. "Gina! Please surrender an article of clothing", Lean called out. Averse to being a copycat, yet not to be outdone, I slowly removed my sandals, meekly stepped off the pedestal, and made my way to the lowering basket. Once the basket stopped, I held my sandals above it, turned to the audience, gave them my best 'Pouty Face', as I dropped the sandals in the basket. The applause was deafening, and came from both men and women. I looked up to Nathaniel, as he gave me a, "That a Girl" wink, and returned to my pedestal. By this time I figured it really didn't matter what Leon was saying, and found myself mesmerized by the cheering crowd. Leon spun the wheel for the third time. To my horror, it came up Kings again. I now faced a crucial decision. I know most women would have removed their T-shirt next, but mine was tucked in my skirt, and only I knew it came down passed my crotch. You would have thought Germany had won the "World Cup" based on the applause from the crowd in the pub, as I unzipped the back of my skirt, and let it fall to the floor around my ankles. I casually stepped out of it, picked up the skirt and neatly folded it, then made my way to deposit it in the lowered basket. Knowing I had only surrendered about six inches of bare thigh, I watched as the basket was then again raised up, about five feet above me. I waved to the crowd, in appreciation for the applause, and returned to my pedestal. Naked from the bottom of my feet, right up to about two inches below the gap between my thighs, I knew my yellow panties must have been noticed by some in the audience, as I stepped back up on the raised platform. I turned around, once again facing the crowd, with an expression that must have epitomized my true inner feelings. "I am utterly embarrassed, and I can't believe I'm doing this", while clasping my hands behind my back, and smiling at the audience. Leon paraded around the stage, giving his usual amusing and humorous anecdotes about my decision to surrender my skirt, rather than my shirt. I was becoming fidgety, standing on my pedestal, as I was watching both men and women cheering me on. All of a sudden, I could hear the "'Tell Tale" clicking of the roulette wheel, as I was hoping I would not lose the next round. A Queen came up! Nathaniel removed his vest, placed it in his basket, then returned to his pedestal, with little fanfare. Nathaniel and I were both down to three articles of clothing, when it finally hit me. I could end up naked up here! WTF ? So consumed with my immediate situation, I was unaware that Leon was about to spin the wheel for the fifth time. I heard the ominous sound of the clicking of the wheel, as I turned towards the wheel, watching it slow down. Click-Click-Click was the last sound I heard, before Leon call out, "It's a King! Gina! Please surrender an article of clothing!" The roar of the crowd was reverberating, as I realized I had no choice but to remove my T-shirt, and place it in the basket, leaving me with nothing but my bra and panties for cover. I remembered what Nathaniel had said earlier. "Gina! It's like pulling off a Band-Aid. Do it fast". I took a deep breath, ripped off my T-shirt, to the pleasure of the audience, then took it to the basket, and dropped it in. I then turned towards the crowd, wearing nothing but my bra and panties, blew them a few kisses, before I returned to my pedestal. I put my hands on my outer butt cheeks, tucking my pinky fingers inside the leg opening of my panties, as I had practiced earlier. It seemed like forever before Leon would spin the wheel again. He kept walking around me, while speaking to the audience through his microphone. When I turned to the monitor, my heart skipped a few beats. I realized Leon was describing my bra and panties, as if he was the announcer of a "Victoria Secrets Event", and I was the model on the runway. The audience was laughing, cheering, hollering, whistling and clapping, so I decided to do the same. I stood on my pedestal, and clapped my hands together, as Leon continued his commentary, concerning my bra and panties. I kept looking at him, yet maintaining my "I Can't Believe I'm Doing This", smile. He finally returned to center stage, and spun the wheel for the sixth time.

Kaitlyn’s Torture by PollyPan [PART 1] Kaitlyn was a short, nerdy girl. To most people she was even the stereotypical nerdy girl. Her size paled in comparison to others who were her age, only reaching to 5’1, and she didn’t even make up for it with her other assets either. Her breasts were still underdeveloped compared to the other girls around her, and her general looks weren’t anything to look at twice. Her short blonde hair came down just to her shoulders, parted so that her black trimmed glasses weren’t covered. To some she may have been considered “cute”, but the boys in her class would never lust over her like they did some of the more obviously attractive girls. Girls like Jenny, or Sarah, for example. Kaitlyn sat at her desk with her head resting on her hands, staring forward at the two gorgeous girls who were engaged in conversation, probably about something only more popular and pretty girls got to talk about. She wanted to be like them so badly. Both were exceedingly beautiful and had no problem getting the attention of all the cute boys in their class. She didn’t even much want the attention from boys in all honesty. All she wanted was for people to not make fun of her or make her feel beneath them. Her eyes kept darting back and forth between them as they spoke. Jenny, with her long, flowing red hair, and freckles that made her equally cute and sexy to most; and Sarah with her black curls and angelic figure that made guys crazy. Both Jenny and Sarah were much taller than Kaitlyn, at a modest 5’11-6’0. To Kaitlyn they appeared like giants. Yet she envied them still and would give anything to be like them, or even be liked by them. Kaitlyn was so caught up in her daydreams that she didn’t actually notice when the two had stopped talking upon noticing her staring at them and had now walked towards her desk. She was soon snapped out of it as they immediately began to taunt her. “Awww, was little Kaitlyn napping?” mocked Sarah, grinning evily and tilting her head condescendingly as she glared at Kaitlyn. “God, just look at you. You’re pathetic, I can’t believe you’re our age!” Jenny laughed, enjoying herself as the two ganged up on the small, defenseless nerd. Luckily for Kaitlyn, most of the class was distracted with their own conversations and business during their study break to notice the two girls attempting to humiliate her. She wished the two of them would just leave her alone, she had done nothing to them except exist. “Haha... good one guys...” she replied sheepishly. Maybe if she agreed with them, or pretended they were funny, they’d leave her alone. “Did you hear that Jen? She agrees she shouldn’t be here!” Sarah laughed, her menacing grin getting larger as she looked to Jenny for approval. “Well good for her! The little baby knows her place at least,” Jenny mocked, as she squeezed Kaitlyn’s cheeks between her fingers like she were a baby. “Plls lt g oh m,” was all Kaitlyn could get out with her lips trapped in Jenny’s grasp. “Aww, I think she’s saying she likes when you do that!” Sarah laughed. Whilst Kaitlyn’s tormentors did just that, she wasn’t aware that she was actually being distracted so that the third member of Jenny and Sarah’s terrible trio, Rachel, could silently take Kaitlyn’s bag from under her desk. Rachel, who was in a different class to the others but was still nonetheless just as horrid, slowly left back through the door she came through after retrieving her prize, giving a quick wink to the two girls as she left. Rachel was the smaller of the three at 5’8, but compared to Kaitlyn that was a large step up. She was a brunette with just over shoulder length hair, and had the most amazing eyes you’d ever see. They seemed to shine even in the darkness, and just one look into them would cause you to melt. The issue was that most of the boys never even noticed them, as their eyes were fixed on two even more precious beauties that lay just below. Only a lucky few guys had seen them bare, but the stories they’d told were enough for the others to desperately crave a peek at the girl’s breasts. “Okay little baby, listen up good now,” Jenny started as she relaxed her grasp on poor Kaitlyn’s mouth, “if you want your precious bag back you’d best come to the girl’s bathroom on the second floor after school. You know the one. Oh and if you think of telling anyone about this then it’ll be worse for you, is that clear?” she glared at Kaitlyn as she spoke, trying her best to intimidate the life out of her. Kaitlyn, in a state of panic now, desperately reached for her bag only to find it was already gone... She looked back up at Jenny and Sarah, who were towering over her and smirking, and simply responded, “I’ll be there...” gulping largely as she finished speaking... [PART 2] The rest of the school day went by pretty quickly, much to Kaitlyn’s dismay. Luckily she hadn’t needed much of the contents of her bag in her classes, but she was annoyed at the loss of her phone and lunch which she’d kept in there. She was more worried about what the two girls, really three but she wasn’t yet aware of Rachel’s involvement, had in store for her. She was even tempted to ignore their warning and not show up, but she feared what they might do to her instead even more. The girl’s bathroom on the second floor was not the sort of place Kaitlyn wanted to go to, let alone be forced to go to. It had a reputation for being where the worst sorts of inappropriate activities in the school happened. Kaitlyn had heard a rumour that someone had actually been expelled for doing certain things in there, but she wasn’t quite sure of the specifics or legitimacy. As almost everyone else around her was leaving the building to enjoy their evenings off, Kaitlyn slowly walked up the stairs towards her expected torment. She began to feel sick to her stomach thinking about what the girls had in store for her. Maybe they’d just give her back her bag and let her go. Oh how she hoped that was all. She was so caught up thinking about what was in store for her that she didn’t notice Rachel slowly lurking behind her and making sure she followed their instructions. Quickly taking a final glance left and right before submitting to her fate, Kaitlyn opened the door to the bathroom and stepped inside. Immediately, she was surprised to find more than just Jenny and Sarah waiting for her in there. The two of them were sat on the counter were the sinks were, but they were joined by two other girls who Kaitlyn didn’t recognise. They were both pretty intimidating looking. Then again, most people were to Kaitlyn. A scared look formed in her eye as she realised she likely wasn’t going to be given her bag back right away. “Looks like the little baby made it,” sneered Jenny as Kaitlyn slowly walked towards them. “Y-yeah. I came.. can I have my bag back now, Jenny?” Kaitlyn asked, shaking a little bit. “Aww, ain’t she cute!” one of the other girls said teasingly. “Maybe if you ask again nicely, little one,” Sarah chimed in. “Uh.. please may I have my bag back?” Kaitlyn embarrassingly asked. “Haha, if you’re a good girl and behave for us then maybe we’ll let you have it back,” laughed Jenny as she slowly hopped down from the sinks and towered over Kaitlyn. “You gonna behave, little baby?” Asked one of the other girls, looking towards her menacingly. Kaitlyn began to tremble as she now realised the situation she was in, she quickly decided that her bag wasn’t worth it, she’d just replace it, and so she ran towards the door to flee. However, as she tried to open it she realised it was locked. She hadn’t noticed Rachel earlier, but now she was definitely noticing what Rachel had done. As soon as Kaitlyn had entered the bathroom she had sealed her fate as the tormentee of the girls, as Rachel had locked the door. She’d be missing out on the group’s fun but she’d been assured by the others that she’d see the results of their work in time. “Ooh, that doesn’t look like you’re behaving, bitch!” The smaller of the two other girls shouted as Kaitlyn began to shake more upon realising she was trapped at their mercy. Kaitlyn was about to say something when the same girl slapped her across the face. She wasn’t ready for such a sudden, sharp jolt of pain and so she quickly lost function of her legs and fell to the floor. “Aww, baby doesn’t even know how to walk anymore, how pathetic!” Jenny laughed, her mind racing with evil thoughts now that they had their victim trapped. “Ready to behave yet?” Sarah asked, laughing hysterically at the little girl on the floor. Kaitlyn was close to tears now, but she wouldn’t let them have the privilege of seeing her cry yet. She wanted to at least keep up some appearance of strength. Ironic from her current position. “Y-yes,” she meekly got out, as she slowly stood back up. “Okay, baby, be a good girl and give us your top,” Jenny demanded. “M-my top?” Kaitlyn couldn’t believe it, they wanted her clothes? Were they going to ask for more? What if they made her get fully naked. Her head started filling with horrible thoughts of what they might do to her but she then began to realise it was too late. “Oh, hurry up baby! We’ll take it from you if you don’t go fast enough!” One of the other girls shouted. Kaitlyn gave in and slowly slid her hands to her sides and began lifting, as she reached around the height of her bra she began to stop again, realising she wasn’t ready for them to see her underdeveloped chest. “Oh, you are a god damn baby!” The other girl moaned as she walked closer to Kaitlyn and grabbed her top herself and hoisted it over her head. “There we go, now the little baby is topless!” It was true, Kaitlyn was now stood with her chest bared, except for her bra - which covered what very little development she had. She quickly held her hands above her breasts in a feeble attempt to cover what she didn’t even have. “Awww, she really is a baby hahaha! Look at those tiny titties!” Jenny laughed. This was too rich, the little naked girl, who was the same age as these 2 beauties, didn’t even have any breasts! “Damn, you sure she’s our age? She looks so young!” laughed one of the other girls. Kaitlyn became even more flushed with embarrassment as the girls made fun of her small breasts. “Okay, little baby. You did what we asked...barely.” Jenny started, “but if you don’t lower your hands right now we’ll strip you fully naked immediately!” She shouted. Kaitlyn immediately lowered her to her sides. She definitely didn’t want them to see any more of her, she’d die if she ended up naked and trapped with these four horrid girls. “That’s a good girl” Sarah smirked, looking to Jenny and nodding as she did the same back. They both knew what they had in store for the poor girl, and they had no mercy to give her for sure. Jenny pulled her phone out and took a picture of the poor girl with her exposed bra. Then another. And another, making sure to capture her from a few different angles. “No! Please don’t take pictures of me!” Cried Kaitlyn. She was fine with the four girls seeing her like this, but the thought of who else might see her scared her immensely. “Now now, Kaitlyn. Another outburst like that and it’ll be a time out for you,” Sarah teased. “Besides, if you behave yourself then maybe nobody will see these, just think of them as your reason to keep behaving, little baby!” As Kaitlyn stood there shaking, Jenny reached into her own bag and pulled out a baby’s bottle that looked to be full of milk. She walked back over to Kaitlyn with it and held it in front of her. “Now, little Kaitlyn. You’re going to be a good girl and say ‘I’m a little baby who needs my bottle’ and then drink it all. Think you can do that?” She asked, treating her like a child. Kaitlyn wanted to refuse for a second, but then remembered there was no point. She was now completely at the mercy of these four girls and they had no intention of going easy on here. “Yes, Jenny..” she spoke, nearly crying. [PART 3] As Kaitlyn took the bottle from Jenny she looked down at it slowly. Would she really have to drink all of this? The bottle was pretty full, but luckily due to her lack of lunch her stomach was quite empty. Nevermind drinking the milk, would she really have to say what Jenny had demanded? Where was this all going, why were they doing this to her? She just wanted to curl up into a ball and die. As Kaitlyn took the bottle off of her, Jenny pulled her phone back out and began to record her trapped girl's task. "Come on now, drink up quick and don't spill any! And don't forget the magic words!" she laughed, pointing the camera towards Kaitlyn's miserable looking face. She would occasionally pan back down to capture the girl's bare chest and bra, just to make sure everyone who saw this knew what sort of state the poor girl was in. Kaitlyn did as she was instructed and nervously began to stutter, "I'm...I'm a little... little baby.. who needs my bottle.." before beginning to suck on the top of the bottle in order to drink from it. The milk began to flow into her mouth slowly, adding more torture to her tasks as she couldn't even get it over with quickly. She quickly realised that not only was the milk not cold, it might not even have been fresh. It was warm, and had a fowl taste that made trying to down the entire bottle even worse. She began to smell it as she tasted it too, causing her to feel nauseous as she got about halfway through. The four girls just laughed at her as she drank and Jenny recorded every second. They'd half expected the poor girl to resist more, but she was obeying their instructions easily, and so the rest of their plan should follow easily they thought. As Kaitlyn finally finished drinking, after what felt like an eternity, an outline of milk surrounded her lips and she let out a fairly loud burp - much to her embarrassment. Her stomach wasn't happy with her, and neither were her tormentors. "Eww, looks like our little baby didn't get taught any manners!" mocked one of the other girls. "You know what happens to naughty babies who misbehave, don't you now?" asked Sarah, trying to hold back from bursting into laughter so that she could scare Kaitlyn more. She hopped back onto the sink and glared towards her, "Get that skirt off and come lay over my lap, this instant!" she demanded. Surely she couldn't be serious, Kaitlyn thought. They had forced her into a position that made her burp, but now they wanted to punish her for it too? She couldn't possibly remove any more of her clothing for them, she wouldn't! What would they do if she didn't though? Hurt her? Take more pictures? Worse? Her hands trembling at her sides, she slowly chose to accept her fate once again and give in. At least she'd still have her underwear left, but she didn't much want them to see that either. Her mother had insisted that since they didn't have a lot of money, and since Kaitlyn was so small, it was cheaper and more efficient to just buy her underwear from the kids section of the store. It was embarrassing enough that her own mother still bought her clothes at this age, let alone ones from the kids section. The pair she was wearing today were some of the worst offenders though. They were a soft, cotton pair, with a pink accent around the borders, and little pink ponies dotted around them. As she slowly unclasped her skirt and let it fall they quickly came into view for the room to see, especially with no top to hang down and cover them. She really did look like a child at this point, the girls couldn't believe their luck as the camera captured every angle of her baby panties. Kaitlyn was now just stood there in just her underwear, her shoes, and her socks. The girls each started laughing hysterically as they saw her baby panties. It was as if the girl was trying to help humiliate herself. "Awww, look at what cute little undies the baby has!" mocked the taller of the other girls, "I bet mummy picked them out for you, isn't that right?" she continued. "Even my little sister is more mature looking than you, at least she wears thongs and actually has a pair of tits, good god," laughed the other. "Hurry up, Kaitlyn, I swear to god you're such a slowpoke!" shouted Sarah, pointing to her lap. "Get your butt up here this instant!" Kaitlyn, cowering in fear, slowly approached the sinks and with tears beginning to form in her eyes, lay over Sarah's lap. She lay almost limp, as her tears began to fall down her cheeks. She wished she'd never been born. Sarah lifted her knees slightly, arching Kaitlyn up slightly, and then made sure that Kaitlyn's legs hung over the side of her right one. In this position, Kaitlyn's only real asset was prominently displayed. For all of her lack of other features, her ass was quite nice to say the least. It was fairly large and well rounded, but unfortunately most never got to see it, least of all herself. More unfortunately it was now acting as a lovely big target for Sarah. Kaitlyn's juicy, raised ass was also the subject of Jenny's latest collection of photos, making sure she got a good shot of both cheeks, an undershot, and overshot, and almost every other angle. She couldn't wait to show the poor girl what a nice little ass she had, both before and after Sarah let loose. "How many to start with, girls?" Sarah asked, with a happy step in her voice, "10? 30? 100?" she laughed. "Go easy on her, " Jenny laughed, with an incinsereness in her voice, "Wouldn't want to break the little baby now would we?" tilting her head towards Kaitlyn's face and putting on a fake pouting expression. "Please!! Please don't hurt me!! Just let me go! Please!" Kaitlyn began to wail. "Nevermind, 30 will do," Jenny replied to Sarah, a more serious tone in her voice, "she still doesn't know her place." [PART 4] Not wanting to make matters worse, Kaitlyn decided to not say anything more, however her constant panting and shaking made her unpleasantness at the situation clear to everyone. Sarah gently squeezed the girl’s left ass cheek, before doing the same to the right. She repeated this for a few moments, sometimes alternating a squeeze with a gentle caress. “Damn, what a nice little booty you’ve got back here, baby” she laughed, “it’s a shame you couldn’t behave...” she finished as she lifted her left hand as high as she could before swatting it back down harshly against Kaitlyn’s left ass cheek. Kaitlyn let out a wail as the sharp pain hit her cheek, and then her other, again, and again, and again. Sarah took pleasure in spanking their little plaything. Sometimes she’d wait longer between swats to put more fear into the poor girl, and other times she’d just smack her ass silly as Kaitlyn could do nothing but cry and scream and wait for it to be over. Jenny of course was recording the whole thing, making sure to allow for slow-mo shots as Kaitlyn’s plump asscheeks jiggled every time Sarah’s evil hand inflicted its punishment upon them. The other two girls just stood there, laughing hysterically as they took in the site of the tiny, helpless girl getting spanked as if she were a baby, in just her bra and what barely classed as panties. Soon enough, Kaitlyn’s big ass was just as red as her face - which was now dripping from the countless tears she had been crying. Her weak attempt to act strong had broken a long time ago. Her ass was on fire and she worried if she’d ever be able to walk again. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Kaitlyn felt one last harsh smack against her ass. “Aaaand, 30!” Sarah exclaimed with glee, “Damn! What a sight!” She laughed, looking down at Kaitlyn’s burning red ass. “But you know you deserved that for misbehaving, don’t you, little baby?” She asked. Kaitlyn was silent. “DON’T YOU, LITTLE BABY?!” She screamed into Kaitlyn’s ear, whilst at the same time gripping her tiny underwear and yanking it sharply up her asscrack. “Y-YES SARAH! I DESERVED IT!” Kaitlyn screamed in agony, the pain from the spanking and wedgie wreaking havoc upon the nerves in her ass. Jenny took no time in capturing Kaitlyn’s now even more exposed ass cheeks for her collection. “It’s not over yet, is it?” asked one of the other girls, disappointingly, “I was just getting started...” “Oh don’t worry, dear, so were we.” Jenny smirked at Sarah, and then slowly walked over to Kaitlyn. In one quick move she unclasped the poor girl’s bra, which suddenly fell to the floor below, leaving her entirely topless. [PART 5] Now laying over Sarah’s lap with just her panties, shoes, and socks left to cover her, Kaitlyn was a crying mess. She hadn’t wanted to be stripped and yet here she was half, nearly fully naked. The only thing really covering her a childish pair of panties that were meant for a girl at most half her age. Jenny scooped up Kaitlyn’s bra from the ground and hid it away so the girl couldn’t try to reclaim it any time soon. She then approached Kaitlyn and dragged her from Sarah’s lap - causing her to fall suddenly to the floor, landing on her sore ass. Kaitlyn let out a yelp as the cold floor against her burning ass shocked her senses. She immediately tried to stand and rub her ass, not even paying any mind to her now fully exposed breasts. Jenny took this opportunity to take a nice few pictures of her fully bare chest. “Awww, they’re so tiny and cute!” Both of the other girls said almost in unison, before laughing together and pointing at the poor girl’s tiny tits. Kaitlyn quickly swapped from rubbing her red ass to trying to cover her small breasts. This was however a bad idea as ,upon seeing her do this, the taller of the other girls pulled her hands away as the other grabbed each of her exposed nipples and began to twist them softly. Kaitlyn’s nipples were already hard for whatever reason. Maybe it was the cold air in the room, the stimulation of the spanking, or perhaps some masochistic part of her was enjoying this. “Noo!! That hurts! Please stop!!” She wailed as the smaller girl twisted her nipples and pulled them back and forth. “Not my breasts please!” She begged. “What breasts?” Sarah laughed from atop the sinks, loving every second of the girl’s pain. “Those things? I’ve seen guys with bigger tits than that, hon’” she burst into laughter. “Yeah, just relax, babies are used to being topless!” Jenny chimed in, making sure she was capturing everything as the poor girl’s tits were tortured. As the girls kept teasing her, Kaitlyn’s stomach began to rumble again and she tried to stifle another burp but to no avail, this one even louder than the first. Kaitlyn almost burst into tears upon realising what this meant. “Uh oh, baby still hasn’t learned!” Laughed Jenny. Now she’ll have to be punished even more!” Jenny walked over to the far side of the room and pulled on a pivot, attached to the wall, that had something attached to it. Kaitlyn, still under the attack of the other two girls, glanced over at Jenny with a fearful look in her eye before realising there was a changing table on the wall of this bathroom. I guess they’d installed one just in case? Regardless, a sense of dread came over Kaitlyn as Jenny demanded her on it now. “Pl-please! I promise I’ll be good! Please let me go now!” She cried again, still to no avail. Jenny simply nodded at the other two girls, who with no amount of effort grabbed Kaitlyn by the arms and dragged her over to the changing table. They then hoisted her up onto it and pushed her down onto her back, holding her arms in place and making sure she couldn’t get off of it, no matter how hard the girl struggled. And struggle she did. Kaitlyn tried to thrash around and escape, trying to loosen the other girls’ grip on her or kick her legs about to try and hit Jenny. But it was all useless. Sarah had noticed Kaitlyn’s pathetic escape attempts and was worried they may not be able to hold her and continue as planned and so she hopped down from the sinks and joined the other girls. She reached into Jenny’s supply of things and pulled out four pairs of play handcuffs before holding one up and dangling it in the air above Kaitlyn’s tear-soaked face. “Wouldn’t want you ruining our fun now would we, tiny tits?” She laughed, as she began to secure Kaitlyn’s wrists to the pivots of the table locking her arms in place. This causes Kaitlyn to panic even moreso. Sure, she was already nearly naked before them, but now being constrained at the girls’ mercy was causing her a lot more grief. They could now basically do whatever they wanted to her... and they would. She started thrashing her small legs around even moreso, even nearly hitting Jenny with one kick, but it didn’t last long. Soon, with Kaitlyn’s arms now secure, the other two girls came and held her legs instead. They held them closed for now, making sure they all had plenty of room around the poor girl first. “Okay, sweetie, since you couldn’t behave again and let out another disgusting noise, we’re going to have to punish you again!” Jenny mocked, taking some closeups of the girl’s chest, her crying face, and her waist. “Get her feet bare, Sarah,” she laughed Sarah took no time in quickly removing Kaitlyn’s shoes and socks, leaving her bare feet exposed to the others, held in place by the the other girls’ hold on Kaitlyn’s legs. “Now if I remember correctly, baby, you seemed not to like it the last time we did this...” Jenny grinned, taking a light feather from her bag and then slowly sliding it along the sole of Kaitlyn’s right foot. She was right of course, they had actually tickled Kaitlyn once before during a gym class, and the girl was no less ticklish now as she starting to try and curl her foot to escape the tickling of the feather. “Awww, guess I was right” Jenny laughed. “Sarah, you do her other foot, and one of you two go for her waist!” She instructed. “This’ll be fun” she grinned at Kaitlyn, who was wailing now. “How long will you last I wonder?” [PART 6] Kaitlyn squirmed and squealed as the girls assaulted her with their gentle hands. Her body writhed under the ticking, making her small breasts wiggle about, and the rest of her limbs to shake around. With her free hand, Jenny was of course still recording the girl’s torment, loving every minute of it. She wanted to make sure the girl would never be able to live this day down, to completely break her in every way possible. She didn’t even have any particular reason - it was just fun to her. The other girls of course shared in her feeling. Their tickling continued for a few minutes before eventually Kaitlyn began to beg again, with panic in her voice, “No, please! Stop! I’m gonna pee! Please let me go! I need to pee!” She squealed. Jenny simply laughed and nodded to the girl holding Kaitlyn’s legs together. “Aw, don’t worry! Little babies always pee their pants!” Jenny mocked, as the other girl slowly pried Kaitlyn’s legs apart, exposing her panty covered crotch. She tried to resist and close them again but it was useless, the girls had total control of her. She didn’t want them to watch, it was so embarrassing! As Sarah and the other girl continued tickling their prey, Jenny made sure to position her camera so that it captures Kaitlyn’s nicely exposed, panty clad crotch. “No! Plee-e-eease” Kaitlyn wailed, about to burst. The girls took no pity on her though. In fact, Jenny was tired of waiting and approached Kaitlyn with a menacing grin on her face. Then, without any warning, she pressed down on Kaitlyn’s body above her bladder, and then it happened. “Nooo!!” Kaitlyn cried as the camera began to capture every moment of the poor girl’s fate. As her warm, golden pee began to pour out of her, her panties began to grow damp and dark as they soaked up the disgusting liquid. The other girls remained silent as it happened, so that they could hear the poor girl’s bladder betraying her, among her wails of tears of course. Due to most of Kaitlyn’s daily stomach content being liquid, her humiliation seemed to last forever as she kept soaking her own panties with a constant stream. However, after about 20-30 seconds she finally seemed to stop, and the girls let up on tickling her. Kaitlyn was now on her back, with her arms locked to the bars of a changing table on which she lay, with her legs parted, her body covered only by a pair of heavily urine soaked panties, and every angle of her captured perfectly on Jenny’s camera. She was too broken already to even bother to think to close her legs, or maybe she didn’t want them getting covered in her urine as well. “Damn, bet that felt good!” Sarah laughed hysterically, “I’ve heard babies actually enjoy pissing themselves! I guess you’re no different! Look how much you peed!” She continue. Kaitlyn was so embarrassed but also angry now. She was sick of them calling her a baby. She was their age, and even if smaller and more underdeveloped she couldnt handle their words anymore. “I’M NOT A BABY!” She shouted, through tears. However, her body betrayed her at this moment as her stomach gurgled and her bowels let out a loud and unpleasant noise. Her attempt to act tough was now fully crushed again by the fact that she’d farted so loudly in front of her tormentors. “God, you’re so disgusting!” One of the other girls said angrily. “Jesus, that stinks!” The other laughed. “Not a baby, huh? Then why can’t you control your bladder, or your damn asshole at this rate?” Jenny mocked, moving over to Kaitlyn’s face and staring down at her, “just accept that we own you now, little baby. And quite frankly I’m tired of hearing your pathetic cries.” Jenny walked back over to her bag and pulled out something long and plastic. She turned around and presented it to them all. It was a fairly short red dildo, maybe 3 or 4 inches in length, but attached at the... base end... was a red pacifier. The thing looked hand crafted, Jenny had probably made it herself just for this. “Wow, that’s brilliant!” Sarah laughed and the other girls simply nodded. Kaitlyn looked at it in fear and closed her mouth immediately upon realising Jenny’s intention. “Nuh-uh. You open nice and wide now, or I’m shoving this elsewhere, you hear me?” Jenny demanded. Kaitlyn knew she wasn’t messing around and slowly opened her mouth up reluctantly. She’s rather have the small thing in her mouth where she could handle it than risk it elsewhere. “This the first cock you’ll have had in your mouth, cutie?” Sarah asked. Kaitlyn was annoyed at this question. It was true though, she was wildly unpopular and had never so much as even held hands with a guy before, nevermind sucked a cock. Nevertheless, she knew remaining silent would just end in more pain. “Yes, Sarah, I’ve.. I’ve never had one before...” she meekly got out. The girls had half expected her to have had some experience before. She was their age of course, and they’d all had their fair share of fun with a lot of the guys they knew. Except Rachel, who was supposedly saving herself for someone special - which the others somewhat respected her for. “Oh really? Then I want you to say that out loud, little one” laughed Jenny. Kaitlyn simply sighed and gave in, “This is the first cock I’ve ever had in my mouth” she said, as she began to cry again. Jenny then lowered the toy into her open mouth and made sure it met her lips, leaving poor Kaitlyn with both a dildo and a pacifier in her mouth. “Right, now it’s time to change you, baby! Wouldn’t want to leave you soaking in your own piss for too long!” She laughed, running her hand slowly down Kaitlyn’s chest towards her waist. Kaitlyn began to shake her head wildly, she quickly realised now that because the pacifier was also a dildo, she couldn’t simply spit it out and she’d forfeited her ability to speak. Instead all she let out were near silenced moans as she struggled to break her restraints. The two other girls held her legs open to prevent her using them, and her arms remained locked to the table. She only now realised they’d put her in this position deliberately from the start. Jenny took out a pair of scissors from her bag and held them close to the side of Kaitlyn’s soaked underwear. “Time to see what goods you’ve got hidden down here!” She teased. This was it, Kaitlyn’s entire nakedness was about to be exposed to the four girls, and the camera. Once they had her naked there was no telling what they would do to her. And with the fateful sound of the scissors snipping, Kaitlyn passed out. [PART 7] Just as she was about to start cutting up Kaitlyn’s panties, Jenny noticed that the poor girl had passed out. Sighing, she put the scissors down on the sink counter and stood over the passed out nearly naked girl. She didn’t want to continue without her awake. Most of the fun was in the little girl’s reactions to their torture and so they’d wait for her to wake up before continuing. “Damn, the baby really passed out?” Sarah groaned, also wanting to have continued their torture. “God, and we were just about to see her little pussy!” laughed one of the other girls. “Yeah, it’s a shame, but she’ll be back awake soon enough, and we can always snap her back ourselves if she isn’t...” Jenny responded. She then pulled out her phone and sent a text to Rachel, who was still just waiting around near the bathrooms. A few moments later, and after a few seconds of the sound of keys jangling and metal moving around, the bathroom door opened and Rachel walked in. She then locked the door again behind her as she came in. She was about to speak when she noticed Kaitlyn’s limp, almost naked body, with her asscheeks still tomato red, laid down on the changing table and burst into laughter. “Damn, you guys really got this far already?” She laughed, examining the poor girl’s body even more, “oh my god her tits are so small!” she continued before noticing the girls panties were still on. “Wait... is that..” she mumbled, “DID SHE PISS HERSELF?!” She burst into laughter again as she caught up on the girls humiliation. “Glad you could finally join us, Rach!” smiled Sarah. “This’ll be easier with you here to help out now!” Jenny pulled out some rope from her bag and handed some to Sarah and Rachel. “While she’s passed out we can get her into a better pose for her full reveal” she laughed, before giving instructions to the girls on how they should restrain her. Whilst uncuffing her arms and then tying them behind her back, Rachel noticed the pacifier that was in Kaitlyn’s mouth as well. “Damn, what a cute pacifier, she put that in willingly?” She asked. Jenny then simply laughed and showed her the video she’d recorded earlier. “Aww, how innocent! I guess today’ll consist of many first times for her” she laughed, eyeing up Jenny’s supplies, and finishing up her tying. Meanwhile at the other end of Kaitlyn’s near naked body, Sarah and Jenny bent her knees, parted them wide, and then tied the rope around her in a way that kept them spread that way. The way they’d now got her tied up meant that they had more freedom to move her around. It also meant that when they finally let all of Kaitlyn’s body be seen that they’d get a nice view from every angle. “That’ll do it girls, now she’s ready for her naked debut!” Jenny laughed. “Aw, how precious! I can’t wait to see her goodies” giggled one of the other girls. “Me too, I bet they’re gross!” joked the other. “Wanna bet on what it’s like?” Asked Rachel, feeling a warmth below as her sadistic side was loving this. The others felt the same of course. They probably couldn’t wait to share the footage with each other later to use for their own...personal means. “Haha, sure. I bet she has a little coin slot!” laughed Jenny, picturing her idea of the naked girl in her head. “Nah, it’s probably all droopy!” Laughed the girl who thought it’d be gross. “Probably got one lip much bigger than the other,” the other girl laughed. “I’m tired of waiting, let’s wake the baby up!” demanded Sarah. “How? Splash her with some water?” asked one of the other girls. “We could do that...” started Jenny, her smile turning again to a menacing grin, “or, I have a better idea.” Jenny then opened one of the bathroom stalls and nodded to Rachel and Sarah, who instantly understood and began to drag Kaitlyn towards the stall. “Actually hold on a second” she said, closing the stall door on herself as the other girls held Kaitlyn’s body just outside. The sound of a zipper being undone, and then a stream of liquid could be heard, and then the zipper again. A few moments later, Jenny reopened the door, “okay now it’s perfect” she said smiling, and the other girls laughed. “Time to wake up, little baby!” Sarah and Rachel said in unison as they pushed the girls head down into the toilet bowl... [PART 8] As her head was dunked into the mixture of toilet water, urine, and whatever other fowl liquids were mixed in with the two, Kaitlyn quickly jolted awake. She wanted to scream out but the dildo/pacifier kept her silenced. Instead she tried to thrash around, but not only were the girls’ still gripping her tightly, but she realised both her arms and her knees were now bound tightly, making her virtually immobile. Jenny decided simply soaking her wasn’t enough, and pulled the handle to flush the toilet whilst she was in it. The torrent of liquids swirled around Kaitlyn’s trapped head, soaking her face and hair entirely, leaving her soaked in not just her own, but now Jenny’s and probably many others’ piss. After the toilet eventually finished flushing, the girls holding Kaitlyn simply threw her down onto the floor, where she landed flat on her back, her legs forced apart with the rope, and her bare tits on full display, unable to be covered. “Aww, did you enjoy your nap time, wittle baby?” asked Rachel, who Kaitlyn had only just noticed had joined the other girls. She wanted to reply with anger but the gag kept her silenced. “I hope she did, because now that she’s awake we can continue where we left off!” Laughed Jenny, holding the scissors up again. “Let’s not give you any chance to get out of things this time either!” She glared at Kaitlyn, and then with very little pause went straight for her panties. With a couple quick snips and a sharp yank, Jenny rid the poor girl of her last remaining shred of clothing. Kaitlyn was now as naked as the day she was born and tied up and bared for all the girls to see. Her hair and face were soaked in other people’s urine, and the area between her legs was soaked in her own. Due to the position Jenny had made sure the other’s had tied the ropes in, Kaitlyn’s thighs were nicely parted and her pussy was easily visible - even with the thick, wet hair that somewhat covered her mound. Jenny had been right in her guess at the girl’s type. Kaitlyn did indeed have what most would consider a “coin slot”. Her inner lips were neatly folded inside and her outer lips were smooth and kept the more private regions of her sex from being seen without interaction. Similar to the rest of her, it was small, and undoubtedly tight. Jenny was actually disappointed that she’d been correct in all honesty. Kaitlyn’s pussy was nicer than most girls and it didn’t leave much in the way of teasing her about it. She almost wished her own had looked like that, or at least still looked more like it, not that she wasn’t happy with her own, but she regretted how loose she’d been in recent years. Regardless, she took no time in snapping more pictures of the girls exposed little pussy, making sure she also got some nice full body shots of the bound, naked girl. “Damn, what a pretty pussy you have, baby!” Sarah laughed, “I bet the guys in our class would love to see that!” She teased. Kaitlyn’s eyes began to well with tears again as she was forced to display her most private area to the girls who tormented her. She desperately didn't want anyone seeing those photos either. She’d be a laughing stock, everyone would think she was a whore, she’d never be able to return to class! It didn’t help that the juices left behind from her earlier accident had coated her pussy and made it glisten under the ceiling lights. It was Rachel who decided to torment her about this. “Damn, she must be enjoying this, look how wet it is!” She laughed. “N-n! Ss cs uh pd!” Moaned Kaitlyn, through her gagged mouth. She’d tried to argue that it was only because she’d peed herself, but in the end it came out as gibberish. It also wasn’t necessarily true. Being exposed and bullied by the 5 girls had been having an unexpected affect on her body. There was a burning warmth between her own legs too, and she had been wet with not just her own piss for a while now. “Aww, is that true, little baby?” mocked one of the other girls, “do you like showing off your little pussy like a slut?!” she shouted, before slapping Kaitlyn’s exposed pussy harshly. Kaitlyn let out a sharp yelp that could be somewhat heard even with her gag in, causing the other girls to simply laugh. “I bet she fantasises about getting naked and showing everyone her tiny tits and her tight little pussy!” Taunted Jenny, taking a nice position between the bound girl’s legs and capturing it more closely. “I bet she’s all show and no give, though!” laughed one of the other girls. “Hey, nothing wrong with that!” Rachel glared at her. Despite bullying Kaitlyn alongside them, Rachel ironically still believed in maintaining her own purity until she was ready. “Sorry, Rach, you’re right...” the other girl mumbled. “It’s fine, but we can at least check for ourselves” Rachel grinned, nodding back at her. “You’re right, let’s have a look at how innocent the little baby is!” smirked Sarah. Kaitlyn could do nothing but simply wail through her gag as she feared what the girls planned for her next. “Now get ready to open wide, cutie!” grinned Jenny, “and don’t worry, this’ll be better than any dentist visit!” She laughed, as she slowly took both her thumbs and used them to gently begin to open up Kaitlyn’s outer folds. “Nnnn! Nn pl!” Kaitlyn moaned through her gag, both in fear and in shock at the girl touching her sensitive, most private regions. As Jenny began to part Kaitlyn’s lips, she made sure that Sarah took over recording every second of the naked girl’s exposure. More and more of Kaitlyn’s sex became exposed as Jenny parted her first set of lips as much as possible. Kaitlyn’s clitoral area began to expose itself, and her inner lips began to glisten more visibly as the light hit them. “Damn, it’s like those ocean diving documentaries” one of the other girls laughed, as Jenny took her time to slowly torture their victim. As Jenny’s fingers worked their magic in exposing Kaitlyn’s pussy to them, the area itself began to become excited in response to the sensations of Jenny’s touch. Kaitlyn’s tiny clit began to harden and appear from within its confines, causing Kaitlyn to shudder slightly whenever Jenny’s fingers went near it. “Aww, she is enjoying it!” Jenny laughed as she started to notice this, and now would more deliberately go out of her way to brush her fingers against Kaitlyn’s sensitive little bud. Around the 7th or 8th time brushing against it, she noticed her fingers were getting coated in not just the remains of Kaitlyn’s earlier accident, but in newly formed juices as well. “Damn! She’s really enjoying it!” Jenny pulled her fingers back in disgust, “What a fucking slut!” She shouted, staring at Kaitlyn. She then took no time in reaching her fingers in only a tiny bit more and spreading her pussy open properly so that the girls, and the camera, could peer inside it. “Damn, I guess she really is an unused slut!” laughed the smaller of the other girls. “Guess she hasn’t had what she really craves just yet!” mocked the other, giggling as she schemed. It was true of course, but that didn’t make it hurt any less to Kaitlyn, who was balling again as her tight pussy was fully exposed to everyone. She hadn’t ever had sex, nor had her own fingers even entered her. She preferred to just rub against herself for the most part. Jenny’s fingers were the only thing close to penetration she’d ever experienced. And as she thought about this it became reality. Without warning, Jenny slid two of her long fingers slightly further into Kaitlyn’s spread hole and began to rub slowly against her. Kaitlyn began to squeal under her gag as her legs shook slightly. “Aww look, she’s enjoying herself!” The girls laughed. Jenny then placed her thumb over Kaitlyn’s exposed clit, noticing how sensitive it was earlier, and began to circle it carefully, pressing down on it occasionally as if it were a button. Sarah recorded Kaitlyn’s latest violation in detail as Jenny played with her. “You’d better give us a nice reward for playing with you, baby” she laughed, looking down at Kaitlyn’s face, which was now a mixture of both pain and pleasure as Jenny knew exactly how to toy with her. She must’ve had a lot of experience. “Oh don’t worry, she knows by now that if she doesn’t behave then we can always make it worse!” said Jenny, with a mocking, yet serious, tone in her voice... [PART 9] As Jenny continued to play with Kaitlyn’s exposed little pussy, the poor girl’s legs began to shake as her muffled squeals grew louder. She didn’t want to, but Kaitlyn was desperate to cum and her body was openly betraying her desires as her juices dripped out of her, as well as soaking Jenny’s long fingers. As Jenny began to notice Kaitlyn’s pretty hole tightening suddenly around her, she quickly moved her hand away and denied the poor girl her release. “Nuh-uh! I don’t remember saying you could cum for us, slut!” She laughed, watching as Kaitlyn’s soft lips, which were now very flushed, throbbed and her slightly gaping hole pulsed before slowly beginning to close again. The other girls had a somewhat unobstructed view but they wanted more. They wanted her shame completely visible and so Sarah slowly went digging in Jenny’s bag once more. “She’s got a lot of hair down there for a baby!” she mocked. “I agree, babies need to keep tidy or else they’ll be mistaken for an actual person!” sneered one of the other girls, showing just how much they thought of Kaitlyn. As Sarah approached Kaitlyn with the razor and cream, tears began to form in the poor girl’s eyes once more and her moans of pleasure returned to squeals of fear. Kaitlyn shivered as the cold cream was slowly spread over her pubic hair, and then again as the cold metal of the razor was teasingly pressed against her by Sarah. “Don’t worry, we’ll get you nicely tidied up!” laughed Rachel as she filmed Sarah begin to shave the poor girl’s last remaining proof of adulthood. As Sarah finished shaving her, she slowly slid a finger into Kaitlyn’s still dripping hole to see if Jenny was exaggerating the girl’s desperation or not. “God she’s soaked! You love being toyed with, slut?” She laughed at Kaitlyn as she rubbed her soaked finger on the girls now bare pubic mound. “Now, little baby, we’re gonna have even more fun, and if you behave I might let you have what you need!” Jenny grinned as she slowly slid her hand across Kaitlyn’s slit, causing her to moan once more. Jenny then pulled out Kaitlyn’s phone which she’d taken earlier and demanded the passcode. “Mmm!!” Was all Kaitlyn could muster through her gag though. “Now, I still think you need to keep quiet, so here’s how this is gonna work. Simply tell us the four digits with your fingers, little one!” Jenny demanded again. Kaitlyn couldn’t let the girl access her phone. She couldn’t give the girls access to her contacts, her apps, her... her gallery. Most of what was in there was innocent, but not everything, and she feared what the girls would add to it as well. This line of thought led to her making the terrible decision to just make up four numbers. She slowly put up four digits with her fingers for Jenny to enter. Of course, Jenny immediately saw that the digits were wrong and glared at the defiant girl. “Right, so despite being in such an unfavourable position, the slutty baby has decided she’ll remain a liar...” she sighed, walking back over to her bag. She then returned back to Kaitlyn with a blindfold and secured it around her so that she now couldn’t see. “Right, let’s try that again or you won’t be happy!” she shouted at the now blinded girl. Kaitlyn, thinking Jenny had nothing left for her and that the blindfold was a weak effort, decided to give another wrong set of numbers. “Fucking bitch!” Jenny screamed at her. She then walked back over to her bag and pulled out two things. Unable to see what was happening, Kaitlyn now realised she may have made a mistake. Why did she try to defy them again? She was completely at their mercy and yet she had decided to anger them more? As she felt Jenny pouring a cold, liquid substance between her thighs she began to realise her mistake even further. “Last chance, whore!” Jenny demanded, slowly beginning to run something against Kaitlyn’s exposed pussy. Upon feeling something against her, Kaitlyn finally decided to give in. She had no idea what it was but she didn’t want to find out either. She help up her fingers again with the correct passcode this time. “See, that wasn’t so hard was it?” Jenny smiled, and then shoved about half of the dildo she’d been holding into Kaitlyn’s tight little hole, causing the poor girl to squeal in pain. “It’s a shame it took you so long though, stupid!” Rachel then removed the poor girl’s blindfold to reveal the girls tear stricken face. Kaitlyn glanced down between her legs and saw the bright pink toy inside of her. It had hurt when first shoved into her, having not taken anything even remotely as big or as deep before, but now her vagina was tightening around it and slowly feeling somewhat better. “Say cheese!” Jenny laughed as she pointed the poor girl’s own phone at her exposed breasts and took a picture. “There goes your passcode, and there’s your new Face ID!” She laughed, showing the naked girl a photo of her tiny breasts. “You’d better not change it anytime soon!” Jenny then sat down beside the bound, naked girl and held onto the dildo inside of her as she began to look through Kaitlyn’s phone. As she skimmed through, she would twist and pull back and forth on the toy, much to both Kaitlyn’s pleasure and discomfort. “You sure take a lot of boring pics, baby, it’s almost not worth even having access to-” Jenny cut herself off as she found Kaitlyn’s hidden folder in her gallery. She then told the other girls to come take a look, and the 5 of them laughed together at what they saw in there. Kaitlyn hadn’t actually ever sent any of these photos to anyone, but she’d taken several nude photos over the last year to try and get used to the idea if she were ever to want to send them to someone. Most were pretty vanilla, just her showing off her body, or just her underwear even, but some had her on her knees with her ass up, one with her legs spread in front of a mirror, one of her sucking on a banana like it was a cock. The worst though was the one of her completely naked, her legs spread wide apart and her fingers opening her pussy as wide as she could with her tongue out and her eyes rolled back, the classic ahegao face she’s seen on TikTok and elsewhere. The girls burst into even more laughter at seeing that one. “Damn, she really is a slut!” laughed Rachel. “I wonder if she’s sent them to anyone!” She laughed, looking at the naked girls crying face once more. “Ooh lets look at her Snapchat!” Suggested one of the other girls. “I wanna see what guys she talks to!” The girls then looked through the naked girls Snapchat contacts but saw that most of them were other girls they didn’t even know, or family. “Boring!” Sighed Jenny, as she pushed the dildo into the poor girl a little deeper. “Guess no guy would wanna talk to a baby like her anyway!” “I dunno, why don’t we check?” laughed Sarah. Kaitlyn’s eyes welled up with fear at what that could mean. “All in good time!” Jenny laughed, and grinned menacingly at the naked girl. She then handed the phone to Sarah. “Right, time to film another nice clip!” She laughed, nodding at Rachel to film her again as she took hold of the dildo and began to pump it back and forth faster inside of her. Kaitlyn began to squeal and moan beneath her gag again as she felt the pleasure within her pussy building again. Jenny then stopped again and laughed at the poor girl as her face began to look desperate. She needed to cum, she was desperate, even though she hated the situation so much and wanted to die. She’d never felt anything like this before. Sure she’d came before, but not from a dildo, not from any sort of penetration at all for that matter. Her innocence was gone now but she still desperately craved release. Maybe she was a masochist after all. “I’m gonna take that gag out now, baby. If you protest then we’ll replace it with something worse. But if you do as I say then you don’t have to worry about that okay?” Jenny asked, hoping they’d surely broken the girl at this point and she’s stop resisting. Kaitlyn simply nodded as Jenny pulled the pacifier/dildo gag out of her, drool dripping down from it as Kaitlyn began to cough loudly. “Now, tell me exactly what you want and I’ll give it to you!” Jenny said sternly as she began to pump the dildo back and forth again. “I-I want- I want to cum...” Kaitlyn mumbled. “Louder!” Jenny demanded, pushing the dildo further into her and causing Kaitlyn to squeal loudly. “Mmm! I want to cum!” Kaitlyn shouted. “You can do better!” Jenny laugher, as she felt Kaitlyn’s pussy grip the dildo tightly. “Please let me cum!!!” Kaitlyn shouted, moaning like a pornstar as she came closer and closer to release. “Hmmm, how about no.” Jenny laughed as she pulled the dildo out of her completely and stepped away from the horny girl. “No! No!! Fuck you!” Kaitlyn cried again. As she did, there was a sudden knocking at the bathroom door. Jenny looked towards Sarah who simply nodded back at her, tossing Kaitlyn’s phone back toward her. “That was pretty rude, baby! We’ll have to silence you again in a second. Luckily we have something more... exciting... to fill your mouth with now,” she laughed, as she gave Kaitlyn’s ass a quick and sharp spank and then nodded to one of the other girls to open the door. As Kaitlyn looked up from her bound position on the floor to the doorway, her heart sunk even further and her eyes filled up with fear as her pussy continued to drip and throb, completed exposed to the 3 boys who stood in the entrance way. As her gaze met theirs, menacing looks formed on their faces and Kaitlyn began to scream...

Kathy Flashing and Sex - My Second Indy 500 by kathys_show Flashing and fucking, seem to go together It's been nine months since visiting "The Brickyard" and I was nervous all over again. I was now the ripe old age of seventeen and my measurements were 39D - 19 - 32. I still have a hard little butt, big nipples and cunt lips that were swollen with excitement. I wore the same denim dress that opens like a robe. It's low cut showing some serious cleavage and had an above mid-thigh hem. I had on just the dress and a pair of high heeled sandals; other than that, I was naked under that dress. "Hey! Hey! Come over baby!" guys yelled out. I looked around for the cops. I hadn't forgotten that! My legs were shaking, I was so incredibly nervous. It was just like the first time at Indy and I loved it. I pulled out the lapels of my dress and popped my breasts out. I was so turned on that my nipples were way out there. They yelled, whistled, and cheered as my cunt let go an orgasm. Like always that is what I wanted… that big uncontrollable sexual rush! I walked all the way down the main road, flashing my breasts at least sixty times. I turned at the end and went down the first double row of campers. "Hey! What color panties you wearing?" guys asked. I asked, "What do you think?" "If we guess, will you show us?" the man asked smiling. "Sure! If you're right" I replied. Well, guys started yelling out, "Red. Pink. Red. White. Black. Red. Red. Pink. Red. White. Red." "Most say ‘red’," the man shouted. "Nope. Not red," I replied. "One of us had to be right?" he said, "Come on give us a look," almost pleading. I said, "Oh, okay. But you'll be surprised!" I unsnapped my dress and opened it wide. There was that moment of silence as they all saw my full naked body. With loud whistles, and cheering a man yelled, "Show us that ass." I turned around, bent over slightly and pulled my dress way up above my hips fully exposing my bare ass. "Whoa! Nice ass! Nice ass!" was said many times. I let my dress drop down, and gave them the goodbye wave. After that I just opened my dress up for everyone. I loved showing off my full naked body. In the fourth row I noticed a group of men cheering. There was an old bus camper with a big slide hooked to the roof. Two girls were sliding down both topless. I slowed down until the two girls were done and walking away. The guys spotted me right away. "Hey! Hey! Go down the slide!" they said repeatedly. "What do you have here?" I asked with a cheesy smile. Several men pointed at a sign that read, "The naked slide!" "The naked slide, huh?" I said with a smile. "Yeah. Go on up!" he replied. "Well. I guess," I replied with everyone cheering. As I went up the ladder flashlights went up my dress. "I don't think she's wearing panties!" one guy said. "Noo! She ain't wearing panties!" another man declared. I took off my dess now totally naked on top the bus all the men cheering like crazy. I sat on a mat and yelled to men at the bottom of the slide, "Catch me!" I really didn't want to fly out on the ground naked. "Absolutely!" they replied. I inched forward and whoosh down the slide like a rocket, much faster than I thought. Did the guys catch me? Oh yeah, they caught me by the thighs, the breasts, the ass, the puss - but they did catch me and stand me up. I laughed like crazy and the men cheered like crazy. Before I left, I must have gone down the slide a dozen times. Guys taking turns catching me at the bottom. I told the guys I would return and headed out down the road. That was fun and I will be going back. In the sixth row of campers guys asked me to ‘settle the old bet’ bullshit right after I flashed them. "Before you go, settle a bet for us?" they asked. "If I can," I replied. "We say you’re shaved. They say your not. Can we look?" he asked with a grin. I had that ‘yeah right’ look on my face, took a breath and said, "I guess, since it's to settle a bet." I walked to a picnic table opened my dress put my left foot up on the seat and spread my legs. The flashlights came on everywhere lighting up my entire body. Several guys bent over, and a couple dropped to one knee. "Holy fucking Christ! She's shaved alright. But wow! What a pussy!" he yelled out. "The biggest lips I ever seen man," he exclaimed. One guy reached in sliding his fingers on the edges of my hanging cunt lips. I felt my cunt lips separate and the tips of his fingers slide the full length of my slit. Oh how great it felt! Tilting my head back I softly moaned, "Oh. Ohhh." A man said, "I think she likes it." The man reached in with his other hand grasping each of my pussy lips separately. He pulled them wide apart and stretched them way down. "Would you look at that! Unfucking believable," the man exclaimed. "Fucking awesome man… absolutely awesome!" I wasn't sure where the finger came from but I felt it going up my cunt hole. One man had reached in from behind, while another man standing started doing my clit. "Oh, Ohh, Ohhh!" came from my mouth, each one louder. I was so turned on that it only took seconds and they had me cumming. Juice flowed out of my pussy soaking their hands and fingers. I moaned, "Ohh! Ahh! Oh my God," as that orgasm turned into an ever larger one, cum pouring out of my cunt. "Jesus H Christ! She cums a bunch man," a guy exclaimed. "I can't see shit," several men said. My right leg got lifted up and my body turned. Before I knew it, I was sitting on the top of the picnic table with both feet on the seat. I leaned back on my elbows and spread my legs open. The very first guy that touched my cunt started licking my pussy. "Ohhhh! Ohhhh," came out of my mouth, as he licked. Without even thinking, I spread my legs wider. It was like a signal to the men. They grabbed my legs and spread them wide open, almost straight out to the sides. I moaned, "Ohhhh," followed by, "Oh my God," as he brought me to yet another, bigger orgasm. Guys moved my arms so I would lay on my back. Hands came in from everywhere, squeezing my breasts and nipples. There were hands on my flat tummy hands rubbing my inner thighs. With all those hands on my body it made my next orgasm build even faster. He flipped and flipped my clit with his tongue then sucked it very hard while twisting his head. "Oh my God," I yelled out loud as my pussy erupted with a huge orgasm, juice burping out in globs. The man just clamped down harder and twisted harder on my clit while sliding fingers up my cunt hole. "Oh my God," I yelled out loud. I just couldn't help moaning out loud, it was so intense. A hand went over my mouth to muffle my loud moaning. He lifted his mouth from my pussy and was just finger fucking me - with how many fingers I don't know. Another man was flipping my clit with his fingers. The sensations in my pussy and clit doubled in an instant, while other men took turns squeezing and sucking on my nipples. It was like they couldn't suck them hard enough. It became so intense between my legs that, by natural reaction, I closed my legs. Everyone stopped what they were doing. The man even pulled his fingers out of my pussy. Again, it was like a natural reflex. I was not even consciously thinking about it. I not only spread my legs I actually pulled them back. Undoubtedly, this was another sign to the men to not only continue, but to escalate things. Hands were all over my body again and the hard nipple sucking continued. The fingers started fucking my pussy like you wouldn't believe, and there were more then one man's fingers in my pussy. I know because I could feel some fingers going in and some going out at the same time. One man was raking his fingers back and forth over my stiff clit very hard. It was absolutely awesome! "Oh my God!" came from my mouth muffled by the hand over it. Yes, I know I could have stopped it at anytime by yelling stop. But I just couldn't; it felt all too fantastic to stop. So I just let them have at me how ever they wanted, and have at me they did. Everything became harder and faster. They were enjoying making me orgasm repeatedly; and I was enjoying them doing it. "You want to be fucked?" a man blurted out. "How about it baby… want to be fucked?" another asked. As always I said nothing, I just moaned and moaned. "She didn't say no," one guy blurted out. "That's right! She didn't," others said. Well, let me tell you it didn't take long for the men to convince themselves that it was okay to fuck me since I didn't say no. In a way my silence was saying yes. Because hell yes, I wanted fucked! Within seconds a man had his pants down with a fairly long, average thickness dick sticking nearly straight up. It was like at the point of decision… not for me... but for them to go through with it. "You want to be fucked baby?" the man with his cock inches from my pussy asked. I said nothing. "Ah, I guess she wants to be fucked," the man said, more like trying to convince everyone it was okay. He knelt on the seat of the picnic table between my spread legs reached down and pushed his very hard dick down. He moved forward and shoved the head in my cunt hole. He looked straight into my eyes; I'm sure looking for me to give him an answer. Again I said nothing but I did hump my pussy up into his stiff dick. He instantly leaned into me, totally burying his dick all the way in my pussy. "Ohhhhh," I yelled out. It didn't hurt but it surprised me that he shoved it all the way in. He slowly pulled out then slowly slid it all the way back in, pushing extra hard to make sure it was buried. "Ohhhh! Ahhhh," I moaned, it feeling so good as he slid his cock in. He started fucking me with one full length stroke after another. I can't begin to tell you how great his cock felt pumping in and out of my cunt. I was cumming, one orgasm after another, as he fucked me; juice spurting out of my pussy every time he shoved it in. Hands were still all over my body as he fucked me, squeezing my nipples and feeling me up where ever they could. After about a ten minute fucking, the man started fucking me about as fast and hard as he could. "Ahh. Ahh. Ahhhh," the man moaned out low while slamming his cock in my pussy very hard and shooting his load in my cunt. He stopped but stayed there with his cock still in my cunt for a few seconds before stepping off the bench seat and pulling his cock out of me. There was several seconds of silence from all the men, and all the men's hands stopped on my body. I decided I should probably stop this, only because I had been there a long time. So I got to my elbows with all the guys removing their hands. I sat up and all the guys backed away. My dress was rolled up under my back and as I slid off the table and stood up, the juice poured out of my pussy. "Do you have a bathroom?" I asked. "Absolutely!" he said motioning for me to follow. I went inside this beautiful motor home and got freshened up. When I came out of the man came over to me. "You okay? I mean you’re not mad or anything?" I said, "Nooo. Not at all." I paused for a second, "Things got crazy, but it's cool." "Whew. Glad to hear it," he said in a relieved way. I said, "I should go," which surprisingly he agreed with. Nearly all the men were gone when I stepped out. I think they were afraid how I was going to be. Well, it was three in the morning and not many people out. So I flashed back to my car and didn't get home till after five. I took a shower and don't even remember falling asleep. To my surprise I didn't wake up till after five in the afternoon. I couldn't believe I slept so late. I had to wash my dress, get something to eat, get ready and head back to the 500 for Saturday… the real party night! I couldn't believe how turned on I was as I rushed getting ready to go. I mean, I was as turned on now as I was when I did my first flash last night. My nipples were hard, my clit was hard, my cunt was dripping juice and I was so hot my legs were shaking. No, I wasn't so nervous my legs were shaking. I was so turned on my legs were shaking. This had never happened before; but boy, did I ever love it! By the time I got to the 500, it was already dark. After flashing at every campsite on Georgetown, I headed right for the slide. The guys were more then happy to see me, and I took five or six naked slides. A man asked, "How about a beer?" I said, "Sure why not." I had only drank a few sips of beer and didn't really like the taste but I thought why not give it another try. Yuck! I still didn't like the taste but I wasn't going to tell them. "Sit a bit," a guy said, setting out a lawn chair. It was by the campfire pointed towards the men standing in the lane. I was still naked, but I sat down in the chair with my legs spread a bit. I felt something unusual right away as I sat down. My big cunt lips fell right through the chairs webbing. Let me tell you… this was one of those great opportunities you just don't plan on. I closed my legs and kind of rolled right then left to spread my butt cheeks apart, leaned forward to check the strap on my shoe and gave a little cunt wiggle. I could actually feel my cunt lips dropping even further through the hole. Oh wow I thought, this is really cool! As I sat back up straight I could feel my lips dropping even further through the hole. I spread my legs as far as the chair would allow. Guys started elbowing each other telling them to look at my cunt lips hanging down through the chair. Flashlights started coming on and pointing right at them. "What the hell are you guys doing?" the man that gave me the beer asked the guys with the flashlights. With a laugh they pointed under my chair and said, "Look what's hanging out." All the men around me leaned down to look. They all started chuckling and I heard men saying things, "That's fucking awesome. Unfucking believable. That's a lot of pussy," along with many other things. I acted like I had no idea what they were talking about. That is until I felt this little tickle on my cunt lips. "Ohh!" popped out of my mouth as I sat up straight like surprised. All the men were chuckling as I looked back to one side and then the other. There was a man down on his knee behind the chair, and he had reached under tickling my pussy lips. I said, "Oh my God," as though frightened but then quickly relieved and said, "Geez," while putting my hands on my chest as though totally relieved. I said with a little girlish giggle, "I thought a spider was crawling on me." Well that got all the men laughing. I knew something was going on behind me but I acted like I had no idea what was going on and drank all but a little bit of my beer. The man's fingers let go and I felt something warm and wet right on the lowest edge of my lips. A man had gotten on his back and was under the chair. It was his tongue on my pussy, and oh boy, did it ever feel good. The men watching were having a ball and so was I. He just licked them at first then raised up, sucking both of my cunt lips in his mouth. "Ohhhh my!" excitedly came out of my mouth, with my eyes wide open. All the men started laughing at the surprised look on my face. "Oh! Ohhhh," came out of my mouth as he pulled down, stretching my cunt lips with his mouth. I was giving a lot of those ‘oh shit’ looks on my face. "Ohhhh," flew out of my mouth again, as my lips popped out of his mouth. He went right back up and did it again even sticking his tongue in between my lips, and into my cunt hole. With a giggle I said, "This is some chair," which brought laughs from everyone. "Apparently that's our pussy chair!" one of the men declared. I was going to reply; but suddenly, it felt like I was going to cum. It was really weird. He never licked my clit only my cunt lips. It was driving me absolutely crazy with anticipation. Hey, I have to tell you. Do you have any idea how hard it was to sit still in that chair so I didn't pull my cunt lips out of the hole, with a man bringing me to orgasm? Let me tell you it was not easy to do. It was almost embarrassing sitting straight up in that chair with all those men watching. Yes embarrassing. I knew my face was flush, my nipples hard and I had expressions of pure sexual ecstasy on my face. It was driving me absolutely crazy being right on the brink of cumming for so long yet not cumming. I was moaning but very low, almost embarrassed to moan in front of all those men. There was a monster orgasm building in my cunt. It was like watching someone blow up a huge balloon and waiting for it to burst. Well burst my pussy did. The beer can dropped out of my hand, and I grabbed the arms of the chair very tight. My entire body quivered uncontrollably as my pussy simply exploed with a huge orgasm. "Ohhh! Oh my God!" popped out of my mouth much louder than I wanted it to but the orgasm was so big and intense I couldn't help it. "Ohhh! Ahhh! Oh my God! Ahhh," kept coming out of my mouth, as I felt the huge globs of cunt juice being forced out of my cunt hole almost violently. With a grimaced chuckle I heard different men saying things like, "Whoaaa! She just drenched his fucking face. Unfucking believable," and many other things. But they weren't laughing; they all had the look of lust on their faces. I heard the man lying beneath the chair gag and cough as he stopped licking my pussy. He obviously got a big mouth full of my cunt juice, and it gagged him big time. All the men started chuckling, as he scooted out from under my chair coughing like crazy. Me? Well I was still having a monster orgasm. I couldn't stop it and didn't want to. Except for being even more embarrassed, I just sat in the chair holding onto the arms while my orgasm continued. It took a few seconds before my orgasm slowed, and I relaxed my grip on the chair. Finally I said, "Whew," as I exhaled a deep breath of air. Again I said, "Whew," and paused a couple of seconds trying to think of something snappy to say. "This is some chair!" I exclaimed to everyone. All the guys started laughing like crazy. The guy that had been licking my pussy under the chair moved around to the side of me on his knees. His entire head, face, and the shoulders of his shirt were soaking wet. Let me tell you when I cum I really cum. My pussy was still having those little spasm orgasms and I could feel the juice dripping out of my cunt. When I saw him I just kind of crunched my shoulders, tucked my chin down and did one of those pulled back contained laughs with a little cheesy smile. I said, "Oops! Sorry," with a shy (almost mischievous) look. "Don't be. That was fucking great," the man exclaimed. One of the guys brought me another beer which I started drinking. I must have sat in the chair a good ten minutes before my pussy stopped having the little spasms. I told them I needed to get going. Everyone was watching as I stood up. My cunt lips were so swollen, that the chair lifted up with me, my cunt lips stuck in the hole. I sat back down, put my hands on the arms of the chair, and stood back up, pulling my cunt lips out of the chair. I put my dress back on and took off walking down the lane. I got to the end on that row and decided to go where I had never been before. There was another big camping field north of Twenty-Fifth Street. There was a lot of loud music, and also there were more girls flashing as well. Only they were in two's or three's or had men with them. I seemed to be the only girl flashing… totally alone. For the next three hours I flashed several rows of campsites. I got my ass felt up, my pussy played with, my nipples sucked a few times, but nothing really special happened. As I turned the corner for the next to the last row I heard a deep low voice. "Howdy," a man said. I looked around but didn't see anyone at first. Then I saw a campsite sitting back in the trees. There were eight, maybe ten, men sitting around a campfire. "You lost?" the man asked. "Yeah… I mean no. I just couldn't see you back there." I replied with a giggle. "Well hell. Come over and have a beer," he suggested. I said, "No. Thanks. I think I've had enough beer." As I entered their campsite I said, "But I will take a Pepsi." He said, "Sure. Sit by the fire. It's a chilly night." It had gotten pretty chilly, and I wasn't wearing many clothes. I went in and sat down in a lawn chair facing the fire. With a natural flashing reflex I sat down with my legs spread and pulling my dress open so my bare cunt was visible. As I took a drink it was no surprise that all the men were staring at my exposed pussy. "I sure love the way you sit down," the man said. Playing the verbal game I acted like I had no idea what he was talking about and asked, "Why do you say that?" While pointing between my legs he said, "Because your whole puss is showing." All the other guys nodding their heads in agreement. I loved playing these little verbal games. I spread my legs even wider as I looked down between my legs and asked, "And how does that have anything to do with the way I sit down?" while giving a big cheesy smile. "Ohhhh. I guess it doesn't," he said with a grin. "So what did you mean?" I asked giving him the chance to reply. "I don't know! I guess just wondering what kind of things you might sit on," he replied breaking into a chuckle. Taking a few seconds to answer I asked, "Now. Just what do you mean by that?" He said while pointing to the other side of the campfire, "Well. Thought maybe you would like to sit down over there." Even with the campfire it was dark and hard to see. But there was no doubt there was a man sitting over there, and holding straight up with his thumb a very thick and rather long, very stiff dick. I can't begin to tell you how excited I got in an instant while trying to act cool at the same time. "It's closer to the fire. You would be warmer over there," the man said with another little chuckle. Playing the game I pointed at the man and said, "You. You want me to sit over there… on that?" "Why not? Can't you take it?" The man with his cock out said quickly. About two seconds later he said, "I mean, can't you take the heat? You know being closer to the fire that is." He said with sarcasm, and an almost sadistic chuckle. I didn't say anything and just sat there like thinking about it. Hell, I was so turned on and that cock looked so big and inviting. I was about to say, ‘I don't know’ when the man with his cock out spoke. He said, almost ordering me (the chuckle gone from his voice), "Hell! Come on over here and sit on it!" After a pause he said, "What's the matter… you afraid of this honey?" while slightly wiggling his big cock back and forth. I always answer a challenge and asking me if I was afraid was definitely a challenge. You should have seen all of their faces as I stood up, opening dress and pushing it to the outsides of my breasts. All of the men said something, "Oh Fuck. Whoa. Holy fucking shit. Very nice." As they saw my full naked body for the first time. I slowly moved towards the man, walking all the way around to the other side of the campfire, my breasts slowly moving up and down as I walked. As I got in front of the man I reached down and lifted my dress up above my waist. While turning my back to him I stepped across his legs straddling them. The man slid down in his chair a little, straightening his legs and positioned his big cock right under my pussy. I was so turned on I couldn't believe it. The looks on all the men’s faces was really hot. I bent my knees and lowered myself down. "Look at that pussy!" Several of the men said in a low voice as they saw my big swollen cunt lips hanging down. I got almost to his cock but stopped and stood back up. The look of total disappointment went on every man's face. It was awesome… just what I was hoping for actually. I was trying to act like I didn't know if I should do it or not. The man reached up with one hand, grabbed my hip and pulled me down. As I looked down between my legs I could see that he was holding his cock straight up, and my cunt juice was dripping all over it. My cunt hole landed right on the big thick head of his cock. I stopped but he pulled down harder, and the big head started splitting my pussy open. "Ohhhh!" came out of my mouth as my pussy stretched opened. As he continued pulling me down I thought yet this was another first for me. I had never gone down on a cock with my pussy before. He pulled down harder, and with a painful pop the big head went up into my pussy. "Ohhh!" Ouch! Ouch!" I yelled out quickly from the stretching pain in my pussy trying to rise back up. He was a lot thicker then I thought he was. The man let go of his cock and put both hands on my hips. He was pulling me down while I tried to stay up. Between my own weight and him pulling me down I could not stop him. He jerked down hard on my hips and with a big drop I went down at least half way on the big fat cock. "Ouch!" Ohhh! Ouch! Ouch!" blurted out of my mouth. The sudden wide stretching of my cunt hole hurt like hell. The man lifted me up quickly and his cock fell out of my pussy. He let go with one hand and couldn't get his cock back up to my pussy quick enough. He pulled down again shoving the head back in my cunt. He slowly lowered me about half way down then back up several times. Then, as he was lowering me down on his big cock, he just let go of me and bang my body weight dropped me down deep on his cock. "Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!" flew out of my mouth followed by, "Oh my God." It really did hurt, as the big cock went deep up my cunt hole so quickly. He was much longer than I thought also. I started to pull myself up but the man grabbed my hips, and held me down on the big cock. I was almost whimpering from the pain of the sudden stretching of my pussy so wide. "Ouch. Ouch," softly came out of my mouth. "Take it easy babe. Relax," the man said almost whispering. "Hell! I can't do shit in this position. How about letting me fuck you?" The man blurted out. I wasn't sure what he meant and asked, "What? What do mean?" "Here, get up a second," he instructed as he lifted me up, standing me all the way up, his cock plopping down against his belly. He got up out of the chair quickly and said, "Here. Come here," while grabbing my wrist and taking me over to a table and bending me over it. He flipped my dress up to my shoulders and lifted my right leg up on the table. My right leg was bent at the knee and pushed way up on the table, my pussy all spread open for him to fuck. All the other men stood up I believe to block the view of anyone walking past. His big stiff cock was bouncing around as he moved. "There we go. There we go," he said while spreading my right leg even more. "Oh Yeah! Now I can give you a real fuckin' baby!" With that he grabbed his cock in his right hand and put it up to my cunt hole and shoved it in deep. "Ouch! Ouch! Oh my God!" I yelled out in painful ecstasy, lifting my head and arching my back. Yes, it hurt but felt great too. He gave me two strokes then shoved nearly all the way in my pussy. "Ohhh! Ouch. Ouch. Ohhh! Came out of my mouth as it definitely went in deeper then it did when I was sitting on it. "Oh yeah baby! Now I can give you some meat," he said while sliding his cock nearly all the way in and out. He stopped with it about half way in, leaned over and asked, "Can you take all of it baby? Huh? Can you take all of it?" in a very excited voice Without waiting for an answer he slid his cock in deep, and I do mean deep. He put his hands on my ass spreading my butt cheeks open wide with his thumbs. He leaned in forcing his big cock in my pussy with a lot of constant force. I could actually feel my pussy stretching deep down in my cunt hole where a cock has never been before. The pain deep in my pussy was incredible as he relentlessly pushed in hard. I can so very clearly remember feeling my pussy slowly stretching, and his big cock slowly sinking in deeper and deeper in my cunt hole. It was an unbelievable feeling - one I will never forget. "You alright sweetie?" the one guy asked. I couldn't answer, all I could do was moan and grunt as that big cock slowly sank in. It actually took quite a while before I felt his pubic bone slowly smash up tight against my cunt hole, him still pushing in hard. "Oh yeah. Oh yeah! It's all in there baby. It's all in there," he said triumphantly as though the conquering hero that had slain my pussy. He kept in, buried in my cunt hole, me squirming on his big cock. He finally pulled nearly all the way out and slid it all the way back in giving an extra hard push at the end. He did that at least a dozen times, and I swear it felt like it went in deeper each time. "You okay sweetie?" The one guy asked again, leaning in by my head where the side of my face was pressed down tight against the table top. In a very slow and stressed voice I said, "Ohh Jesus! He's got a big cock!" With a chuckle he said, "Yep. That is a fact sweetie. He has got a big cock." He chuckled again and said, "Want a little advice?" I said in an even more strained broken voice, "What's that?" "Hold on!" he replied with a sadistic laugh. Before I could even ask what he meant by that the man pulled out, and started banging his cock into my pussy. I mean full length strokes, or should I say thrusts. He pulled his cock nearly all the way out then banged it all the way in hard. Bang, bang, bang one stroke right after another. "Ahh! Ugh! Ahh! Ughh!" Came out of my mouth followed by the loudest grunts you ever heard every time he banged his cock all the way in my pussy. It hurt, it felt fantastic, it hurt, it felt awesome, it hurt and felt totally unbelievable. I was getting the deepest thickest fucking of my life and I couldn't begin to tell you how great it was. I'm only guessing but I would say he was a good eight inches long and like wow thick. I let out loud, "Ahhh's! Ohhh's! Ahhh's!" As I had big uncontrollable orgasms, the juice being forced out between his fat cock and my tight pussy every time he shoved his cock in deep. "Oh my God. Oh my God," came out of my mouth repeatedly in an almost muffled voice. Everything was so intense in my pussy I couldn't believe it and the man never let up, not for a second. Bang, bang, bang - one full length thrust after another and it went on for the longest time. It was like I couldn't wait for it to end but at the same time wishing it never would end. This time I will say what men always say. I was really getting the meat laid to me and I was getting it laid to me like I had never had before. He kept pushing on the inside of my thighs trying to spread my legs wider, only they were spread as wide as they could go. "Ahh. Ahhh! Ahhhhh!" started coming from his mouth. His strokes into my pussy slowed but became even harder. The slower the strokes got the harder he pushed his cock in my pussy. He buried his cock and held it there for a second. He pulled nearly all the way out and gave me at least eight or ten very hard thrusts that actually moved the big table I was bent over. He slammed his cock in my pussy and held it buried as I felt his huge, very warm loads of cum shooting so deep in my cunt. He moaned loud, "Ahhh. Ahhh! Ahh," as he unloaded his cum. The man stayed leaning over me for several seconds, panting as though trying to get his breath. He pulled back a couple inches and ground his cock deep in my pussy several times before stopping. He stood up and so very slowly pulled his cock out of my cunt. It felt like a big log sliding out of me. His cock came out and dropped straight down, his cum and mine pouring out of my pussy and onto the ground. He slapped me on my right butt cheek pretty hard and said, "You have one nice pussy darling." Then he bent over and pulled up his shorts. I stood up and said, "And you have one big cock!" while giving my cunt a little rub. I asked, "You have a bathroom I could use?" "Sure, right in here," the one guy said while showing me the way. I freshened up and came back out. I'm always nervous when I come back out after doing something like this. I never know what to say and am always wondering what they will say. "Sit down and get warm. You want a beer now?" the same guy asked. "How about a cup of coffee," a different man asked. "Yeah! Coffee sounds great," I replied. Other than it being so chilly out I don't know why coffee sounded so good. "Black?" He asked. "Yes. Coffee's the only thing I like black," I replied with a little joking giggle. All the other guys laughed at my black comment. Have absolutely no idea why I said it. It was a line I had heard many times and it just popped out of my mouth for what ever reason. Hell, I have never even met any blacks. They started asking me about flashing. Wanted to know if it was my first time here and what else had happened like sex and so on. I can't believe how much I got into telling them about some of my different sexual experiences I had flashing at the races both last year and this year. They especially liked the balance beam I walked on last year, and the pussy lips through the hole in the chair this year. I was there for quite a while drinking a couple cups of coffee. I said, "Well. I should be moving along." Just as I was about to get up out of my chair, the man that had fucked me stepped right in front of me. His cock was still big and thick (even though soft), and was sticking out of his shorts. He reached down and lifted it up positioning the head only inches from my face. "You ever suck a cock this big?" he asked with a bit of sadistic lust in his voice. I just sat there looking at the big cock of course not saying anything. "Well, have you?" he asked. After a couple seconds he asked again, "Well have you? Have you ever sucked a cock this big?" while very slowly stroking his cock and stretching it out long towards my mouth. "Nooo," I said in a long drawn out way. He said, "Well hell. Give it a try. See how you like it," while stepping closer, the head of his big cock only and inch away from mouth. Great big beads of pre-cum were oozing out his cum hole one after another, and steadily dripping to the ground. "Come on honey. Open your mouth. I’ll slide it right in," the man requested. Did I want to? Yes. Did it look disgusting with the big beads of cum oozing out of the end of it? Yes. He moved even closer until the tip of his cock went up against my lips. "Come on, open up baby," he said demandingly, almost ordering me to open my mouth as a lot of his pre-cum came out of his cock, onto my lips and ran down my chin. "Open up and suck my cock!" he ordered. He grabbed the back of my head and pulled hard, squishing the head of his cock against my lips. I only slightly opened my mouth and he pushed his cock in forcing my mouth open. The big head went in my mouth and he continued pushing in and pulling on the back of my head until my mouth was full of his big fat cock. I made the sounds, "Umm. Umm," as his cock forced my mouth wide open. "Ohhh, that's it baby. That's it," he said while moaning. "Now suck it honey. Suck it!" I pulled my head back pulling his cock out of my mouth (everything except the head) then slowly went back down, until my mouth was full of his cock. I slid my mouth up and down his cock over and over. I will always remember how exciting it was actually feeling his cock getting harder, getting stiff, growing in thickness, getting fatter and longer by the second, right inside my mouth. I will never forget the pungent taste of the pre-cum on my tongue. It was really turning me on like you wouldn't believe; I could feel the juice trickling out of my pussy. After sliding my mouth up and down on his cock about forty or fifty times, he started to pull on the back of my head, forcing his cock even deeper in my mouth. He totally filled my mouth and was trying to force the big head down my throat. Now I've sucked quite a few dicks, but they were mostly high school boys. That's a whole other story. The thing is I have always been able to deep throat every dick I ever sucked. I didn't even know what gag reflex was back then, as I do now. Well, I never had the gag reflex thing, I had always been able to deep throat. But I never tried it with a cock this long and especially this thick. Still, the man pulled on the back of my head forcing the head into my throat. I was nervous and very excited and was doing my best to relax. Just as I relaxed a little bit he did it; he shoved the big head down into my throat. "Ahhhh! Ahhhhh! Oh yeah that's it babe. That's it. Suck it deep baby," the man said repeatedly. He wasn't being an idiot, he wasn't trying to shove it down my throat on every stroke; he would do it every third stroke which I got used to. The head of his cock went into my throat the first four times but on the fifth he pulled harder on the back of my head. The big head of his cock went down my throat and I could feel more of his cock sliding in past my lips. I kind of twisted my head almost in a panic because I couldn't breath. He pulled back pulling his cock all the way out except for the head. I gasped for air taking in a couple of deep breaths. He wasn't waiting as he filled my mouth with cock again. He pulled hard on the back of my head again forcing the big cock down my throat. He kept shoving as his cock slowly moved further in. "Can you take all of it?" He asked with that sadistic lust in his voice. "How about it baby, can you take it all?" He asked as he continued to force his cock down my throat. Then I felt his pubic hair tickling my nose. Again I twisted my head and moaned. He bent over close to my head and said, "You suck good baby," with an excited, panting voice. "Open wide baby. Open wide," he exclaimed while shoving his cock back in my mouth and filling it completely. He pulled back and pushed in tightening his grip on the back of my head. He kept pushing in till the head of his cock went down my throat and he kept pushing. He stopped for a second as his pubic hair again hit my nose. It wasn't all the way in but very close to it. His cock had grown very thick, especially the huge head. He pulled back sliding his cock all the way out of my mouth his cock popping up now very hard. "Here! Let me do something for you," the man I was sucking said, while grabbing my arm and having me stand up. He took me about three steps to the table where he fucked me. He put his hands on my tiny waist and lifted me up on the table resting me back on my elbows. Before I knew it he had lifted my feet up on the table and had my legs spread open. He leaned down and started licking my pussy very firmly with his tongue. I mean he was licking my entire pussy from my ass hole all the way up past my clit, with his big wide tongue. He sucked in my cunt lips, sucked in my clit and buried his tongue in my cunt hole. "Ohhh. Ohhh. Ohhh!" started coming from my mouth right away. I was so turned on from sucking his big cock that my pussy was ready to pop. I grabbed the edge of the table with my hands as globs of juice poured out of my pussy. I guess the other men got tired of just watching and they all moved in around the table. Just like that I had hands all over my body again, rubbing my thighs, feeling my breasts and squeezing my nipples. At that point I didn't care what they did to me. I was so turned on all I wanted to do was have orgasms! I couldn't help myself. I layed down flat on my back and lifted my legs up. I pulled them back and spread them wide open hooking my hands behind my knees. Of course the men all took that as do what ever you want. The nipple squeezing quickly turned into nipple sucking. My pussy was going crazy, one orgasm after another. Boy, did those guys ever like watching my pussy cum. Juice was pouring out of me. This went on for a good half an hour. The man with the big cock eating my pussy stood up, his shorts still open and his big cock hard. He grabbed my hips and pulled me across the table until my little butt was hanging over the edge. He stepped right up between my spread legs, and rammed his big cock nearly all the way in my cunt hole on the first thrust. "Ohhh! Oouch! Oh my Gaaa!" came out of my mouth quickly, as he stretched my pussy wide open again. By natural reflex I closed my legs but the other men grabbed them, and spread them back open. "Oh my. Oh my. Ohhh! Ohhh!" again came out of my mouth, as the man slowly slid his cock half way in and out of my cunt. The men spread my legs even wider apart as the man slid his cock all the way in my cunt hole. Again my pussy erupted with big orgasms. "Oh my God. Oh my God!" came flying out of my mouth. I couldn't believe he was fucking me again. "She is so fucking wet. Fuck! She's got a hot pussy!" the man fucking me said as though amazed. His big cock felt so good going all the way in and out of my cunt! One of the other men reached in from my side, and started flipping my clit very firmly. It drove me wild and I spread my legs wider humping my cunt up for him to fuck. He instantly started fucking me harder, banging his cock in my cunt hole hard. Bang, bang, bang - one stroke after another. "Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!" I grunted out loud each time he buried his cock in me. He bang, bang, banged his cock in my pussy for more then a half an hour. He banged into my pussy so hard that the other men had to hold me in place, to keep the table from flipping over. Relentlessly he banged his cock deep in my hole, as I held on tight to the edge of the table. "Ahh! Ahh! Ahhh!" came from the man's mouth as he slammed his cock in my pussy extremely hard then held it buried there. He shot yet another load of cum in me followed by several short very deep strokes. I could feel his cock getting softer right in my pussy. As he pulled his cock out of my hole his cock again dropped straight down and I got up to my elbows. All the men must have taken this as a sign and they all let go of me and backed away. This without a doubt was the best sex I had yet at the races! I was really getting to love big cock, and boy I sure got one tonight. I again used the bathroom in their camper to freshen up. When I came out the guys asked me to spend the night. I knew they all wanted to fuck me, and I can't say I didn't want to, but knew I better get home. I said my goodbyes and headed off for the slide. Nope! I wasn't done flashing yet even though it was nearly five in the morning. When I got to the slide no one was there. I looked around and hell, there was no one out. I left my dress open and walked back to my car. I started the car and turned on the heat. I leaned the seat back to rest for a moment, my dress wide open. I fell asleep; can you believe it? I fell asleep. About forty five minutes later I was awoken from knocking on the window. I looked out and there was a cop. I thought 'oh shit I'm in trouble' now. I was half asleep and didn't even realize that my whole naked body was exposed as I opened the window. As usual I didn't say anything. Hell I had no idea what to say. "Are you okay?" The officer asked. "Ah…Yeah… Yes, I... I guess I was more tired than I thought." It was the only thing I could think to say. To my surprise he said, "Be careful driving home. Okay?" I thought ‘wow’ what a break. It wasn't till I put the car in gear that I noticed my dress was wide open and the cop was looking at my naked body. Hey, another first for me, flashing a cop. HAH! Well I never closed my dress and drove home. I took my shower, and like always, laid down on my bed spread out naked to again go over my sexual exploits of the night. I was so beat I don't remember anything until I woke up at four in the afternoon. Well, that was my second Indy 500. Now I'm going to be off for college in two months, missing the brickyard race. Bummer! As always my stories are one hundred percent true in a timeline of my real life. I can tell you that after college, my life gets extremely interesting. So if you like my stories keep an eye open for them. Hope you liked this one. Bye for now, Kathy.

Kara Is Bad! bytrace_ekies© "Is that seat taken," Kara asked. The passenger in the window seat looked up from his magazine. A quick once-over of Kara told him all he needed to know. He held his breath, hoping the guy in the aisle seat wouldn't blow it. The man on the aisle, without raising his head, shifted his gaze from the magazine he had been reading to the spot where Kara stood; he saw a pair of sexy bare feet encased in strappy sandals. As his gaze drifted upward, he took in a pair of shapely, toned, and quite bare legs, the top two or three inches of which were hidden by a short, pleated, skater's skirt.  Kara waited patiently as the man continued his inspection. Tucked into her green and black checked skirt was a white button-front blouse. Kara had left the top three buttons undone, exposing her cleavage, but also suggesting she probably wasn't wearing a bra. Looking into Kara's coal black eyes, the man on the aisle finally spoke, "Uh no, it's vacant. Please join us." Kara was flying a no-frills airline with open seating. Being one of the last to board, she had found all of the aisle and window seats taken. She was going to have to sit in a middle seat. She had thought about how she was dressed. 'This could be an interesting trip,' she had told herself, 'If I can just find the right seat.' Making her way down the aisle, looking from side to side, Kara had gotten plenty of appreciative looks and offers of seats. But it was not until two-thirds of the way through the cabin that she had found the one she thought would work. The seat was between two men, each probably in his mid thirties, fifteen or so years older than Kara, but still young enough to be interesting. Both were reasonably good looking, nicely dressed and wearing wedding rings - probably family men returning home after a week in Austin.  Having been invited to join them, Kara turned to put her shoulder bag into the overhead compartment across the aisle. She had plenty of great features but her legs were certainly among the best. Kara got up on her toes and stretched to position the bag. Her already short skirt rode up to where it barely covered her butt. 'At least,' she thought, 'I'm not wearing hose, so I don't have to worry about the tops showing.' Kara took her time getting the bag situated in the overhead, deliberately offering her seat-mates a tantalizing view of the backs of her bare thighs.  Having held the pose as long as she justifiably could, Kara turned and squeezed past the man nearest her and sat down in the middle seat, letting her skirt ride up to where her panties were visible. Snapping a quick look at each of them, she feigned embarrassment and hastily pushed her skirt down, but not too far. Kara had lowered the hem of her skirt just far enough to cover her panties, but still leaving her lightly tanned legs and thighs mostly exposed. She took a furtive glance to either side, satisfying herself that her bare legs were attracting sufficient interest. She brushed the hair away from her face, took a magazine from the pocket in front of her and thumbed through it while waiting for the plane to take off. The flight attendants checked the cabin and made their preflight announcements as the plane taxied to the runway. Shortly after takeoff the Captain's voice boomed through the cabin speakers, welcoming everyone to the flight, but also apologizing in advance for what was going to be a bumpy flight. He asked the passengers and the flight attendants to remain seated and keep their seat belts fastened.  Kara wasn't really a nervous flier but recognized the potentially bumpy flight as an opportunity for some fun with her seat-mates. She expected they were experienced fliers and wouldn't panic over a little turbulence. Their nonchalant attitude was encouraging. She put the magazine away and closed her eyes, pretending she was having to work at remaining calm.  The flight was relatively smooth for some time but then there was a strong jolt. Kara reached out on either side of her and grabbed onto the mens' legs. She pretended to be terrified and held her eyes tightly shut. With each bump she tightened her grip.  As the turbulence subsided, Kara opened her eyes and tried to discern their reactions. She still had both hands clamped firmly onto the strangers' legs. She looked first at one, then the other, and guessed they didn't mind. She turned to the man on her left, the one next to the aisle, and said, "I'm sorry for grabbing you. I was really scared."  "Don't worry about it," he said, "Whenever I fly with my wife, she holds onto my leg the whole flight. She somehow thinks it makes her safer. I'm used to it. Go ahead." The man on her right added, "I don't mind either, actually I kinda like it." He saw that Kara still had both hands clasped onto their thighs. His cock, only a couple inches from her hand, was already twitching. Kara noted the suggestive remark and could feel the twitching but pretended to not have noticed either. "Well," she said earnestly, "I'm counting on you guys to keep me safe until we get there." She gave each a gentle squeeze on the leg to seal the deal.  She had a pretty face, nice complexion and shoulder length hair. Kara shifted around in her seat, causing her skirt to creep up a bit more, offering a glimpse of her panties. She felt a stirring near where her hands still rested on their thighs and realized she was having the desired effect. She closed her eyes, willing them to keep looking at her bare legs.  The flight still had its rough spots and with each one, Kara's fingers moved a little higher on their legs. Her hands were so close to their cocks she could feel the heat. A rough male hand brushed against her bare thigh. The man on the aisle tried to make it seem accidental but Kara was sure it was not. She kept her eyes tightly closed, pretending not to notice, as first one, then the other, tentatively staked out a spot on her upper thighs.  Kara was a Freshman at the University of Texas in Austin. In the last year or so, she had become quite sexually liberated. She thoroughly enjoyed male attention and often went out of her way to invite it. She was on her way to South Padre Island for Spring Break and fully intended to have a good time. Kara felt her seat-mates' hands creep slowly higher, gently caressing her bare thighs. The guys had pushed her skirt even higher and were now almost touching her panties. She opened her eyes and looked dreamily at first one, then the other. Setting aside any remaining pretense, she slid down in her seat, letting her skirt ride up almost to the top of her panties and causing the hands to slide up her tanned thighs to the silky material between her legs. Her lips parted and her breath came faster.  With everyone belted in there was little possibility that anything they might do would be seen. The man on Kara's right, the one who had spoken so boldly to her at first, placed his fingers on the front of her panties and massaged her swollen pussy. Her hands, with a mind of their own, slid up the mens' legs until she felt their cocks. The man on her left, emboldened by her brazen touch, slid his fingers inside her panties and stroked her pussy lips. Kara hadn't really meant for things to go quite this far. She knew she should end it before it went any further, but she didn't really want to.  The decision got made for her. The Captain came on the loud speaker and asked the flight attendants to prepare for arrival. As they came through the cabin checking seat belts, tray tables and seat backs, Kara reluctantly pulled her skirt down, the three put their hands back in their own laps, and all acted like the strangers they were.  As the plane touched down and taxied to the gate, both men wanted to know if there was any way they could see her. Kara told them, "No, I'm just here for a few days and I've already got plans. But I really enjoyed this." Her face lit up encouragingly. "Maybe we'll meet again some day on another trip. If so, I'm looking forward to it." She gave each a peck on the cheek. ***** Tommy was waiting for Kara at the gate. (It was prior to "9/11" and people were still allowed to meet passengers at the gate.) He was looking forward to spending the next few days with her. Tommy had graduated from high school as the class valedictorian and most of his classmates would describe him as a geek. Not Kara though. For her beauty alone, Kara would have been one of the most sought after members of her class, but she was also one of the smartest. She had graduated second in the same class as Tommy. They had been next door neighbors for the last five years of their public school education and although they had been best friends during most of those years, it was not until after graduation that things had become sexual, even briefly romantic, between them. It may have been a tossup as to which of them was actually the smarter but when it came to sexual matters, Kara was the winner, hands down. As she exited the jet-way, Kara drew the attention of every male there and some of the females too. She wrapped her arms around Tommy and greeted him with a very wet and sexy kiss.  Tommy was just over six feet tall, had wavy black hair, a strong face and solid physique. And as Kara had confirmed, a package to die for.  Kara whispered in Tommy's ear, "I am so horny, I don't know if I can wait 'til we get to the island."  Tommy pushed Kara away from him. "I know what's got me horny," he said, licking his lips while giving Kara a once-over, "But what's your reason?" Kara took Tommy by the arm and put her face close to his. "Well, I know you would never even imagine that I could be so bad," Kara said, speaking as if confidentially, "But I got to teasing the guys I was sitting with..." She smiled a lascivious sort of smile. "And well I uh... just kinda got all worked up." Tommy was pretty sure there was more to this story he would like to hear, but he knew not to press for details. When Kara was ready to talk about it, she would. As they walked toward the airport entrance, Tommy turned to her and kissed her on the forehead. He looked down at his noticeable erection and whispered, "And in case you hadn't noticed, I want you too!" Kara pushed her face into his and said, "How about in the parking garage before we leave?" Tommy wasn't nearly the exhibitionist Kara was, but he knew how hot she would be with a risk of being seen, like in the parking garage. His cock twitched at the thought... if only he had come alone. He hadn't though and replied, "That would be great but Bill's with me and he's waiting at the curb with the car."  Bill was Tommy's cousin. He had met Kara last summer, a couple of weeks after she and Tommy had gotten involved. By that time though, Kara and Tommy had already realized that their relationship was probably more lust than love; they were 'best-friends' who were also 'fuck-buddies'. Kara flirted with and teased Bill while Tommy watched. As wild as Kara was, (the three of them had even gone skinny-dipping together), Bill considered Kara to be Tommy's 'girlfriend' and resigned himself to nothing more than a sexually playful friendship with her. "We could ride in the back," Kara suggested hopefully to Tommy.  In spite of the fact that Tommy and Kara had renounced any exclusivity between them, Tommy didn't think there was much they ought to be doing with his cousin in the car too. He realized however, that Kara might have other ideas; she had always been the more adventuresome of the two. Tommy agreed that the back-seat might be a possibility. Bill had the car parked in a no-standing zone, just outside the front door of the airport. The car was an old Cadillac Tommy's father had bought for use at the beach. Tommy opened the back-door, throwing Kara's carry-on across the seat and pushing Kara in behind it. As she slid in she said, "Hi Bill. We're going to ride in the back if you don't mind." "No complaints from me; I'm just the chauffeur. Hi, Kara," Bill said as Tommy climbed in.  "Just keep looking straight ahead," Tommy said sternly. "Yaaza boss," Bill panned as they pulled away from the curb. Tommy grabbed hold of Kara, putting his lips against hers and pushing his tongue into her mouth. He put a hand over the opening in the upper part of Kara's blouse, letting his fingers wander through and trace the softness of her breasts. Kara whispered in his ear, "Undo the buttons. I want to feel your hands all over me." Tommy looked to the front, confirming that Bill was indeed focused on the road ahead, then hastily undid the remaining buttons of Kara's blouse. He opened it, baring her tits to his hungry gaze. She closed her eyes and sighed as Tommy took one of them in his mouth and smothered the other with his hand.  Bill adjusted the rear-view mirror so he could see the action in the backseat. Kara opened her eyes to the mirror image of Bill's eyes darting rapidly between the road and what Tommy was doing with her breasts. It excited her to know that Bill was watching. Tommy put a hand under her skirt and ran his fingers over her wet panties. With her eyes still locked on Bill's image in the mirror, Kara breathlessly whispered to Tommy, "Take 'em off me." Tommy hesitated, not sure he wanted to do that with Bill there.  Kara however did not share his reservations. As Tommy again looked up to confirm that Bill was still facing forward, an impatient Kara reached down with both hands, lifted her skirt, pulled her panties off, wadded them into a ball and threw them into the front seat. Tommy registered amazement as Kara laughingly said to Bill, "Pay attention to your driving."  Kara turned back to Tommy, undid his belt, pulled his zipper down and yanked his shorts to his knees. She took his cock in her hand, straddled him, and rubbed the head of it against her pussy lips. Kara's fingers slid over Tommy's cock, spreading their combined juices over the length of it. Then she positioned it at her entrance and with a very audible, "Ohhh God," lowered herself onto it. Tommy buried his face in Kara's tits and grabbed hold of her ass with his hands. As they sped along the highway toward South Padre Island, Kara rode up and down on Tommy's shaft, oblivious to the looks they were getting from the surrounding traffic. Bill tried desperately to watch through the rear-view mirror but they were in the right-hand corner now and there wasn't much he could see. He could hear though and knew they were hard at it. He pulled his zipper down and freed his cock. He wrapped Kara's damp panties around it and jerked off while listening to the sounds coming from the back-seat. Kara and Tommy were so keyed up it wasn't long before both were moaning in ecstasy. While Tommy pumped his jism into Kara, Bill had his own climax and came all over Kara's panties. As the two in the back adjusted their clothes, Bill opened the front passenger window and threw Kara's cum-soaked undergarment to the side of the road.  "Is Bill staying on the boat with us," Kara asked as she straightened her clothes. "Yes, I talked him into coming with me. You don't mind do you," Tommy asked in reply. "No, of course not," Kara said cheerily, "But I think we better stop at a beachwear store, before we get to the boat. Is there one on the way?" "We don't really go past it, but there is one just a block or two out of the way... several actually," Tommy responded, "But what do you need?" "I thought I might have you help me pick out a new bikini. Since Bill's here he can help too." "Umh," said Bill, "That sounds like fun!" "Uh yeah," said Tommy quietly, not sure he really wanted to share this experience with Bill. "But..." "Well I've already lost a pair of panties and with Bill staying on the boat too, I ought to have something to wear." Kara's eyes lit up. She touched her lips with a finger. "Unless..." she said, drawing it out, "You want me to be really bad." Tommy thought about Kara being naked with Bill there too. His cock hardened at the thought. Then thinking more realistically he replied. "Uh no. We can stop." ***** They stopped at a shop that sold swim suits and other island type clothes. The summer season hadn't really started and Texas Week, the island's big Spring Break blowout, was still a few hours away. It was check-out, check-in day and tomorrow business would be booming, but today it was on the slow side. The only one in the store was the manager. He was more than twice their age, at least in his forties and probably married, but none of that prevented him from salivating over the sight of Kara as she entered his store.  Kara had several bikinis at home but had not brought any with her. She wanted a real show stopper. Toward the end of last summer, after Tommy had gotten somewhat used to Kara's preference for skimpy clothes, he had said, 'If you got it, flaunt it. If you don't got it, flaunt it even more.' Kara was pretty sure Tommy had intended the 'If you got it,' part to apply to her – at least she hoped that was the case - but even if it wasn't - she was still planning to tease and show off. She was so into that she could almost orgasm from that alone. Under the manager's watchful eye, Kara, with the help of Bill and Tommy, looked over the assortment and found a string type that would certainly raise eyebrows. It was the kind men liked and other women hated. Imagining what she might look like wearing it, Bill assured Kara that it was perfect. "Why don't you try it on," he suggested. Tommy easily saw through the suggestion. He knew Bill was anxious to see Kara in a bikini. That had been a good bit of the reason Bill had agreed to come along – that Kara was coming too and would likely spend most of the week in a bikini, maybe even less. Early last summer, when Bill had visited and met Kara for the first time, Tommy had serious reservations about Kara's exhibitionist tendencies. Now though, in spite of the fact that some of her actions still made him nervous, he did find her boldness exciting. Sometimes he even encouraged it. Tommy was all for having Kara parade around the store in that skimpy bikini and he could tell by the expression on her face that she was also anxious to accept Bill's suggestion. There was a problem though. He turned to Kara and whispered, "They're probably not going to let you try it on without panties." The manager overheard Tommy's remark. He spoke to both of them. "Don't let that worry you." He was as anxious as Bill to have her model it. "I wouldn't expect you to buy it without trying it on."  Tommy had been right, Kara wanted the guys to see it too. She thought though that Tommy had been trying to stop her. She stuck her tongue out at him and turned toward the changing room. When Kara came out, Tommy and Bill were standing with the manager. She was excited. On the beach, wearing a bikini, even one as skimpy as this, would seem natural, but in the store with just the three guys, Kara felt she was being at least a little bad.  Being nearly naked in front of them was exciting. True, Bill, and of course Tommy, had seen her naked before, but the store manager was a complete stranger. Kara was turned on by the appreciative stares and quickly shed any sense of embarrassment. She teasingly rubbed her hands on her breasts, pushed them together and addressed the store manager, "Don't you think this would look better if it didn't have quite so much material?" Tommy surprised Kara with his reaction. "I agree," he said." If Tommy had felt any concern over Bill or the store manager seeing Kara with so much exposed, it had been erased by the enthusiasm she showed as she modeled it for them. Kara pranced through the store in the already tiny bikini, looking for an even more revealing one. Finding what she thought would do, she hastened to the changing room to try it on. When Kara stepped out, three jaws dropped.  The 'suit' was nothing more than four small triangles of cloth held together by strings. There were suggestive amounts of bare flesh exposed on all sides of the little pieces of cloth that served as a top, it being in all likelihood a size smaller than it should be to accommodate Kara's breasts. No one would have described the bottom as modest either. It was so small that even though Kara pulled it up as high as it would go, it still left the top-most part of her butt-crack showing and barely covered her 'landing-strip'. Kara turned first one way then the other, basking in the attention she was getting from the guys. Tommy, his cousin and the manager, all looked at Kara as if she was naked. She felt as if she was too and loved it. "You know," Kara coyly said to the store manager, "This bikini would be even sexier if it didn't have a lining. Am I going to have to cut the lining out, or do you have something similar without one?" The manager licked his lips. "I think I've got a white one in that style and size... if you don't mind changing colors," he offered hopefully. Kara's eyes sparkled. "Oh yeah, and I'd like white even better, especially if it doesn't have a lining." The manager walked off and returned shortly with the white suit in his hand. As he handed it to Kara he suggested, "You might want to try it on."  Kara was pretty sure he just wanted to see her in it, but she liked the way he, as well as Tommy and Bill, were so obviously enjoying her near nakedness, she went to the changing room and put it on. Kara looked in the mirror before opening the door. Like the blue one she had just been wearing, the white one didn't cover much, and now without a lining, there was a lot showing through the thin fabric. There was even a faint hint of camel-toe between her legs. Kara opened the door to three very appreciative looks. If she wondered how good she looked, the bulges in their pants answered the question. Tommy whistled softly and told the manager the suit was a keeper.  Watching the tents grow in their shorts was causing all sorts of wild thoughts to run through Kara's head. She returned quickly to the changing room before she stained the bikini. While Kara put her regular clothes on, Tommy paid for the purchase. They quickly left the store and headed to the car.  At the car, Bill climbed behind the wheel as Tommy and Kara slid into the back. "And you thought I was going to be bad... but I wasn't, was I," Kara asked. When neither Bill nor Tommy said anything, she added, "Well, maybe a little." Tommy pressed his lips against Kara's. She had buttoned the blouse but left it on the outside of her skirt. As they pulled away from the store, one of Tommy's hands went under the blouse, the other under her skirt. One hand toyed with her nipples, the other closed on her moist pussy lips.  The rapid breathing in the back assaulted Bill's senses. He craned his neck, trying without success to get a glimpse of what was transpiring in the back seat. Kara put her hand inside Tommy's shorts and wrapped her fingers around his cock. He pressed a couple of fingers into her and worked them in and out. Even before they had traveled the short distance to the marina, Kara was cumming.  ***** The boat they were staying on was a forty-one foot sailboat, owned by Tommy's father. During his last two years of high school, Tommy's father had taught him how to handle the boat. His father had given permission for Tommy and his cousin to stay on it, and use it, during Spring Break. Tommy hadn't told his father that Kara would be staying on the boat also. Tommy, Bill and Kara were crowded into a u-shaped dining booth in the center of the boat. It was late Sunday night, thirty-six hours after Kara's arrival. They had returned early from an island night club where, because they were all under the legal drinking age, they had been limited to soft drinks. Although it was now well after midnight, they were still playing a drinking game as an excuse for doing shots of tequila. The three were dressed as they had been at the club, the guys in board shorts and jerseys, Kara in ragged cutoffs and ripped sweat shirt. Bill left the table to visit the head. "Why don't you get dressed for bed," Tommy suggested after Bill was gone. "I was kind of wanting to play this game some more. I'm just beginning to get a nice buzz." "I didn't mean for you to quit the game. Just get ready for bed, then come back." Kara offered a puzzled look. "Let me see if I understand. You want me to keep playing the game but I'm wearing too many clothes, even though your cousin's here? That doesn't sound like the Tommy I know." He grinned. "So maybe I'm catching up with you. Maybe I'm kinda liking the way you tease." Kara didn't have to be begged; she got up and headed for the aft state-room. A couple of minutes after she had disappeared up the companionway, Bill came out of the head. "Kara gone to bed?" he asked. "Nah, just changing clothes. She'll be right back." "Whatsa matter. You getting protective again. Don't want her sitting around with no underwear when I'm here?" "Uh, that's not quite it..." Tommy replied as Kara returned.  "Tada," she chimed, clasping her hands over her head in a 'look at me' pose as she approached the table. Bill had been fiddling with a deck of cards. He looked up and froze. "Uh yeah..." was all he could get out. Kara was wearing one of Tommy's t-shirts. It was long enough to just barely hide her panties, if she had been wearing any. Their cocks hardened in their shorts as Tommy and Bill realized there was nothing under the t-shirt. Kara lowered her hands to her sides. "One of you is going to have to get up to let me back into my seat." Kara had previously been sitting in the 'u' of the horseshoe shaped dinette, Bill and Tommy on either side. Tommy made no effort to get up, leaving Bill to make the offer. Bill got up. Grabbing Kara by the hand, he pushed her toward the seat. Continuing to hold her hand, he lowered her into the booth, trying unsuccessfully for a peek under the front edge of a shirt so short it wouldn't even go under her butt. Kara broke free of Bill's grasp and carelessly skooched her bare butt along the seat to where she had been sitting. Kara looked up at Bill as he slid into the booth behind her. "Didn't see anything, did ya," she asked. "Uh... just some gorgeous bare legs and a couple of bumps in a t-shirt," Bill responded with a lecherous grin. Kara put on a pout. "Bumps, huh. So now they're just bumps." "I wasn't talking about your uh..." "Tits. You can call em tits," Kara said grinning. "Tits, right, but that wasn't what I was talking about. I was..." "Oh you mean my nipples," Kara said excitedly as she pinched them through the t-shirt. "I guess they do make bumps when they get hard. You don't care do you?" Kara had turned toward Bill and jutted her chest out. Her eyes were wide. "Hey you two," Tommy jumped in loudly. "What say we get back to playing the game." "Your cousin though..." Kara protested as she turned to Tommy, "I think he's coming on to me." It was obvious from the look on her face that she wasn't really concerned. "Yeah, well," Tommy replied to Kara, "And it's not okay for him to tease a little too?" There was a momentary pause, but no reply. "So whose turn is it," he asked. They continued to play for thirty minutes or so, Kara fooling with the hem of the t-shirt and the guys watching every move she made. After Kara lost a couple of rounds, each time taking a shot as the penalty, she called a halt. "I'm going to have to go to bed guys. I just can't do any more." "Me too," said Tommy, "Let's call it a night." Bill could have watched Kara all night. Wouldn't have mattered to him how much he had to drink. He didn't argue though. He quickly got up, hoping Kara would come out his side of the table. At the edge of the seat she looked into his eyes as she took his hand, letting him help her up. Bill was looking back, but not at her eyes. He was looking somewhat lower. Kara pushed Bill toward the aft end of the boat, putting him in the narrow space between the booth and a bench type couch that was opposite. As Kara squeezed past him on her way to the aft state-room, she faced him, brushing her t-shirt covered tits across his chest and dragging her mid-section against his erection. After Kara passed, Bill stepped back into the galley area, affording Tommy clear passage toward the aft state-room. The boat had been built for cruising and had an abundance of accommodations. It had two private state-rooms, one fore and one aft, each providing reasonable comfort for a couple. In the midsection was a full galley and the previously mentioned dining booth and couch, each of which converted into a sleeping area for two, although the two would have to be very friendly with each other. For four though, three in this case, it really was quite suitable. Bill had the forward v-birth to himself, but instead of retiring there he returned to the booth, sat down, poured himself another shot; then turned out the light.  The aft state-room was ten feet or so down a narrow companionway from the living/dining/galley area. It was sufficiently removed from the rest of the below-decks area that it wasn't really necessary to close the door in order to have privacy. Even if someone were sitting on the couch, they would only see the foot of the bed.  Kara had lain down on top of the bed covers. She was still wearing the t-shirt. Tommy crawled across the bed and plopped himself down next to her. He hadn't undressed yet, the light was still on and the door was left open. Tommy turned and pressed his lips against Kara's. Her willing mouth opened and his tongue slithered between her lips.  As they played tongue tag, Kara's hand, the one between them, groped the front of Tommy's shorts and locked onto the bulge it found there. He laid a hand on one of her bare legs, gently caressing the inner thigh. He knew she wasn't wearing panties under the t-shirt but stopped at the hem of the shirt, teasing her with anticipation. Kara's reaction was urgent. She hastily undid Tommy's shorts, yanking the snap apart and jerking the zipper down. Her hand shot under the elastic of his briefs and gripped his cock. Tommy's head flew up, breaking the kiss. "My god girl, what has gotten into you? Slow down, I'll do it. I'll get 'em off." Using both hands he pushed his shorts and briefs down, then kicked them off his feet. He grabbed his jersey and yanked it over his head. "And since you're so anxious, you need to be getting that t-shirt off too," he admonished, "I'm ready to feel that hot body against me." As Kara ripped the t-shirt off and tossed it aside, Tommy roughly pinched her nipples, then ran his hand down her stomach and buried it between her legs. He rubbed on her pussy lips and flicked her clit. Kara wrapped herself around him and grabbed hold of his cock. Bill heard the comments and was sure they were about to get it on. This wasn't going to be quite as good as watching them from the upstairs window had been last summer, 'But Christ... Kara, sitting there between us in nothing but a t-shirt? ...and then rubbing up against me? Holy Shit, that Tommy is one lucky son-of-a-bitch!' Bill took his cock out. He wasn't hearing much of anything – an occasional sigh or moan was all – but he was already plenty hard. He stroked lightly, waiting for the sounds of action. Tommy and Kara had dialed it back but continued to gently tease each other and plant suggestive kisses on one another. "For having been so anxious you're certainly being quiet now," said Tommy. "Whatcha thinkin' about?" "I was thinking about Bill and how crude it was for Julie to ditch him like she did." On Saturday night, a few hours after Kara's arrival, Tommy, Kara and Bill had run into Julie at one of the more popular Spring Break night clubs. Kara and Julie had been sorority sisters in high school. Julie went to a different college though and they hadn't seen each other since the summer. There was an almost immediate chemistry between Bill and Julie and Julie had surprised them all by spending the night on the boat with Bill. In the morning she had joined Kara on deck for an early cup of coffee. Julie gushed to Kara over how much fun she'd had. She talked about how wonderful Bill was, wavy hair, movie star face, broad shoulders, washboard stomach, great buns, fantastic in bed and on and on. Then she dropped the bomb. Julie said she had a thing going with a guy she met in college who was arriving later that day. She would be spending the rest of the week with him. Julie was gone before Bill got out of bed.  "I feel sorry for Bill," Kara said. "And I do too," said Tommy, "but there's nothing we can do." While Tommy continued to massage her pussy and kiss her breasts, Kara thought about that afternoon on the boat.  They had gone sailing. Kara lay face down on the deck of the boat in that nothing bikini they had bought on Saturday. She undid the strings to the top. She was soaking up the sun and thinking how shitty it was for Julie to disappear like she had and leave Bill alone.  After a time, Kara wanted to turn over and sun the other side. She considered leaving her top off, but with the guys in the cockpit only a few feet away, especially with Bill being alone, it didn't seem quite appropriate. When she reached behind to re-tie her top though, Tommy surprised her by suggesting she leave it off. Kara had really wanted to leave it off and as long as Tommy was encouraging her, she was going to do it. She hesitated momentarily for effect, then rolled over and closed her eyes as if embarrassed. It should have bothered her, but didn't. After all, she had gotten naked in the pool when Bill had visited during the summer. And just yesterday she had made love to Tommy while Bill was driving. Bill had probably already seen more of her than he would now. Out on the open water though, with the sun shining and two guys staring at her bare tits – it was definitely exciting. She opened her eyes and sat up. Kara was still topless and Bill was looking right at her. She saw that he had a serious erection. Just knowing that someone wanted her that bad caused her nipples to harden and her pussy to get damp. It was a real turn-on to have Bill staring at her nearly naked body. And then again tonight, wearing nothing but a t-shirt while playing that drinking game with Tommy and Bill.  As much as Kara liked Bill's attention, she knew she was being at least moderately bad, teasing him the way she was. As Tommy sucked on Kara's nipples she felt them harden. 'Is it from Tommy's attention or thinking about Bill staring at them?' Kara liked the thought of Bill watching.  She imagined Bill was standing beside the bed as Tommy continued his ministrations. Kara took hold of Tommy's cock and spread the pre-cum over it's length. Between her thoughts and the reality, Kara was dripping with desire. She urged Tommy between her legs, positioning the head of his cock at her entranceway. A small cry escaped her lips as Tommy thrust into her. Kara's mouth hung open in a silent scream as Tommy repeatedly drove into her, punctuating each stroke with his own groan of delight. Seated in the darkened galley, Bill hung on every sound, imagining Kara's gorgeous body wrapped around him with his cock buried in her velvety pussy. Hearing her and his cousin reach the height of their pleasure, he stroked faster, bringing on his own climax. The boat went quiet as the excitement drained from his body. Some minutes later he dragged himself into the v-birth and fell asleep. ***** Kara was the first to awaken on Monday morning. She and Tommy fell asleep shortly after making love the night before and they were both without clothes. Kara got up and wrapped a beach towel around her, tying it on the left side, under her arm and below her hip. Even though she was bare underneath, the towel was substantial enough to modestly cover her. She went to the galley to fix breakfast.  Kara made coffee and toasted bagels before waking Tommy and Bill. Bleary eyed and still half-asleep, the men struggled into their long baggy swim trunks before stumbling into the galley. They joined Kara in the eating nook near the center of the boat.  Although feeling in need of a shower, Kara thought it was kinda sexy to be eating breakfast with two guys while wearing nothing but a towel. Unfortunately, at least in her mind, Kara was the only one who knew how little she was wearing. The guys were too wasted to notice there was no bikini string around her neck.  It had rained during the night and the boat was damp, however the morning sun was bright and while they were eating it heated up fast. Whether from love-making or the muggy weather, by the time they finished breakfast, they wanted to clean up.  The boat did have two showers, but as with most boats of that size, the showers weren't comfortable and no-one used them unless absolutely necessary. Fortunately, being at dock-side, they could use the marina's showers, an option they all considered preferable.  Tommy, Bill and Kara went topside and jumped across to the dock. They had picked up soap and bath towels but remained dressed as they had been at breakfast. Kara was still wearing a beach towel and so far was the only one who knew she was naked under it.  Even though it was Spring Break, it was early and the marina was still deserted. Even without anyone around, being in a public place in only a towel raised Kara's excitement level and with the excitement came daring. As they walked to the bathhouse Kara said, "I don't really want to go in the women's side by myself; I'd rather go in the men's side with you two."  "I think we might like that, but what if someone else's in there?" Tommy asked.  "You check first, and if someone comes in after we're there, I'll just have to deal with it."  "Kara," Tommy said patiently, "there are no shower stalls, just several shower heads against the wall, and the trunks are going to come off. I suppose you could leave your bikini on if you want, but Bill and I are going to be naked."  Tommy was on Kara's left. She undid the knot below her hip and opened the towel to Tommy's gaze. He probably shouldn't have been, but he was still shocked when he saw she wasn't wearing anything under it. As Kara re-knotted the towel she said, "I wasn't concerned about nudity."  Tommy turned toward Bill as they arrived at the bathhouse. "I'm going to make sure it's empty, if so, Kara's coming in with us. You okay with that?"  "Sure," Bill said. "Of course."  Tommy went inside, then came to the door and motioned Kara and Bill in. As Tommy had said, there were no shower stalls or curtains. The shower room had four shower heads along one wall and a couple of wooden benches opposite.  Tommy knew by now that Kara wasn't wearing anything but Bill expected at least a bikini. Kara dropped her towel and went to one of the middle showers. Her complete nudity stunned Bill. He felt like he should turn away but he was mesmerized. The sight of Kara naked caused his dick to harden. Without taking his eyes off her, and with considerable difficulty caused by his physical state, Bill stripped off his trunks and stepped under the shower to her left. Tommy watched Kara and delighted in the effect she was having on his cousin. He pulled his trunks down, exposing his semi-erect cock, and got under the shower on Kara's right.  Kara's nipples became firm and her pussy was moist, not just from the shower either. Being naked with two men watching at close range was a considerable turn-on. Yes, she'd been topless on the boat the previous day, and she'd even taken off all of her clothes when the three were swimming last summer, but being watched up close like this was still a thrill.  As they adjusted their showers, Kara turned first toward Bill, then toward Tommy. Satisfied they were watching, she looked down and soaped her breasts, rubbing the soap bar across her nipples until they became hard. Continuing to look toward the floor, she put the soap between her legs and rubbed it against her pussy until she was thoroughly engorged. As she rinsed herself off she snuck a peek to either side to see that her show had produced the desired effect.  Tommy put his hand around his rod to soap his erection, but Kara playfully said, "Let me do that." Kara stepped over to face him. She still had the bar of soap in her hands and stood with her back to the wall, affording Bill a profile view. She soaped Tommy's rigid shaft, then rinsed it off and gave it a sloppy kiss on the head before returning to her own shower. Kara glanced at Bill - this last part had been too much - his cock was throbbing.  For the second time in as many days, Tommy surprised her. "Hey, what about Bill?" he asked. Tommy wasn't sure how he felt about Kara touching his cousin's cock; he wasn't even sure she would do it. Bill's face was painted with nervous anticipation and Kara licked her lips like she might want to do it. Both looked at Tommy - he nodded his acquiescence. This was more than any of them could have imagined. Bill had dreamed of Kara since meeting her in early summer. Now she was right next to him, wearing no clothes, and he was about to feel her hands on his cock. He expected to explode as soon as she touched him but he told himself it would be worth the embarrassment.  Tommy was excited but couldn't sort out his true feelings. He liked having Bill drool over Kara, even liked Bill watching while Kara played with his cock, but he quivered with uncertainty at the prospect of Kara touching Bill's cock. He hoped she didn't like it too much.  For Kara, having men look at her when she was naked was a major turn on. It was especially hot when she could tease them further like she just had with the soap, and see their erections grow in response. Recently she found she liked men touching her and had also learned it was especially exciting to be watched while having sex. Touching Tommy's cock with Bill watching was thrilling, but after all Tommy was, sort of anyway, her boyfriend. What would it be like to have her hands on Bill's cock while Tommy watched?  Kara took the bar of soap and leaned against the wall under Bill's shower as she lathered her hands. Bill faced her with the water pouring over his head. Kara gently wrapped her soapy hands around his cock. Her legs went rubbery as the excitement surged through her. Bill twitched at the feel of her hands on his dick but didn't shoot his wad as expected. He moved his hips back and forth, slowly fucking Kara's hands. Tommy watched and felt sensations he had never known before.  Everyone was at their limit. It was about to get out of hand and only Kara could stop it. She shoved Bill under the shower and rinsed the soap off. Then she pushed him away and turned abruptly to her own shower. She knew she had been bad. And she had nearly lost it. She stood there and let the water pour over her as she thought about what had almost happened.  Bill couldn't believe how close he'd been to an orgasm or how badly he wanted Kara. He stumbled from the shower, picked up his towel and collapsed on the bench.  Tommy wasn't sure what to think either. It wasn't as if he and Kara were in a committed relationship though. Part of him had wanted her to continue, but another part wasn't so sure. It had been exciting though, probably more so than any time previously in his life. ***** Around ten that night, Tommy and Kara were dancing in one the island's more traditional night clubs. It was a place where the band actually played belly-rubbing type music, but wasn't so loud you had to shout over it. Although themed for an older crowd, at this time of year the revelers were mostly Spring Breakers. "You're not wearing underwear," Tommy whispered as his hands wandered over Kara's flimsy attire. "Surprised?" she asked with a cheshire cat type grin. "I guess not really," Tommy allowed, "But what you are wearing is also pretty thin." Kara felt she needed to defend herself. "Yeah, but the dance floor is dark, and we are at the beach, so I would imagine I'm not the only one being a little more daring than I might at home." "Oh, don't get me wrong, I do love it," Tommy said, caressing her butt through the thin brown silk. "I was just thinking though..." "Thinking? Thinking what?" Kara replied, enjoying the feel of Tommy's hands. "Well uh, Bill and Paul are with us and they haven't hooked up with any girls yet... so I kinda thought you might dance with them some." "And..." "You know, the way you're dressed and all... I just wasn't sure how you'd feel about it. I mean you did get kind of wild with Bill and me in the shower this morning, but you hardly know Paul." Kara stopped dancing and looked into Tommy's eyes. As she did so, she undid the two lower buttons on the blouse. "I'm okay with it," she teased, "That is, if you are too." Tommy stepped back and gave Kara a thorough once-over. Her legs were bare, the shorts were really short with big leg holes, the shorts and blouse were tissue thin and her nipples poked out prominently. Kara parted the blouse where she had just unbuttoned it, exposing her midriff, all the way to her belly-button. Tommy gulped as he looked at the expanse of skin. "Yeah, hell yes I'm okay with it. As long as you don't mind finding me with a hardon every time you come off the dance floor." Kara wrapped her hand around the bulge in Tommy's shorts. A smile crossed her lips. "You mean like now? Not as long as I get to do something about it later." Kara played with Tommy's cock until the song ended. At the table, without even sitting down, Kara grabbed Paul's arm and pulled him toward the dance floor. "Come dance with me," she said. Paul stumbled slightly as he was pulled out of his seat. Bent over in feigned reluctance, he allowed himself to be dragged to the dance floor. When Tommy, Kara and Bill had started out the evening, it had been just the three of them. Originally they had been looking for a girl to make it a foursome. In the previous club though, instead of finding a girl for Bill, they had run into Paul, a classmate of Tommy's. They had invited him to join them. Now they were looking for two girls. The plan was to have a couple more drinks, then go for a night sail. At least that was the intention, but so far, even though they had come across several girls that were known to one or another of them, they had not been successful at getting any to join up for the sail. Paul had just met Kara. Yeah, it was hard to take his eyes off her – killer body and dressed like she wanted to show it off - but he didn't really know what to expect on the dance floor. She was here with Tommy so he figured he better be careful. He put his arms around her waist. She put her arms around his neck. He tried halfheartedly to keep a respectable space between them but Kara had other ideas. The more his erection grew, the more Kara pressed herself into it. As the song ended, Paul surprised Kara, himself too, by leading her from the dance floor. It had been a real turn-on, having her rub up against him but he was afraid if he continued, he would get into trouble. As they sat down, Paul said, "It's probably just as well that we haven't found anyone. Lisa, my girlfriend, is here too." Everyone looked at him in surprise. He continued, "She wasn't feeling so hot so she's back at the condo. She's probably already asleep but I should be getting back there anyway. I really shouldn't even be thinking about going sailing with you guys."  Tommy had never seen Paul quit before midnight. He was the original party animal and Tommy had never known him to be concerned about what Lisa thought either. Still, she had come to the island with him and he did seem genuinely concerned about how she felt. So maybe there was more to it than he thought. Paul finished his drink and left. It was after 11:00 and it was, once again, just Bill, Kara and Tommy. Kara got up and went to the ladies' room. When she returned, another of the bottom buttons on her blouse was undone, also an extra one at the top. Only the button near the bottom of her breasts was still holding the blouse together. Even though she was a top student and generally serious about the things she did, Tommy had also seen that Kara could get pretty crazy. Although he had been a little slow to come around to it, he did now like this side of her. Kara showing off and dancing and flirting with his cousin and friends was a real turn on, especially when like tonight, she was so obviously having fun too. Tommy turned to Bill. "Dance with her."  Bill gave Tommy a kind of bewildered type of look. Kara grabbed Bill's hand and tugged him toward the dance floor. "C'mon," she said, "You heard him. Let's go." For the next hour or so, Kara alternated dances between Tommy and his cousin. She was on fire. No matter which one she was dancing with she insisted on having their hands under the hem of her shorts, playing with her bare butt. She rubbed her midsection against their erections and sometimes traced her fingers across the front of their shorts. The top button of Kara's shorts even 'accidentally' came undone. Around midnight, when they still hadn't found anyone for Bill, Kara suggested the three of them should go sailing anyway. Considering how little Kara was wearing and the way she had been acting, Tommy and Bill enthusiastically agreed. They left the bar and headed for the marina.  ***** While Bill and Tommy were getting the boat out of the slip, Kara disappointed them by saying she was going below to change clothes. Their spirits were rejuvenated however when she came back on deck wearing the skimpy bikini she bought the first day. With the sun down and even a slight chill in the air, Kara's choice of attire announced loudly, 'It's play-time!'  Considering how she looked - tiny white bikini, no lining - Tommy had trouble keeping his mind on sailing. With Bill's help though, he did get them through the cut and into the Gulf. It was a beautiful night, stars overhead, three to five foot swells and enough breeze to make for a great sail. In spite of how she was dressed, Kara sat quietly to one side. Even when Bill sat next to her, she remained dignified - that is, if it is possible to be dignified while wearing so little. Once they were clear of the jetties, Kara got up, saying she was going to the bow and enjoy the light spray. She rapidly became dripping wet, but seemed to be enjoying herself in spite of the dampness and night air.  Kara turned and called for Tommy to come up to the bow and sit with her. Even though he wasn't anxious to get wet himself, Kara's wet and almost naked body looked so enticing he could not refuse. Bill took over the helm as Tommy crawled over the deck.  Kara was facing forward, her legs dangling over the bow. Tommy sat behind her with his back to Bill, his legs stretched along each side of her. He put his arms around her wet waist and urged her back against him. Tommy kissed her neck and cupped his hands over her breasts. Kara whispered, "You can take it off if you want." Tommy didn't have to be told twice. He hastily untied the strings and removed the damp top. For several minutes they played in the ocean spray, Tommy's hands gliding over the wet contours of Kara's tits, along her dripping thighs and between her legs, while Kara massaged the bulge in the front of Tommy's shorts.  He was ready to do it right there but Kara reminded him, "We're ignoring Bill." Tommy looked at her like a kid who had gotten caught with his hand in the cookie jar. He picked up Kara's top and offered it to her, asking though, "You think you really need to put this back on?" Kara looked toward the cockpit and Bill. "Not unless you think I should." She held a finger against her lip, watching Tommy's reaction. "Well uh... it'd be okay with me if you left it off... and I'm pretty sure Bill would like it too." Kara stared briefly at him, trying to read what was in his mind, then turned toward the cockpit. Tommy followed, her top still clutched in his hand. They made their way to the cockpit, Kara wearing nothing but the tiny string bottom of her bikini. Tommy dropped Kara's top on the floor of the cockpit as they sat down on one of the side benches, leaving Bill standing at the helm, surprised, but pleasantly so, by Kara's brazenness.  Bill knew Kara was pretty much of an exhibitionist, and it certainly wasn't the first time he'd seen her topless. Before though, there had always been some sort of excuse for her to show off her near perfect tits. This time, there was none. Bill's imagination went wild. Still he did his best not stare as the three of them carried on a conversation devoid of any mention of Kara's bare breasts.  Tommy 'accidentally' brushed an arm against one of Kara's naked breasts. He offered an excuse but Kara blew it off. As they continued the busy talk, Tommy put his arm around Kara's shoulders. His hand dropped to one of her breasts. Kara leaned against him, making her body more accessible. Except for an occasional sharp intake of breath, she pretended not to notice Tommy's hands playing with her tits. Bill kept his eyes looking forward.  A lull came in the conversation. Kara turned and kissed Tommy; then rubbed her hand across the front of his shorts. She looked at Bill. Although he was pretending to ignore things, Kara could tell he was really watching. She winked at him, then turned and got on top of Tommy, facing and straddling him. Brushing her bare tits against him, she gave Tommy a wet sexy kiss with her mouth full open, inviting his tongue to enter her. Tommy drove his tongue into her mouth while sliding a hand inside her bikini bottom. Kara was sopping wet, and not just from the ocean spray. He pummeled her already erect clitoris, then put his other hand in and slid a finger into her dripping pussy. Kara arched her back and drew Tommy's head into her breasts. Hoarsely she urged, "Undo the ties." Tommy looked at Bill who quickly looked away. Still looking in his direction, Tommy put his mouth to Kara's ear and quietly asked, "Are you sure?" Kara looked into Tommy's eyes which were quite obviously focused on Bill. It wasn't as if she had never been seen naked by Bill. That morning in the shower he had even seen her kiss the head of Tommy's dick. "Yes, I'm sure," she declared. Tommy looked again at Bill who was no longer making a secret of his interest. Tommy put his lips to Kara's ear and whispered quietly, "With what you are sitting on, you have to know that I'm all for it." He undid the ties. As the flimsy material dropped away he clarified, "I just wanted to be sure it was what you wanted too." As confirmation, Kara lifted up and ripped the bikini bottom from under her. She was astride Tommy, wearing nothing. Tommy's hands roamed over her naked flesh, playing with her ass, her tits and her pussy. He still had his clothes on, but that was not about to deter Kara. She pulled his cock out of his shorts and rubbed the head of it against her bare pussy.  Tommy looked up. Bill had a hand buried in his shorts. Tommy had never been watched before, at least not that he knew of, but sensing Kara's rapidly building excitement he knew he wanted to be. He gripped her ass in his hands and lifted, the lips of her pussy sliding against his cock. Kara reached between them and pushed the head of it into her. A low moan escaped her lips as Tommy lowered her onto his dick. As his balls pressed against her, she threw her arms around him and sucked his tongue into her mouth. Kara's back arched; her head snapped back; she grabbed the back of Tommy's head, pulling his lips to her breasts. As she rode Tommy's cock she turned her head toward Bill. Seeing the movement of his hand in his shorts, she put her finger between her lips, sucked on it and managed to say between thrusts, "I know... I'm being really bad... but you don't care do you." Bill's head swiveled from side to side as he stroked faster. Hearing Kara's voice, Tommy looked up, his face flushed and twisted from exertion. "Huh," he eked out, a moment before the first of the sperm shot from his cock. Overcome with his climax he shouted "Yes! Yes! Yes!" Kara's body snapped forward, smothering Tommy's face in her tits. She tried to explain. "I was just uh... uh..." but with Tommy's cock pulsing within her and his cum flooding her pussy, she instead screamed out, "Oh shit!" and thrust her hips against Tommy's as the excitement burst within her. She wrapped her arms around Tommy's head and slid her pussy up and down his cock, sucking all of his cum into her. Then rolling off, she splayed herself on the bench seat, her ass on the edge, her feet spread apart on the floor of the cockpit and her shoulders against the gunwales. She tossed her long brown hair over her shoulder and closed her eyes, allowing her feverish breathing to subside. Tommy tucked his cock into his shorts and buttoned up. Although his breathing was still anything but normal, he struggled to his feet. Looking at Bill whose rate of breathing was also somewhat elevated, he said, "I can take it if you want to sit down for a bit." Bill looked longingly at Kara, naked and with a freshly fucked look about her. Nodding, he took his hand out of his shorts and passed the helm to Tommy. Weak-kneed, he plopped down on the side bench, next to Kara. Her eyes opened. She looked as Bill's eyes shifted rapidly between her heaving tits and dripping pussy. Kara looked at Tommy. "Pretty bad, huh," she offered. "Actually, I kinda liked it," he replied with a look of satisfaction. Motioning toward Bill he added, "And it doesn't look as if he thought it was too bad either." Kara turned her head to Bill. Her eyes locked on the sizable tent in his shorts which he was making no attempt to hide. Kara surprised both of them by wrapping her hand around the protrusion. Then speaking to Bill she purred, "I guess you did kind of like it." Bill nodded cautiously. Kara shot a look at Tommy, wondering what he thought about her hand being on the front of his cousin's shorts. Surprised, but also thinking it might be fun to see what Kara had in mind, Tommy nodded almost imperceptibly. With her eyes still fixed on Tommy, Kara unbuttoned and unzipped Bill's shorts. She took his cock out and wrapped her hand around the bare shaft. Tommy's expression did not vary. Kara turned her attention to Bill. To a smattering of grunts and groans she stroked his cock. Bill brushed his hand along her naked thighs, coming to rest on her glistening pussy lips. Turning again toward Tommy, Kara saw his head moving slowly side to side. Turning hastily back to Bill she pleaded, "Please no, I'm still sore." Kara had thought it necessary to lie. As Bill withdrew, Kara took hold of his balls with one hand and stroked his cock vigorously with the other. Bill's breath came faster; his cock pulsed and his cum shot into the air. Kara, conscious of Bill's sudden sensitivity, shifted to a slower and more gentle stroke, grinning as rope after rope of his cum shot forth. Bill's cock went limp in Kara's hand. She got up and stepped over to where Tommy was standing at the helm. She pressed her naked body against him and gave him a quick kiss. "You really have changed," she whispered. With her finger under Tommy's chin, forcing him to look into her eyes, she added, "Being bad, isn't really so bad, is it." She turned to go below, but winked at Bill before dropping from sight.

Kristy byBobbieKayeCutie© Kristy Ch. 01: Kristy the Sorority Girl This is the first of four fictional stories inspired by my beautiful exhibitionist sister Kristy. These are exactly the kinds of adventures she may have had in real life. No sex in this story, that comes later. *** Kristy Spencer didn't really understand why it was so important to her Aunt Shari that she pledge the Epsilon Nu Gamma Sorority. Aunt Shari told Kristy that she was a "legacy," meaning that because she had belonged to the sorority, Kristy was almost certainly going to be allowed to pledge. To Kristy, it just wasn't a big deal. Besides, her sister Bobbie Kaye never joined this sorority, or any other. But Kristy loved her aunt, and she was happy for this chance to please her. So she'd gone through all the various processes, filled out endless forms, undergone background checks, and endured multiple interviews, and she'd been tentatively approved. Sister Darla, the current president of ENG, seemed to like Kristy well enough, which hadn't hurt any, and the fact that Darla's mother had been friends with Aunt Shari was also a plus. Kristy's application had been declined her first year at the university, her lack of enthusiasm perhaps a little too obvious. She'd also failed to inform the sorority that she was a legacy, and therefore all but automatically entitled to membership. This year, however, she provided the evidence that Aunt Shari had been a Sister in the organization, and that was enough to help her get this far. Three obstacles remained. Monday, the first day of classes, was also the opening of Hell Week. If Kristy survived whatever was going to happen to her then, there was supposed to be a coed party at the sorority house on Saturday night, during which there would be some sort of task to complete. Then the following Sunday, one week away, was the initiation. *** It was Sunday afternoon, the day before classes were to begin, and Kristy was sitting in her dorm room with her new friend and roommate Lynn, also an Epsilon Nu Gamma hopeful. Lynn was a very pretty young woman, with wavy, shoulder length hair the color of wheat, icy blue eyes, and a petite, slender figure. Kristy was quite attractive in her own right, with straight black hair flowing over her shoulders, sparkling brown eyes and a perfect smile, in general a model's face highlighted by dimples and mile-high cheekbones. Her figure was nothing like Lynn's, though. Where her friend had a narrow waist, small chest and a cute bubble butt, Kristy's figure was rather more voluptuous. She constantly struggled with her weight, but was looking fabulous after working out all summer. Large breasts topped an hourglass figure, with a flat tummy and full, round hips. In the past, Kristy often wore loose fitting clothes, in an attempt to camoflage the ten to fifteen extra pounds that sometimes plagued her. But she was in top shape now, looking even better than she had last year during what she thought of as the "cheerleader incident." The year before, Kristy's cheerleader squad was performing during a nationally televised football game being played in a rainstorm. Her cheerleader outfit, which had been sabotaged by a jealous member of the squad, quite literally fell off her body. She was left wearing nothing but her skimpy bra and panties, which quickly became soaked in the downpour. The undies clung tightly to her full breasts and hips, leaving little to the imagination. She had no option but to run across the field to the locker room, and even then had to wait while the janitor took his sweet time unlocking the door, which shouldn't have been locked in the first place. The entire experience was completely humiliating, but at the same time, something very positive and surprising had come out of it. Kristy suddenly found herself inundated with requests for dates. Even some of the jocks from the senior class asked her out, which was highly unusual for a freshman girl, and she had a date almost every weekend for the remainder of her first year. Most of the guys were really nice, and Kristy had her pick of some of the cutest guys around. A few of her dates were of the hands-on variety, trying to grab her generous breasts, or other body parts, almost from the start. She was quite capable of warding off the overzealous, and very selective with those she allowed even to reach first base. But she was using birth control, and her sex life was good. Another consequence of her experience at that football game was something that had left her confused. Just everybody had seen her in her soaking wet undies. And while she didn't really understand it, she realized that being seen that way by so many people had actually been a turn on. The episode often replayed itself in her dreams, and each time she awoke with her hand between her legs, either enjoying or on the brink of a powerful orgasm. This led her to engage in some online research, where she learned a little about exhibitionism. She discovered that some women intentionally flashed their bodies in front of strangers, just for the sexual thrill. Kristy found it a little difficult to believe, and she certainly knew she wasn't like that. She'd been so embarrassed that night. Yet she couldn't deny that the overall experience had somehow excited her. *** Kristy and Lynn arrived at the Epsilon Nu Gamma house at precisely nine o'clock Sunday night, as instructed. Each was given a sealed box, and was told that the packages contained the outfits they were to wear all day Monday. They were assured each outfit was the correct size, and they had to wear these items and nothing else. If approached by a Sister, they were to demonstrate that they had followed these directions to the letter. If they failed to do so, or to follow any instruction given by a Sister, they would be denied admission to the sorority. Back in their dorm room, the girls anxiously opened the packages. Lynn withdrew a bright red miniskirt, a white top, white thong panties, and shoes. She looked through the package again, but couldn't find a bra. She always wore a bra, she lamented, but there was none to be found. Kristy found both bra and panties in her package, as well as a low-cut halter top and a flimsy linen miniskirt, plus shoes with about the highest heels she'd ever worn. On closer examination, she saw that the matching bra and panties were made from fine silk, the material impossibly thin. Not only would the bra be clearly visible under the halter, the slightest breeze would blow the skirt up and reveal her panties to anyone who happened to be looking. Both girls wanted to join ENG, however, and they knew they'd have to wear what they'd been given. Neither slept well that night, anticipating with trepidation the day to come. *** Monday morning, each girl dressed precisely as directed. Lynn was extremely nervous, and possibly a little excited, it seemed, as hard nipples pressed against the thin material of her top. Kristy found herself staring at the other girl's breasts, their shape clearly outlined under the sheer white blouse. She forced herself to avert her eyes before the other girl noticed. Kristy wasn't sure why she'd been staring. She wasn't into girls at all. Kristy had two classes that day, the first at nine o'clock, and then another at one. Despite her scandalous outfit, her first day went well, but she was eager to get back to the sorority house. She hoped she'd be allowed to return to her dorm and change into something a little more conservative, but she wasn't about to do so without permission from her soon-to-be Sisters. As she crossed the campus, about a mile from the ENG house, one of the Sisters called to her. "You look very nice, Pledge Kristy," said Sister Melinda, vice president of the sorority, second only to Sister Darla. Melinda was a stunner, tall and slender with thick blond curls, big blue eyes, alabaster skin, and legs that seemed to go on forever. "Um... thank you, Sister Melinda," Kristy said with a nervous smile. "I see you're wearing the outfit we gave you," Melinda observed. "Um... of course, Sister Melinda," replied Kristy. "I want to pledge Epsilon Nu Gamma, and I'll do whatever it takes." "Excellent," beamed the older girl. "I do need to confirm that you're wearing the bra and panties we gave you, as well." "Oh, of course I am!" "And you're going to show me, right?" "Um... show you?" Kristy asked, suddenly apprehensive. "That's right," Melinda said reasonably. "You need to show me you're wearing what we told you to wear." "Um... I... I can't show you here, Sister Melinda," said Kristy. "Don't be silly, of course you can." "You want me to, what, raise my skirt? Lift my top?" "Certainly not," said Melinda. "Then how...?" "Pledge Kristy, please remove your top and hand it to me." Kristy stared at Sister Melinda, then glanced around. There were students everywhere. A number of classes had just let out, and the grounds were crowded. Not just with students, either, but professors, school employees, there had to be a hundred people within a stone's throw. No one was paying any attention, but if she took her top off, they surely would. "Sister Melinda," reasoned Kristy, "You expect... I'm supposed to take my top off here in public? You can't..." "Pledge Kristy," Melinda repeated, "please remove your top and hand it to me." "But Sister Melinda," objected Kristy, "All I have under this is the bra you gave me." "This is your third and final warning," Melinda said sternly. "If you refuse, you will be denied admission into Epsilon Nu Gamma. Pledge Kristy, please remove your top and hand it to me." Kristy knew she had to do it. She also knew everybody would be staring at her, but she really wanted into the sorority. She placed her backpack on the ground, and pulled the halter over her head. She could feel her face turning red, but she figured it wouldn't be any worse than what happened at the football game. She handed the top to Melinda, and was immediately aware of dozens of eyes focusing on her, as passersby slowed to watch. "Very good, Pledge Kristy," smiled Melinda. "Thank you, Sister Melinda. Now may I please have my top back?" "Pledge Kristy, please remove your skirt and hand it to me." Kristy's mouth fell open. She quickly weighed her options, though, and knew she had to do it. She could stall, but if she wanted into ENG, she really had no choice. A lot of people were watching now, but without further objection, she unzipped her skirt, stepped out of it, and handed it to the waiting Melinda. Kristy's face was burning. This was even worse than the football game, she thought, because that had clearly been an accident. But now, she was obviously undressing in public on purpose. She was determined to follow instructions, though, so she just made herself hold her hands to her sides. She resisted the powerful urge to cover up, not that she could have covered much, even if she'd tried. If Melinda insisted on embarrassing her, well, she was just going to cooperate. A round of applause filled the air then, and Kristy's face went even redder. As the applause subsided, she could hear comments from the crowd. "Look at her!" "Nice boobs!" "Really pretty, too!" "I wouldn't have the nerve to do that!" "Must be an Epsilon pledge!" "Well, at least she still has her undies on!" Kristy tried without success not to listen to what people were saying. "Pledge Kristy, do you wish to be a part of Epsilon Nu Gamma Sorority?" asked Melinda. "Yes, Sister Melinda, I do." "Pledge Kristy, are you prepared to follow our instructions to the letter?" "Yes, Sister Melinda, I am." "Pledge Kristy, you're halfway through this test. See you at the house!" And with that, Melinda flashed a gorgeous smile, then walked swiftly away in the direction of the sorority house, still holding Kristy's clothes. Kristy knew her face was bright red. She'd never been so embarrassed in her life. But she resolutely decided that she was going endure what she was about to do, and walk back to the sorority house at a normal pace, with her head held high. She even carried her backpack at her side, making no effort to shield herself from the eyes of those around her. Memories of the football game flooded back, and with them, she could feel the first hints of sexual arousal. "Kristy Spencer?" The male voice came from just off to her right. She glanced over and saw Brad Jennings, the gorgeous upperclassman she'd been nursing a crush on since last year. They'd shared a class, but had barely ever spoken. He'd really never shown anything but a passing interest in Kristy, but he was so good looking, and she'd often dreamed he'd ask her out. And now, the first time they'd ever spoken outside of class, she was dressed in flimsy undies and nothing else. "What's up, Kristy?" he asked, making no attempt to conceal the fact that he was appraising her scantily clad form. His attentions, while welcome, caused her face to heat up even more. "I'm... um... it's Hell Week, you know, Pledge Week, and I'm..." "You're pledging Epsilon?" he asked with a knowing smile. "Um... yeah, but... how did... how did you know?" "You're walking across campus in broad daylight in your underwear," he grinned, and her face turned an even deeper shade of crimson. "And you do look great, I might add!" The conversation quickly moved away from her state of undress, though, and even his eyes turned their attention to her face rather than her body. By the time she walked away, they'd exchanged phone numbers, and she'd accepted his offer of a movie. She practically floated back to the sorority house, her lack of clothing all but forgotten. The skirt and top were returned to her at the house, and she was praised by Sister Darla for complying with Sister Melinda's instructions. Of the eight pledges, each of whom had been given a different embarrassing task, two had already dropped out. Kristy didn't know what they'd been told to do, and she didn't ask, but she wondered if it could have been much worse than what she had to endure. Back at her dorm room, she compared notes with Lynn. After her last class, one of the Sisters had made Lynn slowly pour two large cups of ice water down her front, and forbade her from covering up. The sheer white blouse clung to her slender form, and the icy liquid served to arouse her nipples. The material turned nearly translucent, leaving her smallish breasts and erect nipples clearly visible to anybody who looked. Through sheer force of will, she managed to return to the sorority house without covering up, in the process providing a nice show for a few dozen onlookers. *** Three more times over the course of Hell Week, Kristy was approached by a Sister, and was required to complete some humiliating task. On Tuesday, again wearing an atrociously short skirt provided by the sorority, along with panties as skimpy as those she'd worn the day before, Sister Yvette instructed her to turn a series of cartwheels. Of course she attracted a large audience as she did, and she found it nearly as embarrassing as what she'd done on Monday. One of the mandates of Epsilon Nu Gamma was that absolute trust must be maintained between Sisters, and that that trust must never be betrayed. On Wednesday, Kristy was led behind a Dumpster by Sister Brittney, and told to strip naked. She had to give her clothes to Brittney, who was going to take everything away for a short time, promising to be back soon. Determined to be accepted, Kristy took everything off and handed it all to the Sister. Trying to ignore her growing arousal, she waited behind the Dumpster for what seemed an hour, but in reality was fewer than five minutes. Sister Brittney brought her clothing back, and Kristy was allowed to dress. Then she was asked to acknowledge that the trust between Epsilon Sisters was absolute, and she did. Thursday was Kristy's most difficult task of all. She had to attend both of her classes wearing a tiny miniskirt, and no panties. It was one thing for people to see her undies, but quite another to allow strangers a peek at her closely cropped pubic hair. If she wasn't extremely careful, she risked putting herself on display for all to enjoy. Even worse, if anyone got a good look, they might see glistening signs of the dampness caused by her nearly perpetual arousal. But she survived the day with her modesty somewhat intact, certain she'd been able to keep her legs together, thereby denying anyone a peek at her pantiless treasure. There were no tasks to perform on Friday, but early that evening Kristy and Lynn met at the sorority house with the twenty full Epsilon Sisters and the five other pledges. The big coed party was on Saturday, and the pledges were informed that during a portion of the evening, they would be playing some games to entertain their guests. Darla, the sorority president, explained the tradition to the nervous pledges. As their final test, the girls would take part in a series of competitions. The winner of each competition will have passed the test, be released from the game, and would only need to undergo the initiation on Sunday to gain full admission to the sorority. Pledges would continue to be eliminated until only two remained. Those two would undertake a face to face contest, and the winner would be released to enjoy the party, and to face the initiation the following day. The one remaining girl, however, would at that time strip completely naked, and would spend the remainder of the party in the nude. Further, she would not be allowed to cover up or attempt to hide anything. If she refused to undress, she would be denied admission to the sorority. Darla asked whether any of the pledges was unwilling to participate, and if they all agreed to the rules of the game. One girl, Carolyn, a slightly chubby redhead with a pretty face and green eyes, raised her hand. "Sister Darla, why would you want to humiliate one of us like that?" Darla smiled condescendingly. "Pledge Carolyn, what is the name of our sorority?" "Epsilon Nu Gamma," was the reply. "And what are our initials, in English?" "ENG," answered Carolyn. "And what do you suppose ENG stands for, in English?" Carolyn looked around thoughtfully. She finally replied, "I'm sorry, I don't know." "Any of the pledges?" asked Darla, looking around. No one responded. "Our reputation must have suffered," she said. Glancing her vice president, she added "Sister Melinda, please make a note of this. In the past, our pledges have generally had at least some idea what to expect, what we're all about. Perhaps we've been asking too little in recent years." Sister Darla looked at each of the pledges in turn. "ENG, in English, stands for Embarrassed Naked Girls. Each of the Sisters has, on multiple occasions, found herself in various stages of undress in front of audiences both large and small. You've noticed that all of the Epsilon Sisters are quite attractive, as are all of the pledges. We run a range of figures, from petite and thin, nearly flat on top..." Darla indicated slender Sister Marie. "...to full figured and voluptuous," directing attention to Sister Beth. "But quite candidly, all of us are nothing less than beautiful. As are each of the six of you," she added. "The one unifying attribute is that we all find it quite exciting to show off in front of others. Pledge Kristy, will you please stand up?" Kristy nervously rose to her feet. "We've done background checks on all of you, of course. If any of you does not recall, there was an incident at a football game last year. The uniform of one of the cheerleaders came apart, leaving her in nothing but her bra and panties." Most of the pledges recalled at least hearing about the incident, but it seemed that none knew who the unfortunate cheerleader was. "That cheerleader was Pledge Kristy." Kristy's face turned red as everyone in the room turned toward her. "Pledge Kristy, despite your embarrassment, did that not turn into a positive event in your life, overall?" "Um... I'm... I'm not sure what you mean, Sister Darla." "Didn't you become quite popular following the event? Your unintentional exposure?" "Um... I..." "Pledge Kristy, didn't your dating life take a big upturn, once the entire school, and a national television audience, saw you in your underwear? Not to mention sheer, soaking wet underwear?" "Well... um... I guess..." "Pledge Kristy, please answer the question directly and honestly." Kristy took a breath. "Yes, Sister Darla. The truth is, I had more dates after that football game than I ever had in my life." "Thank you, Pledge Kristy. Now one more question, and I expect another direct and honest answer, is that understood?" "Yes, Sister Darla." "Did you find the experience of being so exposed to untold thousands of people to be sexually exciting?" Kristy's mouth fell open. She'd wondered whether getting turned on by being exposed made her some sort of freak. She still couldn't comprehend that people would do it on purpose. But she had to answer the question, and in a small voice, she replied "Yes." "Pledge Kristy, please explain, in detail, how being exposed made you feel." Kristy could feel her face growing hot again. "I don't know why," she said hesitantly, "but when everybody saw me in my underwear at the football game..." She took a deep breath, and lowered her voice. "I got really turned on." "Pledge Kristy, did you masturbate that night?" How could Darla possibly know that? And how could Kristy admit she was right? She closed her eyes and nodded. "Pledge Kristy, please tell us about it." This was just too humiliating. But she had to say it. "When I got home that night, I... I was so... um... I was so wet. I didn't intend to, but I was dreaming about it, and I woke up with my hand between my legs, and I... my orgasm was... it was so... amazing..." The other pledges, and some of the Sisters as well, stared at Kristy, open mouthed. The fact was that most were awestruck, and filled with admiration, both for what she had done, and also for being so forthright about it. "Pledge Kristy," said Darla, "I am very proud of you." Kristy's eyes met the other woman's, and found her smiling. "I truly believe you have what it takes to be a Sister of Epsilon Nu Gamma." "Thank you, Sister Darla." "Do you have any questions?" "Um... yes, Sister Darla, I do. Do you..." She glanced around at the other Sisters. "Do you all get... excited by showing off?" Every Epsilon Sister was smiling, all nodding in agreement. "And do you all... you know... pleasure yourselves?" There was not the faintest trace of embarrassment in any of the Sisters' faces, as they proudly confirmed what she was wondering. "Pledge Kristy," said Darla, "Every young, healthy woman, unless she's in a thoroughly satisfying relationship, and those are rare, by the way, we all masturbate on a regular basis." Kristy stared in disbelief, both at what Sister Darla said, and at her absolute frankness. "There's nothing wrong or shameful about it. It's normal, it's healthy, and it should be done as often as necessary to keep yourself satisfied. And one other thing, Pledge Kristy. No one has ever gotten pregnant, or a sexually transmitted disease, by masturbating." Everyone laughed at that, especially Kristy. Darla and the other girls were making her feel so good about herself, and she appreciated that more than she could express. However, there was one pledge in the room who wore an unpleasant look on her face. "You're all crazy," shouted Carolyn, the chubby redhead, as she leapt to her feet. She'd been sitting quietly during the interchange between Darla and Kristy, but could no longer hold her tongue. "You're all a bunch of immoral sluts," she said. "Flashing your sacred bodies in front of strangers, pleasuring yourselves, and trying to make us do the same?" The room was silent. Sisters and pledges alike stared in dismay at the clearly troubled young woman. "There is no way I'm playing any stripping games, and there's no way I'm going to touch myself that way, let alone brag about it. I'm sorry I put up with those stunts I had to do this week, but if I'd known it was a way of life, I'd never have agreed!" Carolyn's Hell Week tasks had been considerably milder than those Kristy endured. The worst was when she was required to ascend several flights of stairs in a scandalously short miniskirt. She knew any number of guys had seen her panties, and probably lots of girls too. She'd found no pleasure in the process, though, only humiliation. "I'm out of here," she said sharply. "I wouldn't join your sorority if you asked me!" And with that she was out the door, slamming it behind her. The remaining Sisters, and the five pledges, stared at the door in stunned silence. "Don't worry, Carolyn," Sister Darla said to the girl who was already gone. "We won't be asking you." Everyone in the room laughed at that, and the good mood was quickly restored. Darla confirmed with each of the five remaining pledges that they were willing to play the game at the party Saturday night, even though they all understood that one of them was going to end up naked in front of a room full of guys and girls. But comparing the uptight attitude from Carolyn to the easygoing demeanor of the Sisters, they all knew which way they wanted to go. And if that meant getting naked in front of a crowd, then so be it. *** The following afternoon, besides Kristy and her friend Lynn, the petite blond, the other three surviving pledges were preparing for the party that evening. Courtney was a tall, slender brunette, with straight, jet black hair that fell nearly to her waist, and an exceptionally pretty face. There was Jenni Lee, an auburn haired beauty with a smile that would light up a room, a full, curvy figure and large breasts. But probably the most intriguing of all was Stella. This young woman was ordinary in almost every respect. She was of average height and weight, with shoulder length, medium brown hair. Her face, if you only saw her picture, fell rather somewhat short of being pretty. Yet in person, no one would ever notice. Stella had an indescribable charm, a bubbly personality that everyone, male and female alike, was drawn to. Her lack of physical beauty was more than compensated for by her charisma. Even the day before, when Darla described all the pledges as beautiful, Stella was naturally included. No one ever considered that she was anything but. Once the party was underway, each of the pledges had a couple of drinks, and any trepidation about the upcoming stripping game was temporarily forgotten. There being more guys at the party than girls, they were all dancing almost nonstop. At nine o'clock, Darla called for everyone's attention, and announced that it was time for the games to begin. She collected the pledges, each girl quickly growing nervous again. They knew what was coming, and most likely everyone else did, too. Darla ensured that everyone in attendance knew the pledges by name, and she announced the first game. "We're going to start with a simple game of darts. We're not using the standard dart board, but a simple bull's eye. Each ring has a value, you see, with twenty five points for hitting dead center. The first pledge to reach a hundred points, with each pledge having thrown an equal number of darts, will be declared the winner, and will be released from the competition." Lynn easily won the dart game, and she took a deep breath. She knew she was safe, at least for tonight, but wondered what the future held. After another drink, Kristy, Jenni Lee, Stella and Courtney moved on to the next event, air hockey. The sorority kept an air hockey table in the basement, which was usually occupied by visiting fraternity guys. Courtney, the tall brunette, easily defeated Kristy, who had never played air hockey in her life. Jenni Lee, the pretty auburn haired pledge then defeated Stella, the charismatic charmer that everyone liked. The pressure was on, and Jenni Lee and Courtney played right down to the wire. They exchanged the lead twice before Jenni Lee finally put her opponent away. This left Jenni Lee with Lynn, both safe from exposure, at least that night, although they both realized they would almost certainly face their time. Kristy exchanged nervous glances with Courtney and Stella, all three very much aware that one of them would soon be partying naked. Kristy was mostly quiet, as was Courtney. But Stella was chattering and giggling almost nonstop as she nursed another drink. Twister was next, which was bound to prove embarrassing in its own right. Each of the pledges was wearing a fairly short skirt, and they knew that panties were going to be flashed as they played. The pledges were obviously the focus of the party now, guys hovering around, and each was getting her share of attention as they waited to begin. And despite their nerves, they were actually having a good time. The alcohol they'd been consuming was helping them relax, but was also leaving them just a tiny bit unsteady on their feet. The game commenced, and the girls contorted their bodies as necessary, attempting to reach the colored spots with the appropriate hand or foot. Kristy's skirt quickly worked its way up nearly to her waist, but she tried to concentrate on the game. Showing off her panties now was far less embarrassing than what she might be facing later if she didn't do well. Courtney seemed to dominate the game, bending her lithe body into seemingly impossible shapes, and was soon declared the winner. Standing, Kristy glanced at Stella, who never stopped smiling. First chance she got, Stella whispered to Kristy "I'm scared to death!" Still she smiled. "If you lose, are you going through with it?" asked Kristy. "Yeah," the other girl giggled. "I have to. But I've never been naked in front of a group before." "What did you have to do this week?" Stella giggled some more. "The worst was Thursday. I had to do calisthenics in my underwear, just outside the Administration Building, right about noon. There must have been a hundred people watching me!" "Did you ever do anything like that before?" "Never," she smiled. Then she softly added "Not like you." There was admiration in her voice. Kristy was a little surprised by this, though she knew what Stella was referring to. "But you're a freshman. You weren't here for the football game last year, were you?" "No, but I was watching on TV. I haven't mentioned it, but I knew you the first time we met." "You knew me? How?" "I recognized you from TV. When you were on that pyramid, just before it collapsed, the camera focused right in on your face, in high definition." Kristy blushed at the memory. "The cameras followed you when you ran off the field, too. Your cheeks were even redder then than they are now!" Stella added good-naturedly. Kristy never realized she'd been featured in such a close up. She'd avoided the pictures that were published in the local newspaper, and she'd never seen the videos. She never really wanted to. But now, she was curious enough to want to investigate. That would have to wait, though. Darla was announcing the final competition, between Kristy and Stella. Rock, Paper, Scissors! The two pledges turned to face each other, and the game began. First to lose ten rounds was going to be stripping, so everything, including their modesty, was riding on it. Kristy had a minor advantage, though, as she'd always loved the simple game. And her experience paid off. Feeling quite tipsy, Stella was flustered, and she lost the first three rounds. She never recovered, and when the game was over Kristy joined the others, while everyone in the room watched as poor Stella, giggling, began to fumble nervously with the buttons on her blouse. Stella put on a brave face, but behind her giggly demeanor, she was clearly terrified. She didn't hesitate, though, and within seconds her blouse was on the floor. Everyone cheered as she unzipped her skirt, allowing it to join her top. She never missed a beat, and when her bra came off, revealing her very average breasts, the applause increased, as did her own nervous laughter. Stella kicked off her shoes, then tucked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties, and two seconds later she was as naked as she'd ever been. Kristy immediately noticed that Stella's pubic hair had been shaved, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. The raucous applause continued, and a red-faced Stella, totally embarrassed but in the spirit, began to dance around, smiling at everyone, running her hands seductively up and down her nude form. It was obvious to Kristy exactly why everybody seemed to like this young woman. Despite her average body and somehow less than pretty face, the entire package came together to form one of the most charismatic, just plain likable people she had ever met. The party continued into the night, and Stella remained naked throughout. She must have danced with every guy there, it seemed, and her spirit never wavered. When the night finally ended, and the pledges were shown to what would officially be their rooms following their initiation on Sunday, Stella was exhausted, but still wore a smile. *** The pledges were allowed to sleep late the following morning, but at eleven a.m. they were roused from bed. Kristy and her roommates Courtney and Stella were brought light breakfasts of fruit, toast and coffee, and were told to shower and fix their hair and makeup. They were instructed to wait in their room, naked, until one o'clock. At that time they would be escorted downstairs for one final test before the initiation ceremony. Lynn and Jenni Lee, also sharing a room, were given similar orders. Kristy downed her breakfast, along with a couple of Tylenol for the mild hangover she was suffering, then jumped in the shower. When she was done, she brushed her long black hair and pulled it back in a ponytail, then proceeded to apply her usual light makeup. After that, she sat nervously on her bed, Courtney and Stella waiting apprehensively beside her. None had a stitch on, and they silently counted the minutes until one. Even Stella was uncharacteristically quiet. At one o'clock sharp, Sisters Melinda, Marie and Julie came into the room, each carrying a blindfold. Melinda wrapped one around Kristy's head, completely obscuring any light from possibly passing through, while the other Sisters did the same with Courtney and Stella. Melinda led her naked pledge by the hand through the hallway and down the stairs into the living room. Kristy was told to stand along the wall and face forward, with her hands behind her back. She could hear the other pledges as they took their positions on either side of her. "Pledges, may I please have your full attention," said Sister Darla. "First, and I stress this, keep your hands behind your backs. No covering up. Now you should be aware that present in this room at this moment are five male guests from the party last night." Surprised gasps came from the row of pledges, and although some struggled with the instruction, all five managed to keep their hands behind them. Kristy's heart was racing. Five guys were staring at her, and she was totally naked! Yet even as that thought danced in her head, she quickly became aware of the moisture developing down below. She could also sense her nipples beginning to harden. She experienced a brief rush of embarrassment, but suddenly felt somehow empowered by the experience. She began to consider the sort of influence she might have over men, how the promise of what those men might attain could possibly be used to exert a degree of control over them. Sister Darla was speaking again. "All of you are going to kiss each of our five guests. You will be given the name of each man before you kiss him, and the kiss will last for exactly one minute. There is to be no other physical contact, just mouths, lips and tongues. You will remember the technique each uses when kissing you. Once you have kissed each of our guests, you will kiss one of them a second time, still blindfolded, and you will be asked to identify whom you are kissing." Darla allowed this to sink in before continuing. "We are looking for several things during this final test. We want to see how well you kiss. You will secretly be rated by each of the men you kiss. In addition, we want to see how much attention you pay to detail. Among our many attributes, the Sisters of Epsilon Nu Gamma are known across the campus as the best kissers in the school. As ENG Sisters, you will be expected to uphold those standards." The pledges were separated then, and Kristy felt herself being led toward a different part of the room. Sister Melinda's voice was somehow comforting as she whispered into her ear, "Pledge Kristy, your first kiss will be with Mike. Pay attention to his technique, you may be kissing him again later." Hands clasped firmly behind her back, Kristy tilted her head back slightly until she felt strange lips pressing against her own. Mike began by kissing her softly, lips to lips, before she felt his tongue slowly prying her mouth open. She was trying to take mental notes, rather than simply enjoying the kiss, as she was inclined to do. It was difficult, but she maintained her concentration as best she could. "Pledge Kristy," whispered Melinda, "your next kiss is with Eric." Again Kristy tried to pay attention to details, the movement of Eric's lips and tongue as they explored each other's mouths. She then kissed Vince, Armando and Chad, trying desperately to remember which was which. She paid attention to other details as well, such as their scents, anything to help tell them apart. Once all the pledges had kissed all the guys, they were faced with the task of identifying one of them. Still blindfolded, hands still clasped behind her back, and still as naked as she could possibly be, Kristy began her second kiss with one of the guys. After only a few seconds, she was certain beyond any doubt that she was kissing Vince. After the full minute had lapsed, Kristy was asked to whisper her decision to Melinda, who confirmed that she was correct. Besides Kristy, Courtney and Stella correctly identified the man they'd been kissing. Jenni Lee and Lynn guessed incorrectly, and had to kiss another guy. Lynn nailed it on her second attempt. But when Jenni Lee missed the second time, she was told to try again, and it soon became obvious that this was less a test than a rite of passage. It took four attempts, four naked kisses before a flustered Jenni Lee was able to identify her partner, and was deemed to have passed the test. *** Later that afternoon, the still-naked pledges had to submit to the traditional Test of Obedience, wherein each was to bend and grab her ankles, while receiving a series of ten swats on her bare bottom with a wooden paddle. After each swat, the pledge was to repeat "Thank you, Sister, may I please have another, only harder?" Some of the pledges found this more difficult than parading about in the nude, but each endured the paddling. The swats were quite hard, and by the third strike, Lynn was sobbing openly. She stoically held her position, however, repeating the required phrase each time. Her raw determination actually earned respect from the Sisters. Not surprisingly, Stella giggled through the ordeal, despite the tears flowing from her eyes. Both Courtney and Kristy took their medicine well enough, but Jenni Lee proved the most resolute in handling the pain. She remained calm throughout, her expression betraying not the slightest hint of discomfort. When it was over, she was the only one who refused to rub her bottom. *** That evening each of the five pledges was sworn in as a full Sister of Epsilon Nu Gamma Sorority. Following the Loyalty Oath and the rest of the official swearing in ceremony, during which everyone was fully dressed, the Sisters ordered several pizzas, and broke out a couple of cases of ice cold beer. Darla produced several twenty dollar bills and asked Kristy to pay for the pizzas when the delivery guy showed up. The doorbell soon rang, and Sister Kristy was on her feet and on her way to the door, when Darla asked whether she'd forgotten anything. Sister Kristy glanced at her sorority president, thought about it for a moment and, blushing, began to undress. Sister Darla smiled. The end

Katie Takes Her Obsession Indoors byLuckyDave1066© With the Christmas and New Year holidays well behind her and another couple of weeks before the start of the Spring semester, Katie was at loose ends. Her part time job at the local mall was good for some spending money, but 16 hours a week folding clothes at Old Navy left her with more free time on her hands than was probably healthy. She knew all too well what kind of trouble she could get herself into when she was as bored as she was now. Her surprising discovery the previous spring of a previously unknown penchant for exhibitionism had shaken her self image. Her recognition of this tendency began with a completely accidental, thoroughly tame incident where she really didn't expose anything at all. The feelings stirred up in her by just being close to inappropriately showing a little skin led her to a handful of outings which all did include some level of exposure, each slightly more daring than the last. Her early experiments led her to accept that she enjoyed being exposed as long as it was in a fairly safe way, with a very small, very controllable risk of actually being seen by someone. She had been able to rationalize those early experiences as a harmless way of relieving end of semester deadline induced stress; since nobody actually saw her, it was almost as if it never happened. That theory crumbled the night she was finally caught while naked, not just seen but forced to interact with a couple of strangers! Though terrified at first, she was shocked to find herself becoming aroused by the situation once it bacame clear the couple meant her no harm. After that night she was afraid to risk getting caught again, though the urge to try it again came to her often! She hadn't dared to get naked in public since that night, except in her vivid fantasies. She tried posting anonymous nude photos online for a while, but didn't get anything like the thrill actually being nude out in the world provided. She gave that less personal way of exposing herself up after a few weeks. In this lull between holidays and the beginning of the upcoming semester's classes, the appeal of doing something, anything, to break up the monotony was overwhelming. One evening as Katie was straightening a table full of sweaters marked down for clearance, the idea of doing some sort of naked escapade forced its way into her thoughts, for probably the tenth time that day. "Forget it, not gonna happen," she thought, "Besides, I'd probably get frostbite if I tried to repeat any of my previous outings this time of year." Satisfied that she'd batted away the idea, she went back to concentrating on organizing the sweaters by size. Ten more minutes of getting the merchandise in order was enough to get her daydreaming again; "If I had somewhere warm and safe, or at least sort of safe, maybe, but I don't," she said, trying to banish the ill-advised but exciting idea one more time. Fifteen minutes before closing time, Katie was folding shirts customers had strewn about wherever they'd decided not to buy them when a brand new idea forced its way into her consciousness. She froze in place and warily looked up at her surroundings. "Warm...check," she thought, "safe?" Maybe, lots of possibilities. Safe enough? Yes, depending on which options were taken..." She felt herself blushing, already thinking of scenarios, but shook her head, thinking, "NO FREAKING WAY. I work here! People here know me!" By the time she punched out and headed home, her sensible reluctance to get anywhere close to naked somewhere in the mall was struggling to fend off her excitement to at least have a chance at some excitement. She was already considering the pros and cons of doing something daring: "You work at the mall, this is a really bad idea." "It's a huge place, I wouldn't have to be anywhere near where I work." "Someone could see you, maybe someone you know! It's still a bad idea." "I'm sure if I plan it well I can do it safely." "You thought that before, but still got caught. It's just not a good idea." "I'm sure I can find a place where nobody would be likely to see me." "Maybe you could, but what if you're wrong? It's probably not a good idea." "I could just take some clothes off, not get completely naked." "As long as you stayed more or less covered, maybe it's not your worst idea ever." "As bored as I am, if I don't do this I might do something really reckless!" "If it really was well thought out, a careful escapade would probably be better than some impromptu recklessness; maybe it's a good idea after all." By the time she went to bed she had made up her mind to do something daring at the mall, and drifted off to sleep thinking about which of her many options to pursue. Over the next few days Katie settled on what she wanted to do and when she wanted to do it. She decided to avoid the Mall's more crowded days and times, settling on a weekday afternoon and evening. She was determined to be totally naked at some point in her adventure, and intended to leave the mall wearing less clothing than she would be wearing when she arrived. Preferably a LOT less. Her only other hard and fast rules were to not expose herself where any children could see her, and not do anything to draw the attention of Mall security or the police. She decided that while she wanted to get herself in a position where there was a slim chance she could be caught, she would try to enjoy the risk without actually being seen. Katie enjoyed planning her escapade; the preparation itself was a pretty good antidote for her boredom. A side benefit was having an excuse to do a little shopping to put together her ensemble; part of her outfit was brand new clearance sale stuff, made even more reasonable with her employee discount. Even while planning this thoroughly crazy dare, her generally practical personality made its presence felt; items she planned to wear to the mall but thought she might not still possess, let alone be wearing when she left the mall, were mostly thrift store finds. She was pleased to keep her expenses for what might end up being disposable clothing under $40. The following Wednesday, Katie was too nervous to have much lunch; knowing what her plans for the day included, she was already feeling butterflies in her stomach. She showered, and shaved anyplace on her body normally covered up which might soon, with luck, be uncovered for at least a little while. Her fine blond pubes were done away with completely, as was the hair on the parts of her legs not typically seen once bathing suit season was over. She put in a bit more time than usual doing her makeup, not going overboard but taking it up a notch, figuring the bold behavior she planned deserved a somewhat more dramatic look. With her body and face readied for her outing, Katie began to get dressed; she hadn't actually put her whole outfit on at the same time before, so she was a little nervous about how it would all work together. She put on her new black thong, the sheer black bra she was lucky enough to find in size 38C at a thrift store, black stockings and a matching garter belt, also from the thrift store, as were the short houndstooth skirt and a long sleeved, pink button down blouse. A long fitted grey cardigan with a full length zipper down the front, bought the day before at her workplace, some chunky black heels from her closet, and a somewhat beaten up mid-length taupe trench coat rounded out her outfit. She looked herself over in a full length mirror before leaving home and was pretty pleased with what she saw. She snapped a few selfies for posterity, knowing that if she followed through with her plan for the day, this particular outfit would never again be seen all together! The only real complaints she had about her outfit was how much of it there was, and how much time it might take to get things off, and, if necessary, get them back on; she couldn't really complain, since every item had been chosen by her, all with the intent of making her disrobing more challenging, thus more drawn out and exciting. The very real possibility that something could go wrong, requiring her to get at least some of the outfit back on in a hurry, increased her stress level but didn't get her to alter her outfit. She tossed a beat up baseball cap left behind by an old boyfriend into her purse, thinking it might be wise to have some cover for her hair and eyes at some point later in the day. The pink anti-Covid mask she normally wore to work would help keep her somewhat anonymous, and was the one item she was sure to keep on throughout her adventure. The fact it matched her blouse was a happy accident, "but probably only temporary anyhow," she thought, shivering a bit as she went over her plan one last time before leaving her apartment. Her usual ten minute commute to the mall was a blur to Katie; as distracted as she was, she was probably lucky not to have an accident. She parked in what would normally be a very inconvenient spot, far from any Mall entrance, in a tiny parking area next to a loading dock and near an emergency exit, a choice all about being able to make a quick getaway if necessary. She hiked around the outside of the mall until she reached the main entrance, joining the trickle of shoppers heading in to shop in mid-afternoon. She made her way to her first destination, pausing once or twice to check her reflection in a store window, each time still a little bit surprised to see the woman looking back at her. "I know what you're up to," she whispered to her reflection, whose only reply was a smile, hidden by her mask. She made her way to a set of escalators and rode up to the mall's third level. Looking at a mirrored wall next to the escalator ,she spotted a man a few steps below her who appeared to be trying to look up her skirt! On any other day she'd have been furious and might well have called him out, but considering what she had planned for the day she figured the normal rules didn't apply, and let it slide. Katie arrived at her first destination, much earlier than necessary. She wanted to be sure of getting the seat she needed at the 3:45 showing of "Promising Young Woman", chosen as much for its R rating as anything else; she wanted to be sure there were no children in the theater if she dared to carry out her plan. As it turned out, arriving half an hour before showtime really wasn't necessary, since only a dozen or so other people ended up joining her; "Who else would have wanted to sit in the back row, anyway?" she grumbled to herself as the previews started. All her early arrival had accomplished was to give her a solid 45 minutes for her anxiety about what she had planned to build. As far as the theater was concerned, showtime was 3:45; including the fifteen minutes of ads and previews and the usual mid-show scan of the theater by an usher or two, Katie reckoned her own personal showtime to be somewhere around 5:00 PM, which would leave her nearly half an hour to do whatever she was going to do. She took off her coat and sweater before even being seated, then once settled in her seat she unbuckled her heels and slipped her feet out of them. While there was nothing very unusual about her behavior yet, the feel of her stocking clad feet on the the cool tile floor reminded her why she was there. Katie checked the time on her phone around 40 minutes into the movie, then again every ten minutes or so until the movie was well over an hour into its 1:53 running time. "Where are the damned ushers?" she wondered. She'd never been to a movie here where they didn't make a cursory sweep, usually just before the halfway point in the movie, so she couldn't safely take much off until they came through. Near the 1:20 mark she did about all she dared with ushers likely to cruise through at any minute, unbuttoning and unzipping her skirt, then unbuttoning most of the buttons on her blouse. A lone usher finally strolled in a few minutes later, taking a leisurely walk down to the front of the theater, looking over the sparse crowd and slowly returning up the aisle and out the door. Glancing at her phone to check the time, Katie estimated she had less than 20 minutes before the credits would come on; at least a few of her fellow moviegoers were bound to get up and leave at that point, so she needed to be dressed in some more or less appropriate way by then, or be ready to live with being seen while not so attired. Now, with the coast finally clear, she hesitated for almost four minutes; in her limited experience of public nudity, she had never actually gone from clothed to undressed in the presence of other people. Though everyone else was busy watching the movie, she was having a hard time making herself strip within sight of all these other people, a few of whom were only three rows away from her! She wavered for a moment, and considered just getting herself zipped and buttoned back up, but absolutely hated the idea of giving up so easily after all her planning. Eventually she thought to herself, "Fuck it! I can do this!" Once her decision was made, she lost no time in getting the three remaining buttons keeping her blouse closed unfastened, and pulled her arms free. She raised her butt off the seat long enough to slide her skirt down her thighs and past her knees, and let it drop to the floor. Now wearing nothing but lingerie, she already could feel her pulse quickening. Thinking about her next few moves sent it even higher; she decided that it would be better to have her bra be the last piece of her outfit to come off, since she could always pull her coat over her lap to hide everything below her waist if someone decided they just had to have a bathroom break. If her bra was going to stay on for the time being, the garter belt had to be the next item to come off, since her panties couldn't be removed with the belt still attached to her stockings. Katie had never actually worn a garter belt before that very afternoon. She discovered that what had been easy enough to get on earlier, in the privacy of her well lit apartment, under no particular time pressure, turned out to be not so easy to get out of while seated in a dark theater, trying to not draw the attention of any of the other people in the room, and aware of a hard deadline not too many minutes away. Struggling for a minute or two to separate her stockings from the belt, she finally got the belt detached, allowing her to slide the stockings down her legs, over her feet and off. She draped them both over the back of the seat in front of her; a few seconds later the no longer needed garter belt joined the stockings. As determined as she was to reach her goal of complete nudity, having reduced her outfit to only a sheer bra and a tiny thong was clearly getting to her. She noticed her breathing was becoming fast and shallow, and her hands were starting to shake. In her agitated state she forgot about her plan to make her bra the last piece of clothing to come off, sliding the shoulder straps down and pulling her arms free. After scanning the rows ahead one last time to be sure every head was still facing forward, Katie reached behind her back and popped the hooks free, then paused, asking herself, "am I actually going to do this? Do I really want to?" Seconds later, she heard a voice within answering both questions, "Yes, yes I am going through with this. Ohhhh, yeah, I definitely want to!" She took a deep breath and released her bra, letting it fall into her lap. Looking down at her breasts, lit well by the reflection of a particularly bright scene on the screen, she couldn't help smiling. "Almost there, just one thing left," she whispered to herself. She hooked her thumbs into each side of her thong and pulled her final piece of clothing down her thighs and past her knees; a slight wiggle of her legs was all that was needed for the tiny garment to drop to the floor. She reached down and picked the thong up, and set it and her bra in a row with her stockings. Completely free of clothing, she stood up and raised her arms in triumph, whispering to herself, "I did it! I actually fucking did it!" She shuffled sideways a few seats, feeling chills as she moved ever farther away away from her pile of discarded clothing. Before her euphoria subsided a bit she actually wondered if she could get away with moving down a couple of rows to take in a few minutes of the movie. As it was, she hadn't checked how long the movie had left to run in quite a while; she knew that the longer she remained naked, the greater her chance of being caught. Each second felt like another dare, with the odds of her nudity being discovered increasing quickly. Katie reluctantly went back to her seat and thought about what clothing she should put back on, what to keep off but put away in her purse, and what to just leave behind. Before giving in to the increasingly urgent need to get dressed, she pulled her phone out of her purse and took a few selfies, hoping it was able to document this amazing moment despite the low light level. After her brief photo session, she slipped back into her thong, but put her bra, stockings, and garter belt away in her purse. She was still naked from her head down to her waist and zipping up her skirt when she noticed the screen go dark and credits begin to roll! She dove for her sweater and quickly slipped her arms into its sleeves, turning her back to the rest of the audience as she fumbled with getting the zipper started. She got the zipper aligned and already had it zipped up as high as it could go when she noticed a couple walking out had stopped as they neared her row and were staring at her! Katie hadn't had her sweater on and zipped for long, but she was sure she had made it without anyone seeing anything unusual. "I suppose they might think there's something unusual about having stockings and a bra dangling on the seat in front of me," she thought, "or having my blouse still pressed against my seatback like some kind of skin I just shed." She blushed but returned their stare with a smile, which turned into laughter as the woman pulled her companion towards the exit. Katie stuffed the telltale lingerie into her purse, folded her discarded blouse and coat, setting them down neatly on her seat, and made her way out of the theater, still buzzing inside as she replayed the last 25 minutes in her mind. A quick stop at the theater Ladies room to check out her new look confirmed Katie's suspicion that she was still decent without the blouse and bra, though the neckline of the sweater put a whole lot of her cleavage on display. She thought about fishing her bra out of her purse and putting it back on, but wasn't sure having a lot of sheer black bra showing would attract any less attention, so the bra stayed in her purse. Katie took an escalator one level up to the mall's restaurant district. She found a quiet bar at a Brazilian steakhouse and hopped up on a barstool, in a mood to celebrate what she'd been able to get away with in the theater, and possibly psych herself up to do a little more. She had several more ideas about how to indulge in her developing obsession, and the rush she had felt at her first stop had her craving more excitement. Whether it was because of the pandemic and it's constantly shifting rules or just too early in the evening, she appeared to be the only customer at the bar. The lone bartender was efficient; he had Katie's Martini prepped and in front of her in less than 2 minutes, even allowing time for the glass to chill. He was almost too quick, appearing in front of her, bearing her drink while she was absorbed in reviewing her selfies from the theater! Focused on the surprisingly clear shots showing her nude in the cool light of the theater, she didn't notice him at first, not closing the image until several seconds after his return! She blushed as she realized that after making it through being completely naked in the theater without anyone seeing her she'd just given the bartender a good, if brief, look at her nude body! Katie enjoyed her drink, and also enjoyed reliving her mischief at the movie theater. "Just right," she thought as she sipped her drink, "Risky, but not TOO risky, and so fucking exciting!" She thought about some other ideas she'd come up when she was preparing for this outing and debated whether she should do one more stunt, or maybe more! She ordered a salad and a second drink, taking her time deciding if she'd had her fill of audacious behavior for the night. Her decision to try something else might have been partly due to the fact that she was feeling a bit tipsy, but she was pretty sure she would have made the same decision even if she had never stopped at the bar at all. Katie paid for her snack and headed for an elevator to take her down to the lowest level of stores, eager to keep her adventurous evening going. Waiting for the elevator, Katie studied her outfit in the mirrored elevator doors. She noticed that her sweater was only a few inches shorter than her skirt, "Probably long enough to get by without the skirt at all," she thought, smiling. She impulsively decided to give herself a new challenge; if she had the elevator to herself, she'd take the skirt off right then and there, and put it away in her purse! She made the decision without thinking about the glass walls on the other three sides of the elevator; when it reached her floor and the door opened, she had a minute while several people made their way out of the elevator to process the fact that she was now planning to strip out of her skirt in what amounted to a small enclosed, moving stage! "Maybe someone will stay on," she thought, "and let me of the hook." Nobody did. Once everyone who wanted to get off had done so, Katie was looking at a thoroughly empty elevator cab. She almost let it go to whatever floor it was being summoned to without her, but caught the door just before it closed. She was relieved to see a little bit of the glass wall area was covered by signs and posters; between that and the fact that she would be removing a piece of clothing which was mostly covered by her sweater anyway, she decided to go through with getting the skirt off. She pressed the button for the first floor and let the doors close. Knowing that the cab might stop at some other landing between her starting point at the 4th floor and her destination, she hiked her sweater up and tried to get the skirt off as quickly as possible once the doors were closed. Between her jangled nerves and her recent vodka intake, she had trouble getting the damned button freed, but got lucky, as the cab didn't stop at the 3rd floor. She finally got the button undone as the cab approached the 2nd floor, but was just finishing unzipping the short zipper at her right hip as the door started to open! She let go of both the skirt, which instantly fell to the floor, and the hem of her sweater, which dropped into place to cover her thong and uncovered butt cheeks just in time to keep the crowd getting on from seeing them. "No way to know if anyone outside the elevator was watching," she thought, "and nothing to be done about it now!" Not wanting to be seen with a skirt resting around her ankles and heels, she stepped out of it and kicked it towards the back of the cab. She was going to stay in the cab until she was alone again and stuff the skirt away in her purse, but some young kid saw it on the floor, got curious, picked it up and walked off carrying his prize when the cab reached the 1st floor. No way was she going to try to get the skirt back from a 6 year old or his parents; she had no choice but to accept it, that particular garment was gone forever. Katie lingered outside the elevator's mirrored doors to see how she looked now that her skirt was gone. Her sweater seemed to be long enough to get by with, but at 5'-11" the extra 3" of her legs now on display were bound to attract more attention. Katie smiled back at her reflection and whispered to herself, "nothing wrong with a little extra attention once in a while!" She moved on to the next spot in the mall she had identified as a promising location for her to do something a bit daring. Katie couldn't remember the last time she'd been inside a photo booth, "probably that junior-high class outing at Myrtle Beach," she thought. The photo booth at the edge of this mall's food court appeared to be considerably older, producing only black and white photos, and accepting only quarters. The only thing modern about this machine was the number of quarters required to get a strip of 4 small prints, 16 instead of the one or two that users probably had needed to deposit in the coin slot. Katie had done her research, and had a ziploc bag full of quarters ready in her purse. Other than the tedious feeding of so many coins, this booth had several advantages for what she had in mind for her next stunt; no credit card record of who had used the booth, no screen outside the enclosure to show what was happening inside, and no digital copies. Katie pulled the curtain closed, settled in on the bench facing the camera and coin slot and set her purse on the bench next to her. She fished her baseball cap and supply of coins out of her purse and began feeding them into the slot as she read the directions one more time; "Four poses, 10 seconds between photos, processed in 2 minutes," she read, "Got it." She put her cap on, took a deep breath, and pressed the button to start the 10 second countdown to the first photo. With her head tilted down enough for her cap to hide the part of her face her mask didn't, she quickly pulled her sweater's zipper down past her navel, holding it open enough to see a whole lot of her boobs, but not her nipples. FLASH! During the countdown to the second shot she undid the zipper entirely and opened it all the way, but held one arm across her otherwise exposed chest. FLASH! As she prepared for the third photo she checked the curtains one more time to be sure there were no gaps to alert passersby to the increasingly risque scene developing inside. She drew her left arm out of its sleeve, then did the same with the right, letting her sweater drop onto the bench behind her; she covered her boobs with her hands no more than a second before the third photo was taken. FLASH! She was shaking as she counted down the ten seconds leading to the fourth photo, but was able to make herself bring her hands down to the bench beside her! FLASH! "I can't believe I'm sitting here naked with only a curtain hiding me from the food court dinner crowd walking by!" she whispered, "I know there's a light next to the opening to let people know the booth is in use, but what if someone ignores the light and opens the curtain?" She didn't exactly hope for that to happen, but the more she thought about it the more exciting that possibilty seemed! "But actually, I'm NOT naked," she whispered, quivering as she thought about how she might pose for four more photos without her thong. While she was still debating whether or not to take this session way beyond what she had planned, her right hand began feeding quarters into the coin slot. When the green light came on indicating the correct payment had been received, she stared at it for a full minute before saying to herself, "I can always shred them..." Thinking it might make her latest foolishness just slightly less insane, Katie didn't begin stripping out of her thong until well after she pressed the start button. She turned away from the camera and lowered the flimsy bit of lace and string partway down her thighs, offering the camera a completely unobstructed view of her ass. FLASH! She let her last bit of clothing drop to the floor of the booth and turned to face the camera. A mirror on the opposite wall confirmed her suspicion that being fairly tall, this pose would show every part of her body from just above her knees up to her shoulders. She instinctively covered her pussy a moment before the second photo. FLASH! She could feel and hear her pulse pounding in her head, but carried on, sitting down on the bench during the countdown to the third photo. She checked the mirror again and saw herself exposed from head down to just below her knees. She locked the fingers of both hands behind her head and stuck out her chest, but crossed her legs to keep her pussy out of sight. FLASH! "Just one more," she thought, "Should I...". Thinking she wasn't likely to be in this position again any time soon, she decided to make the most of it. She pulled her mask down just enough to uncover her mouth, raised her left boob up and bent down to lick her nipple. At the same time, she spread her legs as wide as she could, giving the camera a clear view of her pussy lips! FLASH! Katie was still shaking after the fourth photo, enough so that it took her a couple minutes to get her sweater sorted out and zipped. While she was fumbling with the sweater she heard two familiar voices, recognizing them as belonging to Denise, her store's manager and one of her co-worker Audrey! "Wow, looks like somebody is having fun," said Denise. Katie freaked out, wondering how Denise could know something improper was going inside the booth! In her haste to get back into her sweater, she had completely forgotten about her thong, which she finally noticed on the floor of the booth, just a few inches from the opening. It slowly dawned on Katie that since the bottom edge of the curtain was at least a foot above the floor, her thong could easily be seen by anyone walking by, her boss included, and had been for a while! She scooped it up and stuffed it in her purse, then peeked out through a tiny gap at the edge of the curtain. Seeing Denise and Audrey already moving away towards wherever they were picking up dinner, Katie stepped out of the booth. Katie was annoyed with herself; even though she'd been careful to not risk being exposed near her place of work, she'd failed to consider how many employees there often went to the food court if they had a dinner break. She was in such a hurry to get away from there that she almost left her two strips of stripping photos behind, but remembered them before she had gone a dozen feet, and bolted back to retrieve them from a bin on the outside of the booth. Seeing only one strip of photos, her heart skipped a beat as she thought about how some stranger, who had been close enough to touch her, now had photos of her exposing herself. "He's probably watching me right now," she thought, "but at least he only got the first batch! Or, oh, fuck me, what if Denise has them?"" When she reached for the one strip still waiting in the bin, she was startled to see a second strip of photos drop in front of the first. She realized her second batch of photos just hadn't been finished the first time she looked, and felt a huge wave of relief, followed almost immediately by an unexpected and inexplicable pang of regret! Katie put the photos away in her purse and walked back towards the elevator she'd been in a few minutes earlier, one of three surrounding an atrium at the center court of the mall. The atrium connected all of the Mall's five levels; counting losing her skirt somewhere near the second floor, her act in the theater on the third floor and her private nude modeling session in the photo booth on the first floor she'd already done something reckless at 3 of the Mall's 5 levels. She hadn't come up with any ideas for being exposed at the 4th floor. The handful of large restaurants ringing the atrium had fairly open layouts; if there was an even sort of safe place at that level to show some skin, she had yet to find it. Which left only the 5th floor to consider. She had already thought in detail about what she'd do at there if she were to do anything there at all. Aside from some rooms around the outer edge of the level, the 5th floor was mostly wide open. It was a large space used for weddings, parties and other large social events, all of which were currently prohibited. Katie had made a scouting trip a few days before to see if using the space as she was now thinking about doing was even feasible. All three elevators had the 5th floor locked out, but Katie's persistence paid off as the third stair she investigated turned out to have a broken lock at its fifth floor door, allowing access to that level from the stair tower. Though there were no lights left on anywhere in the open space surrounding the atrium, enough light spilled in from the atrium for her to see that the space had been cleaned out, with tables, chairs and anything else likely to be an obstruction pushed out to the perimeter of the space. Katie walked aimlessly around the 1st floor, taking several slow laps around the atrium, pausing several times to look up at the upper levels. Once, then again, she found herself pausing at the doors leading to the emergency exit corridor she had parked her car near. This corridor was also connected to the stair she had found with access to the 5th floor. "Am I really going to do this?" she whispered, trying to talk herself into going through with this last feat. Eventually, she realized all that her extended deliberations were accomplishing now was to increase her stress level; it was time to decide, would she get out or go up? After a look around to be sure nobody was paying much attention to her, she pushed open the door and stepped into the corridor. Still clear headed enough to remember her goal of staying out of jail, she loitered near the door inside the corridor at the base of the stair for several minutes just in case a security guard might have seen her sneaking into the corridor, ignoring the "EMERGENCY USE ONLY" sign, and decided to see what she was up to. Waiting to begin her trek up the stair, it occurred to her that she might be on the verge of making her own private emergency, or possibly a very public one! If she was to have an encounter with an observant security guard, here and now would be better than a few minutes later. Way, way, better. Her car being parked right outside would be enough to explain her location, while an encounter a few minutes later would be impossible to explain. Even without being confronted by security, ducking out of the Mall, getting into her car, and heading home was a tempting option, but not anywhere near as appealing to Katie as what she had in mind now. The pull of the possibilities the fifth floor offered easily overcame Katie's safer option, but deciding to go forward with her plan didn't mean Katie wasn't nervous. If anything, she was becoming more nervous by the minute. She wobbled her way up the two flights of stairs to the 2nd floor and peeked out the small window in its door. Seeing nothing but an empty corridor, she unzipped her sweater 6 inches or so, opening the front of her sweater to a point well below her boobs. On a last minute whim, she opened the cabinet next to the door, pulled her bra out of her purse and hung it over the fire extinguisher inside. "I can pick it up on my way back down,"she said as she closed the cabinet door and moved on to climb to the 3rd floor, which was completely occupied by the multiplex she had visited earlier today. Having had no problems so far, Katie began to calm down a bit by the time she reached the 3rd floor, but a look out the small window in the door on that sent her pulse racing; she saw a half dozen people walking just outside the door! Luckily they were all headed away, with their back to the door she was huddled behind; after getting over her surprise at encountering anyone on her trip up the stair, she calmed down enough to take her zipper down another 6 inches, exposing her torso down below her belly button, but her hands still were shaking when she deposited her panties in that floor's fire extinguisher cabinet. Worried that she might yet lose her nerve, she started up to the 4th floor without delay. As soon as she reached the 4th floor, Katie made her customary check out the door's window. Seeing nothing but an empty corridor, she pulled her stockings and garter belt out of her purse and placed them in the fire extinguisher cabinet. She reached for the zipper pull and began to pull it down, more slowly than she had done at the previous two floors. Unzipping as far as she had been doing would mean completely separating the two sides. Up to this point she had always had the option of quickly zipping up if she were to cross paths with someone, but she knew that with her hands shaking as they were now she'd never get the zipper started in time, let alone zipped up! "I'm not likely to run into anyone here," she thought, "and besides, risking being exposed is kind of the point!" She continued easing the pull down until she felt a slight resistance; she she inhaled sharply, then gave one last tug to free the pull from the opposite side. She headed up towards the 5th floor glancing down every few steps at the growing gap between her sweater's lapels, and the resulting ever-increasing amount of her flesh being exposed. Upon reaching the landing halfway between floors, she pushed the sweater off her left shoulder; a few steps later she did the same at her right shoulder. The rest of the way up to the 5th floor Katie felt the sweater open completely in front, now only covering her forearms. Her sweater was now being kept from sliding completely off only because her arms were bent at the elbow. As soon as she reached the 5th floor she straightened both arms, pointing them towards the floor, allowing gravity to complete her exposure. She picked up the discarded garment, shook it out and draped it over a guardrail. Katie shuddered as she stepped through the door leading to the wide-open event space. She was working without a net now, and knew it; she'd have no way at all of covering up if anyone joined her in this space. She made a quick loop around the space, keeping herself in the shadows, well away from the railing overlooking the 5 story opening. She edged closer to the railing, stopping around 15 feet away, where she could see heads and shoulders of people across the atrium, one level below, then made another trip around the atrium, keeping an eye on the moviegoers as she went. At the end of this lap, she once again stepped gingerly towards the guardrail, stopping around 8 feet from it. She bent over to check the sightline between the people at the 4th floor and her uncovered breasts, shuddering as she confirmed that her new location would allow anyone at the 4th floor see her from her head down to a spot a few inches above her belly button! Katie began a slow stroll around the atrium, now depending heavily on three things to keep her nakedness her own delicious secret. She reminded herself that the light level where she was now walking was considerably lower than out in the atrium or any of the lower floors. Also, her slow pace was intended to draw as little attention as possible. The third thing working for her was the tendency she had noted during her scouting for this stunt for people to look down, not up, at least if they had any level below them to look down to. As far as she could tell, her observation of this tendency seemed to be proving true so far. At the end of her third lap, Katie took a few steps closer to the guardrail; now less than 4 feet from the edge, she felt her heart pounding as she saw that anyone at the 3rd floor could now see her from her breasts up to her head. She didn't even bother checking the sightline to the 4th floor, knowing this distance from the guardrail was almost certain to put a whole lot of her body on display to people at that level! The light spilling in from the atrium was considerably brighter here as well. She was now relying heavily on people, many more of them with each move closer to the railing, not looking up. The slow pace she felt necessary was like torture, but it seemed to be working, as she didn't see anyone looking her way. At the end of her fourth lap, Katie thought about doing a lap right at the edge of the atrium, but decided that would be all but certain to attract attention, way too much attention. Though she wasn't bold enough to stroll naked all the way around the edge of the opening, as close as she now was to it, she had to find out how being at the edge while utterly exposed would feel. She brokered a compromise between her daring and sensible sides; she stepped forward, one tiny step after the other, until she was standing right at the guardrail! She could almost convince herself that the glass panels of the guardrail might provide some slight cover for her lower body, but she was certain every inch of her body from her head down to her waist was now visible to all four levels of mallgoers below! She made herself hold that position for a full minute, then backed away. She was still a little shocked she had taken that risk, but the rush it gave her made her less than surprised when she decided to repeat the stunt at one other spot at the other side of the atrium. Her second trip to the well-lit edge was no less satisfying, and lasted almost 3 minutes as she tried to count how many people were in position to see her naked body if they would only look up. She gave up counting when the number of possible spectators spread over all four floors passed 50! "Why can't at least one of them look up," she said, leaning over the railing to complete her head count, "I'm giving them plenty of time." She was just about to push back away from the railing and go back to the stair and the cover of her sweater when it happened. A couple she'd already noticed coming out of a store at the second floor during her head count had moved up to to the railing at their level. The woman was tugging at the man's sleeve and pointing straight at Katie! She felt lightheaded when she saw both the woman and the man wave at her, but automatically returned their wave before turning to bolt back into the shadows. She was all but certain she couldn't be seen now, but still was shivering as violently as she would if she was naked outdoors instead of in the well heated mall! She peered through the glass guardrail and watched her watchers. They stood still for almost 2 minutes, waiting to see if she might reappear, then offered a final smile, wave and thumbs-up sign before strolling away! Though the couple seemed unlikely to call security on her, Katie didn't want to push her luck any further, so she hustled back to the stair, feeling like she'd pulled off something amazing. Back inside the stair tower, she retrieved her sweater and put her arms back into the sleeves. Looking over the railing down to ground floor, at least 60' away, she started to zip her sweater back up. A broken mirror someone had left at the top landing allowed her to assess her look in her one remaining garment. Definitely looking a bit improper, but safe enough, especially when compared to the way she'd spent the last 15 minutes! "Time to head back down," she thought wistfully, "and collect my undies along the way." She already had her zipper all the way up when an inspiration for a new, better ending to her adventure came to her. Not leaving herself any time to let the audacity of her revised plan scare some sense into her, she unzipped her sweater, slipped it off and tossed it over the railing. Gripping the railing as she watched her only bit of cover flutter down to the first floor, Katie began trembling as the extent of her vulnerability sank in. She began the long trek down to the ground floor on wobbly legs, not bothering to collect the lingerie she'd hidden away on the way up in favor of getting to her sweater as quickly as possible, preferably before anyone else came along to find it. "Or find ME!" she thought. After what seemed to her like an eternity, she made it to the ground floor and scooped the sweater up. Blushing as deeply as she probably ever had, breathing hard and covered in goosebumps, she fumbled around trying to get into the sweater, putting one arm into an inside out sleeve. Though still shaking, she laughed out loud as she pulled the sleeve back right side out and finally got into the cozy knit cardigan. Katie opened the corridor's exterior door and stepped outside. As expected, at this hour the small parking area and the adjacent loading dock were quiet and dark; the air was chilly, but actually fairly mild as February nights go, making the short walk to her car feel more invigorating than frigid. She glanced back at the exit she'd just come out of and noticed that the door was stuck, a few inches short of being closed. The thin strip of light spilling from the open door seemed like an invitation. She put her purse in the car and stood next to it a minute or two, weighing her options. Her sweater joined her purse on the passenger seat. Carrying her key fob in one hand and her phone in the other, she locked the car door on her way back to the Mall exit door, and stepped back into the corridor, this time wearing nothing but her pink mask and a pair of high heels! "Those stockings were pretty nice," Katie said to herself as she started back up the stair, "it would be a shame to leave without them. Besides, I forgot to take any selfies on the 5th floor. I should do some shots by the guardrail, maybe with the stockings..."

Katie's World is Rocked by a Coat byLuckyDave1066© BZZZZZT "UPS!" came blaring over the entrance intercom speaker in Katie's apartment. She knew from previous experience that the driver wouldn't wait more than a few seconds before heading back to his truck, and since this was the third attempt to deliver her shiny new Mac Book Pro she'd need to make a highly inconvenient trek to the UPS distribution center if she didn't catch the driver before he took off. She dashed to the intercom to buzz the driver in but didn't get a response, whether because the driver had already left or because he was headed upstairs wasn't clear. She decided to head downstairs and either meet him on the way down or try to catch him before he left. On one hand she was lucky to have heard the announcement at all, having been in the shower just minutes ago; on the other hand, she couldn't very well go down to the foyer or possibly the sidewalk outside in just a towel! Spotting her roommate Amanda's raincoat on a hook next to the door, she tore the towel off and threw on the coat as she opened the door. She was lucky to find nobody in the hall or on the stairs since she didn't have the coat buttoned until she was halfway down to the entrance. Her haste paid off; she caught up with the driver just as he was about to get back in his truck, taking delivery of her new laptop. It was only after she thanked the driver and turned back towards her building that she realized she had neither her keys nor her phone. She had succeeded in getting her package but was now stranded on the sidewalk, still dripping wet, wearing only a somewhat short coat, several hours before her roommates would return from their classes at the college they all attended. Her run of good luck held up a bit longer, as a neighbor from the first floor she'd met a few times came along a few minutes later. After taking a minute to give her a long look up and down, from her wet hair to her bare legs and feet, he let her in the building. She hadn't closed her apartment door when she bolted out, so she was able to get back home without any further complications. Once she'd finished drying off and got dressed, Katie opened her package and began setting up her new laptop, but she wasn't as excited as she typically would be by a shiny new piece of tech. She kept finding herself looking over at the raincoat, safely back on its hook, and thinking about how vulnerable she'd felt wearing only the coat before her neighbor came along, and how he'd looked her over. She couldn't begin to explain why, but the moment she realized she was stuck outside her building had been about as exciting as it had been aggravating. She'd locked herself out a time or two before, but this felt different. Her neighbor's reaction to her had been different too; they'd spoken briefly a few times since Katie moved in but he'd never looked at her the way he did today. Despite having splurged on a boob job just before the spring semester started, going up from a 38AA to a 38C, she hadn't really become used to the change in how men reacted to her now. She'd saved and scrimped for months, piling up money from her summer job, a bartending gig at the sports bar Amanda waitressed at and had cut her expenses by sharing an apartment with Amanda, her boyfriend Ryan and her own boyfriend, now ex, Alec. She'd considered having the surgery for a while, but this year had been the first time she'd had the money available, and figured it was better to do it now, before starting her business career after graduating in a few months. Whatever doubts she had about going forward with the procedure were eliminated when Alec, who had always told her she was beautiful just as she was, broke up with her and started dating a sophomore who was blessed with what even Katie had to admit were phenomenal breasts. Even after her surgery had drained her savings and involved more discomfort than she had been expecting, Katie was happy she'd gone through with it; the increase in breast size wasn't excessive, but seemed to fit her tall, fit physique way better than what nature had given her. Judging by the tips she was bringing in at work and the way she was being looked at by men in general, the general consensus among the male half of the population seemed to be that she was sexier than before; she wasn't really used to the change in how she was viewed, but to the extent she noticed men's reactions she kind of enjoyed them. One week after her adventure chasing the UPS guy, she was aware she was getting to be a little obsessed with the coat, or more accurately how she had felt while wearing it. She changed her position while working so it wasn't in her line of sight but still found herself looking at it over her shoulder once in a while. She moved it into a closet, but Amanda moved it back to the hook the next day and Katie didn't feel like explaining to her roommate why she wanted to hide the coat away, so on the hook it stayed. "This is stupid!" she thought, pushing away from her desk, "I need to figure out why this is bugging me so much so I can concentrate on this term paper." She was grateful it was Friday, one of the 3 nights a week Amanda and Ryan each had an evening class, letting her try to figure out her fascination in private. She walked over to it and put it on, then checked her appearance in the full length mirror. The coat fit her well, and she looked fine in it, but there was nothing extraordinary, no feeling like the other time she'd worn it. She buttoned it up and went down the stairs and out on the sidewalk, about to where she'd caught up to the UPS guy. Nothing. Back in her apartment, she thought about what was different from her earlier experience wearing the coat. "I wasn't wearing anything under it, could that be it? How freaky does that make me if it is?" she wondered. Since she had plenty of time before her roommates came home, she decided to replicate her first time with the coat more closely, retreating to her bedroom to undress just in case one or both came home early. Wearing nothing else but the coat, she'd made sure it was buttoned up all the way and had the belt tightly tied. Katie went downstairs again, grateful not to meet anyone coming up the stairs as she descended; she was pretty sure the coat was shorter than her shortest skirt, and without any underwear on she was worried about what might be visible from that angle. She immediately noticed a difference in how she felt during this test; just opening the door and stepping out onto the sidewalk gave her goosebumps. Despite having checked and re-checked back in the apartment, she found herself looking at her reflection in windows as she walked down the street to be sure nothing was showing that ought not be exposed. Other than showing a fair bit of leg, nothing was outwardly out of the ordinary, but the experience certainly felt different. "Not neccessarily bad, but definitely interesting," she thought as she walked to the place she had received her package, then continued beyond. Katie's thoughts were anything but ordinary. She couldn't stop thinking about what wasn't present under the coat, and what the people she crossed paths with would think if they knew. She was stunned to realize some small part of her actually wished they did know! "So at least I know it's not the coat itself that's been haunting me, but how I feel while wearing it, and only it; I guess I'm a little more twisted than I knew!" she thought with a laugh. Her experiment ended, for now, Katie strolled back home, enjoying her secret more and more as she went. The following Monday, Katie had to admit to herself that she was still being distracted by this new preoccupation. Since she was having trouble concentrating on her coursework, she decided to treat herself to another jaunt in the coat to get it out of her system. Once her roommates had left for their evening classes she got undressed and put the coat on. Checking her look in the mirror, she made a last-minute adjustment, unbuttoning the top two buttons. A fair amount of her upper chest and a hint of cleavage could now be seen, but no more than would have been possible with several tops she owned. She liked the idea of giving passersby a little hint about her secret without being obvious about it. Walking much farther from home than in her previous experiment, Katie enjoyed knowing that though she was a third of the way to fully unbuttoning the coat, her lack of an outfit was still her little secret. She did catch some men doing a double-take as she passed by, but she knew they weren't getting as good a look at her body as the glimpse they could see had them hoping for. On a quiet stretch of sidewalk she undid one more button, shivering a little even though she was feeling pretty warm. As she had expected and hoped, the men she passed were even more attentive to her appearance. Just for fun, she asked a couple walking hand in hand for directions; the woman responded quickly, while her husband, boyfriend or date just mumbled something while trying with limited success to avoid being obvious as he stared at Katie's cleavage. With her early start this night, Katie was sure Amanda and Ryan would be out for at least two more hours, and she didn't feel like ending the night's experiment just yet. She detoured to a park a couple of blocks off her route home; she and Alec had walked there at night several times and rarely saw anyone, so she didn't worry much about being bothered there. She found a bench well away from the street and sat down to process what she'd been learning about herself lately. She was now aware of a few things she didn't know just a few weeks earlier. She enjoyed, apparently quite a bit, challenging herself to expose more of her body. She liked the effect her bolder self had on men. She didn't want anyone to actually see too much of her...but she was willing to take a chance that they might. The one thing she was sure of was just how unsure she was about where these new impulses might end up taking her. The seclusion of the park made her next step seem safe enough; she stood up and undid her three remaining buttons, leaving only the belt holding the coat closed! Even though she couldn't see or hear anyone nearby, she was shaking as if it was below freezing as she completed the task. She walked towards the sidewalk she'd entered the park from, stopping less than 40 feet away from the park's entrance to check her appearance at a light over the path. There would be little doubt on the part of anyone seeing her now that she wasn't wearing much under the coat, but the belt was still keeping her more or less decent. She turned to head back into the darkness of the park. Her heart was racing as she went ahead with the last challenge she'd given herself while sitting at the bench; standing less than 60 feet away from the sidewalk she undid the belt's knot and opened the coat wide! As she strolled slowly through the park she held the coat just tightly enough to keep it from sliding down off her shoulders; she thought about all the men she'd crossed paths with that night and how much they would enjoy seeing her now. "I can't believe it, but I'm beginning to think I might like that too!" she thought, "But definitely not tonight, this is only for me to know about." As she neared the side street at the other end of the park she reluctantly tied the belt again and buttoned three buttons before turning for home. Katie could hardly wait until Wednesday to come; she was becoming more and more grateful for her roommates' night classes. Minutes after Amanda and Ryan left for class she was standing in front of the mirror next to her apartment's door. Not yet wearing the coat, she studied her naked body as if she was seeing someone else in the mirror, not her own reflection. "See you soon!" she finally said to herself, smiling as she put the coat on and opened the door. She was still tying the belt and had fastened only the two lowest buttons as she reached the sidewalk. She used the time it took her to walk to the same park she'd visited Monday to go over her latest ideas for how to push herself to be a little more daring than she'd been two nights ago. She wanted to do something more outrageous but had been a little scared that she was even thinking about some of the options she'd come up with. Entering the park at its secondary entrance on a side street, Katie kept an eye on her surroundings as she made her way to the same bench she'd stopped at during her last visit. By the time she reached her favorite bench she was sure she was alone. Pretty sure, at least. After a few minutes listening for any sign of company, she decided the voices she could hear all belonged to people passing by the park on the larger street's sidewalk, well over 100 feet away. Sitting on the bench, Katie undid the belt's knot and undid the two buttons still fastened. She opened the coat and looked down at her breasts, belly, and wispy blonde pubes. She smiled as she looked at her exposed body and listened to the chatter of passersby, "If they only knew how close they are to...all this!" she thought. She pushed the coat back off her left shoulder and slowly pulled her left arm free; she hadn't expected it to feel like such a big deal; after all, her shoulders and arms were often visible during the warmer months of the year, but it did feel like she was crossing a line. She knew with the coat off her arms she couldn't cover up quickly if the need arose. This latest move felt like she was somehow committed, but to what exactly she wasn't sure. She took a deep breath and repeated the process on her right side, pulling her arm free. Her coat was now only something to sit on, providing no cover at all; she was amazed that she'd been able to get completely naked a half-mile from home but only a few dozen feet from a steady stream of pedestrians! Katie shivered as she stood up and took a few shaky steps away from the coat, intending to go at least a little bit closer to the main street sidewalk. "Not too close," she thought, "but then again, how will I know where exactly too close is, unless..." The idea of accidentally getting close enough to be spotted by random pedestrians made her shudder, but also smile. Lost in thoughts of how close to the sidewalk she would need to go to be seen, she didn't hear the couple approaching her until they were close enough for her to hear their footsteps on the gravel path! She scrambled back to the bench and got the coat on and its belt tied a few seconds before they and she were in sight of each other as the pair rounded a curve in the path. Katie walked past them as if she had been having an ordinary walk through the park herself, "Partly true, but ordinary this is not!" she thought. She was pretty sure they hadn't seen her until she had the front of the coat closed, but she couldn't be certain. As she walked home it didn't occur to her to fasten any buttons until she was almost back to the apartment; she was too distracted thinking back to how close she had just come to being seen completely nude! She decided she'd rather have been seen nude and been sure about it than this having to wonder about it with no way to ever know! All Thursday afternoon and evening Katie's course work took a back seat to her planning for her next adventure. She wanted to go farther, to be even more daring than she had been so far, thinking if she went far enough she'd finally be able to set this new obsession aside long enough to finish up her work for the semester. "If I can't help myself later I can always get back to it after graduation, but right now I need to focus on my final few weeks of college!" she thought. Friday afternoon seemed to Katie to drag on forever, all she could think about was her plans for the evening. She realized her chosen way to spend Friday night in a college town just weeks from the end of the semester was odd, however thrilling she was finding it. While all over town a lot of her fellow students were either hoping to get someone else naked or fending off such attempts, she was getting aroused by getting herself nude, so far without anyone else's involvement! When Amanda came home late Friday afternoon suffering with a fever and chills, Ryan asked Katie: "If you don't have any plans tonight, would you mind staying home with Amanda, at least until I get back from my class?" Since she couldn't share her already well developed plans for how to spend Friday night with Ryan, Katie agreed to hang around in case Amanda needed anything. Alone in her room after Ryan left, Katie grumbled to herself, "Now I have to wait all weekend AND most of Monday to live out my new fantasy!" Once she calmed down she realized she was being pretty self-centered, thinking about her own perverted pleasure while her friend was miserable; she spent the next few hours keeping Amanda company. Though content to be helping her friend, Katie couldn't help looking wistfully at the coat once in a while and thinking about what she had planned to be doing right around then. Eventually, she resigned herself to waiting a few days, even thinking the delay might be useful in letting her fine-tune her plans. After what all three roommates thought was about the worst possible weekend, things began to look up for each of them. Amanda felt well enough to go to class on Monday night. Ryan was glad to see his girlfriend was feeling better, leaving him free to go to class himself. Katie, of course, was relieved to see them both get back to their normal schedule, leaving her free to prepare for her own adventure. Once she was on her own, Katie got out of her clothes and into the coat, helping herself to a couple more things before leaving for the park. As she walked she went over the various details in her plan for the evening, repeating them to herself so she'd be able to carry out her plan without having too much time to hesitate and possibly lose her nerve. To fuel her state of heightened anticipation she unfastened one of her coat's buttons every time she crossed a street; she had made sure of how many streets she would need to cross to get to the park, exactly as many as the coat had buttons, leaving only the belt holding the coat more or less closed by the time she crossed the busy main street to get to the main entrance. Entering the park's main entrance, Katie enjoyed a leisurely walk from one end of the park almost all the way to the smaller entrance at the other end of the park facing a side street. She intended to take her time with the various steps in the challenge she had given herself, and the initial walk through the park was no exception; she used it to review her plan, getting more and more nervous but also savoring the thought that she was about to go through with it! Nearing the side entrance, Katie sat on a bench and looked around at her surroundings. While there was no sign of anyone else nearby she was a little nervous about how close this bench was to the sidewalk along the side street. She told herself that not many people were likely to use that sidewalk, eventually convincing herself she was probably safe to take the next step in her adventure, the not very dramatic act of leaving a well worn tote bag she'd brought sitting on the bench before heading back towards the center of the park. After a slow stroll to a bench near the center of the park, Katie stopped and had a good look around, as well as the low light level allowed, before taking the first truly daring step in her plan. She took a deep breath and untied the coat's belt. With the coat wide open, she headed back toward the bench she had left the tote bag at, forcing herself to walk slowly, ignoring the voice in her head urging her to get this crazy behavior finished as soon as possible. Though she couldn't see very much of herself as she was walking, as she looked down she did enjoy the way her breasts stood out in the moonlight. "The question is, will anyone else get to enjoy seeing them tonight?" she said out loud, still unsure which outcome she was hoping for! Five minutes or so after opening the coat, Katie neared the bench where she'd left the tote bag. "I hope my bag's still there," she whispered, "well, actually Amanda's bag, but I'm sure she wouldn't mind my borrowing it." Checking for pedestrians on the side street before getting too close, she decided that the necessary conditions for her next step were in place. Knowing what that step was, she shuddered as she pulled her arms out of the coat, standing naked within sight of the side street. She fastened all the buttons and folded it neatly before setting it down on the bench. Once she'd finished with the coat she pulled out another borrowed item from the tote bag; a men's medium/tall fitted dress shirt, courtesy of Ryan, not that he had a clue about its current location. Katie considered the shirt fair game since she'd found it at the bottom of a bag of discarded clothes destined for recycling. Katie cursed herself for making getting into the shirt such a slow process; she had buttoned it up from top to bottom AND knotted the sleeves together. Twice. "Why, why, why did I do this to myself? Did I have to make this so freaking difficult, especially while I'm naked?" she grumbled, answering herself, "Because it gets me hot, of course. I didn't have to do ANY of this, but I wanted to; I could just have kept the coat on until the shirt was ready to wear, but that wouldn't have been nearly as much fun!" She had to admit this step was the most exciting one yet, as made clear by her stiff nipples and moist pussy. After a deliciously long time getting the shirt in a wearable state she finally was able to put it on and buttoned the bottom seven buttons. Looking at how the shirt fit her she gave thanks Ryan was a tall guy; if he'd been 5'-8" instead of the 6'-5" he was she'd have been pretty much bottomless. As it was, her ass was, just, fully covered and her pussy was out of sight as long as the wind stayed calm. She put the neatly folded coat in the empty tote and left it on the bench as she set off for a walk towards the main park entrance by way of the sidewalks outside the park. As Katie left the side street entrance to the park behind, she started a timer on her phone, set to repeat at two minute intervals. She'd estimated the walk from one park entrance to the other would take around 10 minutes. She hoped the estimate was fairly close to reality because her plan included a requirement that she undo one of the shirt's buttons each time the timer buzzed. A ten-minute trip would result in her showing a fair amount of skin but leave two fairly important buttons still fastened, while a twelve-minute walk would mean showing off at least some of her pubic hair before reaching the main park entrance. Anything longer than a fourteen-minute walk would mean being out on the sidewalk wearing only a completely unbuttoned shirt! While technically this would still be less exposure than she'd already had while getting into the shirt, the main street sidewalk was way, way busier and brighter than the area around the park bench had been, with the added variable of cars passing by just a few feet away! The beginning of Katie's sidewalk journey didn't go well at all; right as she started she saw a rowdy bunch of guys around her age on the main street sidewalk headed in the same direction she needed to go. She had no choice but to stay back some distance down the side street to wait them out; they sounded as if they'd been drinking heavily already and weren't walking very quickly. What she had expected to be a fairly quick part of her walk found her standing still, and the timer went off before she had even reached the main street. She kept the bargain she'd made with herself, undoing a button, one high enough on her chest that she would normally have it open anyway, leaving six fastened. The next two minutes seemed to fly by, but as the buzzer went off again Katie thought the amount of sidewalk she'd covered since the previous buzz of the timer gave her a good chance to make it to the main entrance to the park with at least three, and possibly four buttons still in place. Given her confidence in being able to make it to the end of this jaunt still relatively well covered, she didn't mind having to unfasten the next button, leaving five still in place. She was now showing a lot of cleavage and found she was enjoying being ogled by the handful of men she crossed paths with. Shortly after the second buzz from her phone Katie's chances of making it back into the park without showing vast amounts of skin took a big hit. A passing police officer pulled his car over to the curb alongside her and rolled down his window, asking,"Are you okay, miss?" Though well enough covered now, Katie was pretty flustered, thinking someone might have seen her naked before she got the shirt on and called the police. She stepped over to the car and leaned down to answer him; "Umm, yeah, I'm fine, officer. Just having a walk." She realized a little too late that by bending over to speak with him she was treating him to a great view down the front of her shirt! She guessed she was being recorded by his body camera and wished she could see what it was recording. At the sound of her phone buzzing, she felt herself blushing; no way would she be undoing any buttons until this conversation was over and he'd moved on down the road! After a pause to talk with someone over his radio, he continued questioning her, "A walk, dressed like this? Do you have far to go? Can I give you a lift?" "Okay, he's being a little creepy now," she thought to herself. "Nah, I'll be home in a few minutes, thanks anyway." "Suit yourself, but be careful," he said before rolling the window up and driving off. As she watched his taillights disappear the timer buzzed again! "Damn! That's two buttons, only three left!" Katie grumbled. She took a quick look around to be sure nobody was close enough to see clearly as she undid a button just slightly below her breasts, pausing for a moment before unfastening the next button, this one just above her belly button. Though now getting pretty nervous, she felt proud that she hadn't backed out of her self-imposed dare. She picked up her pace, thinking she might yet have a chance to make it to the park entrance with two buttons still in place. She was making good time, taking long strides towards the park entrance, which was now close enough to be seen clearly, and was trying not to think too much about how she must look now. There was no need to guess how she looked, the looks she received from the two men she crossed paths with gave her a pretty good idea. Even under the streetlights, the men enjoying the sight of her couldn't tell how deeply she was blushing; before now she'd never been this close to random strangers while being so exposed; she felt a tingle every time she passed near another pedestrian. She had a quiet laugh thinking back to the minutes before she put on the shirt, and how much easier it had been being completely naked when no one else was around! Now Katie faced a new problem; more accurately an old problem coming back to haunt her again. Though they'd had plenty of time to get far down the road during Katie's conversation with the policeman, the drunk group of what she guessed were frat boys, possibly from her own college, had paused just past the park entrance. Though a good fifty yards away she could make out the sound of one of the group puking his guts out and the laughter of his friends. She stepped over to a kiosk covered with posters and ads near the curb to stay out of their sight, hoping they would get moving soon; she had only been there a few seconds when she heard her phone buzz! Katie wasn't troubled as much by having to unfasten the next button as by the thought that the drunk lads might be there a while. She went ahead with undoing the button, exposing her belly several inches below her navel; "Only two left!" she thought, and cringed as she alternated between checking on the drunk dudes and watching the seconds flashing by on her phone's screen. With less than a minute left on the latest cycle, she saw the group begin staggering away. As close as they still were to the park entrance and as little time as there was left on this cycle of the timer, she resigned herself to giving up another button before making a dash for the park. She had her hands in position before the buzz sounded and undid the second to last button. She looked again up the sidewalk to see how far the drunk dudes had moved, but judging it to still be a little too soon to try to get to the park took a moment to look down to see what the latest unfastening had revealed. "Well, anyone seeing me now will know I'm a natural blonde!" Katie thought as she shivered at the sight of her corn silk colored bush. She was so focused on the sight of her pubes being on display that she almost didn't notice how the front of the shirt was now gaping open, framing her mostly exposed breasts. By the time she had finished assessing her level of exposure and had one more look up the street, she was stunned to see her phone's screen somehow counting down the last 12 seconds of the current cycle! Stepping out from behind the kiosk with less than 8 seconds left before the buzz would sound, Katie knew she wouldn't get anywhere near the park entrance before the timer called for her shirt's last button. Walking slowly towards the park entrance on wobbly legs she turned the timer off and unfastened the last button. Still at least 30 yards from the relative privacy of the park, she felt a little dizzy as she pulled the shirt open wide, exposing every bit of her breasts, belly, hips, and pussy. She continued to walk slowly towards her destination, shocking herself again as she felt a little disappointed that there weren't any pedestrians headed towards her! Just when she thought her exposure was going to go unnoticed, a series of honks from a passing car let her know someone had enjoyed seeing her display! She laughed out loud and turned to give the car's lucky occupants as long a look as possible! With nobody else in sight after the honking car was gone, Katie turned into the park and headed for a bench just far enough into the park to effectively be invisible from the sidewalk. She listened for a minute to be sure she was alone; once satisfied that she was, she pulled the shirt off and dropped it on the bench. Though she'd been nude in public or nearly so several times since developing this new hobby, she'd never done what she was about to try now. Completely naked aside from her sneakers, she gave the shirt one last, fond look; leaving her only clothing within a third of a mile behind on the bench, she set off, heading for the coat she'd left at the opposite end of the park! She felt her heart racing as she began walking, knowing that whatever happened along the way, there would be no cover available to her between the shirt she'd just left behind and the coat. For the first few minutes of her hike, Katie was still shaking, though it had been as uneventful as a long naked walk through a city park ever could be. When she passed what seemed like the halfway point she took a short break at a bench. As the fact sank in that she was only a few minutes away from the place she'd left the coat, she finally began to relax. Enjoying having the park to herself, she absentmindedly began stroking her right leg's inner thigh, then began gently pulling at her nipples; even though she was pretty sure it wasn't caused by a person, a rustling sound in some shrubs a few feet away put a quick end to what would have been her first time masturbating by moonlight. "As soon as I get home..." she promised herself as she reluctantly got up from the bench and began walking again. As she closed in on the bench where she'd left the coat, Katie was feeling relieved to be nearing the end of the many challenges she'd subjected herself to his evening. She recognized a large boulder next to the path as a landmark she'd noticed earlier, meaning her one crucial piece of clothing was just around the next bend! Her satisfaction at nearing her final goal vanished when she came around the last bend and could see the bench. The tote bag was right where she had left it, but it was obvious the coat wasn't in it any more, since a woman was standing in front of the bench wearing it! She had it buttoned up and the belt was tied, and she spun around a few feet away from a man seated on the bench as if modeling it for him. Katie was stunned to hear the man say, "It looks good on you, maybe you should keep it." "Oh, hell no!" thought Katie, "This just can't be happening!" She really, really didn't want to go out to talk with the couple and claim the coat, but she wanted even less to have to walk home in the nude AND have to explain to Amanda why her coat was gone. She gave some thought to hiking back to where she'd left the shirt and somehow try to explain the loss of the coat, but thought, "The way my night is going the shirt will be gone too, and by the time I could get back here these two would likely have left." Shuddering as she began walking towards the couple, Katie got within 30 feet of them before she attempted to speak. Her mouth felt bone dry, and she barely managed to squeak out a muffled, "Hello?" "Holy shit!" said the man. "Are you alright?" asked the woman. "I'm, um, yeah, I mean...that's mine. The coat." "Why are you naked?" the woman asked. "Kind of a dare. Can I please have my coat? "I'm impressed, it must be quite the dare! Of course you can have the coat, on one condition." "Okaaay...I'm obviously in no position to bargain with you, what do you want?" asked Katie, fearing some sort of lewd sexual demand. "Relax, I'd just like to get a picture of us together." "Umm, okay, I guess I can do that." "Come on, then. The lighting is better over there near the corner." the woman said, motioning towards the main street! Katie nodded glumly and walked with the couple; she could see a few people walking on the larger street's sidewalk, but luckily enough most of them were headed away from the corner she was heading towards. When they all reached the corner and its pool of light from a street light, the woman handed the man her phone and told him to take a bunch to be sure they got a good shot. After what seemed to Katie like an eternity while he took and reviewed a dozen or so photos, he said he was satisfied with the results. Katie thought she was done being photographed, but the man handed the phone to the woman so she could review the photos and asked if she would take some of HIM with Katie! "Good idea," the woman said as she took the phone. "Stand under the streetlight and get in close together." With no pedestrians in sight, Katie was surprised how comfortable she was becoming standing utterly naked on a well-lit sidewalk with a couple of total strangers. She actually was starting to enjoy being photographed, imagining the couple looking at them later and getting aroused by the images; with that in mind, she took the woman's request that she and the man get closer to heart, putting her left arm around him and hugging him tightly enough that she was sure he had to feel her breast pressing against his right arm! He took her behavior as an invitation, putting his right arm around her waist and letting it drift down until his hand was resting on the upper curve of her right butt cheek. Feeling his warm hand sitting on her ass sent a jolt through her, but she didn't object. Katie thought her increasingly flirtatious behavior would make the woman want to end the session and give her the coat, but it seemed to have had the opposite effect, as the woman now called out, "That's great, get tighter!" Katie had initially dreaded the photo session but was now getting into it. She held out her own phone and asked the woman if she could take a few shots with it for her to keep! She stepped back in front of the man and facing him put her arms around his neck and leaned into him, pressing her breasts into his chest while looking back over her shoulder. He seemed to be taken aback by her boldness, holding his arms out with palms turned up as if asking his girlfriend what to do. Though Katie was by now thoroughly enjoying herself, the man backing off broke the mood, forcing her to face the erotic turn her behavior had taken. She pulled away and asked again, "Can I please have my coat now? The man spoke up in support, asking, "What do you say, Tina, have we tortured this poor girl enough yet?" "I suppose so, though honestly, Darren, she didn't look like she was having such a bad time." She motioned for Katie to follow her to the bench where the tote bag was still sitting. As Katie and Tina reached the bench, Darren waited at the park entrance, Tina having asked him to be a lookout. Katie wondered why they would need a lookout at this point after the risky nude photo session, but didn't ask any questions, wanting only to get her coat back and get home. Tina's caution made sense as she unbuttoned the coat; beneath the coat Tina turned out to be every bit as naked as Katie was! Standing slack-jawed just a few feet away from the suddenly naked stranger, Katie asked, 'What the, I mean why are you, how did..." finally blurting out, "You're naked!" "Yeah, I guess I am," laughed Tina as she handed Katie the coat, "I hope you're not offended." "But how, you couldn't have planned this," Katie asked as she watched Tina get her panties and bra out of the tote bag. "We were just having a walk when I spotted the tote bag; once I saw the coat things developed quickly. There was a little striptease, followed by me modeling the coat for Darren; if you were just a few minutes later you might have really seen something!" "Wow, hot! Sorry if I interrupted you!" said Katie as she finished buttoning the coat up. Once both women were dressed, they walked out to where Darren was waiting and parted after saying goodnight. Katie barely noticed her surroundings as she walked home, still dazed by all she had been through. As she neared home she looked through the newest photos on her phone and smiled; it may have seemed like a dream but she had proof that her adventure had been very real. Tired but thrilled to be back in her apartment, she noticed both her roommates' backpacks were hanging near the door; since she could see the entire living room, kitchen and dining area from the door she assumed they must be in their bedroom, all the way down the hall, well past her room. She called out, "Amanda - I borrowed your coat to go for a walk, I hope that's okay." She heard Amanda yell back, "Sure, no problem, just put it back on the hook." Her voice had definitely come from the far bedroom. Katie knew it was risky, but with her roommates in their room she couldn't resist giving herself one last challenge; she unbuttoned the coat and untied the belt, moving quickly to avoid having time to chicken out. After one last look down the hall, she took the coat off and hung it up as requested! She walked briskly towards her room, congratulating herself for pulling off one last bit of mischief to top off her night. She was less than 8 feet from the door to her room when Ryan popped out of the bathroom, almost crashing into his inexplicably naked roommate! "Ahhh, hi there..." Ryan mumbled after a few seconds of stunned silence. "Hi! Goodnight!" Katie squealed as she ran into her room, slamming the door shut behind her; she collapsed on her bed with one more highlight of her evening available to think back on as she began stroking herself.

Kates Evening Out byAllstar7© "Okay, and now!" Kate didn't move. "Okay and now!" She still didn't move. "Okay, how about now!?" Kate groaned as she still didn't move, she was still firmly planted behind her front door, nude. Now being nude in her own home was nothing new to Kate. Since her 'night out' a few weeks ago, where she had streaked through an entire park and drove home in the buff, she had learned to be more comfortable in her own skin. With her dyed blonde hair, her smaller breast, big butt, and yes even her mismatching pubic hair, she was super comfortable in her own skin. In fact, a lot in her life had improved since, she learned more and embraced herself in her ENF kink, and even worked up the courage to ask out her office crush Diane. It was actually both of those reasons why Kate found herself in her current predicament. Diane and she had been dating for a few weeks now, even became official just the other day, she was smart, beautiful, could match her drink for drink. She excelled with the 'goth look' with her pale skin, dark hair, and her tits were huge! Okay, maybe Kate was a little jealous because of her tiny breasts, but it just meant there was more to enjoy of Diane! But Moving on! Despite the fact the sex and romance were great, she still felt like she was holding back a piece of herself. She figured now was the right time to share with her girlfriend her ENF kink. However, her stupid brain or loins had the brilliant idea to leave her home nude, drive all the way to Diane's house and knock on her door....naked. It combined everything she enjoyed, streaking outside her home, and hopefully leading to a great time with Diane. She had to bite her lip as even the image of doing that was making herself aroused. Oh it was so easy to plan this out days in advance but now the day had arrived, and she was panicking. It was only 5 pm and so freaking bright out, the last time she streaked it was in the middle of the night. Kate started to worry if one of her neighbors saw her, how would she explain herself? Maybe she could do this another time? Diane had no idea what she was planning. A ping from her phone got her attention, that and her car keys were the only things she was bringing with her. Nicole: You better not be backing out, you owe me for humiliating me during my apartment fire drill. Oh right, Kate did tell someone, her friend Nicole. The two of them had been sharing each other's ENF fantasies, even pushed each other to go out streaking. She was quite surprised and hugely turned on when Nicole shared that as she was streaking through her apartment building the fire alarm went off, it didn't end well, and Nicole felt that she was a big part to blame for having pushed her to streak that night. Nicole: Well? Kate: No!... Just preparing myself. It is a little chilly, maybe I should do this when it's warmer, like next summer! Kate had to bite her lip, she knew Nicole wouldn't be happy about this, probably trying to make her go ahead with this idea. The redhead always had a way of convincing her to do things she wouldn't normally do. Nicole: If you aren't comfortable doing this then that's fine. That was unexpected, maybe Nicole was losing her touch? Nicole: I guess you'll just have to keep imagining how Diane would react if she saw you at her door naked. Kate had to close her eyes in frustration, oh it would be so hot! Nicole: I mean showing up at her door nude, at that point she has to sleep with you, what other way could she respond? That was true, this was probably the ultimate form of a booty call Kate could make, maybe she should go....wait a minute. Was Nicole trying to use reverse psychology on her? Nicole: Just driving with your bare butt on the leather seat of your car, you might just cum on the ride over there. That bitch. Nicole was purposely sending her images of how this night could be, she could end up bent over a cop car and getting fucked in the ass again, but it was worth it if she actually streaked to Diane's! Kate: Fine! I'm going! Before Kate could second guess herself she reached the door handle and whipped the door wide open. She took a step, her bare feet meeting the rough surface of her wooden porch. She nervously moved the rest of her body outside. Luckily no one was outside. Running on pure instincts she locked her door and started running towards her car on the driveway. Her arm shielding her breasts and her hand holding her phone covering her dark bush. "Fuck me, fuck me," Kate said under her breath as she reached the side of her car. She glanced over her shoulder and started to hear voices from the next door. Her neighbors were coming out! She finally unlocked the door and climbed inside, a moment later she saw her neighbor step out. He looked over and waved over to her. She hesitantly waved back as she slouched in her seat trying to hide her nude state. Kate's heart felt like it was about to beat out of her chest, and she could already feel herself leaking on her seat, if she was a moment slower her neighbor would've gotten an eyeful of her firm butt. Oh god, she was only in her car and she was already so horny! She took a deep breath and turned the car on and pulled out of her driveway. "Oh, Kate got a moment dear?" Kate turned her head and saw her elderly neighbor walking over to her from across the street. Oh god, how would she explain to her why she was naked in her car!? Kate felt her face blush as she shook her head no, and started to pull away. "So-sorry! I-I'm in a rush!" Kate shouted as she drove off faster then she should've in a quiet neighborhood, leaving her stunned neighbor in the dust. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," Kate muttered as she continued driving, barely a minute streaking and she had two close calls! She should've turned back, realized how stupid idea this was, someone was bound to see her, but as she stopped at a red light and glanced down she could see she was spilling honey all over her leather seat! "Oh, the smell is never going to come off," Kate said out loud but at the same time, she wanted nothing more than to start playing with herself. She knew she'd be turned on by streaking but didn't think she'd be ready to cum already! She bit her lip as she moved her right hand off the wheel and down her body. Her pussy was aching so much, maybe just a few quick flicks while she had a moment. *HONK* Kate jumped in her seat as she heard someone behind her honk. She glanced up and saw the light was green and holding up a couple of cars behind her. Her face flushed, whether, in embarrassment or the fact she was about to finger herself in the middle of traffic, she sped off towards Diane. She was finding it harder to concentrate, her pussy was aching so much to be touched. She tried closing her legs shut hoping it would help but all it did was make her rub her honey-soaked thighs against one another. The squishing sound telling her how wet she was caused her to moan quietly. She soon reached Diane's home. She cursed out loud as the street parking in front of her house was already taken, and that forced her to park a minute down the road. She took a deep breath and turned off her car. She was so close, but it was a quick jog to Diane's front door. The sun was setting but it was still fairly bright out, she would be exposed at best for only a minute. Just the thought alone was making her crazy, she had to squeeze her legs with her hands in order to make sure they didn't go anywhere she didn't want them too. A ping from her phone got her attention. Nicole: So did you woo Diane by showing up nude, or are you hiding in your car? Oh, that damn woman knew her too well. Kate: Just waiting for the right time. Don't you have something better to do? Like masturbating in front of all your neighbors? Oh, right you already did that. Oh, that felt good, no matter how much control Nicole may have she at least could hold that over her head. Another ping was heard, and Kate started to panic, oh no why did she have to say that!? Nicole: I'll let you have that one....but only one. And for your info, I'm about to go downstairs in my building to do laundry, so I won't be able to bother you anymore. Good luck! Once the coast was clear, she made her move. She quickly got out of her car and stayed low. She covered both breasts with her hands and started running down the sidewalk. She felt her heart racing, she was streaking in a place she'd never been before, all she had on her was her keys and phone, she truly was vulnerable. She squirmed as each house she passed risked someone catching her outside their window. However, that just caused her to feel even more aroused, the more exposed, and at-risk she was, the more the fire inside of her burned. Kate's eyes widened as she felt a familiar pit in her stomach, oh no, she was about to orgasm! She nearly crashed into Diane's door as she started banging on her door. "Fuck me, fuck me," Kate said nervously as she tried to hold in a moan, oh god she was so close! She heard the door's lock being turned and soon saw her beautiful girlfriend pop out. XXX Diane's expression was one of shock as she saw her trembling and very surprising nude girlfriend standing in front of her. She didn't know how to react, she appreciated seeing her and naked as well, but when she'd suggested hanging out at her house she kinda expected her date to be clothed. "Um..?" Diane was truly at a loss for words, she didn't know whether to look at her or turn around. "C-can I-I-I -com-come in!" Kate pleaded as she was glancing behind her, making sure no one got an unobstructed view of her large butt. Diane wanted to say yes, but this was just too weird. "Why are you nude Kate?" Diane was surprised that instead of an answer she heard Kate moan, her first instinct was to help but the moan sounded familiar, it wasn't of pain....but pleasure? "Diane, please let me in!" Kate begged, as she bit her lip and closed her eyes, she seemed to be holding back. Diane knew Kate well enough to know that this was her "I'm about to cum beware everyone in the splash zone". Before Diane could tell Kate to come in the older women gasped and fell onto her knees on her welcome mat. Kate tilted her head back and moaned out loud as she came right in front of Diane. The older woman who Diane found to take charge in the bedroom due to her experience was air humping her welcome mat and cumming right in front of her like a common street whore. Diane pulled her girlfriend inside, but Kate was still cumming so it was more dragging her inside. She closed her door and pulled Kate to her living room. The womans moan getting quieter and quieter until all she could hear was heavy breathing. She was so confused and had so many questions. Was she mugged? Or worse...raped? XXX Kate had her eyes closed as she continued to enjoy her post-orgasm bliss. From reading ENF erotic fiction she'd been aware of 'ENF orgasm' an orgasm created from being in an ENF situation without even touching yourself, but she never actually thought her body was capable of it. She could feel her walls constrict as she started to cum, it was odd cumming while neither her fingers of her vibrator was inside of her. It was then her other senses started to come back, first, she smelled of something really sweet, a familiar perfume, then she could feel another hand on top of hers, stroking her arm with their thumb. Kate's eyes immediately opened and she jumped a little as she realized she was no longer on Diane's front porch, she turned to her side and saw her girlfriend sitting beside, a small frown on her face. Oh god, how would she explain this? Her face heated up and her mouth opened and closed but no words came out of her mouth, she already had trouble planning to explain to Diane how she has an ENF kink, but now how do you explain showing up at your girlfriend's door naked and on your knee's cumming on their front door!? "I-I-I, um, ah how do I-" Kate's stumbled speech was interrupted by Diane leaning over and kissing her on the lips. Kate immediately melted into the kiss, oh she needed this. Before the kiss could move any further Diane pulled away, much to the whimper of Kate. "Are you okay?" Diane asked. Not trusting her voice yet Kate simply nodded, giving Diane's hand a firm squeeze. "Do you want some clothes, maybe need me to call the cops?" Diane continued to speak. Cops, COPS!? Kate started to panic again, she knew there was a chance Diane wouldn't appreciate this gesture but calling the cops on her was a bit extreme. "NO!" Kate yelled, surprising the dark-haired woman. Diane looked at Kate a little uneasy as she glanced at her cell phone then back to her nude girlfriend. "Is that a no to the clothes or the cops?" "Both." Kate squeaked her face still very much red. "Um alright, why don't you explain whats going on then. Because I'm very confused and worried Kate." Diane said. Kate nodded, okay she sucked at planning, sucked worse at actually following through on her plan, maybe winging it would be best. "You agree that since we've been having sex its been amazing right?" Diane nodded along to her words. "Well, you showed me your toys last time, and it got me thinking, I wanted to show you one of my kinks." Kate could feel heart racing a mile a minute, but she could do this. "So my kink was showing up at your door, naked." Oh, she could feel her face heat up just saying that out loud. She didn't want to look at Diane's face but she needed to know how the younger woman was taking this odd fetish. "So you get off on showing off your body?" Diane asked. "Not exactly, it's more the thrill of trying not to be caught " Kate tried to explain. "So you get off on not showing off your body?" The goth looked very confused. "...not exactly?" God, why was this so difficult!? "It's called ENF, stands for embarrassed, nude, female. Basically it's a fetish in which people get sexual pleasure from being naked and exposed in places they are normally supposed to wear clothes at." Kate could finally see the wheels turning in Diane's head as she started to explain ENF a bit more. "Oh! So you get horny from exposing your tiny boobies outside your home?" God, when Diane said it like that it sounds so humiliating. She felt herself crossing her arms over her small chest. "Well I wouldn't use those words but yes." Kate agreed, somewhat. "That would explain why I opened my door to find you having an orgasm on my 'welcome' mat." Oh if Kate could jump in a hole she would. "I didn't plan for that to happen, but I got so worked up that I couldn't control myself," Kate responded shyly. "Sorry I freaked you out and sorry for...ruining your mat." She said as she looked down at her lap. She could feel Diane's hand on her face as she twisted her to look in her direction. "Nothing to be sorry about, if anything it's a compliment you wanted to open your world to me." A small smile forming on Diane's face. Kate could feel her own smile forming as well, Diane was her first partner she ever told about her ENF kink, and she was accepting of it! Oh, she could kiss Diane at this moment...well why wasn't she!? Kate leaned in softly placed her lips onto Diane's. The younger woman was eager to reciprocate as she leaned into the kiss. Kate could start to feel her racing as she could feel Diane place her soft hands on her bare body. It was such a strange feeling being completely naked while your partner was fully clothed, it sent tingles down her body knowing she should be feeling a little shy because of it, but if anything it turned her on more. She pushed herself over so that she was straddling her. She slid her tongue across Diane's lips and the other woman was eager to accept as she opened her mouth to let it in. Her hands were just as active as she rubbed them across the younger woman's body, excited to feel every inch of it, there were just a few things in the way. Her hands reached down to Diane's jeans, she unbuttoned and unzipped them, the sound making her smile. Willing to help, Diane lifted her lower body and Kate easily pulled the pants down the woman's leg. Kate soon broke the kiss and started to move her way down the goths neck, she was all too willing and leaned her head back to open more access. She planted small kisses along her jawline and further down, a soft moan escaping Diane's mouth. Taking advantage of the amount of cleavage her shirt was giving Kate started to plant kisses along her chest, she could feel Diane jump a little at the attention her body was getting. Kate had to admit Diane's breasts were one of the biggest she'd ever seen, she could spend so much time giving them the attention they needed, but Kate felt like eating something first. Kate slid down to kneel on the floor between Diane's legs. She gently placed her hands on the insides of the horny girl's quivering thighs, feeling the softness of her skin, she pushed them further apart so that Diane's legs were now spread obscenely wide. Then the blonde took a second to admire the view from close. The sheer panties were stained with juices, changing the material from sheer to transparent, showing off every detail of Diane's pristine pussy. Kate looked up to see Diane looking to her side away from her, a small blush on her face. She found it cute no matter how many times they slept together the younger woman always seemed to be a little shy when it came to sex. She smiled devilishly and gave her a wink before she lowered her mouth and planted a kiss on Diane's lips through the panties, making the dark-haired beauty throw her head back in pleasure. The blonde let her tongue run along the contours of her slit for a second before she reached for the waistband of her panties. It didn't take much force to rip the flimsy material apart, leaving Diane's dripping pussy completely bare. She tugged the shreds out from under her girlfriend's ass, leaving her naked from the waist down, and threw the remains onto the floor with a flick of her wrist. Then she dived in, having wasted enough time on teasing she now felt the need to taste this girl. She felt her jump as her lips locked around the clit and she applied suction. "Holy Fuck!!!" Diane yelled out as she felt the older woman's tongue flick over her sensitive spot, her back arching off the couch at the sensation. The blonde then used the thumbs of both hands to pull Diane's labia apart, exposing the inner pinkness of her pussy and her tight opening and pushed her tongue as deep into the velvety channel as it would go. A quick glance up and Kate could see Diane reached up, cupping her own heaving breasts through her shirt with her hands and began to tweak and twist her nipples while she was orally serviced. Kate smirked as her tongue ran over a sensitive spot. The sudden jolt went through the goths body and her eyes opened wide, staring down at the blonde, who grinned cheekily while she inserted two fingers into her pussy, rapidly finger-fucking her. "Cum, Diane" she whispered before locking her lips around her clit again. Diane bucked and thrashed on the couch, quickly losing control over her own body. Her legs clamped together over Kate's ears as the blonde furiously fingered her. "Oh my god... oh... Oh... OOOOOOH!" she yelled on the top of her lungs, throwing her head back as she came over the girl's hand and face. Her whole body tensed and shuddered as her pussy exploded over Kate's fingers. "Fuuuuck..." Suddenly all tension left Diane. Her body felt like jelly. Breathlessly she slumped back on the couch, panting, her knees dropping apart, letting Kate's head free. "... shit," she mouthed. Kate chuckled silently. She gave Diane's pussy a last lick, lapping up her honey from her slit before slowly crawling up on top of her. Softly she kissed her on her lips, making her taste her own juices. "Nice show!" she whispered, winking at the exhausted woman. Diane whimpered in response, unable to form any words. As comfortable as the couch was Kate knew the bedroom was where the main show needed to be. She gently tugged Diane's arm until she stood up. She wobbled a bit as she was still recovering from her orgasm. "Oh, why did you rip my underwear? Those were one of my favorite pairs of panties?" Diane whined when she saw her undergarment ripped in two. Kate had the decency to blush, she may have gotten a little TOO in the moment. "Sorry." She said while they both walked upstairs to her bedroom. "How about next week we go shopping and I can find you something nice to wear to repay you?" She batted her eyes a bit for extra emphasis. Diane giggled at the older woman's antics, she was always a sucker for Kate. "Sure we can go shopping. At the local mall?" "Right." Kate nodded, oh her girlfriend was so unaware of what she had planned for her at the mall, but as she walked behind Diane and finally got a good look at her bottomless state, her cute butt jiggling with each step, all logic went out the window. Diane had barely walked into the bedroom when she gasped in surprise as Kate started attacking her neck. Pecking at every inch of the dark beauties neck. She bit her lip as she could also feel Kate's hands grabbing a handful of her butt. Soon the hands circled around her and started to tug at her shirt. "As much as I fucking love seeing you bottomless, it's time to get you naked," Kate said each word spoken between a kiss on the neck. Diane merely nodded and lifted her hands to allow Kate to lift her shirt over her head and thrown to the floor, now only wearing her bra. Kate's hand soon attacked Diane's large breasts, groping them over her bra. Even though she'd just come Diane could already feel her pussy moistening from the attention. Eager to continue Kate snaked her sands underneath Diane's bra, eager to finally play with her two favorite toys. Everyone at their office didn't nickname her DDiane for nothing. Diane moaned out loud as her thumb brushed over her left nipple. She then used both of her index fingers and started circling her nipples, getting the woman to shudder. She soon used her thumb and finger and pinched, eliciting another moan. Soon Kate started pinching and lightly tugging them. "Oooooh, Kate!" A louder cry escaping the goth's lips. Kate smirked, god just hearing her girlfriend moan her name was making her wet. She went up to her ear and gave it a small bite. The biting mixed in with her nipples being pinched caused Diane's body to shake, almost dropping onto the bed if it wasn't for Kates's own hands. "Oh FUCK KATE!" Diane cried out, her own hands went up to her own breasts and grabbing Kate's hand. "Are you about to cum for me?" Kate whispered in her ear. "Yeah," Diane said quietly, nodding. Before Diane could say anything she felt Kate's hands move out of her bra, she was about to whine about why she stopped before she felt Kate push her, bending her over her bed. She felt the blonde's hands on her bra and unclasped them, and pulled them off her, leaving her naked just like Kate. "Where is it?" Kate demanded. Diane knew what she was referring to "Top drawer, left dresser." Diane could hear Kate opening the drawer. She felt her face heat up at what was about to happen. Not trusting her legs to give out again she crawled onto the bed and laid on all fours ready to be fucked. Diane soon heard something behind her. She turned her head and her heart started to race even more as she saw Kate behind her, a strap on being worn. "I trust you don't need lubrication?" Kate teased, a small smirk on her face. Diane nodded not trusting her voice to answer, as it was fairly obvious how wet Kate had made her. She just wiggled her ass inviting her to come in. Diane could feel Kate crawl in the bed behind her. She bit her lip as she could feel the strap on poking at her hot core, just a few more inches. *SMACK* Diane cried out and almost fell on her face as she felt her rear get smacked, she was about to turn her head before Kate slapped her ass again. "I asked you a question Diane, not have you shake your ass at me like a horny idiot," Kate growled out, her dominant sexual personal fully coming out. Oh, Diane loved it when Kate dominated her like this, maybe it was because she was younger, or less experienced but either way she loved this. "N-NO!" Diane yelled out Another hand smacked her left butt cheek. It was so hard she nearly felled over, her breasts swung wildly smacking her in the face. "No what?" Kate said her hand raised to give another slap. "N-no, i-it doe-doesn't need to be lub-lubricated!" Diane was getting desperate, her pussy was aching to be filled, she wanted no needed Kate to fuck her now! "Please Kate!" Diane started to beg. Her girlfriend's only answer was another spank to her now quite red rear. "How bad do you want this fake dick in your pussy?" Kate demanded. Diane whimpered as her girlfriend gave another smack. "Very badly! If we were at work and you bent me over my desk I'd be so happy for you to fuck me! Kate smiled at that answer, she may have to try that work then. She grabbed the quivering girl's waist and positioned the strap on at Diane's leaking entrance. She gently slid the peak along the slit. Diane moaned out at the touch, arching her back trying to push her pussy into it. Soon Kate started to push inside Diane's walls, she smiled as there wasn't much resistance, the poor girl must have been soaked while she teased her. The entire length of the strap on was in, she stayed still for a moment to let Diane soak it in. Her heavy breathing was a sign she was in her own world. She pulled out a little before slamming it in, a cry escaping Diane's lips from the force. Kate pulled out even more and put it back in, and soon she started to have a rhythm. Each time she pushed it back in Diane would push her butt out to meet it. Kate could hear Diane's breathing quickening. She exhaled loudly as she slipped deeper inside. Her cunt clamped down tightly around the shaft. She slowly slid it back and forth inside her. Hands gripped her hips tighter trying to keep their rhythm The room was silent except for Diane's heavy breathing and the suction sound of strapon moving back and forth inside her pussy. Feeling bold Kate leaned in and circled her arms and with each hand grabbed a handful of Diane's swinging breasts. That caused the goth to cry out even louder as Kate started to play with her nipples. "Oh, oh, oh, Oh, Oh, OH!" Diane started to pant, she was close to cumming. Kate picked up the pace and started thrusting harder and faster. "Oh, Oh, I-I'm about to-to CUM!" Diane tilted her back and started to orgasm loudly as Kate gave one final thrust into her. Her body shook as she moaned out, her pussy started to squirt her honey all over Kate's torso and onto the bed. She could feel her body still shaking in her arms as she remained on the spit of the shaft. The room was quiet except for the sound of our breathing. Diane remained standing on all fours. Kate slowly removed the shaft from out of her, it was completely coated in her juices. She got off of Diane and laid down on the bed, the younger woman following suit. "That...was amazing Kate," Diane said, with each word taking heavier breaths. Kate just smiled as she took the moment of peace to admire her girlfriend. Sweat glistened all of Diane's body, her face was flushed red, and with each breath, she saw her large breasts moving up and down, it was almost hypnotic. Not even to mention the dark bush and the rest of her legs were just coated in her own cum. Diane was a hot mess, and Kate loved it. "I'm glad you liked it, hope I wasn't too harsh on you?" Sometimes Kate could get lost in the moment, she hated to think she may have gone too far. "No, it's fine um.." Diane's cheeks starting to pinken as she bit her lip. "I like it when you dominate me." She admitted quietly. Kate smiled at her words. "I'm glad, I kinda enjoy it actually." "Well as much as I enjoy it I think it's only fair I get to fuck you now," Diane said as she started to reach out for the strap on. Kate moved it back out of Diane's reach, the pale girl looked at her a little confused. "I prefer to use it clean, and as you can see you came all over it." Diane's eyes realized what she meant, she leaned in with her face and licked the shaft from the bottom, all the way to the tip. She then opened her mouth and slowly moved in, Kate was impressed that she was able to deep throat the entire length. Diane bobbed her head up and down making sure to drink in every bit of her honey. Once she was satisfied her mouth popped as she removed it from her mouth. "Good enough?" She asked. "I don't know, you seemed to be enjoying it, are you sure you like women?" Kate teased, only to laugh as her girlfriend gave her a playful smack. She removed the strap and handed it over while she got ready on all fours ready for her turn. "I'm guessing you want to do anal?" Diane asked as she lubriacated the strp on, an unsure look on her face. Kate nodded happily, ever since Stephanie tried to insert her baton into her ass she'd gotten curious about anal and tried doing it with a few toys of her own, she now felt ready to try it with her partner. "Okay, just tell me if it hurts." The dark-haired woman said as she stood up behind Kate. Diane concentrated as she raised the shaft and lined it up between those gorgeous ass cheeks. "Ooh you dirty girl," Diane said as she pushed it headfirst slowly between them. Kate groaned a little as she found her puckered little pink asshole giving some resistance. Having never done anything like this, she thought for a moment there was no way it would fit. Diane continued to push forward and with some difficulty, her asshole surprisingly began to yield to the invading member. Again she let out a groan as still holding the base she pushed harder against it. Then all of a sudden the tip of the shaft popped inside. "Gosh you're tight," Diane said struggling to continue, she sighed as she drove forward forcing it deeper inside. Kate expected to be screaming in pain but instead, she just moaned and even gave her ass a little wiggle to assist him in his efforts. Slowly she drew it back before driving it back into her, "ooh fuck, fuck, fuck!" She groaned as she felt the tightness of the shaft like it had never been before. Diane quickly built up speed and was soon ramming it roughly into her driving it up to the hilt, her thighs hitting her firm round cheeks. Kate couldn't believe she was being fucked in the ass, and she was getting very turned on by it! Every time her partner thrust into her, her body felt tingles all over her skin, as if it was her pussy getting the attention. She arched her back further in a gesture that told her she was actually enjoying it. She could feel an orgasm building, it was almost overwhelming how much it was sneaking up on her. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" Kate cried out. She must've been close as she could hear and feel Diane having trouble fucking her at a fast pace. Suddenly her pussy started to constrict and Kate started to cum right there, she felt no control over her body as she squirted all over the bed and let out an intense roar of sexual pleasure. Her body shook immensely as it shot through her, it almost felt animalistic. She lost the strength in her arms and fell face-first onto the bed, the mattress doing little to lessen her orgasmic cry. Soon the sensation started to die down and Kate started to gasp heavily as she tried to recover. She never felt so exhausted after an orgasm like it. She could feel Diane pulling the shaft out of her ass, soon it was put away and she laid right next to her. "Are you okay? I didn't hurt you right?" Diane asked a bit concerned. "No, it was a little uncomfortable but fuck it felt so good." Kate responded, having a little trouble speaking. Diane smiled as she leaned in a placed a soft kiss on her lips. "Why don't we just stay in bed and watch a movie?" The goth suggested. "That sounds nice." Kate said as she moved over and cuddled with her girlfriend, she sighed blissfully as she laid her head on Diane's soft breasts, of she could lay like this all night. XXX Kate nervously squirmed as she stood in front of the doorway with Diane. They had a fabulous night together and her showing up nude had definitely been worth it. However, there was a problem, Kate in her sex filled mind didn't think of. Getting home. She looked outside to see it was broad daylight, the morning after she came over, and saw people outside milling about, some walking down the sidewalk, others on their front lawns. Kate gulped at the thought of now walking past all of them to her car, completely naked. "Um, Diane?" Kate asked nervously, glancing back at her lovely and generous girlfriend. "Yes, Kate?" Diane answered, a small smirk on her face as she had obviously pieced together the same thing Kate was worried about. "Could I, by any chance borrow an outfit from you?" Kate squirmed a little as Diane's smirk turned into a full smile. Diane pressed a finger on her lip and tilted her head up to ponder Kate's request. She 'hmmed' as she kept "thinking". "There's a problem with that Kate, my clothes don't fit you." She finally answered, and Kate could feel herself getting wet as her nightmare was slowly becoming a reality. "Bu- but you do fit me!" Kate tried to convince her. Diane sighed sadly at her nude girlfriend. "Really Kate?" Diane motioned to her large DD breasts, and then towards Kate tiny boobies. The size was vastly different. "Were not the same size sorry," Diane said as she started pushing Kate toward the door. "but, but, but not even pants!?" Kate begged as Diane opened the door and she was hit with the bright light. "Nope!" Diane said as she shoved Kate through the door, and outside. Kate was like a wild animal frozen in fear. All around her were potential problems, everyone here could see her nude and laugh and poke fun at her nude expense. Maybe while they hadn't noticed her yet she could sne- "BYE KATE THANKS FOR CUMMING!" Diane yelled and soon followed by a heavy slam of her front door. Kate cried out as every single person's eyes landed on her, some confused, others hollering and whistling at the naked women in front of her. Kate was so frozen with fear she hadn't ever moved her hands in front of her to cover herself. Everyone was getting a great view of her small chest, and her very dark bush, which did not match her blonde hair at all. A sudden flash of a camera broke her trance, and she hastily covered her boobs and bush with her hands and ran. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," Kate muttered as she continued to run, she passed by a woman playing with her kids and both of them were shocked to see a nude woman run in front of me. "You whore get out of her!" She yelled at her, that only caused a larger commotion. Kate just kept her head down, her face extremely red, she'd never been this humiliated in her life, and yes to her horror quite aroused. She knew her car was close, she just had to get in, drive home, and never come back to this neighborhood again, simple plan. Unfortunately, Kate didn't see until the last moment a person appear in front of her, she bumped into them headfirst and bounced back landing on her back on the pavement. She could still hear some commotion but she was a bit dazed. Her vision started to come back and she saw someone standing in front of her, it was a police officer. "Well, well, well, I didn't expect to see you so soon, and naked as well." The officer said a smirk on her face as she stared down at Kate who had her legs wide open as if she was asking to be fucked. Kate gulped as she realized this was Stephanie, the same police officer who busted her from streaking a few weeks ago. The same officer who bent her over her car and fucked her with her baton. The same officer who was now standing between her wide open legs, with a predatory smile on her face. "Fuck me."

Kristen's Risky & Revealing Red-Eye byLuckyDave1066© All was quiet at 1:30 AM on Frontier airlines flight 1418, or at least as quiet as an Airbus A319 at 32,000 feet gets. Despite having pushed back from the gate at Las Vegas a few minutes late, the pilot had promised as they taxied to the runway that the flight would arrive at O'Hare a little before its scheduled arrival time of 6:39 AM. The sparse collection of passengers appeared to be seasoned travelers, settling in and making themselves as comfortable as the coach seats allowed. The flight being less than 20 percent full made things a little more comfortable, or at least less cramped, as each passenger had a row of three seats to themselves, with many having nobody to distract them in the three seats across the aisle either. The better than usual conditions for sleeping weren't enough to allow Kristen to expect to get any sleep; she was a fairly nervous flier in the best of times, and traveling during the Covid pandemic added to her anxiety. She looked enviously at the stocky middle-aged man in the window seat across the aisle, who had leaned over against the window and begun snoring loudly before the plane had even pushed back from the gate. She wondered if wearing a sleep mask like his might make a difference, but doubted it; the light level wasn't her problem, and the idea of wearing both the sleep mask and the obligatory surgical mask over her mouth and nose wasn't very appealing. If she hadn't been required to make this trip for work there was no way she'd have been where she was right now. The mostly empty cabin and noticeable odor of whatever sanitizer the cleaners had recently doused the interior with helped her get somewhat more comfortable, but nowhere near feeling like sleeping. "Thank God I can get away with putting the fee for high-speed wi-fi on my expense account," she thought to herself. The second one of the flight attendants announced that they had reached an altitude allowing the service to be used she connected her tablet and set it up on the tray table of the middle seat in her row. She set up her folding keyboard on her own seat's tray table, completing the setup of gear she would rely on to stave off boredom for the next 4 hours or so. She browsed for an episode of one of the series she had been watching, finally settling on an episode of Outlander. One episode led to another, getting Kristen to almost 3 AM. She switched to catching up on the latest news on a handful of sites, not improving her stress level. She was just about to go back to choose another of her Netflix options when she received a text from Dave, at a little after 4 AM his time! She wondered what her husband, a confirmed morning person, was doing up so late. He asked, "How's your flight going?" She tapped out a reply, "Okay, but you know how I hate flying. What are YOU doing up so late?" "Thought I'd keep you company for a little while, because I DO know about you and flying. I had a nap earlier this evening to be ready for this." "Aw, that's so sweet! Have I told you lately how lucky I am to have a husband like you?" Sorry I didn't call earlier; how was your day?" They each shared some of the high and low points of their respective days and chatted via text for almost an hour. Kristen noticed Dave's texts were beginning to seem like he was about to nod off, with some of his two or three-word messages taking 2 or 3 minutes. "I feel a little guilty for keeping you up so late, like I should let you go back to bed," she typed, "but I'd miss your company." "I'm taking tomorrow, or more accurately today off, so I don't mind, but I have to admit I'm fading a bit." Kristen picked up her tablet, switched to her camera app, and held it up over the top of the seats, panning around to show Dave the quiet scene. "Cool!" he replied, "I can't believe we've been chatting all this time via text and neither of us thought to use the cameras. It looks like everyone else is asleep, judging by the darkness all around you." He turned his camera on; now they could see each other. "Too sleep-deprived, I guess, though it's too loud to talk with you anyway, maybe that's why I didn't think of it," Kristen replied, "and yes, I wouldn't be surprised if I was the only customer still conscious." "Nice to see you, anyway. Am I mistaken, or is that a new outfit?" Dave texted. "Sharp eye for a drowsy guy," she replied, "the cardigan and skirt are new, I did a little shopping the night before last. Don't worry, they were both on sale!" "No complaints, you look great," he replied, "I have to admit I was only referring to the cardigan, it looks long enough to mostly cover your skirt, so I didn't notice the skirt." She enjoyed the compliment but noticed him fighting off another yawn. She wanted to keep the conversation going, and had an inspiration. "I actually picked up a few other things while I was shopping, should I show them to you?" "Sure, why not," he replied, without too much enthusiasm. His interest in Kristen's clothes was generally limited to how they looked on her. "Should I..." she typed, then raised her eyebrows as she moved her hands to the top button of her new knit cotton cardigan, just below the deep open v neck. She unfastened the top button before he had a chance to reply, wanting him to understand that she was currently wearing at least some of the new items she had proposed showing to him. "Yes, please do!" he replied, suddenly more alert. He watched with renewed focus as his wife slowly unfastened all five buttons, gradually opening the cardigan between her navel and the hem, around the middle of her thighs. With the cardigan fully opened he could see a top he was sure was not new, a white silk scoop neckline tank he'd seen her wear many times. He also could now clearly see what he was sure was a new skirt, gray linen with a row of buttons over her left leg. "New skirt, I see, very nice!" "Glad you approve. I like the way it can be safe for work, but can be, well, not so safe depending on how you wear it," she replied, then started undoing the skirt's buttons, starting at the bottom. Keeping one eye on the screen of her tablet, she loved seeing how her in-flight fashion show had perked Dave up; she was feeling more lively herself as she finished unfastening the fourth button, leaving only one button near the waist in place. "Pretty hot with that many buttons undone! But could you ever really wear it that way?" he quickly typed. "Probably not, but the buttons keep me from showing you another one of my new items," she replied, "would you like to see a little more? "YES, PLEASE," came his reply in a few seconds. Dave expected the skirt's last button to be where her show went next, so when Kristen shrugged the cardigan off her shoulders and let it slide back off her arms he was confused. This did give him an unobstructed view of her arms and shoulders, but that wasn't what he had expected when she asked if he wanted to see more, and he was now sure the top, while flattering, was definitely not new. "You look disappointed...were you maybe expecting to see a bit more skin?" she tapped out, smiling wickedly as he looked on sheepishly. "Not disappointed, just confused. You look great in any amount of clothing, so no, not disappointed." "Good answer!" she typed, then lifted her top up high enough for him to see her bra! She hadn't planned on actually taking the bra off, so she just held the bunched up top at shoulder height. Seeing the look on Dave's face a few seconds later made her want to surprise him even more than she did a moment earlier, so after a long look around to be sure nobody was up and moving around, she pulled it over her head and completely off! Dave thoroughly enjoyed his first look at her newest bra, white and mostly sheer, with enough lace to hide her nipples, but light enough to show how her impromptu long-distance striptease was making them stand out. She leaned forward, filling her camera's field of vision with a close view of her chest, hoping Dave could see exactly how aroused she was becoming. She folded and rolled the silk top up and slipped it into her tote bag. "WOW! WISH I WAS THERE!" he texted. "Me too, babe! By the way, the bra is part of a set..." Kristen typed before shifting her tablet to the aisle seat's tray table to give Dave a wider angle view. She turned sideways and brought her feet up onto the aisle seat, then reached for the last of the skirt's buttons and slipped it out of its buttonhole; she felt herself breaking out in goosebumps as she lifted her butt enough to slide the skirt out from under her, then folded it neatly and put it away in her bag along with her top. She certainly hadn't planned on being dressed in nothing but some skimpy lingerie, at least not before she reached home later this morning, but here she was, lounging across seats 18 A, B, and C, all but naked in the middle of an Airbus coach cabin. She shivered a little as the thought came to her that even if all of her fellow passengers were sleeping, she had no guarantee they would stay that way. With her top and skirt tucked away as they were, she knew there probably wouldn't be enough time for her to get them back on if someone were to wake up and make a trip to the rest room a few rows behind her! Without thinking about it, she pushed her tote back to its normal spot under the middle seat of the row in front of her. "See? I told you. A matching set. What do you think?" she typed. She knew exactly what he would think, but liked to hear it anyway. "Very sexy! Can't wait to see you model it in person!" Dave replied. "Yeah, it's hard to show them properly in these tight quarters." she typed before trying to turn enough to give her husband a look at the sheer back of her panties, "and unless I turn on my reading light the lighting here is pretty poor." "You're hot in any lighting, and I suppose you probably don't want to call attention to yourself right now by turning on your light! Not that I want you to stop doing what you're doing, but are you worried at all about the guy I saw across the aisle when you showed me your surroundings?" "Nah, he's been snoring since we left the airport, and he's wearing a sleep mask," she texted back. "I think if I were to get caught it would be by someone I don't see until they're practically on top of me!" Until now she hadn't had time enough to be worried about being caught in her barely dressed state, but now that Dave had brought it up she was having a hard time avoiding the thought. The fact he had made it clear that he didn't want her to stop what she was doing proved he wasn't too disturbed by her risking being seen this way. Just as she hit enter to send her latest text, she noticed some movement towards the front of the cabin. A quick peek over the seat in front of her let her see one of the flight attendants striding quickly towards the rear of the cabin! Dave knew something had changed as he saw Kristen sit back down, looking nervous. He watched as she pulled her cardigan up from the seat it was draped over and frantically searched for the armholes. He realized she must have seen someone coming towards her; she finally got both arms through the sleeves and buttoned a couple of buttons, just before he saw her seeming to be having a conversation with someone. It was way too noisy for him to make out any of the conversation, which was over in less than a minute. Seconds after Kristen had partially buttoned the front of her cardigan and arranged it to cover as much of her legs as possible, one of the two flight attendants stopped at her row and smiled hello. "Hi, I just wanted to tell you that since you seem to be the only passenger not sleeping, we're going to skip the beverage service. Don't hesitate to call for us if you want anything, but it doesn't make sense to haul the cart all through the cabin and risk disturbing the sleepers." "Thanks, I've got a water bottle in my tote, so I'm all set," Kristen replied, relieved that her previous state of dress seemed not to have been noticed. As for her current state, even with the cardigan tugged down her legs about as far as was possible, she thought the flight attendant must have noticed the tops of her stockings and a few inches of thigh visible below the hem of the cardigan! After a minute or two to let her pulse come back to normal, she texted Dave, filling him in on what had been going on. "Wow, that explains the panicked look you had as she was approaching you. I wonder what she'd have thought if you hadn't managed to get the cardigan on in time! I thought it might have been another passenger," Dave replied, "I suppose after a scare like that your little fashion show is over." Kristen found herself imagining both scenarios Dave mentioned; she couldn't decide whether it would be worse having another passenger see her nearly nude or having a flight attendant catch her that way. She wasn't sure if she could go much beyond what she'd already done for Dave's viewing pleasure, but she was aware of how excited showing off for him was making her, giving her multiple reasons to want to go on with her tease. She thought for a minute about how she might be able to proceed, then texted him again, "Show not necessarily over, just a break to think about my options; none of this was planned, so I'm kind of winging it here, but I think I might be able to take something else off if you'd like me to!" "Do you have any doubt? As long as you feel safe, I'm always happy to watch you removing your clothes!" "Then sit back and enjoy!" Kristen replied. She undid the two buttons she had managed to refasten, then began slowly removing the cardigan, one sleeve at a time. This time around, she didn't think of what she was doing as any kind of fashion show; she was thinking striptease, drawing out the emergence of her bare shoulder then slowly sliding the cardigan down her upper arm and past her elbow before finally pulling it down over her hand. When she had finished the same process on her other arm and the cardigan was completely off, Dave was expecting to see her take her bra off next, but she surprised him yet again. She brought her feet up on the seat in camera range and slipped her sandals off, kicking them to the floor. With her mask on she realized he couldn't see her facial expression, but she couldn't help smiling, knowing how much he must be enjoying her show. She brought her left leg up to the middle tray table pointed right towards her tablet and slowly rolled her stocking off. Once her left leg was uncovered she draped the loose stocking over her shoulders like some sort of transparent scarf, then moved on to working the stocking off her right leg. When both stockings had been removed she wadded them up and stuffed them into one of the pockets of her cardigan. "See, I told you I could take something else off," she texted Dave. "Full of surprises, as usual!" was his reply. He was all smiles until he saw her pulling her cardigan back on and watched as she buttoned the top couple of buttons, "Well, that was pretty damn hot, but I understand if you're not comfortable going any further." "Giving up on me already?" she typed, raising an eyebrow. "No, but it seems like you're getting more covered..." Kristen wasn't sure if Dave was just making an observation or if he was challenging her to be bolder. It really didn't matter now, she had already decided on her next move and answered his latest text without touching her keyboard. She ran her left hand down her neck, then continued down over her cardigan, running her fingers through the cardigan and her bra all around the outer edge of her right breast, pausing a moment to give it a firm squeeze, knowing Dave would be imagining doing the same thing himself. When she'd done about all she could think of to tease him with her hand in sight, she slipped it inside the cardigan and continued massaging her breast for at least a minute; during the last half of that minute, her fingers were busy tracing small circles at her nipple. Without letting up on her left hand's activity, she followed the same steps with her right hand and left breast. She noticed a running stream of short texts from Dave confirming the effect her behavior was having on him, but was too busy to take a break to read or answer them. Kristen took a deep breath as she finally left her breasts alone so she could reach around behind her back to unhook her bra. She felt herself shaking as she felt the hooks come loose; despite the combination of the loosened bra and her cardigan still keeping her breasts covered, she knew that by going this far she was making it more likely than not that she'd end up topless before she was through with her show. "Would that be so bad?" she wondered, "Dave is the only one who's going to see me, and he's pretty much always in favor of me showing more skin." Still, taking off her bra in even a sparsely populated airliner seemed plenty risky to her. The flight attendant had almost caught her earlier, and she started from the front of the cabin; what if a passenger only a few rows ahead of her headed to the restrooms behind her? Thinking about the possibility of giving some stranger an eyeful with nowhere to escape to until the flight ended in a couple of hours gave Kristen chills; in her handful of previous experiments with exposing herself, she had usually had some kind of option to cover up, hide or get away. Not this time. Whatever misgivings she still had about getting out of her bra were apparently not enough to stop her; still in the middle of her internal debate about whether to go for safety or arousal, she noticed her left hand was moving on as if the debate was over and arousal had won, sliding her right bra strap off her shoulder and stretching it down the cardigan's sleeve towards her hand. Once her left hand had finished its mission, her right hand took the left strap down. Kristen didn't remember having made a conscious decision to go ahead and remove her bra, but that part of her psyche which sometimes took over in this kind of situation had apparently made the call, and was now having her left hand pull the bra out the open v-neck of her cardigan. She still had some measure of control over the increasingly reckless behavior she was indulging in, taking care to hold the deep v-neck sides at the front of the cardigan close enough together to limit the exposure of her breasts to a generous amount of cleavage; daring, even dramatic, but probably no more than you might see at a dance club. "Or at least not much more," she thought, smiling as she saw Dave's reaction to her latest moves on her tablet's screen. "You like?" she asked, asking another question she knew the answer to, just because she enjoyed hearing it, or in tonight's case reading it. "Hell yeah! You should always wear the cardigan like this!" "Sure, I'd be a legend in the office if I came to my Monday morning staff meeting dressed this way. Unemployed, but a legend." She held the bra up to the tablet's camera as close as it could focus, saying, "I just thought you'd like a closer look at the material, isn't it pretty? "Looks like a fine garment, very sexy. Thanks for the closeup. You said it and the panties are a matching set, didn't you?" "They are." she typed once she'd added her bra to the growing collection of clothing in her tote and shoved the bag back under the seat, giving him a look that, even with her mask covering much of her face, left no doubt that she knew he was challenging her again. "He wants me to get out of my panties. Here. Now. Incredible," she thought to herself, still locking eyes with her evidently very horny husband, "Lucky for him I sort of want the same thing! Still, I'd like him to come right out and say what he wants." "Is that your way of asking me to get out of them? I just might, if you ask nicely!" she finally answered. "I admit it, I would LOVE to see you take off your panties. Please, I'll do whatever you ask. Only if you would like to, of course." She couldn't help raising her eyebrows in surprise at his reply; she'd just meant to make him ask for what he wanted, but now that he'd made the offer..."Show me your cock!" she replied, surprised at her message even as she was typing. Dave was at least as surprised as he read it a few seconds later! She felt herself blushing, realizing that she'd just agreed to lose her panties if he obeyed her demand. She hoped the cardigan was long enough to keep the absence of undies her secret, but was committed to keeping her side of the bargain if Dave came through, regardless of how much the cardigan did or didn't cover! Seeing his camera shift position, she sat back and waited to see what he would put on her screen. After a minute or so of Dave fiddling to find the right position and angle, she was shocked to see her husband's erect cock filling the screen of her tablet! It was only what she'd asked for, but the sudden appearance of his hard-on still stunned her. She had kind of expected he'd be in this state, but vaguely thinking about it and seeing his dick bobbing up and down on her screen were very different things. After getting past her surprise, she couldn't help but be flattered that she could get such a strong reaction from him without any physical contact. "Very impressive," she finally texted him, "but please put that thing away for now, I'd like it to be ready to do some work when I get home!" Dave reluctantly agreed to leave his dick alone and promised to give Kristen a warm welcome home, adding,"Tell the pilot to hurry!" "Should I go ask to see the flight crew and pass on your request?" she asked, winking. "Sure, go for it," he replied, adding a smiley face emoji, but first I believe we made a bargain about your remaining item of lingerie, no? "Yes. We did," she replied. Once she hit send she reached up the too-short distance between the bottom of her cardigan and the waistband of her panties, lifting her butt slightly to allow the panties to slide smoothly down and away from her ass. A few seconds later she was sliding them down her thighs, automatically holding her legs together until she'd lowered the flimsy garment down past her knees. She felt her heart pounding as she let them go. Her mask kept Dave from seeing it, but she had a slightly dazed look on her face, her mouth agape as she felt the panties drift down her calves and settle at her feet. She started to put them away in her tote before remembering to give Dave a close look, holding them up to her tablet. With her hands inside the panties, he could see for the first time just how sheer most of the material was. She enjoyed the look on his face as he imagined seeing her wear them in person. As she finally put the panties away in her tote with practically everything else she'd been wearing a few hours ago when she boarded the plane, Kristen couldn't believe she was down to one last piece of clothing between her body and the world, one definitely not designed to be worn on its own. She wondered if she could get away with leaving all her non-cardigan clothing in the tote and making her way through O'Hare dressed as she was now. She shuddered as she imagined stepping off the jetway into a crowded gate area full of people waiting for their flight to start boarding. She got chills trying to figure out how the straps on her carry on backpack might affect the way her cardigan draped over her body; she wouldn't be able to afford having the hem of her last piece of clothing to ride up even an inch or two. She shivered even harder imagining how easy it would be for her nipples to be exposed if the backpack's straps pulled the fabric at the plunging neckline out to the sides even a little, or pressed her unrestrained boobs together. If both effects somehow occurred at the same time she might end up with her boobs completely exposed! "Look what you've made me do! I was having a quiet flight home and now you've talked me out of my clothes. A bad influence, that's what you are!" she texted, winking at Dave as she saw him look up when he finished reading. "You were bored. I'm just trying to help. Besides, I haven't talked you out of ALL your clothes, it's not as if you're naked!" There it was; he'd finally put the idea out there. Of course he had; though neither of them had mentioned this possibility before now, it was the obvious next step in the game they'd both been enjoying. "But completely naked? Here? It's a big step to go from being dressed provocatively, which I definitely am, to not being dressed at all," she thought, "I have to admit, I've actually enjoyed myself the handful of times I've done this kind of thing, at least once I get past the being terrified part! That said, I've never intentionally gone that far without either a plan, a way out of the situation, or Dave nearby. Sometimes all of the above. Why am I not just saying no way, forget it?" Just acknowledging it to be a possibility, Kristen felt her stomach suddenly fill with butterflies. After a pause to consider her reply she texted him, "I don't know, sweetheart, I know you enjoy seeing me get naked in unlikely settings, and I'll admit I've come to like doing it for you, but this situation seems a bit scary. I'm not flat out saying no, but unless you can give me one good reason I should, I think this might be as far as I can go tonight. Sorry." Dave recognized her nervousness as he read her text, finally responding, "Oh, Sweetie, don't be sorry. I never meant to pressure you, I thought you were having fun. As far as giving you a good reason to get naked, I have a shortlist of candidates, you can tell me if any of them qualify as good. If not, it's already been an amazing night, thank you and go put on some clothes! His list followed: 1) You aren't likely to have this sort of opportunity again, eventually planes will be crowded again. 2) It would be a great memory when we're old and feeble. 3) You look PHENOMENAL naked! 4) You kick ass in scary situations on a regular basis, and not just this kind. 5) You almost certainly could get away with it without being caught if you don't get too ambitious. 6) Okay, I'm selfish, I find it INCREDIBLY sexy when I see you nude out in the world. 7) I'm pretty sure it excites you too. Dave hoped she didn't feel like he was pushing her to do something she didn't want to do; he waited nervously for her response. What excited him most about these adventures was the idea that despite her nervousness, she really seemed to get aroused during them. If it turned out that she wasn't into this sort of thing after all, he knew deep down that he shouldn't urge her to do them. After what seemed like a long delay, she finally replied, "You didn't follow directions; I asked for ONE good reason, and you gave me at least 2, maybe 3, so I guess the show is over." Before Dave had a chance to show any disappointment, Kristen sent a quick follow up, "KIDDING! Still nervous, still not sure, but I'll check out my surroundings. Maybe! No more texts for now, I need to focus if you want there to even be a chance of me showing more skin tonight. Dave nodded and smiled as she looked at him, then lost sight of her as the view on his screen spun around wildly for a minute before settling on a look back towards the rear of the cabin. All he could do was wait to see what his beautiful, daring wife would do next. Just knowing there was a chance he might shortly be seeing her naked in this setting was getting him hard again! After asking Dave to refrain from texting her while she scouted around the area where, incredibly enough, she was considering taking off her last piece of clothing, Kristen set up her tablet on the floor of the aisle a few rows beyond her seat towards the front of the cabin. The stand built into the tablet's case allowed her to aim the camera to show the aisle all the way back to the area outside the restrooms at either side of the end of the aisle. She walked nervously towards the front of the cabin, checking to see if any other passengers were still awake, and also to see where the two flight attendants were. She had gone forward 7 or 8 rows beyond hers before she could see the flight attendants, seated in jump seats near the main door. They were both belted in and slumped forward, clearly asleep! As far as she could tell, their position wouldn't have given them a view all the way to the end of the cabin even if they had been awake. She felt a full body shiver knowing there was now nothing to stop her from putting on a once in a lifetime strip show for her husband! Without having even made a single move to start to strip out of her cardigan, Kristen's heart was beginning to race as she completed her reconnaissance. Even though she'd found no obstacles to her newly hatched plan, just the anticipation of what she was about to do was enough to make her pulse race as if she was in the middle of a spinning class! As she made it back to her row, Kristen knew every condition she had set as a requirement had been met. "Oh, God, am I really doing this?" she wondered as she turned to face the rear of the cabin, this time not just doing reconnaissance! She took the first small step towards her goal, unbuttoning one of her cardigan's five buttons! Her legs felt like lead as she started back toward the rear of the cabin. "Slowly," she reminded herself, forcing herself to walk at a pace slow enough to allow her to undo one button for each row she passed, turning back to briefly face the camera as she finished the separation of each button from its hole. Two rows and two buttons along on her path to being naked, Kristen froze in place as she remembered that she hadn't checked the rows between hers and the back of the cabin to confirm that all the passengers in those rows were sleeping! She peered out at the remaining eight rows, able to see only the passengers in the next couple of rows from where she now stood. She hadn't gone beyond undoing a few buttons, so she could put her act on pause and carefully check the last six rows worth of passengers, but knew the odds were good that nobody in those rows was awake. She decided to carrry on and take her chances without knowing for sure that she alone was awake. Despite feeling fairly sure she would get away with the rest of her striptease unseen, she felt her pulse throbbing in her head as she resumed her march. At the sixth row from hers, having run out of buttons to undo, she slid the cardigan off her left shoulder, letting it drop halfway down her upper arm before walking on to the seventh row, where she uncovered her right shoulder; having both shoulders bared let the upper edge of the cardigan drop lower, past her elbows and partway down her forearms. Kristen was shaking as she felt the border between fabric and her exposed skin move lower; she could tell the upper edge of the cardigan was already resting on the upper slope of her ass, easily a couple of inches lower than the point where her back ended and her ass began. She was already showing much, much more of her body than she would have been if she was wearing her most daring bikini, but knew she would soon be far more exposed! While she was quivering as she felt her body being revealed, her fear was slowly being replaced by excitement as she anticipated being utterly exposed in this setting! As she reached the eighth row beyond hers, Kristen shuddered, feeling like she was on the verge of passing some sort of point of no return, but carried on with her show, feeling a warm glow as she imagined Dave glued to the screen of his laptop. She shook the cardigan completely off her right hand, leaving it to dangle from the fingertips of her left hand. She hadn't turned back towards the camera since she began actually taking off the cardigan, but was now completely nude, showing the camera her ass and every other bit of her body from behind. "I can't believe I'm doing this! This is bat shit crazy!" she thought, "And Dave had damn well better be recording this, or I'm never going to believe this wasn't a dream." At the ninth row beyond hers, Kristen pulled the cardigan up from the floor and held it over the front of her body. Partially fearing someone in the twenty-odd rows between her and the front of the cabin might have woken up and noticed her striptease since she last faced that way, but mostly wanting to make Dave wait just a little bit longer before treating him to a full-frontal display of her naked body. She turned to face the camera, and several dozen sleeping passengers, holding the cardigan loosely over her breasts, belly and pussy. Her breasts were still mostly concealed, but one nipple popped into view when her somewhat careless positioning of the loose garment allowed most of her right breast to become uncovered as she stepped back to the last row of seats. Kristen felt a small jolt when she noticed her right breast was uncovered, but didn't think it really made much difference since she had reached the point where she was planning on uncovering them both anyway. Her plan was to slowly lower the bunched up cardigan, wait a minute or so, then drop the fabric completely. The more insistent jolt she felt as the fabric fell away from her chest made her speed things up slightly. Just seconds after her breasts were uncovered, she took a couple of steps back beyond the last row of seats, near the restrooms. Once she was in the much better-lit space between the two restrooms she let go of the cardigan entirely. "Un fucking believable!" Kristen thought as she looked down at her uncovered breasts and her discarded cardigan on the floor in front of her, "How is it even possible that I'm naked, here of all places, surrounded by all these people? She knew that her potential audience all being asleep was what had allowed her to dare to get naked in the first place, but now she was starting to feel like she had missed out on an even more powerful experience. She wondered if she should be worried that she was actually disappointed that nobody had seen and reacted to her striptease. Still astonished by what she'd just done but also beginning to feel proud to have been so bold, she walked briskly back to her tablet, picked it up, and saw Dave's face filling the screen, grinning from ear to ear. Standing naked in the aisle as if it was perfectly normal, she noticed that she was something like twenty feet from where she'd dropped the only piece of her clothing not packed away in her backpack or her tote bag; she decided to leave the discarded cardigan right where she'd left it for the time being, more or less daring someone, anyone, to wake up and find her standing in the aisle wearing only her disposable surgical mask! she held the tablet in her left hand and tapped out a message, "Love you, hope you've enjoyed the show so far." As she hit send she wasn't sure why she added the "so far", she couldn't get any more naked than she already was! Dave wondered about it too, "So far? Is there more?" "Don't know, is there something else you want to see?" she typed. "I'd like to see anything you'd like to show me, what've you got?" he replied. "I wish I could show you how I feel right now, like I'm on fire and shivering at the same time. I can't begin to explain how my nipples feel, they're begging for attention!" "So show me. Give them some attention, or maybe a lot of attention!" There was a long pause, over two minutes, before Kristen replied, "Are you sure you want me to do that right here? If I get started I doubt I'd be able to stop!" "Yes... but only if you want to..." was his whole reply. "No fair! He has to know how wound up I am by now," Kristen thought, shocked she was even considering something so shameless. She thought about his last text, and finally admitted to herself that she wanted to take her show to the next level, maybe even more for herself than for him! She dreaded being caught in the act by someone on board the plane and felt like remaining naked such a long time was pushing her luck, but her fear was mixed with something new, a growing curiosity about what it would feel like to actually have some random stranger see her that way! She didn't think there was any way she could knowingly start to masturbate with anyone except Dave watching her, but thought, "If one of my fellow passengers were to wake up while I was already doing it, would I stop or keep going?" She felt herself blushing just thinking about it. Knowing she was about to risk possibly having to make that choice was both exciting and terrifying! Kristen set her tablet down in the aisle, pointing it back towards the restrooms again, this time several rows closer to the back of the plane. Taking her position in a well-lit spot in front of the wall next to one of the restroom doors, she leaned back and was startled to feel the coolness of the painted aluminum partition against her naked skin. The reminder of how vulnerable she was brought on another small jolt as she scanned the cabin ahead of her, looking one last time for any sign of activity before allowing herself to risk getting lost in her pleasure; seeing no immediate danger, she began sliding her fingers up away from the outside of her thighs to the more sensitive areas now demanding her attention. As her fingertips began lightly tracing the outer lips of her pussy, she felt the strongest jolt yet, which didn't fade away quickly as its predecessors had, but slowly transformed into a steady low-level buzz, gaining intensity as her other hand found its way to one of her nipples. Soon beyond caring if anyone besides Dave was watching her, she closed her eyes as two fingers of her left hand, then three, found their way inside her while her thumb gently massaged her clit. Dave wasn't surprised that his wife gave in to her need for satisfaction, but he was shocked by her decision to do it while leaning against the wall next to the passage to the restrooms, in full view of anyone who might happen to look towards the rear of the coach cabin. He had assumed she would retreat to the relative seclusion of her seat, but her choice of this more exposed location was just one more surprise in a night full of them. He looked on in mute amazement as she set one hand to work on her pussy while the other groped and squeezed her boobs and tugged at her nipples. He could tell she was getting close to coming when he saw her lower herself into a crouching position, legs spread wide, still leaning back against the wall. Moments after she raised each breast in turn to lick and suck her nipples, he saw her begin to rock back and forth, then let go of her breasts to be able to brace herself against the wall with her right hand. When he saw her head rock back he knew she was about to come; when her head slumped down and her only visible movement was the rise and fall of her chest caused by heavy breathing, he knew that he'd just seen her have an orgasm! Kristen took so long to stand up Dave was beginning to worry, but she finally got herself upright and looked around again, checking to see if any of her fellow passengers had taken notice of the naked young woman pleasuring herself behind them. Since it looked as if she hadn't been seen she blew Dave a kiss and ducked into one of the restrooms. Looking in the mirror, lit by the harsh restroom light, she saw her face and upper chest were still flushed. She knew her red face was more from her recent exertion than embarrassment, and splashed some water on her face and chest to cool down. After patting herself dry she used a few tissues to clean up her thighs and mound where they were slick with her juices. Having cleaned up about as well as possible under the circumstances, she decided it was time to go retrieve her cardigan and tablet, say goodnight to Dave and get at least some of her clothes out of her tote and back on her body. Dave saw what Kristen couldn't from her spot inside the restroom; shortly after she'd entered the room the overhead cabin lights came on and a couple of passengers in the camera's view began stirring! He saw an elderly woman get up and head back towards the restrooms, and said a silent prayer that the woman got into the other restroom before Kristen left hers, and also that a line didn't form waiting for Kristen to come out. He couldn't remember if Kristen had taken her cardigan with her into the restroom and it was close enough to the shade of the carpet in the area she had stripped out of it that he couldn't tell if it was still there. If she was still nude, her chances to avoid being seen that way by one or maybe several people seemed to be disappearing fast! He continued watching, frustrated at not being able to help her or even give her a warning; all he could do now was wait and see how events unfolded. He felt a little guilty about his part in encouraging her to take the risks which had led to her current predicament, and also a bit guilty that his very real concern and frustration didn't keep him from thinking Kristen's situation was actually kind of exciting. Kristen's luck held, mostly. She slid the restroom door open, expecting to see the same dim cabin she had left a few minutes ago. She felt her heart skip a beat when she saw the fully lit cabin; it skipped at least a couple more when she noticed several passengers stretching their arms high overhead, clearly awake and working out the kinks their uncomfortable coach seat sleep had given them! She pulled the door closed again for a moment before remembering that her cardigan was still right where she had completed her striptease, a few feet away from the restroom door! She hadn't seen anyone waiting for her restroom and was fairly sure no one had been walking down the aisle towards her, and thought, "I might still be able to get out of this without being seen nude if I can get the cardigan quickly enough." Kristen's hand was shaking as she held the knob on the door lock, momentarily unable to slide it to the right and then slide the door open. She knew she needed to leave her refuge to get her cardigan, but knowing many of her fellow passengers were now awake made the lock feel like it weighed a ton. "You don't have time for this," she said to herself, "do it now, before there's a damned line outside the door!" She didn't want to let things get that far, at least most of her didn't, so she threw the lock's bolt and flung the door wide open. Peeking around the edge of the door, she saw her cardigan just 3 or 4 feet beyond the doorway. She held onto the door and swung her left leg out, stretching her foot to try and drag the garment back towards her without exposing any more than one naked leg and hip. She was able to get her foot on it but it seemed like the friction between cardigan and carpet kept her from sliding it. Resigned to having to step completely out of the restroom, Kristen let go of the door and took a shaky step out the door; she could see all the way up the aisle and realized that anyone in the aisle would be able to see all of her as well. She crouched and reached down to pick the cardigan up, but it still refused to budge. She got down on her knees to try to figure out what was holding it down and heard the sound of a restroom door being moved, followed by a loud gasp. She hadn't noticed anyone walk past her to the restroom, but was terrified that someone might have just locked her out of her last refuge. She turned her head back to check the door and came face to face with a slim white-haired woman who had just left the other restroom! "I don't understand, where did you come from," Kristen asked. She went on, "I checked to see if anyone was awake before I," stopping herself before she mentioned what she did after the before. "I came from that restroom over there," the woman laughed. "I went in just after the lights came on. I saw this sweater on the floor as I went in and thought it might have been yours." "What made you think it was mine?" Kristen asked, not at all sure she wanted to know. "I actually woke up a few minutes before the lights came on. You're one adventurous young woman!" said the older woman, who had joined Kristen, kneeling on the floor. "You, you...saw me? And saw what I did?" Kristen mumbled, turning beet red. "Some of it, but I think right now you need to concentrate on getting this sweater unstuck before someone else needs to use the toilet!" "Yes, you're right. Thanks." "Better yet, why don't you get back in your room and I'll try and figure out what this thing is stuck on. I'll pass it in to you when I get it free." the stranger suggested. "Thank you so much," Kristen replied as she stood up and darted back into the restroom. She saw a man heading for the restrooms, no more than a dozen feet away and looking straight at her as she stood up. She would rather not have been seen by him, but she shuddered to think how many people might have seen her nudity if not for the older woman's help. The devilish side of her enjoyed the shocked look on the man's face, so being seen wasn't all bad as far as she was concerned, and she was sure knowing she'd been caught would add a little more excitement for Dave when they compared notes on this adventure later on. Less than a minute after Kristen retreated to the restroom, she heard her rescuer knocking on the door. She opened the door and took possession of the much-abused cardigan, thanking the older woman again, "I'm so grateful, you really saved me; I was afraid you were going to yell at me or have me arrested or something." "Truth is, my first husband and I sometimes got a little adventurous from time to time when we were your age," the older woman replied, "so you reminded me of some good times." "Thanks again," Kristen replied as she buttoned the last of her cardigan's buttons. She had been so focused on thanking her rescuer she hadn't noticed a man standing behind the woman, waiting for his turn at a restroom. She wondered how much he had seen as she was standing in the doorway getting dressed, but didn't think it mattered much at this point. Almost as soon as Kristen left the restroom the announcement ordering everyone to be seated and buckled up was made; she took a few seconds to find her tablet, which had been tipped over and had a footprint on the case but still seemed to be working! After reaching her seat she noticed the two dozen or so texts Dave had sent her; she composed one long reply to be sent after she landed. When the plane reached the gate and the seat belt light was turned off, Kristen tried getting back to the restroom with her tote bag, desperate to get at least some of her outfit on before making her way through O'Hare, but it was like swimming upstream, none of her fellow passengers was interested in letting her go towards the back of the plane. By the time she reached the back of the cabin a crew of cleaners had come in a back door and were busy disinfecting the restrooms. The three-man crew smiled and seemed apologetic, but waved her off as they moved on to the seating, working their way quickly towards the front of the cabin. Resigned to going at least part of the way through the terminal to her ride home dressed in only the cardigan, she found her backpack and was about to reach for it when she remembered what she was wearing, and what she wasn't. The problem was that the middle-aged man who'd been seated in the same row as her on the opposite side of the aisle and had slept all through her teasing of Dave was still seated, no longer wearing his sleep mask. If she reached on tiptoes for her backpack, the bottom of her cardigan was almost certain to rise to a level sufficient to give the gentleman in 18D a fabulous view of her pussy, right about at eye level and only inches away! Thinking she was deferring to his age and letting him go first, he explained, "I'm waiting for a wheelchair, you can go ahead." "Okay, then," she thought, "it's not like he'd be the first stranger to see it today. Or even the second or third, for that matter. She reached as far back in the luggage bin as she could reach, figuring if she was going to flash someone she might as well do a good job of it! The cardigan's hem rose as she expected, ending up nearly halfway to her navel; she heard a gasp and smiled as she thought to herself, "I guess my work here is done!" Kristen had overlooked the latest additions to her audience, but they were definitely paying close attention to her; when her cardigan reached its highest point she heard some excited chatter coming from a couple of members of the cleaning crew, now only 4 rows away. Her semester in Madrid served her well now, especially the vocabulary not covered in any of her Spanish classes that she'd learned from a local boyfriend or two. She immediately recognized "Mira ese culo!" as "Look at that ass!" She had to think for a moment before figuring out that "Me cogida que en un instante!" translated roughly as "I'd fuck that in an instant!" Kristen didn't let on that she understood what the cleaners were saying about her as she debated whether or not she should bother responding to their crude comments. She put her backpack on and tugged the cardigan back into place as well as she could, then surprised the cleaners by replying,"En tus sueños, chicos! Mi culo esta tomado!" which she was pretty sure translated as "In your dreams, guys! My ass is taken!" Turning to face the stunned workers, she pulled the sides of her cardigan's deep neckline open more than wide enough to completely bare her breasts, telling them, "¡Estas también están tomadas!", to let them know, "These are also taken!" She turned and headed for the jetway, blushing again but enjoying the shocked looks they were wearing as she walked away. Before she stepped off the jetway into the terminal, Kristen heard her phone ringing and saw the number of Dave's cell on the screen. She was happy to hear that he was waiting right outside the terminal, eager to get her home. With him double-parked in a loading zone, she didn't want to take the time to get dressed more modestly in some nearby ladies' room. Besides not wanting to delay her reunion with Dave, the appreciative looks she was receiving from the crowd, which was mostly made up of male business travelers, had her thinking, "I really need to find an occasion to wear this one-piece outfit again sometime!"

Krissy's Exposed Summer byLikesToWatchHer© Krissy's Exposed Summer Ch. 11 Krissy and her brother Kimo cross a lot of lines. Krissy Nguyen walked through the front door of her parent's Palo Alto home late on a Saturday morning in the month of May. Cisco, Krissy's new college-summer-FWB (and close friend and lacrosse teammate of Krissy's "little" brother Kimo) had just dropped her off after returning from their overnight stay in San Francisco following a rave. Her party thong was in her fanny pack, which she tossed on the first step of the staircase by the door. She untied and pulled off her Chucks, placing them beside the small bag. Krissy's parents would still vacationing in Hawai'i for another week, so the house was quiet and empty, other than Kimo. He was parked naked on the sofa playing video games, as usual. In the mere week since Krissy had been home from college, the two had basically agreed that there was reason for either of them to wear clothes inside the house. "Hey, little bro!" Krissy said, approaching Kimo from behind the sofa and planting a kiss on the top of his head. "That was certainly a crazy night. Nice to be home. What have you been up to?" "Nothing exciting," Kimo answered, "Jake and I hung out and played video games last night. What happened last night? Or do I not want to know?" "I don't know, Kimo, *do* you want to know?" Krissy teased, as she peeled off her blue cotton sun dress - her only remaining attire at that point - and tossed it on the floor before padding into the kitchen to pour herself some water. "Was it nasty?" Kimo asked. "Kinda nasty - pretty cray - pretty amazingly fun!" Krissy responded with a smile, remember her exploits with Cisco both at the warehouse party and back in the hotel room. "There were drugs, there was sex, Cisco definitely expanded his horizons." Krissy sat cross legged on the sofa and pressed her hip into Kimo's. She sipped at her water. "Sounds interesting, but you stink!" Kimo exclaimed. "You should take a shower. Then you can tell me all about it." Krissy smelled her own armpits and turned up her nose. "I guess I do." She used her free hand to rub lightly between the lips of her pussy and brought her fingers up to her nose. "Oh, wow!" she exclaimed. "Yeah - you smell like stinky armpits and lots of sex." Kimo joked. "Armpits bad. Sex good!" Krissy retorted. "But fine - I'll just rinse off in the pool. I don't feel like going upstairs." Krissy stood and walked out the sliding glass door into the sunshine. She lowered herself slowly into the warm blue water of the swimming pool, before swimming an unhurried lap to the far end and back. She knelt in the water, and rubbed the chlorinated water into her armpits and between her legs, before rising from the pool, and toweling off on the deck. Rubbing her straight long black hair with the towel, she made her way back to the sofa. The fatigue of her all night escapade was starting to set in, and she laid down next to Kimo, resting her damp head on his naked lap. "So first of all, turns out your buddy Cisco is bi." Krissy revealed. "I've always wondered about that." Kimo responded casually. "Really?" Krissy asked. "It came as a total surprise to me - a pleasant surprise - but a surprise nonetheless. He always seemed so macho." "Yeah - he's almost too macho." Kimo said. "And a little bit metrosexual. I really don't care, but how did you know he's bi?" "Well, I watched him suck a dick and lick another dude's come out of me." Krissy said with a chuckle. "No fucking way!" Kimo exclaimed. "How many people did you bang last night?" "Just three, counting Cisco." Krissy said. "Cisco, a girl we met at the rave, and a fellow we met afterwards at the hotel." "'Just three' - listen to you!" Kimo responded. "You're a force of nature. I'm still a virgin, for Pete's sake!" Krissy rubbed Kimo's thigh consolingly. "I don't think you're going to a virgin for long unless you want to be." She assured him. "You got that amazing hummer from Cayleigh, and in case you couldn't tell, she kinda digs you." She informed him, referring to her BFF Cayleigh and the blow job that Krissy had coached Kimo through two nights earlier. "I'm pretty sure she digs *you,* Krissy - I'm just 'Krissy adjacent.'" Kimo protested. "Maybe she likes us both!" Krissy offered. "But I know she likes you, and she'll be over here a lot this summer, and I'd bet good money that you two will be banging any day now." Kimo's penis rose slightly at the memory of Krissy's tall, gorgeous, athletic friend wrapping her lips around it. Krissy could feel it press against the side of her head. "Seems like maybe you like her a little bit too!" Krissy teased, rubbing her head against Kimo's growing cock. "Stop it - I'm trying to play this game." He responded. "But yeah, I've had a crush on Cayleigh for years. I just figured she was out of my league. I thought the blowjob was an act of pity or something." "No way!" Krissy exclaimed. "I mean, she did it as a favor to me, but there's no way she would have done it if she weren't into you. Trust me." The fatigue of Krissy's long sleepless night was slowly overtaking her. She closed her eyes and sank deeper into the sofa and Kimo's lap. "So what drugs were you doing?" Kimo asked. "We took Molly at the rave, and did some coke back at the hotel." Krissy confessed. "Damn, I've never done either!" Kimo fretted "You wanna?" Krissy asked. "Cisco gave me two more pills, and I've still got a little of Jens's coke left from my first night back." "I don't know." Kimo mused. "All indications appear to be that drugs lead to orgies. At least based on the week so far." He laughed. "Nah - only if you want them to." Krissy offered. "Think about it, I'm going to take a nap." She closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep. * * * * * Krissy woke several hours later, the late afternoon sun shining on her face. She was alone on the sofa. Kimo had covered her with a light throw, although it was warm and probably not necessary. Krissy kicked the throw to the floor, and pinched her eyes shut against the strong glow of the sunlight. The scent of bacon helped her identify the sizzling noise she could hear coming from the kitchen. She inhaled deeply, savoring the smoky aroma. "Mmmmm, bro!" Krissy said, pressing her face into the sofa cushion. "Are you making me breakfast for dinner?" "I'm making you breakfast. If you want to call it dinner, that's your right." Kimo joked. Minutes later Kimo returned to the sofa with a tray that he set atop the coffee table. On the tray was a cup of coffee, a glass of orange juice, and a plate holding two fried eggs, a small mound of hashbrowns, and several strips of crispy bacon. "Oh my god I love you so much right now!" Krissy exclaimed, standing up to fling her arms around her brother's neck. She gave Kimo a chaste but overlong kiss on the lips while pressing her bare chest against his. "You ... are ... amazing!" She began to inhale the coffee and the food. "What were we talking about?" Krissy asked through a mouthful of potatoes. "Drugs." Kimo said. "I kind of want to try them. Do you?" "I'd love to pop your drugs cherry!" Krissy teased. "Let's do them tonight!" "I've smoked pot." Kimo protested. "I'm not a total virgin - but yeah, lets!" "Molly and coke are a whole different thing, little bro." Krissy warned. "And the first time is the best time. We need to do a little planning and get some supplies. We need to think about when to eat, because Molly is best on an empty stomach. And we need Gatorade. Like gallons of it." "We've already got a shit ton of Gatorade." Kimo said. "It's almost six o'clock now - I'm kind of hungry..." "Why don't you eat now and then don't eat anything else." Krissy suggested. "Sunset is a little before nine, so let's dose then. It'll take twenty minutes to hit, and four or five hours to wear off. So we might even get some sleep tonight. This is going to be so fun!" The two spent the next few hours preparing for their trip. Krissy covered the living room floor with soft blankets and pillows. Kimo put together a long playlist of music based on the overlap of his favorites and music Krissy recommended. Together they replaced the white light bulbs in the living room floor lamps with colored bulbs. Krissy fished out a string of colored Christmas lights and arrayed it beneath the glass coffee table that they had moved against the wall. Between and during tasks, Krissy told Kimo what to expect from the molly - the sweaty dizziness as it first kicks in, the twitchy flickering eyeballs, the thirst, the subsequent tactile softness of all things (hence the pillows), the powerful feelings of love and connection, the slow fade back to sobriety as it wears off, and so on. "I've always wanted to pet a chinchilla on ecstasy!" Krissy confessed. "I bet it would feel so soft that your brain would explode!" "Sounds messy." Kimo joked. "What about the coke, where does that fit in?" he asked. "Molly doesn't mix all that well with other drugs." Krissy explained. "But the coke can be a nice pick-me-up when the Molly starts to fade. Totally optional - we can do it or not. We'll sleep better if we don't. Game-time decision. I'll leave it over on the coffee table, so at least we won't have to hunt for it." As the clock hit half past eight, Krissy fetched the pills from her fanny pack on the steps. The two naked siblings stood face to face in the living room - their new temporary private party room - and Krissy took both of Kimo's hands in hers. "Are you ready to have your mind blown?" She asked. "Blow me!" Kimo said. "I mean, blow my mind." He stammered with a laugh, realizing his gaffe. Krissy gave him some side eye, and said, "Open your mouth and stick out your tongue!" She placed Kimo's pill on the middle of his tongue and handed him a glass of water. "It'll hit you better and faster if you chew it up - but it tastes awful." Kimo bit into the pill and made a face, blinking rapidly as the bitter acrid flavor filled his mouth. He took a gulp of the water, as Krissy ingested her own pill, doing the same. Krissy placed a hand on either side of Kimo's face and gave him a wild wide-eyed look. "Now, we wait!" She said. "Any questions?" "No," Kimo responded. "I think you covered it. What are we going to do once it kicks in?" "We're going to roll around on the floor, we're going to rub these pillows, and we're going to have the deepest most intimate conversation that we've ever had." Krissy promised. "Can I play video games until it starts?" Kimo asked. "Sure - you do you, boo! No rules." Krissy replied. Kimo played for about fifteen minutes, sitting hip-to-hip with his sister on the floor in front of the couch, when a wave of dizziness washed over him, and he suddenly felt unable to follow the game or operate the game controller. He set it on the sofa. "I think it's starting." He said, closing his eyes and trying to ignore the sensation of nausea. "Mmmmm - me too." Krissy said, wrapping her arm around Kimo's shoulder. "It won't hit me as hard as you, because I just did it last night. And I've done it before. I probably should've have mentioned that you might feel like you need to vomit. If you do, we'll go to the bathroom and you can vomit. It's no big deal, and you'll feel way better right afterwards." "I think we'd better go to the bathroom!" Kimo said, breathlessly. He stood uneasily, and Krissy took his arm to steady him. The two siblings walked the twenty feet to the first floor bathroom, arm in arm. Krissy noticed Kimo's penis and scrotum sway from side to side as he walked unstably. She hadn't spent time around her brother naked since they were young adolescents, and she admired how handsome and solid Kimo Nguyen had grown up to be: his smooth muscular chest and stomach, his smoothly shaved balls and pubis - Krissy's handwork there - the soft curve of his muscular glutes and the definition in the muscles of his thighs. Not to mention what a thoughtful and sensitive man he was. Krissy's little brother was quite the catch, she thought. Fuck, these are weird thoughts to have about my brother, Krissy thought silently. She helped Kimo sit next to the toilet bowl and she sat across from him, legs apart, leaning into the wall. It must be the drugs, she thought. I wonder if he's thinking the same thing about me, Krissy pondered to herself. She noticed that her shaved pussy was basically on full display to her little as she sat there with him. Her clitoris and inner lips were peeking out and clearly visible. Krissy looked up at Kimo, but his eyes were closed as he tried to overcome the queasiness. Finally, Kimo leaned over the toilet bowl and began to vomit. Krissy came to him and rubbed his back gently as he heaved. As quickly as it had come on, the nausea passed, and Kimo sat back against the wall again. "Fucking hell this feels amazing!" He exclaimed. "I think I need some Gatorade to get the taste of vomit out of my mouth, though. Can we go back to the living room?" "Yes! You've made it over the hump!" Krissy praised him. "Let's go!" As they exited the bathroom, Krissy exclaimed "Carry me!" And she jumped onto Kimo's back, wrapping her legs around his hips and her arms around his neck. He laughed and carried his sister the short distance back to the living room. Krissy enjoyed the sensation of her sex pressed into the smooth soft flesh of Kimo's smooth back, until he plopped her down onto the sofa. She could feel herself beginning to lubricate. It's just the drugs, Krissy said to herself. "You should touch things." Krissy counseled her brother, as he gulped the Gatorade. "Everything will feel amazing." Kimo began to rub the blankets and pillows that Krissy had deposited on the living room floor. "Oh my god!" He exclaimed. "I cannot believe how soft these are. Is everything this soft?" He asked. Kimo began touching other things - the wall, the TV, the coffee table. "Even hard things feel soft." He marveled. "Touch yourself!" Krissy instructed. "Where?" Kimo asked, looking down at his bare frame. "Everywhere." Krissy said with a smile. Kimo ran his hands down his torso, over his abs, down to his thighs, back up beneath his balls, and slowly over his soft-but-rising penis. His penis sent shock waves through his entire body as he stroked it. "Oh fuck - that feels amazing!" He said. "Sit down and just enjoy it!" Krissy suggested, while she herself sat on the floor, running her hands over her small firm breasts, down her stomach and legs, until she brought them to rest above her pubis where she could gently stroke her pussy lips with her fingers. Even the razor stubble on her mound felt deliciously soft. "Dude - come feel this!" Kimo laid face down on the floor, his head between his sister's knees, and looked up at her. "Your mound?" he asked. "Yeah!" Krissy replied. "Even razor stubble is soft!" Kimo ran his fingers over his sister's bare mound, amazed that this drug could make sand-papery razor stubble feel soft like cat fur. "Your pussy feels like a pussy!" He laughed at his pun, before letting his fingertips slide over Krissy's clitoris and down the length of her lips. She let out a low soft ecstatic moan. This is too far, she thought. But he touched me more intimately than that when he shaved me, she reminded herself. She didn't push his hand away. "Do things taste amazing too, or just feel amazing?" Kimo asked, his eyes fixated on Krissy's pussy as he lips began to swell from his gentle strokes. Krissy looked down at him. "Yes, but you're not licking my pussy, pervo!" She teased him. "I've got an idea, turn onto your stomach!" Kimo dutifully followed Krissy's order. She straddled his buttocks and began to massage her brother's shoulders and back, once again pressing her damp labia into his tail bone. Now it was Kimo who moaned as Krissy alternately kneaded and ran her fingertips over Kimo's muscular back. "You like that, little bro?" She asked him. "Oh my fucking god!" Kimo replied. "I never knew anything could feel this good." Krissy bent forward and laid down atop her brother's back, letting her breasts press into the muscles below his shoulder blades, and bring her hands to rest on Kimo's outstretched forearms. "Molly is your friend!" She whispered into Kimo's ear. "Turn over!" Krissy directed him as she rolled off of his back. Kimo rolled onto his back on the living room floor. Whether it was the drugs, Krissy's loving ministrations to his back muscles, or both, his penis was now fully erect and hovering above his belly. Krissy swung her leg over him and straddled Kimo's abdomen, her round butt only millimeters north of the tip of his penis. Krissy began running her fingertips lightly over Kimo's chest and shoulders. Kimo moaned. "I love you so fucking much, Krissy!" Kimo panted. "I know." Krissy replied. "I love you so fucking much too." She bent forward and planted another long, but chaste, kiss on Kimo's lips. "We're so lucky to have one another." She said. Kimo wrapped his arms around her back and squeezed hard. Then he ran his own fingertips up and down Krissy's shoulders, low back, and butt. Now it was Krissy's turn to moan again as her brothers fingers traced the edge of her butt crack, around her glutes, and back up the sides of her hips. Krissy's legs spread involuntarily, as Kimo began to tickle he crease where her buttocks met her thighs. Krissy put her hands on Kimo's chest and pushed herself back up to a sitting position on his belly, but in doing so, her body had moved down, and how her pussy lips were straddling Kimo's penis. The tip of her brother's penis was peeking out just in front of her own clitoris. Krissy slid slowly a few inches down, and then back up, feeling the stiff underside of Kimo's penis gliding beneath her. "Kimo." She said. "Yes?" He replied. "We shouldn't be doing this." Krissy said, sounding unconvinced. "I know. But it feels amazing." Kimo said. "It really does." Krissy agreed, closing her eyes and continuing to massage Kimo's shaft between the increasingly-moist outer lips of her pussy. "We've got to talk about this." Krissy said. "If we fuck tonight, that's not something we can ever take back. We can always tell ourselves it was just the drugs, but we'll never be able to undo it." "I know." Kimo responded. "And if we're not going to be able to be grownups about it, I don't want to do it. I love you so much, bro, I don't ever want anything to come between us or make our relationship awkward or difficult." Krissy appealed. "Me either." Kimo agreed. "But look at what we've already done this week - we've shaved each other. You held me while I masturbated and coached me while your best friend Cayleigh sucked my dick. Do you honestly think we're going to make it through the summer without fucking? I can't even imagine it, right now." "I know." Krissy said, biting her lower lip as she pondered the situation they had created. "I know." There was a long pause. "You can't come inside me." Krissy finally said, still gliding over Kimo's penis, now slick with her juices. "There won't be any lines left that we haven't crossed otherwise. Let's at least leave that one intact." "I'm not sure I can come right now anyway," Kimo said, referring to the effect of the molly, "but I'm imagining that your insides are the softest, squishiest, warmest, most wonderful place on earth right now. I just want to feel what it feels like." "Are you sure this is how you want to lose your virginity? With your sister?" Krissy asked. "With the person I love most in the world, who cares about me and loves me, the person I have the easiest time talking to, out of anyone?" Kimo asked rhetorically. Krissy increased the length of her slides, and as she reached the top of the motion, she tilted her hips back. The head of Kimo's penis rested directly against the opening of Krissy's vagina. "If we move, there's no turning back." Krissy said. Kimo thrust his hips up lightly, and his penis slipped between the wet folds of his sister's swollen vulva and inside of her. Krissy gasped - the sensation was intense and euphoric. "Oh my god!" She exclaimed. "Oh my god!" Kimo echoed. Krissy began to ride him slowly, rising and falling atop her brother's cock. He reached up to palm her breasts as she hovered above him. The warm soft wetness of Krissy's vagina was like no sensation Kimo had ever imagined. No hand, not even Cayleigh's mouth, had ever felt so luscious. Krissy had fucked on E many times - the intensity of the physical sensations was not new to her, but she had never fucked anyone whom she loved so dearly as her little brother, and the intensity of the Molly married with the power of her feelings for Kimo, and the intensity of the nerve endings tingling where his penis was sliding in and out of her, was overwhelming. Krissy started to ride Kimo harder and faster, screaming out loudly "Ah! Ah! Ah!" every time she slammed her own clitoris into her brother's public bone. They both desperately wanted to come, but the Molly, for all its ability to intensify the sensations and emotions of their fucking, put up a psychopharmacological roadblock between each of the siblings and their orgasms. Krissy was panting hard from the exertion, the frenetic pace at which she was riding her brother. Sweat was dripping off of her face onto Kimo's chest at the same time that her pussy was dribbling its juices all over Kimo's cock to run down over his groin. But still, as close as they both were to release, neither could get over that hump. "God fucking dammit I want to come so fucking bad!" Krissy exclaimed, almost crying, collapsing onto Kimo's chest. "I know, Krissy. It's ok. I can't come either, I don't think. Fuck, this is intense though!" Kimo said, his entire brain and body buzzing from the Molly and the insane experience of feeling his sister's pussy engulfing his throbbing cock. Krissy lifted her head from Kimo's chest, having caught her breath at least for the moment. "Check this out." She said, as she lifted herself off of Kimo's cock. It slid out of her, shiny and slick with her juices. Krissy knelt between Kimo's knees and drew his gooey penis into her mouth, using her tongue to clean herself from it. Then she did the same for each of his balls, twirling her tongue over them softly, one at a time, to clean all of her juices from Kimo's scrotum. "Ahhhhh, oh my god, Krissy!" Kimo exclaimed as she worked his cock over with her mouth. Not even Cayleigh's mouth - the first he had ever felt on his cock - felt this good. He knew it had to be the Molly, but he looked down at the top of his sister's head bobbing over him, her long black hair spilling over his hips, and felt such profound love for her that he didn't even care that that it was all a product of the drugs. Krissy slithered back atop Kimo and began to kiss him deeply, sucking his lower lip into her mouth before penetrating his face with her tongue, sharing the taste of her pussy with him. The flavor was tangy and sweet, and Kimo let his sister's tongue explore his own. Krissy dropped her head onto Kimo's chest and panted. "It's like a cruel joke that Molly makes sex feel this good, and makes it so hard to come!" She grumbled. "Sex on Molly seems almost better than orgasms without Molly!" Kimo joked. "But maybe if you tried your vibrator?" He suggested. "You're a fucking genius, little brother!" Krissy said excitedly, leaping up to fish her vibrator out from between the sofa cushions where she'd been keeping it in the days since their parents left. Krissy positioned herself on her hands and knees in the middle of the living room floor. The little voice in Krissy's head telling her that they shouldn't be doing this was receding, growing quieter and quieter. Once lines had already been crossed, what point would be served by getting uptight about it at that point? She thought. "Put your cock back in me." She directed Kimo. "That'll help." Kimo didn't need to be asked twice. The sight of his sister's bare ass and dribbling pussy, thrust out towards him and demanding his attention, was irresistible. Kimo knelt behind Krissy's raised ass and slid his cock back into her invitingly juicy slit. He wrapped his fingers around Krissy's hip bones and thrust himself slowly in and out of her. Kimo was pretty sure he couldn't come, but the moist warmth enveloping his penis was a heavenly sensation. Krissy lowered her head and pressed her face into one of the floor pillows. She braced herself with her left arm on the floor and reached back with her right hand to press the buzzing vibrator against her desperately swollen clit. The sensations were intense. The feeling of Kimo's cock stretching Krissy's pussy, stimulating nerve endings inside of her as he thrust in and out of her deliberately and unhurriedly, was at least as intense for her as it was for him. And with the tactile impact of the Molly magnifying every sensation, the vibrations against her clitoris felt like some kind of erotic jackhammer. Despite the orgasmic inhibition caused by the Molly, Krissy could feel the beginnings of an orgasm rising within her. "Oh my god, Kimo, I think I'm going to come. Oh, yeah. Don't stop - whatever you do, don't pull out and don't stop. Uhn, uhn, uhn, uhn, uhn, oh fuck yes, uhn, uhn, uhn ..." "Holy shit!" Kimo exclaimed as the muscles in Krissy's vagina suddenly clamped down like a vise around her little brother's cock. Krissy screamed loudly as she pushed her ass into Kimo's loins. She pressed herself up, shoving Kimo onto his knees, sitting back against him. With her free left hand, Krissy grabbed her nipple and squeezed hard, her body possessed by involuntary spasms. Her juices began gushing out of her and drenching Kimo's balls yet again. Kimo wrapped his arms around his sister and nuzzled the back of her head while Krissy twitched and moaned, her orgasm ripping through her like whirlwind. After a couple of minutes as the frequency and intensity of Krissy's spasms began to drop, Kimo spoke. "That was amazing, Krissy. I didn't know I'd be able to feel it when a girl comes." Krissy dove forward, planting herself face down atop the blankets on the floor, splaying her limbs out wide. "If you can't feel it, you're not doing it right." Krissy responded, huffing for breath, the occasional residual orgasmic ripple still firing off inside of her, making her clench her glutes and shiver. "Kimo - I've had a lot of great orgasms in my short life, but fuck me if that wasn't the most amazing thing I've ever felt." Krissy rolled onto her back and stroked her own pussy lips comfortingly, planting the soles of her feet on Kimo's thighs. She looked deeply into her brother's eyes. "Less than a week ago you were jerking off on my dirty bikini. Now your cock is slathered with my juices." Krissy chuckled. "What a difference a week makes! Hey!" She exclaimed. "Do you know what feels really amazing on Molly?" "Yes, sex!" Kimo said. "That too." Krissy laughed. "But I was going to say 'a hot shower.' Should we get cleaned up before the second half of this trip?" "Together?" Kimo asked hopefully. "Duh - dude! I'm not leaving your side until this night is over." Krissy informed him. "That's good. I don't want you to. I don't want you to stop touching me - somewhere, anywhere." Kimo responded. "Come on! I'll soap you up and touch you everywhere!" Krissy promised, pulling Kimo by the hand and leading him upstairs to the bathroom in their parents' master suite. They warmed up the water raining down from the giant showerhead in the substantial walk-in shower stall, and stepped in together. Krissy poured the shower gel all over Kim's chest. She briefly spread it over his torso with her hands, before grabbing Kimo's butt cheeks and pulling him against her. They slid side to side against one another, the hot water and frothy soap lubricating the union of their sibling flesh. Kimo could feel Krissy's hard nipples slipping and gliding over the upper part of his stomach. It would have been a delicious sensation under any circumstances, but the Molly made it exponentially more so. Krissy spun Kimo around and lathered his back. She knelt behind him and pulled her brother's cheeks apart. Krissy gave Kimo's backside a thorough cleaning, before reaching between his legs to soap up Kimo's taint and scrotum, then stroking his still-rigid cock with her frothy hand. Kimo pressed his palms into the shower wall and moaned, relishing every second of his sister's loving caresses. Krissy turned Kimo back around to face her. With one hand cupping his balls and the other lovingly stroking his cock, she stood on her tip toes to kiss her brother. Their tongues entwined as the hot water ran over them. Kimo grabbed the shower gel and washed Krissy as she had washed him. He massaged her small breasts with the foamy lather, before reaching between her legs to press his soapy finger against Krissy's ass. Kimo tickled his sister's starfish with the tip of his finger before pulling his hand between her legs to caress his Krissy's swollen vulva. The little voices inside both their heads still spoke softly to them about the impropriety of their actions, despite the euphoria and intimacy fomented by the Molly. But in practical terms, what they were doing in the shower was not much different from what they had done when shaving one another earlier in the week. And such lines, once crossed, seemed to fade from view until no longer perceptible at all. The siblings embraced under the raining shower head, squeezing one another hard. Krissy turned off the water and grabbed a fluffy towel to dry her brother's shimmering skin - head, shoulders, arms, back, buttocks, legs, chest, penis, balls - she carefully patted her brother's naked body dry. Kimo returned the favor, and they strolled hand in hand back downstairs to the living room, the warm night air evaporating the lingering water drops from their naked flesh. It was half past eleven. Krissy and Kimo were thirsty, but not tired. They gulped the Gatorade they had set out for themselves, and then sat facing one another on the living room floor. Krissy pressed the sole of her foot into Kimo's scrotum and wrapped her two biggest toes around the bottom of his shaft. Kimo he responded by placing his own heel against Krissy's freshly washed vulva. They played with one another's toes as they talked, sharing recollections of their idyllic childhood together - family vacations, toys and games long ago lost or discarded, old friends, holiday dinners, skinny dipping in the pool as grade-schoolers. Neither felt compelled to have further discussions about the sexual connection between them. It was what it was - real, deep, undeniable, and untenable. If there were more conversations to be had, they could wait. Both siblings preferred to maximize the effect of the Molly and revel in the profound feelings of connection and love that they were sharing. By one o'clock in the morning, the impact of the Molly was fading noticeably. Krissy had to pee - the indisputable sign that the drugs were wearing off. Kimo joined her in the bathroom and stood in front of Krissy with his toes atop hers while she sat on the toilet and emptied her distended bladder. Krissy leaned forward to rest her head against Kimo's loins. "Aaaaaah! That feels good." she sighed. "I bet - we drank a lot of Gatorade. I've got to go next." Kimo responded. Krissy wiped herself and Kimo stepped back to let her stand up. "Let me hold it while you pee!" Krissy said, playfully. "I've always wanted to do that!" "Fine with me." Kimo said, stepping towards the bowl. Krissy slid behind him and pressed herself against his back. "What do I do?" She asked. "Reach around, grab my cock, and point it towards the bowl. And hurry up, because now I've really gotta go!" Kimo urged. Krissy reached around her brother and grabbed his penis in her fist, peering around his muscular flanks in order to take aim. "How's this?" She asked. "Point it lower." He suggested. She did, and he tried to relax and release the flow. As he did, Krissy shifted her weight, inadvertently redirecting Kimo's cock, causing him to spray the back of the toilet tank. "Hey!" Kimo shouted. "Be careful." "I saw this in a movie once and they made it look easy. I guess it's actually harder than I would've guessed." Krissy responded with a giggle as she redirected the stream back towards the bowl. "I guess I'll have to clean that up. My bad." Kimo finished and gave his cock a couple of shakes, and said, "Practice, sis. Practice." "So, bro," Krissy said as they strolled hand in hand back to the living room. "What do you think? Do you want to go to bed, or should we get fired back up with the last of Jens's coke?" "I don't know," Kimo answered as he plopped back down into the pile of pillows on the floor. "I've never done coke. What's it feel like?" "Molly is all about serotonin and oxytocin - happiness, love, touch, connection. Coke is all about dopamine - alertness, euphoria, chattiness, horniness." Krissy responded. "It'll keep us awake and talking for at least a couple more hours, but I don't have anything I need to do tomorrow. Or later today, I guess, actually. Do you?" "Nothing." Kimo said. "What the hell - why not? How do we do it?" Krissy explained the fundamentals of coke consumption, the offered, "Most people most of time, will use a hard flat surface like a glass table, or a granite countertop, or a plate. Varsity level coke consumption is snorting it off of whomever you're with. Mammorails, gynorails, phallorails, glutorails ..." she giggled at the absurdity of it. "And a gynorail would be?" Kimo asked. "Snorting a line of coke off of my pussy and licking up the leavings." Krissy said, laughing hysterically. "It's a real thing, though." She continued, composing herself, "I just did it last night." "Tempting as that is, I think I should do my first ever line of coke the traditional way - we've got a glass coffee table, let's use it." Kimo suggested. Krissy knelt down at the coffee table and poured the last of Jens's coke out onto the glass, chopping up one line for each of them, with a little bit still left over. She rolled up a bill and demonstrated the technique for Kimo. "Whatever you do, don't exhale and don't sneeze while you're over the table. Got it?" She asked. "Got it!" Kimo said, taking the bill and snorting his line like a seasoned expert. "Nice work, little bro!" Krissy praised, before showing him how to apply the left-over dust to his gums. Kimo was not quite prepared for the dopamine rush. "Wow, this shit feels amazing!" he said, suddenly intensely aware of the gorgeous, naked, coked-up girl in front of him. Simultaneously as the dopamine flooded his synapses, the blood began flooding into his penis again. "You weren't kidding about horny!" Kimo said, grinding his teeth a little as he admired his sister's round glutes before grabbing one in each hand. "Mmmm - hey there, tiger!" Krissy responded, turning around to make out with her suddenly sexually aggressive brother. The gentle loving exploratory kisses they had shared earlier in the evening were replaced by lusty, aggressive, forceful kisses. Krissy and Kimo were both feeling horny and making no secret of it. "I bet you can come now." Krissy said, grabbing Kimo's hard penis with both hands, pumping it slowly up and down in her firm grip. "You wanna try?" "Fuck yes." Kimo answered. His head was spinning just a little from the intensity of the rush, but his mind's focus was on his sister's sexy lean body and the mounting sensations in his cock. "Wanna fuck again?" Krissy asked. "Or would you rather come in my mouth?" "Mmmm - I want to fuck!" Kimo said. "But you said earlier that I shouldn't come inside you, and I don't know if I have that much self-control right now." "Fuck it." Krissy said. "What fucking difference would it make at this point? You come wherever you want to." Krissy arranged some pillows on the floor, and reclined into them, sliding one under her butt. She spread her knees apart, and reached down with her hands to pull her lips open, like opening French doors to welcome in a wanted guest. The look of lust on Kimo's face only made Krissy hotter and wetter. "We haven't done it missionary yet." Krissy said. "Fuck me, Kimo. Fuck me now." Kimo needed no encouragement. He knelt between Krissy's legs and pressed his cock against her glistening lips, swiping it through her trickling juices twice before pressing it roughly into his sister's gash with a moan. Krissy gasped. It felt so different to fuck Kimo on coke than it had on Molly several hours earlier. It was no less intense and pleasureful, but now it was aggressive, almost frantic. Krissy loved that intense male animal energy. She hooked her ankles around her brother's thighs and pulled him into her. "Fuck me as hard and as fast as you can!" She ordered. "Fuck me like you want to hurt me!" Kimo grabbed Krissy's knees and pressed them up to her shoulders, folding her in two and pinning her to the floor as he accelerated the pace and the depth of his thrusting. Krissy cried out rhythmically, her vocalizations straddling the line between pleasure and pain. Kimo and Krissy both grunted in unison each time Kimo's public bone slammed into his sister's clit. Three or four minutes of this and he couldn't hold back any longer. "I'm coming, Krissy. I'm going to come in your pussy!" He panted. "Fill me up with your nasty fucking spunk!" She blurted eagerly. "I want to feel your cock throbbing inside me!" Kimo tensed and groaned, shooting the first of several jets of his come into his sister's eager pussy. He thrust several more times as the spasms in his cock slowed, before withdrawing himself and leaning back to kneel on his ankles. As his still-hard cock popped out of his sister a few dribbles of his come followed. Krissy rose to her knees and held her hand beneath her pussy as Kimo's semen flowed out of her and onto her palm. She brought it up to her lips and lapped it up with her tongue. "Yummy!" Krissy said, winking at Kimo with a lurid grin. She bent forward to take his slowly wilting cock into her mouth to suck it clean. Krissy slid onto Kimo's lap, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him deeply so that he too could taste the mélange of their juices that coated her tongue. Kimo's cock started to twitch back to life, pressed up against Krissy's abdomen as they made out on the living room floor. "Tomorrow is another day," Kimo said, "and we're going to have to figure out what all of this means. But I can fuck again. I can fuck until the coke runs out. I want us to keep banging like porn stars!" "We've crossed so many lines that we've crossed them all out." Krissy answered. "Bring it! Fuck me again, Kimo!" Krissy pushed Kimo onto his back and mounted him reverse cowgirl. The sight of his sister's amazing ass rising and falling in front of him was a thing of beauty the likes of which Kimo had never imagined. As Kimo had said - tomorrow would be another day. But for now, Krissy had never loved anybody or anything as much as she loved her brother when he was balls deep inside of her.

Kimmy by not a politician Kimmy part 24 The morning after the disco event, Kimmy awoke – well, not exactly early, but earlier than she was in the process of making a bad habit that summer, and before Mom or Granny might think to come wake her. The disco evening had ended late, bit since it was an under-the-week event that started in the late afternoon rather than the evening, it had still been late rather than already early. Still, Dave's father had insisted on driving her home when everybody had arrived at Dave's house and redistributed into their own vehicles. Since she was the only one going towards Johnson Farm, they had even managed to take her bike, squeezed into the back. Not wanting to get into bed still painted, she managed a shower before collapsing onto the sheets. As she left her room in order to take a shower, she noticed the walk-in wardrobe to be very obviously lacking any Kimmy-clothes. No surprise there, but it reminded her that she had left the everything-below-the-navel-baring dress at Dave's place. Not that she needed anything to wear in the near future, but the logistics had once more complicated themselves. But maybe it was as easy as – her thought were interrupted by the ringing phone. Mom wasn't up yet, so Kimmy quickly went to answer it. “Hi, this is Kimmy...” “Ah, Kimmy, just the one I want. Listen, it's going to be a hectic morning, do you mind if I delay bringing your stuff over until the evening?” “Na, it's fine, I won't need it till Saturday. Actually might not even need it on Saturday if I want understand correctly. Anyway, this evening is fine, but, I just noticed I left your dress-shirt-thing over at Dave's, can you collect it on the way somewhere or do you need me to go get it?” “Leaving your outfits behind already? Damn you move fast, girl!” “I, we, didn't, it was just...” “Relax, I'm just teasing you”, Daisy laughed, “Anyway, gotta hurry now, bye!” “Bye”, Kimmy replied, but Daisy had already hung up. Since it was still early, Kimmy decided to surprise Mom with a special breakfast, a little tradition between them whenever Kimmy woke early, born from the fact that usually no cure existed for Kimmy's tendency to sleep in more and more as summers went on, making her normally unavailable for breakfast chores. Kimmy made some extra since Granny had already made it a habit to come over for breakfast and have a chat with her naked mother and daughter pair. The breakfast round dispersed shortly after Mom, dressed, had to leave for work. Before Kimmy could worry what to do with the day, she saw Ally coming over on her bike. Since not knowing what to do isn't at all a problem when hanging out with friends, they were looking ahead to a pleasant day. However, any plans they might have made were soon moot anyway, when Ally's mom arrived in her car. “Hi girls! Ally, it's time to go shopping for a scout outfit. Oh, and Kimmy, maybe you want to come along?” “Oh, I dunno, Granny and Mom say I won't need anything and in fact...” “You said we'd go tomorrow!” “Something came up at work for tomorrow, so I can only get a half-day off if I take it today and do some overtime tomorrow. And Kimmy, don't be silly, just because you don't need anything it doesn't mean you don't”, Ally's mom hesitated as she searched for the right phrasing to end the sentence, “want something. A recreational scouting troup is only half the fun if you don't accesorise a bit. Plus, there's no way there won't be any serious hiking at some point, and while barefoot hiking is certainly possible, you'll probably won't want to enforce it, so everyone should own a pair of sensible hiking boots or else someone will try it with unsuitable shoes” “The local department store is'nt stocking what we're looking for, but there's an outlet centre for sports- and leisure wear in a greenfield development near Nextown, so mom took of a half day, originally tomorrow, for us to drive there and get myself a scouting outfit, since I'm going to be one of the instructors”, Ally filled in the blanks. “And when were you going to tell me all this?” “At the first meeting this coming Saturday I guess, but it's not like you absolutely desperately needed to know, or like your mom and granny couldn't have told you” “I guess. But I can't come along in any case, cause we kinda lost my clothes and Daisy won't be bringing them back before the evening” “Hmm, I don't really want to drive back home to fetch something since we have to be back before the end of lunch break. But”, she made a pause to think, “you'd take of your clothes to try on the new ones anyway, and it's in another town where nobody knows you, and also, I heard that acceptance of nudity is increasing outside of Johnsonville – I even heard that two nights ago, a travelling family checked in at the motel and their daughters were completely naked on arrival” Kimmy considered this, and even though she had a suspicion as to who that family were, the rest of Mrs. Williams' points made some sense – worst case, they'd not allow her in naked, and all that needed to be done was to send in Ally first, to buy the first cheap dress in the right size that she'd see. “Allright, but I don't want to cause a scene, you'll first check if it's really ok for me to come in like this” -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The outlet centre was located on the far side of Nextown, placed there to have good traffic connections to as much population as possible within the area. The buildings instantly reminded anyone loking at them of oversized standard freight containers.  During the drive, Ally fished some flips-flops out from under the passenger seat where she presumably had temporarily gotten rid of them on a previous ride, increasing the contrast to the still completely naked Kimmy as the group left their car. Thankfully, the asphalt of the parking lot wasn't too hot under Kimmy's bare feet so early in the day, and even getting into a store that looked like it had what they needed turned out less of a problem than Kimmy had feared. Merchandise was arranged with a double purpose of displaying the goods while shielding the customers from anyone peeping at the entrance. Cash points were placed strategically throughout the entire room, and the battery of them placed with a direct view of the anti-theft scanners at the entrance was currently unused and unstaffed and would probably remain that way until a self-serving customer rang the little bell. Mrs. Williams was quick to point out all these obvious facts to Kimmy, concluding that it meant she could just walk in naked, and then Kimmy would simply be seen as being between outfits. They then entered the shop before Kimmy could get second thoughts. They indeed managed to enter the shop undetected, or at least without anyone raising a fuss. Only once did they come within line-of-sight of a mother-daughter pair, but the mother was looking at the merchandise. The young daughter did see Kimmy, but she didn't react except for an envious look probably related to her own clothing, which was rather too heavy for the prevailing temperature. Having reached the area containing potential scouting outfits, and looking through them together with Ally and her mom, two heretofore fuzzy things became imminent: She wasn't actually shopping for an outfit, so while she ostensibly was between outfits, no outfits to be in between really existed. And she was rather far from Johnsonville, so while “what happens at the centre, stays at the centre” sort of applied, she didn't really know how people would react to her. While they were looking at potential purchases they were approached by a sales clerk, who looked to be in her middle to late fifties. While she helped to select possible outfits for Ally to try, as well as matching accessories that would also be worn by Kimmy, she revealed that when she was a young girl, her parents lived in a back-to-the-roots commune, where she had gone mostly naked all summer. She even revealed that this was a strong reason for her to make a point out of being their sales clerk that day. In turn, she was told a bit about Kimmy and Ally. Not the full story, just the relevant bits about the scout troupe and Ally's position in it, and the basics about why Kimmy was naked that moment. After a bit, a couple of potential choices had been assembled and Ally was about to try on the first, another customer, her son in tow, singled out Kimmy when this was easy due to the other three being busy with each other for a moment. “Girl, have you no shame? Do you truly believe being undeveloped is an excuse for such shameful attire?”, she attacked Kimmy, exaggerating Kimmy's build mostly due to not being in the mood for any form of nuances, “I don't know how you coerced a sales clerk into accepting your heathen ways, but I'll let you know I'm going to ask for the manager and have you thrown out of this centre!” The woman acted spiteful enough to scare Kimmy into a moment of silence, but luckily, another woman sprang to Kimmy's defence with the first strong reply that came to her mind: “How dare you be so spiteful to such a nice and innocent girl! I for one think that she's doing the right thing in this hot weather, and I only regret not havng allowed the same to my own daughter, but I shall remedy that right now. And I might very well report you to the manager for your spitefulness”. The second woman had managed to command greater authority b keeping her voice a lot calmer than the spiteful mother had, but after she finshes speaking, she realised that her position would be weakened, perhaps critically so, if her daughter chose to make no use of the “permission” she just received. Fortunately, the daughter shared enough of her mom's values to side with her, starting to strip even though she had no other reason to do so than solidarity, and managed to not let her reluctance show. The complainer saw no other choice but to admit defeat and decided to leave the store. The sales clerk – actually the store manager, it turned out – asked those who had noticed the incident to confirm they were OK with Kimmy and her new friend staying naked, and still being freshly impressed, nobody objected. The sales clerk/manager made an excuse so she could phone the centre's shared security to warn them of the woman who had verbally abused some of her customers, which she knew would assure the complainer's inability to get security mobilised against Kimmy. But before she could actually leave, Ally whispered a request to her: “Does that mean I won't have to use the changing cubicles?” “You stick to those cubicles and don't show yourself naked in here”, the manager replied, in a whisper but loud enough for Kimmy and Mrs. Williams to hear, “they accepted the younger girls being naked but I can't guarantee you'll get the same treatment” After this, the shopping in that store was without incident. Ally's scouting outfit ended up being a blouse and shorts with knee socks, a neckerchief and a baseball cap, in blue and yellow. The same baseball cap, neckerchief and knee socks were bought for Kimmy. Finally the manager then had a parting gift for both Kimmy and her temporary partner in nudity, consisting of an inexpensive apron each. Inspired by the partner's mother's comments about the warm weather, she explained how the aprons made the ideal dress for such conditions by leaving the sides, back and legs bare while covering everything that was essential. She also encouraged them to wet their hair a little in the wash room. With most of their shopping needs already out of the way, the group of three then went to look for a shoe store. Now dressed, Kimmy was much more relaxed about walking around the centre, and she didn't seem to draw any unwanted attention, though Ally noticed some people doing a double take at Kimmy's backside. When they entered an appropriate place selling shoes, Kimmy was surprised to see the sale girl approaching them was one of the girls she meet at the park two days ago, during her streak. She didn't know whether Ally recognized her though, and with Mrs. Willians right next to them decided not to be the first to bring the topic up. The summer-jobbing sales girl on the other hand was very eager to initiate a conversation with her “favourite streaker” and managed to create the opportunity to briefly learn the relevant bits about Kimmy's apron dress and its story. Kimmy was just done gathering a small selection of candidates to be her new hiking boots and had sat down to put on her new socks before trying them, when she – and just about everybody else in the store, probably, - couldn't help but notice the mother-daughter-pair, the daughter about the age that Kimmy appeared to be, who clearly telegraphed to anyone paying attention just how annoyed they were with each other's annoyance. “It's your own fault if you're miserable, you insisted on wearing these clothes even though they're clearly to warm” “I never complained! I'm perfectly OK with suffering a bit of warmth for looking good”, the daughter replied more defensively than intended, but at least managing to substitute “good” for “cool” at the last moment. Inwardly, she was cursing the how mothers sometimes considered a lack of cheer and enthusiasm a crime. Truth be told, even if she was visibly dressed too warmly, the real reason for her bad mood was being dragged along to shop for shoes and clothes that weren't her style, but she had enough sense not to bring that up. While the rest of the room lost their initial interest with the pair as they fell sullenly silent and started to browse the shop, the daughter noticed Kimmy's dress and pointed it out to her mother, managing to sound completely sincere as she suggested this as more heat-friendly alternative to her own current attire, and also pointed out they might be sold at the centre since she had seen at least one other girl with the same style already. Contrary to expectation though, the mother seemed to go for that suggestion rather than drop the topic to avoid such a breezy new style. And so the duo of mother and somewhat surprised daughter approached the group containing the apron dress, and asked Mrs. Williams where she might have gotten that dress for her younger daughter. Before anyone else could reply, the sales girl took the initiative and gave the name of the store where Kimmy had gotten it, then proceeded to get Kimmy to stand up in order to explain the features of the “dress” on a live model, using the information she only recently got from Kimmy herself. The mother was a bit surprised once she got a really good look at the backside, but still decided to go get one of these dresses for the sake of getting back a cheerful, happy daughter in place of the mopy teen she spent the morning with. As soon as the two had left, the sales girl proceeded to phone the other store, letting the manager know what her incoming customers would be expecting when asking for a certain type of “dress”. The manager was very happy, too, because it would help her clear the novelty-print aprons they were about to take out of the sortiment; it had turned out the association between camping and barbecue didn't cause customers to go look for aprons in an outlet catering for “sports and leisure”. Soon after, Kimmy and Ally were outfitted with new hiking boots. On their way out, the sales girl didn't miss out the opportunity to give Kimmy a friendly slap on the butt the apron so conveniently left mostly bare, as a way to send her off. Between finishing the purchase and going to their car, however, Ally increasingly gave the impression that something was amiss. “What's wrong?” “Well, those aprons you and the other girl got were on clearance, so I really expected them to come back complaining about them being sold out, so we would have ended up giving them yours. You gotta admit, it'd have fitted the theme of this summer!” Kimmy listened to this scenario with big eyes, but ended up laughing together with Ally. Then, she simply took of her apron before getting into the car. “Now they get the “dresses” they wanted and we get our theme. All we still need is a fitting famous quote” Kimmy part 25a In the evening of that same day, Mom returned home to find Kimmy and Ally lounging on the couch watching TV, both naked, their positions chosen for comfort but apparently not for modesty. Mom noticed they both were a little wet from skinny dipping all afternoon, so she didn't feel a need to comment about wasting the summer in front of a screen. She also noticed Kimmy's new apron, neatly hung from the set of pegs and clothes hooks near the front door, together with Ally's clothing, but in such a way it was clearly visible these were the clothes of two girls. “Oh, is this new?”, she asked, already having realised it was and rather hoping for more than a simply affirmative. “Yea, we were out shopping for outfits for this new kid scout idea, and, well, I got this, too”, Kimmy supplied. “Daisy didn't get around to bring Kimmy's clothes this morning, in fact she still didn't. So after the cool lady running the store turned out to be totally OK with Kimmy being naked, she gave us this dress for going around the rest of the centre”, Ally added, barely hesitating before saying “dress”, deciding to not make the fact it was really an apron any more obvious than it had to be. “Well, what are you girls waiting for, then? Model your new outfits for me!” Ally's mom had dropped off both girls and all purchases at the Johnson Farm, not wanting to have to drive to two places or sort out anything, in order to be back at work as soon as possible. This now allowed Ally to model her own scout outfit alongside Kimmy, who was modelling her own scout accessories look. After that, Kimmy took off everything else to show Mom her new apron dress, with Mom still being in her work clothes and Ally in her scout outfit. “I love it!”, Mom exclaimed, “It keeps you cool, seeing how it allows air to circulate all over your backside, and with the front, it can be worn at occasions too formal to just wear your short-shorts without a top” “And unlike your shorts, it allows us to do this”, Ally added mischievously, “this” being a playful slap to Kimmy's mostly bare butt, to absolutely no adverse reaction from Mom, who was herself just as fond of showing affection to Kimmy in this very way. Kimmy, on the other hand, instantly reacted with “Just wait till your own butt is bare again”, but her tone of voice was just as playful as Ally's slap had been. Despite wearing shorts, Ally quickly dodged around the couch, escaping Kimmy's retaliatory butt slap that way. When Daisy finally arrived, the modelling was long over and she found a trio of naked helpers to unload and store Kimmy's stuff in no time at all. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Kimmy spent most of the next day lazing around Johnson Farm, enjoying the lack of a need for clothing. At one point late in the morning however, a half-dozing Kimmy, lying on her stomach and enjoying the not-yet-too-warm sun, was approached by Granny, who caught the younger girl's attention by giving her a little slap on the temptingly exposed butt. “What's up, Granny?”, Kimmy tried to ask, though it was distorted into a big yawn. “I've got a favour to ask, I just noticed my cream went bad, and I need some for the lunch I planned to make. I can't finish in time if I go shopping now, and I don't really feel like changing lunch plans, but the cream only needs to be added near the end, so maybe you could take your bike and get me some?” “No problem, Granny”, Kimmy replied, much more intelligibly now, but still sounding rather sleepily as she slowly stretched and got to her feet. “Don't forget to slip on some shorts”, Granny reminded her, emphasizing it with another light slap to Kimmy's still bare butt. Rather than complain that she could think of that herself, Kimmy chose to ask why it was so much fun to slap her butt. “It's just too tempting. You should slap Ally's next time she's naked, and you'll see for yourself”, Granny replied after taking a moment to consider her answer. Kimmy wasn't immediately convinced she should try that, but decided to give the matter a rest, the little playful slaps were harmless enough after all. Slipping on her short-shorts, Kimmy couldn't help but notice that they covered a lot more of her butt than her apron dress. She pulled and tugged at the back of the shorts to see how they would look when exposing more butt, but while she succeeded to find that out, they of course wouldn't stay like that once she let go again. Since Granny would need the cream somewhat speedily, Kimmy put in effort and cycled at her fastest as she made her way to the food discounter that she first visited on the day she was hired to work in the garden for Lisa's family. Hot and sweaty, she entered the blissfully cool, air-conditioned building. Looking around for cream, she noticed that there were more barefoot and topless kids than on her first visit, some quite close to her own age. It was probably due to the hot weather. When she went to the register to ger her cream rung up, she sales clerk, a woman in her mid-twenties, started a conversation: “Coming alone this time?” “Yes, I just rode the bike here quickly to get some cream for Granny. But I'm surprised you recognised me, I was only here once” “Your style of dressing rather stood out back then. Speaking of which”, she added with a look at Kimmy's chest, “I'll wager that you'll soon develop to a point where you'll need to cover up more”. To Kimmy's surprise, she ended with: “If I were you, I'd take all remaining chances to be as naked as you can this summer” Moments later, on the parking lot, Kimmy decided to take the sales clerk's suggestion and strip off her short-shorts in order to cycle home naked, which she reckoned she could do without much hassle, traffic being low at that time of the day. She pushed her bike around the corner – the front of the store was mostly glass, leaving the parking lot highly visible from inside - and quickly dropped her shorts and, full of high spirits, lifted them up into her bike's basket with her foot rather then picking it up. But then she hesitated. She wanted to be considerate and let the sales clerk know that she had taken up her suggestion, but she didn't quite know how to do that without exposing herself to the other shoppers, something which – unlike riding her bike through town naked – she considered inappropriate. Kimmy remained on the side of the building, peering around the corner, and had half-decided to just get dressed again and merely tell the nice woman what she was going to do, when she gasped out loud due to suddenly feeling one of those slaps to her bare butt. Turning around, she found herself face to face with the sales clerk, who had left the shop trough the side door. “I had a hunch you might take me on my word, and I came to check when I didn't see you leave. But it seems you simply lost your courage at the last moment” “No, it's not that, it's just – well, I wanted to show off my “courage” to you I guess, but didn't quite know how to make it so that only you got a clear view” The clerk laughed and gave Kimmy a big smile and a thumbs-up as the latter began to cycle out of the parking lot. Riding her bike naked through town proved to be fun, and the few people she actually noticed looking at her where at most surprised, none of them seemed mad. But then, turning a corner at high speed, she suddenly noticed the road blocked by two cars, one of them belonging to the county sheriff, the other's driver in the process of being ticketed for a traffic violation. Kimmy brought her bike to a halt and for a moment didn't know what to do. Then, the sheriff, having finished chewing out the driver, noticed her and, apparently recognising her as that Johnson girl from the car wash, waved at her. “Hey, what happened to you, did Ally keep your shorts?”, he joked. “No, I have them here”, Kimmy replied, taking them out of the basket and holding them up. “Err, I was hot and took them off”, she tried to explain and then her wit kicked in: “The sheriff said it was no big deal for me to run around naked” “I expected nothing less of a true Johnson girl”, the sheriff laughed, “and right you are with what I said. Just remember to stop running around nekkid once it causes all the wifes to forcibly turn their husband's heads away” “Wouldn't want their necks to get hurt, after all”, Kimmy quipped, correctly assessing the mood, and then she circled around the cars and rode home, leaving behind a very amused sheriff and a baffled traffic offender. After Kimmy returned to the farm, the day ended with naked lazing about, just as it had started. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Kimmy woke up reasonably early on saturday morning and, despite the indoor shower being fixed long since, decided to take a wake-up shower outside, where it was more airy and less confined than in the bathroom. When she felt sufficiently awake, sh reached for her towel in order to pat herself dry enough for breakfast, she only felt empty air. “Looking for this?”, Ally asked, dressed in her brand new blue-and-yellow scout outfit and teasingly waving the missing towel. “Hi Ally, didn't expect you to be so early”, Kimmy replied, not the least bit fazed about the prospect of drip-drying naked next to a clothed Ally. “Oh, it's for a reason, I have to check your proper preparation after all” “Proper preparation? I thought I was just to throw on my scout accessories and you'd be the one to run the woodlore show” “Exactly! And your outfit won't cover your girl parts, so I need to check for telltale age signs that you sloppily overlooked”. And with that, Ally bent down, used the towel to pat dry the aforementioned girl parts, and had a good stare before he had to declare them perfectly prepared. Thankfully for Kimmy, it was all over before she had a chance to feel awkward about it, and instead enjoyed how Ally's sloppiness implication had fallen flat so thoroughly. “Told you so”, she triumphed, being more figuratively than literally right, and childishly stuck her tongue out at Ally, earning herself a towel-end on a bare butt otherwise out of Ally's reach. Kimmy part 25b Heading to the kitchen for breakfast, Kimmy found Mom and Granny already there, and Ally joined them in going over the plans yet again, simply because no other topic would have been fitting. Since a ot of kids and initially also their parents would be over, Mom was dressed, making Kimmy once again the only naked person at the table. It had been agreed that the Blue Jays would meet on every Saturday during the school-free part of summer in order to start a group dynamic. Each of these meets – the term meet had crept up during the planing phase, and it stuck – would include a “woodlore” section run by Ally, with Granny occasionally assisting, followed by a “fun and games” section. The constituting assembly, dubbed the pre-meet meet, was held immediately before the first actual meet, and both the kids and their parents were present so that everything could be explained, all questions could be answered and everyone could meet everyone in the most efficient way. To Kimmy's surprise, there were a lot more future Blue Jays close to her own age than she had expected. To considerably smaller surprise, just about everyone in town that Kimmy knew was present. As it turned out, some of the parents expected the whole thing to be a lot more like the real and contemporary scouts, so when the discussion touched upon activities outside the meets, it was more or less demanded that opportunities to learn skills more modern than making fire and tying knots were offered this way. Fortunately, Granny knew just about everyone in town and could promise to eventually build up such a program. Eventually the pre-meet reached its designated end and all the parents left. So did Mom and Granny, in order to get that “course activity” organised fast enough to please the parents, leaving Ally to run the show. Everyone was greeted as soon as they arrived by Granny, Mom, Ally and Kimmy, then wearing her scouting accessory outfit. Some were surprised by its lack of coverage, but none reacted hostilely, which in retrospect wasn't surprising since the clothing-optional status of the farm had been pointed out during the recruitment drive. “Welcome to the old-fashioned part then, everyone. This is all for fun as far as I am concerned, but since some seem to think knots and fire making are not appropriate somehow, let's do just that. Except it's way too warm to add fire on top of that, so let's do knots. Any objections?” Ally looked around, but nobody seemed to complain. Instead, she saw that Kimmy had chosen just that moment to bend down and re-tie her open shoelace, an action which Ally decided to push into a different direction: “Since the fomal part is over, you can all follow Kimmy's example and get more casual if you want”. The crows so addressed was already casually dressed by any non-Kimmy standard, and Kimmy herself had not planned to get more casual than the purpose-bought outfit she was wearing, but decided to play along with what Ally had announced. So instead of re-tying her laces, she took of the shoes and, after thinking a moment, the knee-socks as well since she didn't want to dirty them on the ground. She couldn't quite make out how many were following that example Tying knots was interesting at first, but eventually someone voiced his opinion that making knots into pieces of rope for no real reason was getting old. Before Ally could react, a girl then suggested the group tie each other up. Ally vetoed this, fearing the horde might become uncontrollable, and instead suggested that everyone who though they were already perfect at their knots could try to tie a volunteer's hands, and if the volunteer couldn't free themselves, they'd get some sort of reward and time at the swimming pond while Ally worked with those still wanting to practise. “I have nothing planned for a reward and splitting the group means you'd have to go and supervise the swimming faction”, she quietly told Kimmy, “if you are the volunteer, you can easily defeat them, just always offer your wrists in such a way that they tie it in front, space them so that you can tighten the hands and loosen the rope, and move the knot so that you can work on it with one hand, and your mouth too if necessary” Armed with this advice Kimmy took up the challenge. The first couple of attempts were too loosely knotted even without them, but gradually better attempts were made, with the knotters eventually and gradually learning to prevent the counter-measures. However, keeping an eye towards the continued attempts allowed Ally to end the knot-tying sessions way before a real chance to defeat Kimmy arose. This was then subverted when on majority request, Ally demonstrated on Kimmy how to properly tie someone's hands behind their back. Kimmy decided that if she wanted to get free of those bindings, she'd have to bring her arms in front of herself first. In a combination of not knowing whether she was flexible enough, not wanting to give a spectacle by trying anyway and trusting Ally to untie her soon-ish with no harm done, Kimmy decided to simply wait instead. However, this caused some to cry foul and claim that Kimmy and Ally were only pretending the superiority of Ally's knot. Right at the point where Ally in turn assured everyone that Kimmy was indeed safely tied, Granny and Mom showed up again, having finished their extra work assignment. Kimmy was first embarrassed to see them appearing right at the moment where her own tied state was so clearly announced, then surprised when they decided that Kimmy should try to free herself, then have a go at trying to tie Ally. Kimmy tried to step backwards over her tied arms, but only managed to lose balance and land on her bare butt. Instead of trying to get up again, she made use of the more stable position and, convincing herself nobody present cared what she was showing in the process, managed to get her hands over and around her feet. She pulled at the rope with her hands and teeth, making enough headway for Granny to announce that she'd eventually succeed that way but they didn't have the time to wait for that. Kimmy was untied, and then her own attempt at tying up Ally proved to be just as insufficient as the tie on her shoelaces earlier. Then Granny announced it was time for the fun and games section, and only then did Kimmy realise how much time had passed with knot games. The first game was a test of dexterity and cooperation, where teams of two had to balance bowls of water over a distance without using their hands, the second was the kind of football Americans call soccer. Many got rid of their shirts during the first game either to prevent them from getting wet or after this has happened, and to Kimmy's delight a surprisingly high number of them were girls close to her own age. For the football/soccer game, it was at first “skins versus shirts”, but when someone pointed out Kimmy was under-dressed for the normal version of a “skins” team, a team was assembled from those who welcomed the excuse to play naked for Kimmy to play in. Way to soon it was time for the meet to dissolve and everyone to either leave or wait to be picked up. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- When things had quietened down, Ally and Kimmy were each given a copy of a list. Each entry held a name, one or more skills with a check box next to each, and some framed empty space. “We phoned with just about everyone we could think of”, Granny explained, “and made this list of people who might be interested in teaching in our course program. Now, in a lot of cases we don't know them directly, and in any case, we want your opinion on how much potential interest for people your age the course would hold, so the plan is for you to arrange to meet the people on the list, and if both you and them agree on it, plan them into the course program schedule” The girls both nodded, and everyone pretty quickly agreed that the list would be split between Kimmy, Ally and Lisa – Kimmy and Ally both suggested including her in order to better split the work and get broader interests represented - according to greatest affinity to their interests, that the list would ideally be accounted for within a week, and that the one-on-one talks would best be done in non-scouting outfits to avoid having to start with misunderstandings about the scope and nature of the course program. Kimmy and Ally called Lisa on the phone – she had not played a prominent role in the meet and had left with her siblings not prematurely, but well before the last stragglers were gone – and after convincing her to join the effort, immediately began dividing the list amongst themselves. Mom and Granny took the opportunity to suggest some of Kimmy's outfits to Ally by showing them to her while she talked on the phone. Kimmy was suggested exactly one outfit – her apron dress and some dressy sandals – and Kimmy couldn't bring herself to deny Mom this wish. The silent fashion show was mostly unnecessary of course, for before Kimmy and Ally could leave to check out the first candidates on the same day, the appointments had to be arranged. Soon, however, Ally and Kimmy left on their bikes, splitting up as the got to the town entrance. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- After the penultimate interview, Kimmy was in rather high spirits. Not only did two out of three interviews result in worthwhile additions to the course program, but she also got away with wearing her apron, and actually twice got complimented on her dress. Figurative inches away from actually humming and skipping, she took the list from her bike's basket – forgetting the sandals she had also put there in order to pedal barefoot – and found herself reminded that this interview was with someone her age interested in sewing, which could be anything from boring to awesome depending on what that person did with it. “Nice apron, barefoot girl”, Kimmy was greeted by the sewing teenager – Kelly according to the list. “Oh it's – you're the first today to find out, you know?” “I'm flattered, but it's actually kinda obvious unless you're oblivious to aprons existing. I guess you got lucky” “Well, it's like this...”, Kimmy began and explained to Kelly how she had acquired the apron and why she was using it as a dress. “Mhmmm”, Kelly sounded as Kimmy had finished, and she began walking around the smaller girl, looking and tugging at the apron. “You know, if I made it a bit more figure-hugging here”, she pointed out Kimmy's side at navel height, “and a bit broader here”, she indicated Kimmy's almost completely exposed butt, more surrounded than covered by the apron strings, “I could make something that even people who know what an apron is will recognise as a dress” “Oh – you would, just like that?” “What? Oh – sorry, I was rambling to myself and actually intended to make that dress for my sister, who's a bit of a tomboy, so the idea of making a dress she can't call stifling and hindering is quite appealing right now. Of course”, she quickly added, when seeing Kimmy's slight disappointment at seeing an offer seemingly vanish into thin air, “I could make you one too, on commission, or better yet, you could learn to make it yourself if you take that sewing course I'll be offering” “I guess I'll do that, being able to alter my own clothes will surely come in handy” “Perfect, just do me a favour and lend me that dress for a bit, then I'll go and find my sister to show it to her?” “Mhmm, can't see why not”, Kimmy agreed, untying the apron and handing it over. However, even though Kelly immediately left the room once given the dress, Kimmy's expectation of simply waiting for her apron back in a room with no-one else ended up being subverted: When Kelly returned with her sister in tow, it became clear from the sister stripping and being measured, put into the apron, and some pins being put into the apron, that Kimmy was not to get that apron back anywhere near as immediately as she thought, and that she'd not be alone while once more bring stark naked. Still, the sisters were harmless enough, and Kimmy relaxed while watching the sister's progress. Just as she was at her most relaxed, the room's door opened, and what must be Kelly's mother appeared in the door. “Oh, what's going on here?” “I got an idea for a dress that Kathrin – I mean Kat”, she corrected herself after remembering she was not in teasing-sister-mode, “actually likes, so I'm doing all the preparations” “And who's your naked little friend?” “That's Kimmy, she's from those jaybirds that called, but she's also the one on whom I saw the dress idea” “Oh, that's nice, just remember to give her something to wear once she has to leave, then”. And with that, she left the room again. Soon after, Kelly was done with her sister and offered Kimmy to take her measurements and write them down for her, since that was something she'd have difficulty doing on herself with any accuracy, especially while still learning. Kimmy was still standing naked in the middle of the room, arms outstretched, when the door opened again and the mother returned, towing a man she introduced as her husband. Kimmy then had to introduce herself to him, still naked of course, followed by his wife admonishing him to not forget that girl's name, like he kept doing for all the other friends of Kat's who visited. When it was time to leave, Kimmy was given something to wear home by Kat, a T-shirt explicitly stated to be expendable, which sported numerous holes and had apparently already been converted to a cleaning rag, but which had found its way back into Kat's closet when Kat had picked some of her clothing off the floor in order to fill the washer. Since Kat had few other clothes if you counted only those not being dirty and on the floor near the hamper, Kimmy politely assured the younger girl that it would do. Kimmy - interlude Sunday Morning, just one warm night after the previous events. Dave arrived at the Johnson Farm, intent on meeting Kimmy and spending a day with her. Mom and Granny were waiting for him, waving him right through to Kimmy's room. Despite Mom's recent change in her personal on-farm dress policy, she was fully clothed; Granny had forseen he'd visit „sometime soon“ and convinced Mom firstly that Dave and Kimmy were a good pairing, and that secondly Mom being naked as well as Kimmy could be misconstrued as her „competing“. When Dave entered the room, knocking on the open door by way of token politeness, he was treated to the view of a peacefully sleeping Kimmy, naked on her bed, resting on the side so her bare butt was facing the door and thus, Dave.  When Kimmy slowly woke, she took a moment to realise someone else was in the room. Instantly fully awakened by this sight, she looked for something to throw but to Dave's luck found nothing, then stormed past him to complain to Mom and Granny for letting „everyone“ just waltz into her room. „Young lady“, Granny said in a no-nonsens tone that was fully effective at deflating Kimmy's outburst of temper, „your friends are not „everyone“ and there is certainly nothing they could see that they haven't already. It's only common courtesy that you should have an open door for them at all times“ „But it's my room and...“, Kimmy trailed off, joining the ranks of those unable to explain the concept of privacy to those not already openly understanding. „I'm sorry, I was...“, he hesitated, „...led to believe it was OK“, Dave said upon re-joining the females. „It is!“, Mom cut him off, „so far, showing her bare butt has been good for her character. Hey, maybe I should phrase that as a proverb, stitcht it in silk and hang it over the mantelpiece we don't have.“ „It's going to sound either really quaint or like advice on raising a generation of strippers“, Kimmy answered, taking the last comment lightly and replying in kind. „Mention being barefoot. Strippers wear High Heels“, Granny advised pragmatically. „Sure, why not, I like being barefoot“, Kimmy admitted, still not thinking anything of it, before the conversation drifted to other topics for the remainder of breakfast. After breakfast, Kimmy left in order to shower and get dressed, choosing a lightly coloured, slightly flowing dress and sandals. Upon her return to the main group, she found that Lisa and her siblings had joined them. „Nice to see you. I'm afraid I can't...“ „Don't worry, spend time with your boyfriend“, Lisa cut her off, „we're just here for a skinny-dip“ But just as Kimmy was about to do just that, Lisa called out again: „Hey wait, isn't your outfit lacking some character?“, she asked, putting an odd emphasis on the last word. Kimmy was a bit surprised that Mom and Granny had bothered to tell Lisa all about the earlier conversation. On the other hand, if it was that important to them, maybe she should indeed take something off to humour them. She could... „She's right, you should take off those shoes“, Granny interrupted before Kimmy could reach her own decisson, „it's not like you're going to need them today“ As Kimmy bent down to comply, her dress rose at the back, exposing her butt, which earned her a little slap on the bare cheek of it while Mom was telling her to head off and have a nice day. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ When Dave dropped Kimmy off in the evening, she was naked – which, knowing Kimmy, really shouldn't surprise anyone at this point. Lisa happened to be outside and spot her, wrapping a towel around her own previously naked body to greet her friend even though she happened to be dry already. „Should've known you wouldn't be able to keep your clothes on“, she joked, „better get back into that dress before your mom sees you coming back from a date naked“ „I think she prefers me naked by now. Besides, nothing happened“ „Really? How boring. But I need to check if you look suspicious anyway“ „Huh?“, Kimmy replied, looking just as clever as she sounded at that moment. „Hands behind your head!“, Lisa ordered, and while Kimmy slowly complied, still a bit confused, she took Kimmy's dress before performing a mock inspection of her friend's naked body. However, just at the moment where Lisa was sending Kimmy on her way inside with yet another of those playful slaps to the butt that she seemed to attract like a magnet lately, Kimmy took hold of Lisa's towel, dragging it behind herself as she headed inside, leaving a naked Lisa standing. Kimmy part 26 Early the next morning, Granny walked up into Kimmy's room. Early being relative – it certainly wasn't by Granny's standards, but Mom had not yet left for work, so Kimmy, a teenage girl on summer break, was still fast asleep. Due to the heat, she had not bothered to cover her naked body with a blanket, and was now cuddles around her pillow. Granny decided a light slap to the invitingly-positioned butt was the ideal way to wake Kimmy up. „Good morning, little one! Hop under the shower quickly, I got a new odd-job for you“ „M'kay“, Kimmy mumbled in reply and dragged herself to the shower. Granny started to explain what the job was about, but realised Kimmy couldn't hear her with the water running, so she waited until she no longer heard the shower: „Mrs Brown needs your help today, she's not as young as she used to be, but her attic is even older and in dire need of some serious cleaning and sorting. I expect it to be dirty, so much so that you want to wear something you don't need any more. I think this will do“, she said, pointing to Kat's old, holey shirt, which she had draped over Kimmy's bed. „I guess“, Kimmy said non-committally, still rubbing herself with her towel since she came back to her room as soon as Granny started talking to her. „Don't waste your time drying yourself, you can drip-dry in this weather, especially since you're sensibly not wearing excess layers of clothing that capture warm moisture“, Granny admonished before going on to explain the way to Mrs. Brown's house. Kimmy, at that very moment in the process of rubbing a towel over her more sensitive parts, felt a little caught by that. It was her own fault too, since she could have talked from the nearby bathroom while towelling herself without a problem. Once sufficiently dry, she slipped on the shirt. „Oh, good, it's long enough in front, I was a bit worried“, Granny judged after glancing down on the shirt Kimmy was now wearing as a work-dress. And in fact it was, but, as Kimmy could clearly feel, it fell somewhat short of covering her entire butt.  They both went to the kitchen, exchanging a quick „Good Morning“ with Mom, who was going the opposite way, having to get ready to work. After getting dressed in her office finery, Mom made a quick detour to the kitchen again for a quick goodbye. Seeing Kimmy bent over the fridge, she couldn't resist giving her one of those playful slaps to the butt. The shirt was partly in the way, but Mom simply raised the hem until Kimmy's butt was completely exposed. „Aww Mom! You don't *have* to do that every time you get half a chance, you know?“ „It's just too tempting. You should slap Ally's next time she's naked, and you'll see for yourself“, Mom replied, unknowingly giving almost the exact same answer Granny had given to the same complaint a few days earlier.  „I guess you're right, it's harmless enough“, Kimmy replied, this, too, a callback to that earlier conversation, only this time said out loud. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Kimmy arrived at Mrs. Browns house without trouble and straightened her hemline down after dismounting from her bike – she had found it easier and more comfortable to hike it up just enough that she wasn't sitting on it. Mrs. Brown was apparently expecting someone a little taller, since she had to adjust her gaze downwards slightly after opening the door. She didn't seem displeased by what she saw though. „Good, you chose to wear something that can get dirty“, she said after greetings were exchanged, „shows you got a head on your shoulders. It's going to be hot as hell up there too, so it's also good that you didn't wear anything too thick“ Kimmy was led into the attic, an old construction not equipped with fancy newfangled toys like active ventilation or air-conditioning. The strong sun and lack of wind on that day meant Kimmy and Mrs. Brown walked into a wall of heat that at the first moment actually felt solid. „Maybe I should have worn nothing“, Kimmy said without thinking. „Not such a good idea, it's very dirty and dusty up here, not very hygienic to be naked and sweating up here. So you'd better wear clothes in the heat, like us old folks“, Mrs. Brown replied. The next couple of hours were filled with standing heat, cleaning, moving boxes to and fro, and checking the contents of each to try and get some order into things. Early on, after Mrs. Brown had explained the goal of the operation, Kimmy had suggested colour-coding the boxes and containers so the order wouldn't be quickly lost again. Since most had handles of some sort, Kimmy used a bunch of rags of different colours she had found, reasoning they wouldn't fade or be overlooked that easily, like nearly all of the existing labels. Hours later, the attic was much cleaner, lots of items considered trash had been brought outside for later disposal, and Kimmy's shirt as well as the exposed parts of her skin were almost as dirty as the attic had been at the start. „This one has decorations, what colour did we use for that?“, Kimmy asked opening one of the last dozen boxes. „None yet, we could use... oh dear, seems we ran out of colours“, Mrs. Brown replied after checking the list they made and the supply of ribbons. „Let me have a look“, Kimmy countered, falling to the age-old fallacy that facts suddenly change if you check them yourself. Besides, she didn't want to be forced to re-organise the sorting system now that they were almost done. Finally, she turned the hem of her shirt inside-out, saw it was still clean enough inside, and tore at it. Thankfully, the old, thin fabric tore just the way she hoped. She tied it onto the box, colour-side out. „There, fixed“, she commented. „Fixed indeed“, Mrs. Brown smiled, „good thing you're still young enough to not care about coverage. Kimmy blushed a little, but mostly it felt good to have the shirt shortened and ventilation thus increased slightly. Besides, there were only a few more boxes to check now, the are around them already mostly cleaned. Of course, as it so happened, the next box had decorations in it, too – not surprising in retrospect, one box was hardly enough for a house that size, and there are different holidays in the year, too. Still, it would need to be marked, and with the list already amended for the colour of her shirt and Mrs. Brown never having been corrected on believing Kimmy young enough to not care, there was only one thing she could do. Tearing off the second strip of cloth already left Kimmy essentially bottomless, although the remaining length still might look covering from a distance. Still possible to ride home like this, in other words. She opened the next box and - oh right, large house, several holidays a year – it, too, was filled with decorations. Kimmy tore a third strip from her shirt, quite concerned at its rapid shortening, but not seriously considering to not tear of further stripes at this point. In what shouldn't be a surprise, all of the remaining boxes were filled with one kind or another of decorations, and more and more strips came off Kimmy's shirt, revealing her stomach, navel, moving further up until the shirt ended above her nipples, rendering it fully useless as any sort of actual garment, reducing it to something pointing out how naked the rest of her was. „Why don't you take a shower while I throw away the rest of your former dress?“, Mrs. Brown offered. Kimmy could only laugh and agree. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Kimmy took a long shower, the cool water very refreshing after the heat of the attic. Besides, she needed the cleaning. After towelling herself dry, she considered wrapping the towel around herself before going out, but decided against it – Mrs. Brown had already seen all of her, and she wouldn't be wearing the towel home anyway, either. In fact, what she would be wearing home was a problem yet to be solved. „Oh, hi“, was all Kimmy could think of saying as she entered the living room and found it filled with not only Mrs. Brown, but another, younger woman, as well as two girls and a boy in their teens. „Everyone, this is Kimmy, who helped my clean up my attic“, Mrs. Brown explained, unfazed, „and this is my youngest sister with her daughters, Abigail and Kathrina, and her son, Jonathan. They don't visit often, but spontaneously decided to do so today, pity they didn't plan it, or they could have helped in cleaning the attic“ Kimmy's teenager brain automatically translated this to „Mom had to drag her offspring to the overdue visit with the boring old aunt, and couldn't rely and their cooperation safely enough to pre-announce the date“. Which also meant they were from reasonably close by, else the trip would have been pre-planned and pre-announced no matter what. Outwardly though, Kimmy simply remained unmoving, having no clue how to react. „Must have been hot in the attic“, Abigail finally broke the upcoming silence, pointing at Kimmy's still naked body. „No need for that condescending tone, she is simply dressed right for the heat“, Mrs. Brown corrected her. „Well, I guess she can get away with it, being so young“, Abigail conceded. „Oh, I think she is actually your age“, the younger Mrs. Brown - as Kimmy mentally dubbed her with utter disregard for patrilinearity - threw in. „Nonsense, have you taken a look at her?“, her older sister contradicted. „I have, and if you take a look at...“, and with that, the two Mrs. Browns began to discuss Kimmy's body, pointing out various features, the shape of her hips and breasts, her curvature or lack thereof, her exact size and so on, soon moving closer to better point them out. The whole discussion only went on for a couple of minutes though until everything was pointed out – the sisters did not resort to repeating arguments but instead agreed to disagree. The Brown offspring watched the proceedings with amusement. „So, is it now OK for girls to go naked in the summer or not?“, Jonathan asked, probably mostly intending to tease one or all of the three girls in the room. „It absolutely is“, was the surprising reply he got, in unison, from the two Mrs. Browns. „Well I won't get naked anyway“, Abigail informed, only to get her turn in being surprised when her sister voiced the opposite intention and started to strip right there, apparently intending to get naked. However, her mother stopped her, resolving that the sisters were too close in age and that she wouldn't have the one naked when the other wasn't. And thus, Kimmy remained the only naked one..  And like that, they had tea. Well, coffee and cake, really. Afterwards, Abigail, Kathrina and Jonathan had become Abby, Katy and Jonny to Kimmy. When the time had come for general departure, Katy whispered to Kimmy: “Don't worry, I'll get her to be naked with me”. After spending the afternoon naked amongst the Browns, Kimmy's problem of what to wear while riding home was also solved: at the end of the afternoon, she couldn't think of a good reason to not simply ride home naked as she was.

Katie's CNC by Krazy_Organized_Chaos Katie's CNC Pt. 04 Katie and Blake comes to an end? I could feel the warm dry air as we entered the cabin. The storm was picking up outside and the rain was loud on the roof. The voices of Blake and his friend were fading in and out. I could hear them but was still unable to open my eyes or move my arms and legs. "Blake this is going to end badly, just like Florida." The friend said. Florida? I thought.... What happened in Florida? "Will you shut the fuck up?" Blake replied. I felt him lay me on the bed. I attempted to move my arms, willing my eyelids to open, but they wouldn't. I didn't know what they gave to me, but between that and the taser I couldn't move. "You saw and heard yourself, she wanted to continue." Blake stated, I felt the familiar shackles get closed around my ankles. "You saw the contract, she signed off on it, my lawyer looked it over and it is ironclad. She has the power to stop any time she wants, and she checked off and initialed each thing she wanted to participate in, she checked that mind altering drugs were ok." I did check that, I thought to myself. I assumed it was something like weed, I had no idea whatever it was would leave me incapacitated. "Besides," Blake said, "We don't touch her while she is like this, when she comes to, that is when we can, then she has the ability to say stop." I heard them walk out of the room and close the door. I continued to lay there unable to move, and everything faded again. At least Blake seemed to have some sort of moral compass and wouldn't touch me while I am like this, I hoped. I could feel a cold washcloth on my face as my eyes fluttered open. Blake was washing my face, and I was covered by a heavy blanket. "You tried to run Katie, I warned you about that." He chastised. "What the fuck did you do to me?" I yelled, "I didn't agree to become incapacitated." "You agreed to the drugs, I suppose we should have discussed that more." Blake replied. "Well, I am rescinding that here and now." I stated while turning my head away from him. "Blake, I have to leave today, I am due back at work tonight, unshackle me and let's go home." "You have been called in sick Katie Cat, I will cover your lost wages." Blake said flatly, "As I have stated before, you are mine to do with as I wish. And currently, you need to be taught a lesson for running and putting yourself in danger by going outside." "YOU had someone else stalk me, I saw the black Nissan," I replied back, "I made noise when I left to make it fun, and then I saw the Nissan, that's a deal breaker." "You know what you have to say to break the contract." Blake said smugly as he took the blanket off the bed. "I'm not saying that and giving you an out, I want to continue. I want you Blake," I said pleadingly, "I want the old Blake, side of the road spanks Blake." "Katie, you saw what you wanted, I have and always will be the same," Blake replied, "And I warned you." With his final word Blake. His friend came through the door with a bowl from the kitchen and set it on the dresser. Blake loosened the restraints on my legs and crossed the chains over. "You will sit up and eat, as you slept the entire day and its now evening, and then you will get on your hands and knees Katie Cat." Blake stated while pulling me up into a sitting position. I crossed my arms in front of me sitting and pouting. "What the fuck, is it really that late?" I asked. "Yes, now eat." Blake stated handing me a plate of food. "Why? Is this laced with something else?" I smirked while taking the plate and looking at it. "No Katie," Blake sighed, "It is not laced, you revoked consent on mind alterations, therefore that will no longer be used." I stared at the plate cautiously, and then back at Blake. I was too hungry to turn it down and began digging into the chicken and pasta. Blake really did know how to cook. As I finished the food, I felt reenergized and better than I had when I first woke up. "Since you've finished," Blake stated as he took the plate from me, "Now is time for punishments. You will go back to only speaking when spoken to. Do you understand?" "Yes SIR," I said smugly, and smirking as I stared at Blake. "You're really sure you want to get an attitude now after last night Katie Cat?" Blake stated staring back at me. I sat staring and just laughed at Blake, egging him on. "So be it," Blake stated, "You want to push buttons, I can do the same. Hands and knees, NOW." I flipped over and raised myself to my hands and knees. My muscles aching from the day before and for sleeping for so long. I lowered my head to my hands, waiving my ass in the air, hoping that Blake would get the hint and start spanking. "Oh Katie Cat," Blake laughed, "You think you have any say still. I haven't done a good enough job breaking you down. You will get spanks, but not as you desire." Blake's friend grabbed the bowl from the dresser, grabbed something from one of the drawers, and came over to the bed. They set the bowl down and it was filled with ice, and something metal that was shaped weird. Then they laid down a paddle, that was wooden, with raised metal bumps on it. "Do you know what this is Katie?" Blake stated, taking the metal item out of the bowl of ice. "No Sir." I replied grinning at the thought of spanks. "This Katie is a butt plug." Blake replied and my grin dropped. "It is a smaller one as we have not used these yet, but due to your attitude, you need to chill out, hopefully this will do the trick." Blake smirked as he took a tube of lube from the bowl as well and squirted some on my ass as well as the plug. My ass puckered at the sensation, and before I had time to adjust, Blake had the plug at my opening. He pulled my hair so that my head was facing up and pushed the plug into my tight ass. Once in, I shuddered at the cold feeling, and it felt like my goosebumps had goosebumps. Blake ran his cold hand down my back and under me pulling at my nipples. My breasts were still bruised from the day before and stung as he pulled them. My body began to respond to him, wanting him to touch me more. "I do believe Katie Cat is enjoying this feeling." Blake stated. As the last word fell out of Blake's mouth, his friend brought a swift strike to my ass with the paddle. The sensation sending a jolt through my body, between Blake's fingers on my nipple, and the paddle jostling the plug in my ass. They continued this for 25 spanks. And I could feel my ass was on fire by 25. I began to moan after each spank and could feel my pussy dripping down my thigh. Blake's fingers never left my nipples, pulling and tugging at them, when all I wanted was his hands to move lower to my clit. "Please Sir, fuck my or touch me." I pleaded looking at Blake. "I don't believe you were spoken to Katie Cat." Blake laughed as he pulled his hands away. "For saying that, 25 more spanks, and don't hold back." He said motioning to his friend. By the end of another 25 hits of the paddle, my ass was raw and had several cuts on it from the raised areas of the paddle. Blake came over and again rubbed some cream on my ass, which cooled it off some and felt good. Afterwards Blake reached down and unshackled my feet. I turned and went to sit on my ass, it already felt as if it was bruising. "Windows are locked now Katie Cat," Blake stated, "So no more running. But I didn't say you could sit. Turn sideways on the bed and remain on your hands and knees." I turned as instructed but wanting to just sit and rest. If Blake wasn't going to touch or fuck me, then what the hell did he want? I thought to myself. I looked up to see the friend dropping his pants in front of my face and could hear Blake unzipping his own pants. Fuck. "You will suck off my friend Katie." Blake stated, as he walked behind me, and pulled my hair so that I was facing his friend's erect cock. "And I will be behind you, fucking you and pushing you onto his cock." Blake kept a firm grip on my hair, and I moaned as he slammed into me. I was so worked up from the spanking and nipple stimulation that I could feel I was already close to orgasm. "Open your mouth Katie Cat," Blake said as he pushed his cock into me and stayed still, I could feel it pulsing. "Be a good whore that you are for me." I opened my mouth and took the friends cock halfway into my mouth. I began to pull away as Blake, cock still buried inside me, pushed his hips into my ass and pushed my mouth onto the friend's cock, pushing it deep in my throat. I gagged as it hit the back of my throat, and attempted to pull away, but couldn't move. I was pinned between Blake and his friend, all my holes filled with cock and the butt plug. We stayed in the same position for what seemed like several minutes, unmoving. I attempted to move my hips against Blake, grinding into him, to at least get some relief from my body wanting to orgasm. I went to work on the friends' cock with my tongue, sucking and swallowing his cock into my throat, making me gag. As I began getting more into the blow job, Blake began moving his cock in and out of me again, easing his grip on my hair. Within minutes I was close to orgasm and my body began to tense up. I could feel that both Blake and his friend was close as well. Blake's friend began to cum in hot spurts in my mouth, so much that it dripped down my chin even though I swallowed a lot of it. As he withdrew his now soft cock from my mouth, Blake began pounding my pussy harder, and I could feel the bruising on my ass with each thrust. Just as my body tensed as I was close to cumming, Blake pulled out the butt plug, and began fucking my ass as he reached around and stroked my clit. I gasped, and within seconds I was cumming hard and I could feel his cock cumming in my ass. I collapsed on the bed, Blake on top of me, half soft cock still in my ass. I was trying to catch my breath, when Blake pulled off of me, and I gasped again at the feeling. Blake bent over and kissed me on the back of the head simply stating "Good girl" before they both left the room. I laid there, still in shock at what just happened. My body still coming down from all of the sensations, and the fact that Blake just fucked my ass, and I was with two people at once. I got up and went to the bathroom to clean myself up. I was bruised all over, my boobs, my ass, my wrists and ankles, and my cheek was also a light purple, likely from falling in the rain. I enjoyed bruising, but this was a bit much. I peed, got cleaned up, and went back to the room. I curled up on the bed and my emotions came over me. I could hear Blake and his friend downstairs talking and laughing like what they just did was nothing. I began to cry and thinking that maybe I had Blake pegged all wrong. I thought he cared about me the first couple of times we met up, but maybe he didn't, and this was just a transaction to him. As I pulled the blanket over me, I could feel it slide over my bruised ass and I began to cry more at the sensation. I wanted nothing more than for Blake to come and cuddle me, tell me it was ok, but he had never really done that, I thought to myself as I fell asleep. I was awoken by Blake, tying my wrists together intricately with some rope. I attempted to pull my wrists away, still wanting to sleep. It felt like I had only been sleeping for a couple hours. In all reality, I had lost track of time, and the gloomy clouds outside didn't help in telling what time of day it was. "Don't struggle Katie Cat," Blake stated, "On second thought, do struggle, more fun for me." Blake laughed as he stated the last line. I looked up and the rope was connected to a hook on the ceiling. Blake pulled on the rope, and it pulled my wrists above my head, forcing me to sit up on the bed. Blake's friend came over and laid on the bed beside me. "Blake, I don't want to do anything else with him." I said pleadingly, "Let me go please, I have work, and I need some rest." "You know how to stop this, Katie Cat." Blake said with a flat tone. "You safeword, and it stops." "But I want you still." I stated. "You will want what I say you want," Blake replied, "and right now, you want to straddle my friend. Don't worry, he won't fuck you.... Yet." I lifted my leg over and straddled the friend's hips. His soft cock was resting between his legs, but I could feel it slightly twitch when I sat my ass on it. My hands were stretched about my head, and I had just enough room to sit on him comfortably, but if I lifted myself up my legs ached and were tired, and if I lowered myself my arms pulled hard against the rope. Blake handed his friend a wand vibrator. And then Blake went and sat in a chair at the head of the bed. Blake's friend turned on the vibrator and set it on his stomach close to my thighs. He reached up and began caressing my sore and bruised boobs. It hurt but felt good to have the touch at the same time. "Are you enjoying his touch Katie Cat?" Blake asked, "Tsk Tsk, remember you cum for no one but me. You won't like me if you do." What the fuck did that mean? I thought in my head as I stifled back a moan, wishing the vibrator would move closer to my clit. I rocked my hips slightly trying to get closer to the vibrator, as Blake's friend began twisting and rubbing my nipples. "Oh, you want this do you?" Blake's friend gave a creepy grin while looking down at the vibrator, "You should have said something, though you aren't going to like this." As he finished his sentence, he placed the vibrator directly under my pussy, where it was hitting my clit just right. I began to see why exactly my wrists were tied above my head. No matter how I moved, something on my body ached, and if I lowered myself too far onto the vibrator, I could feel myself close to orgasm. "Please Sir," I stated while looking at Blake, "Can I cum, please?" I pleaded. "You will not cum until I touch you, Katie Cat." Blake replied, grinning like a kid in a candy shop. It wasn't long until I felt like I could no longer hold back. My pussy was so wet, it was dripping down myself and onto Blake's friends' cock, which was now rock-hard poking my ass. I couldn't raise my legs too much off the vibrator, or I knew that his cock would spring up and I would have to sit on it, burying it in my pussy. Both Blake and his friend were grinning from ear to ear looking at me. I could no longer hold back, and I lowered myself onto the vibrator and began to orgasm over and over. "Pl...lease." I begged between ragged breaths, "Pleaseee. Take. It. Away." "Oh no Katie Cat," Blake smirked, "You chose to cum without my touch, it will stay there." I continued to orgasm over and over, grinding onto the hips of Blake's friend. I looked Blake dead in the eyes, lifted myself up, and sunk my pussy down onto his friend's hard cock. Between the vibrator and his cock, I could feel myself on the brink of squirting again and continued to stare Blake down as I rode his friend, and orgasmed once more, flooding the bed. Blake walked over to the bed, slapping me in the face. "That wasn't very nice of you Katie, you forget who you belong to." Blake stated. Blake walked behind me, as I sunk back down on his friends' cock, grinning that I was pushing at least some of Blake's buttons. I heard Blake drop his pants, and all I could think was how he planned on fucking me with his friend there. I began to try to pull myself off, when I felt Blake's hands on my shoulders, pushing me back down onto his friend. "Oh no Katie Cat, you wanted to ride him?" Blake stated rhetorically, "Then you fucking ride him while I ride you." Blake handed his friend a pair of what looked like chip bag clips attached to a chain. He reached up and clipped one to each of my nipples, the cold chain falling to my belly. The sensation stung as my nipples were already overly sensitive, and I wanted to take them off, but had no way to. I felt Blake come up behind me, and the familiar squirt of lube on my ass. Oh fuck, I thought to myself, that's what he means by ride me. "Blake, I don't want you both in me at once like that." I said, trying to pull at the rope but it was tight, and I had nowhere to go. "You have no choice Katie Cat, safeword or we proceed." Blake stated, "Now, lean forward some so I can get a good angle." I sat still, wishing I had use of my arms and hands. Refusing to move. Blake's friend grabbed the chain, yanking it so that it pulled on my nipples until I moved my chest forward. The clamps bit into my nipples hard the more he pulled on them. As I slid forward slightly, I could feel Blake's hard cock on my ass and pushing into it. "Blake please," I pleaded, even though part of me wanted to see how it would feel, "No, this is not something I wanted to agree to. Just stop." "Safeword Katie Cat." Blake stated as he began to get into a rhythm of fucking my ass. As Blake picked up speed, his friend also began to move his hips below me, both of their cocks moving in unison in and out of me. The vibrator was tossed to the floor, and Blake's friend kept his grip on the nipple clamp chain. With is other hand he reached out next to him and pulled out the large kitchen knife. I began to breathe quicker, panicking at the thought of what he was going to do with it. Blake held my hair out and with one slice, took off a good 3 inches from one side. He trailed the knife down my face, resting it on one of my boobs just above the nipple. Just as Blake thrust into my ass once more, it pushed me forward onto the knife just enough to make a cut, but it wasn't deep. Blake's friend laughed at my panicking and licked my blood from the knife before stabbing it into the bed next to my leg. As they began to pick up speed I began to panic more, unable to breathe, thinking of how my hands were tied up and I was unable to move in any direction or even get away. Blake's friend began to pull on the chain, so my nipples and tits were pulled straight out from my body, I couldn't move, pulled between my arms above my head and my nipples feeling like they were being pulled from my body. I began to cry at the sensation, it was no longer feeling good, and I was regretting my decision to fuck Blake's friend in front of him, pushing my luck with his response. Blake and his friend began laughing at my reaction, their cocks still moving in and out of me, picking up the pace. I could feel they were getting close to orgasm, but I couldn't hold out. Between deep breaths, trying to calm my panic, all I could get out was "Monkey". "Fuck." Blake stated as he pulled out of my ass. I grimaced as he did so, my ass throbbing, and tears beginning to stream down my face as I continued to hyperventilate. Blake's friend dropped the nipple clamp chain, removed the nipple clamps, and pulled out of my pussy himself before scooting out from underneath me. I was still unable to move, my arms still strung up above my head. At least they stopped, I thought to myself. "I told you this was a bad idea, Blake." His friend stated in an angry tone as he dressed himself. "Quit being an asshole and help me get her down." Blake replied, glaring at his friend. They cut the rope that was stringing me up, and I collapsed on the bed, unable to hold myself up. I continued to cry, unable to catch my breath. They slowly unwrapped the rope from my wrists and began putting their items in their bag. Blake came over and sat on the bed next to me, holding a bottle of Gatorade. "Shhh Katie Cat," Blake said in a low voice while kissing my forehead, "Come lay close to me and drink this, hydration will help." I did as I was told and drank the entire bottle, I was definitely thirsty. I curled up on Blake's lap nuzzling his neck as he put his arms around me. He felt like my Blake again, the one in the parking lot and dinner. The one sending me cute notes and food at work. "Just rest Katie," Blake, "Everything will be ok when you wake up." I began to drift to sleep but fighting it because I didn't want to know what Blake would do to me next. Between my exhaustion and the warmth from Blake's chest, within minutes I was unable to keep my eyes open and fell asleep with his arms around me. I squinted at the light shining through my window, my head pounded as it got used to the bright light and I pulled the flannel sheet over my head. The sun was bright and all the clouds from the previous days were gone. I suddenly realized that the cabin was quiet. Eerily quiet. "Blake?!?" I called out while sitting up in bed. My head spinning as I sat up. How long was I sleeping? I wondered... I put my legs over the side of the bed. I was wearing a tank top and pajama shorts; I couldn't remember putting them on. The last thing I remembered was my head on Blake's chest. I looked around the room, getting my bearings. My head still pounded, and every muscle in my body ached. My wrists were still sore and raw from the restraints and rope, and were already a purplish-blue color, they would likely be more bruised over the next day. I looked around and everything was gone. The bed was moved back by the window, Blake's bags were gone. There was no sign of him or the friend. I stood up and tore the sheet off the bed. The cut in the mattress was there from the knife. I walked over to the door cautiously and listened. There was no sound coming from downstairs and I slowly opened my door and made my way down the stairs. Everything appeared to be in its place. And no sign of Blake or his friend. My cell phone sitting on the table began to buzz and I picked it up. 30 missed calls and over a hundred texts, what the fuck. Most were from my roommate or work, asking where I was and why I was a no call no show.... Fuck.... Blake said he called me off. I tried to call my roommate but anytime the call connected, it immediately dropped. Crappy middle of nowhere service, ugh. I grabbed my keys and shoes and went towards the door. I paused at the door, where the lock had been the day before. Running my fingers over the smooth door trim. There was no trace of a lock ever being there. My heart started racing not knowing what was going on exactly. I stopped on the porch remembering my flat tires. As I walked over to my car, I walked around and all four tires were fine, inflated, and perfectly drivable. I chose to ignore it and got in my car and began driving home. When I finally had good service, I pulled over at the gas station, and began texting Blake.... Katie: Blake where the fuck are you? Katie: Why did you leave? Katie: What is going on? Fucking answer me!!! I got out and got some gas, waiting several minutes for a reply. But nothing. "Umm, are you ok Miss?" The lady at the pump next to me asked. "Yes, no, I don't know." I got out as I burst into tears. "Do you need the police? Did something happen to you?" She quizzed me more. "No, nothing, I'm fine, I just need to get home." I sputtered out before jumping in my car and driving again before she had a chance to call the police. I began calling Blake's cell. It just kept going to voicemail. He probably turned off his phone and went to work, I told myself... yeah that's it. I continued to drive and called my roommate next. "Katie??? What that fuck? Where are you?" Jess yelled in my ear. "I'm on my way home Jess. I was with Blake. He disappeared; I don't know where he went. I told him to stop, and he stopped but he won't answer my call." I replied sobbing into the phone. "What? Who is Blake? Is that the guy you went out with like once? Told him to stop what? Katie we were 2 hours away from making a missing person's report." Jess continued to yell, "We didn't know where your parent's cabin was, work said you didn't show for a second day in a row, we have all been worried as fuck!" "I was so stupid Jess, I thought he liked me." I began to cry harder, as I pulled over the car. "Katie where are you?" Jess said in a calmer tone. "Driving, on my way back, I'm about 30 minutes away still, I pulled over." I said sniffling. "Ok here is what you are going to do, put your phone up, and just get home safe. Talking like this is going to do no good and you need to concentrate on driving." Jess replied. "Ok, I will see you soon." I said as I hung up, still crying. I drove over the speed limit most of the way home. Just wanting to get there, and see Jess, and sleep in my own bed. I kept going over the previous few days in my head. Blake made the cabin to look like he was never there, but he was. He said he called me off work, but he didn't. And now he isn't answering my calls or texts. I remembered the emails we had back and forth and would have to try to email him when I got home. I pulled onto my road and found a place to park. As I saw several neighbors walking down the sidewalk, I suddenly became very aware of how I looked. Pajamas with no undies, my hair hadn't been brushed in days, and I had very clear bruises on several parts of my body. I looked around my car and found a hoodie, throwing it on despite it being almost 80 degrees outside. I pulled the hood over my head and made my way to the front of my building, hoping no one would notice or stop me, and that I could just make it to my apartment in peace. I had just hit my floor button in the elevator when my neighbors across the hall walked into the lobby. I quickly hit the "doors close" button, I hated doing it, but I couldn't do the small talk or questions. I walked into my apartment and threw my keys on the table as normal. Jess jumped up from the couch and ran over to me, embracing me in a big hug, squeezing me tight. I winced and moaned at her hug, every bruise on me hurting from the embrace. "What? Why did you do that?" Jess stated as she pulled away, "Are you hurt? Is that why you've been MIA?" "I.... I don't even know where to start..." I broke down in sobs again. Jess directed me over to the couch and I sat next to her, again wincing as I sat. My bruises painfully beginning to make themselves known. I slowly began to pull the hoodie over my head and threw it on the couch. Sitting there still sobbing. "Oh my fucking god Katie," Jess gasped at seeing me, while taking my hand and examining my wrist, "Who did this to you? Were you kidnapped? You need to go to the hospital!" "It... it was..." I struggled to find the words to even explain. "Who Katie?" Jess asked again, "Come on let's go to the hospital." "No!" I yelled, tears streaming down my face again. All I could think in my head was if I did that, Blake would definitely not talk to me again. "Katie, you need to get checked out, you are SO bruised up!" Jess stated firmly, then her voice getting softer "Uh Katie... were you raped? If so, you need checked out, the sooner the better." "No Jess... this was... it was all my idea." I said softly, "I reached out to him. I signed the contract. I told him I would." "Katie, what are you talking about?" Jess stared at me like I was crazy, "What contract? I don't understand. You asked this guy to beat you?" "Umm... no... not exactly..." I replied, "Hold on, I can show you." I went to my room to grab my laptop. Weird... it was on my bed, but I know I left it on my desk when I left. But after the last week who knows where I left it. I sat back on the couch and booted it up. I pulled up my email and began scrolling. "Fuck..." I yelled. "What?" Jess asked, "What's wrong?" "It's not here..." I began crying again, and hyperventilating, unable to catch my breath, "The email.... Not here... it was here, his emails.... None of them... the contract...." "What are you talking about Katie?" Jess said again being pushy, "Take a deep breath and try to calm down." I continued to hyperventilate unable to catch my breath. I began to take deeper breaths in an attempt to talk to her again... "My emails," I said, "Each one from him... they're all gone." "Katie's that's it, this is weird," Jess replied, "Come on, we are going to the hospital, getting you checked out and calling the police." I sat there motionless, staring at my computer screen. I began rapidly clicking all my folders. My inbox, saved folder, sent folder... even my autocomplete in the email address bar... all wiped clean of any trace of Blake. I clicked over to my downloads and where I had saved the contract on my computer, and those too were gone. Jess kept talking, though I couldn't make out what she was saying. I just stared at the screen, not comprehending what was going on. Last thing I remembered was Jess running over to me before everything went black. "Do you know what happened to her?" I heard a man say in between random high-pitched beeps. What the fuck was that sound? That's annoying. "I don't know," Jess replied to him, "She went missing for almost 2 days, your asshole friend at the station said we couldn't make a report yet, and then she showed up today looking like that, going on about some contract and a guy she went out with one time." "Any details on this guy? Name, address, phone number?" The man asked. Fuck, shut up Jess, was all I could think to myself. I pushed to open my eyes against the bright lights. Double fuck, she took me to the hospital. "No, nothing..." Jess replied, standing in the doorway, talking to the police officer, "Katie! About fucking time. Doctor!" A woman, maybe in her 40's, walked into the room and began examining me. "Katie, do you know where you are?" The doctor asked. "Umm, yes, the hospital I think." I replied, "Is all this really necessary? I am fine, really. Just shook up." "Katie, do you know what happened to you? All this bruising on your body?" The doctor questioned while checking over my vitals and bandages on my wrists. "Yes, it's nothing, I'm fine." I stated firmly, "Jess is just overreacting, I was upset and it's ok." "The fuck I am!" Jess yelled, "Katie you were missing and fucking look at you!" "No need for yelling," the doctor stated, staring intently at Jess, "Katie we need to know who did this to you, these are some pretty bad bruises. When you came in you were unconscious, and you had Xanax and trace amounts of Morphine in your blood work, have you been taking anything?" "What? No, I don't take any meds," I replied, "I'm fine, it was all consensual, I signed up for it. Please just stop." "Katie, you said he isn't answering you now, and your emails are gone," Jess stated looking at me pleadingly, "Please tell them, this isn't ok." "Look, it was a contract, I signed it, for some bdsm play," I replied beginning to cry, "Blake cares about me, or he wouldn't have .... stopped." "Well Katie, the police are involved now, so we need your cooperation," The officer stated bringing his notebook back out, "Give us the name, phone number, and info on this Blake, if it checks out and you are not pursuing charges, then that is fine. But considering you were potentially drugged and assaulted, we need to at least verify your story." "Charges?!? Jess seriously what the fuck, he will never call me back now," I began crying harder, while checking my phone, and still no contact from Blake. I open my texts and notice the error message next to each one I had sent, "Failed to send". "Just to verify Katie, the charges' part may be up to you, pending your story and this 'contract' checks out," the officer stated in a lower voice this time. "Fine. His name is Blake Skinowitz, he works at the Harvey Corporation as OSHA inspector, and this is his number and email," I stated as I showed the officer the screen. "And you haven't heard from this Blake since you left the cabin?" The officer asked. "No, I safeworded," I replied, it suddenly hitting me, and I lowered my voice, "I safeworded and he said he would leave if I did...." Fuck, I thought he was kidding. The contract did state all play would end should I utilize a safe word, but I thought that meant just at the time. I didn't think he was serious or that it was all together. What if I never saw him again? I curled up in a ball in the bed, pulling the blanket around me. "I am going to go run this info, and contact this company, my sister-in-law works in HR, so it shouldn't take long to track him down." The office stated as he left the room. "Well Katie, your injuries are mostly just surface bruises and abrasions, and you are dehydrated some." The doctor stated, though I was barely listening, thinking over the contract in my head, "You can go home this afternoon after some fluids, but you will be hurting for a good week or so from the bruising and may feel groggy from those medications." I continued to lay there, saying nothing. Still processing whether Blake was really gone or not... There's no way he didn't care for me, after all we did, the dinner, the emails and food he sent. He had to care about me. "I already took off so I can take care of her for a couple days." Jess replied to the doctor. The doctor left the room and Jess went over and sat in the chair next to my bed. We sat in silence for what felt like forever. My body aching from all the bruises and days of being physical. I just wanted to go to sleep again but my mind wouldn't let me. A nurse came in once to change out my fluids bag and asked something. I just ignored her and shook my head no to whatever it was. "Katie, you know I love you, and I may not understand everything you are saying," Jess finally said, breaking the silence, "But I am here for you if you want to talk about it." "There's nothing to say right now Jess," I replied softly, "I'm just processing." "Well, when you do want to talk," Jess replied, "I am here, and we will binge on ice cream and pizza in that order. But I won't push you on it if you don't want to talk about it yet." We continued to sit in silence for some time longer, when I could see the officer stop at the nurse's station. He began talking to the nurse and doctor, while they all looked in the direction of my room. Something told me that he didn't have good news. They all made their way to my room, and I sat up in the bed. "So?" I questioned, "Did Blake verify everything, and can everyone drop this?" "Katie..." The officer's voice trailed off, "I don't know exactly how to say this, but there is no trace of a Blake Skinowitz." "No, you did something wrong." I stated and pulled out my phone, "See I will call him, and he will answer, you'll see." The officer looked at the doctor and Jess, shrugging. I hit Blake's number and put it on speaker. It rang once and then... "The number you have dialed is no longer in service, if you feel you have reached this message in error, please hang up and try your call again." came from the speaker. "No no no no, this is his number, I know it is." I said trying the number a second and third time only to get the same message. "Katie, Blake doesn't exist, at least this person you thought was Blake." The officer stated, "My sister-in-law said no one by that name works at Harvey, and their OSHA rep in the company is a woman in her 50's. The number you gave is a burner number as well, and untraceable." "What... what does this mean?" I replied, staring at my phone. "Well, this man deceived you Katie, he gave you false information. I need you to give me his description, any other info you think you know about him so we can try to track him down. Now this is considered an assault case." The office replied. "He was taller, maybe 6-foot, short sandy blond hair, medium build like not super muscular but not a lot of fat on him. Oh!" I yelled, "I have a picture! And his profile from Fetlife where we met." I pulled out my phone, scrolling my texts. His texts were gone, not even in my trash. I pulled up my pictures, and the same, no trace of the picture I saved of him. What the fuck? How did he get through my phone as well? I questioned in my head. I pulled up my Fetlife profile going through my messages and my heart sank. "Do you have more to show Katie?" The officer asked. "Well, no..." I began crying again, "I had pictures, and our messages are all gone, and I don't understand, it was all here!" "It's ok Katie, we will start with this, and if you think of anything else over the next few days, here is my card, please call and let me know." The officer stated. I took the card in my hand and just sat there staring at my phone and the missing messages. Even in the group Blake posted in, the profile he had.... All gone. The officer motioned for Jess and the doctor to go outside. They closed the door most of the way but failed to ensure it latched, so it cracked open a bit. "Jess, does she have any history of mental illness?" The officer asked. "What? No!" Jess replied, "We've been roommates for a few years and friends for a few years before that, Katie has always been a fun and happy person." "Any family history maybe?" The officer asked. "No, her parents are great." Jess replied. "Well either this guy is great at disappearing," the officer said, "Or she has made up some kind of story in her head to cover/protect herself from what really happened to her, we see if frequently in assault and rape cases. If she tells you anything else, please give us a call. Doctor, please try to do a rape kit if she is willing to." Jess walked back in room and sat down, not saying anything. I wasn't sure if she still believed me about Blake. A good 10 minutes later the doctor came in with a nurse and a social worker. "Katie, you are ready to be released but I do need to ask if you would like us to perform a rape kit? Given that there is no record of who you thought you were with." The doctor asked. "No, I know who it was, it wasn't rape. Can I just go home?" I questioned. "That is fine, Susan here is a social worker with the hospital. She will go over your discharge information, and give you info on support groups for women who have been assaulted and potentially raped..." the doctor stated. "I WAS NOT RAPED! I wanted him to!" I yelled back at them, cutting the doctor off. "Ok ok, we understand. But should you change your mind, the info is here." Susan stated handing me a packet of paperwork. "Just leave, I'm getting dressed and going home." I replied. Jess drove the car in silence the entire ride home. I began texting my boss explaining the situation and hoping I still had a job. She said I could take a week off to feel better, but nothing except hearing from Blake would make me feel better. I told her I could work the following afternoon instead. Might as well get back into things. I began thinking of Nikki's bubbly personality and remembered she had seen Blake when he dropped things off! She could at least also give a description and verify that Blake exists. When we arrived back at the apartment, Jess made me eat despite my stomach being completely in knots. I then crawled into bed and scrolled through my phone again. All the pictures, texts, even calls were gone. Even my trash cans were all empty in my phone. I fell asleep at some point, only to have nothing but nightmares about the whole thing. The next day I woke up and showered. It wasn't until I was in front of our full-length bathroom mirror that I could really take in all the bruising that I had. No wonder Jess freaked out, I thought to myself. Most of my body from my tits to my ankles was bruised in some way or another, from light greenish to still dark purple bruising. I had several hand and finger bruises on my arms and legs that I hadn't noticed, they had to have grabbed me at some point that I don't remember. I grabbed some long jeans, a t-shirt, and a long cardigan. It was going to be hot as fuck, but at least I can cover most of it, so I don't get questions. I grabbed my stuff and headed to leave. I still had a few hours before work but wanted to do some driving and thinking. I pulled into work with a good plan in my head. Get Nikki to confirm what she saw, and to also corroborate my info on Blake. I walked in and began getting caught up on the notes log from the past few days when my boss walked in. "Katie, you know you really can take more time off." Danielle stated, looking concerned. "I'm really fine, I need to work. I'm sorry I went MIA, it's a long story." I replied, "But right now I just want to get stocking and get on with my shift. When will Nikki be getting here? She's usually early." "Nikki won't be in tonight," Danielle replied, "It will be me and you kiddo." "What?!" I yelled, "Why isn't she coming in? I need to call her." "Umm, Nikki quit yesterday," Danielle stated, "She just texted, said she was moving, that she quit, no notice. Weird right?" She asked, though I know she didn't want a response. "I really need to talk to her Danielle; can I have a few minutes to call her?" I asked. "It's no use, she said she was getting a new number," Danielle replied, "And she was right, I tried calling her today to reconsider, her number is disconnected." I went through the remainder of the shift in a trance, just trying to get the time to move quicker. I knew Blake was real, but I had no proof, and nothing to find him with. I left at the end of the night and as I climbed into my car, I noticed an envelope on my windshield. Fuck, I thought, just what I needed a fucking ticket for something. I got out and grabbed the envelope, about to crumple it up and toss it in the passenger seat when the writing on the front caught my eye. The front simply said: "Katie Cat" Enclosed was $500 cash and a note that stated: "You did well, good girl. Hopefully this is enough to cover your missing work. You are no longer mine." I glanced around the parking lot several times, but it was already empty aside from my boss a few rows over. Blake had been here and was still watching me. I couldn't decide if I was happy about that or not and could feel a panic attack coming on. I pulled out of the parking lot, hoping that was the last time I heard from him ever again. But part of me hoped he would reach out again.

Kates Night Out byAllstar7© A small breeze blew by Kate, she rubbed her bare arms with her hands. It wasn't cold out, in fact, it was the middle of summer, but the breeze was a reminder of her current situation. Here she was in the middle of the night, walking through an empty park. This wasn't a regular activity for Kate, no this was the first time she was doing something like this. Right now she was preparing to do one of the scariest and most exciting things in her life. She was planning on streaking through the park. As she rubbed her bare arms she could feel the tiny tingles all over her arm, she knew it wasn't because she was cold, but she was excited. This was the most daring thing she was ever going to do, sure she had walked around her home naked, even ventured out in her backyard in the buff, and most recently conducted a video interview with her co-workers unable to see that she wasn't wearing any bottoms, but this would top all of it. Kate had been planning this night for a while, it's all she could do locked up in her house because of the pandemic. Thinking about which park was far enough away from her home, what day would be best, and making sure it wouldn't rain while she was out. Everything led up to today, she left her home in as little clothing as needed, sandals, t-shirt, shorts, and panties. "I guess this is far enough," Kate whispered to herself as she looked around. She had walked twenty minutes away from her car and was now standing beside a wall of trees, with a playground on the opposite side of her. She walked past the tree line and further into the forest, it may be deserted but she still felt uncomfortable taking off her clothes without any source of cover. Once she was far enough in she looked around one last time to make sure she was alone. "I guess this is it," Kate muttered, she could feel her heart about to leap out of her chest, that's how fast it was going. She stepped out of her sandals, then reached inside of the waistband of her shorts and panties, she gave one last look around before yanking both of them down. She could feel her face heat up as she was now standing bottomless in the middle of a park! Her pussy and ass completely exposed for anyone to see. She fiddled with the hem of her shirt, she unconsciously pulled it down to cover her pussy. She knew being bottomless in public was a fantasy of hers, but she didn't expect to be this turned on so soon! She glanced down and could see her nipples poking through her shirt. She bit her lip and began to think what if someone stumbled upon her right now, they would see she wasn't wearing anything below, but more embarrassing they'd easily realize she was getting off on this. Deciding she'd wasted enough time she slowly pulled her shirt up and over her head. Kate did it, she was now standing completely naked in the middle of a public park. She glanced down at her body, after so many nights where she dreamt of being naked in public, she almost didn't believe it. She was about to toss her shirt in the pile with the rest of her clothing when her finger brushed on something wet. Kate frowned, she double-checked the weather forecast three times, it shouldn't be raining. Kate looked down wondering why her shirt was wet, and immediately blushed. On the lower half of her bright red shirt was a giant wet stain, right where she was earlier pulling it down to hide her pussy. She used her right hand to brush along her clit, she had to bite her lip to hold back her moan, yup she was definitely wet down there and very, very aroused. "Can't believe I'm leaking like a facet!" Kate said dropping the shirt on the ground as if it was on fire, the evidence of her arousal, not something she wanted to keep looking at. She decided it would be best to leave her clothes here, they were far enough away so no one would find them, and she didn't want to be carrying them around. Kate crouched down as she peered through the trees and shrubs, the park was still deserted. She slowly took one step and made her way towards the open part of the park. Once she was settled behind a tree she gave one last look, no one was there. Taking a deep breath she poked one leg out, and then followed with the rest of her body. "Fuck, fuck, fuck." She whispered as she stepped out of the tree line, her arm and hand covering her small breasts, and the other hand covering her pussy. Kate could feel herself taking heavier and heavier breaths, she was actually doing. She was standing in an area that on an ordinary day would be crowded with kids and parents, completely naked, with nothing on her. She took a few more steps until she was right in the middle of the open field. If anyone were to stumble upon her now they would definitely see her before she could run and hide. Kate slowly dropped her arms to her side. It felt freeing just standing there, completely exposed, with nothing on you. This was her fantasy right here, to be naked in public with no cover, no phone, no ID, nothing. "Have to thank Nicole when I get back home." It was thanks to her friend that pushed her to do this that she finally mustered up the courage to plan this out. Though part of the reason Kate was hesitant to go out and streak was in part of her body. Don't get her wrong she was damn proud of it, but there was always a little insecurity. For instance her small boobs, she liked her boobs just fine, but when most women in her family had c cups and as she looked saw that she was nowhere close to that size, you couldn't help but feel a little insecure. Then there was the fact that she hadn't shaved her small bush. Kate actually liked the look but the problem was the carpet didn't match the drapes. If anyone were to stumble on Kate naked they would see her blonde hair and then her dark-haired bush. It's like wearing mismatching underwear, it's still fine and looks sexy, but it's definitely noticeable and doesn't look as good as matching. Well at least her nice ass something to brag about, definitely turned heads. But Kate wasn't doing this to impress someone, she was doing this for her own pleasurable desires. She started walking further down the field, it took every bit of self-control to not cover herself as she walked. Every sound her footsteps made felt three times louder than it actually was, and more embarrassing was that her juices were rolling down her legs, making so that every time her thighs rubbed against one another she could hear how wet she was. Each step made was a reminder of how horny she was. In fact, she was finding it difficult to walk now that she was thinking about it. Each step reminding her of a wanting need. "Not here." Kate panted trying to control herself, she planned to streak through the park, not masturbate in the middle of it! But she'd underestimate how turned on she'd be this quick. Deciding that walking wasn't helping she started to run. She didn't have a path in mind she just ran! "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," Kate muttered as she ran through the park, not bothering to even cover herself. At first, it felt strange, just running and having her boobs just bounce everywhere, she wanted to cover, but she stopped herself. Then partway through she just started to laugh, how ridiculous did she look right now? Running bare ass naked in the middle of the night and not caring? It felt freeing, the feel of her bare feet against the soft grass, her body giggling every time she moved, the wind going through her blonde locks, she'd never felt anything like this. Halfway through Kate didn't even care she was naked, because this felt incredible. The best part was it felt like her body was having tiny orgasms, her pussy was constantly tingling at the sensation. She must've run in a circle because she started to recognize the playground she was running towards. She slowed down in front of a bench breath to catch her breath. "Fuck, I just streaked through the park!" Kate said to herself. She smiled to herself that she actually had the courage to do it, boy was Nicole going to be jealous of her. Now that she wasn't as nervous about being seen she wanted to enjoy this a little longer. Her hands began wandering about; at first, suspended above her as she enjoyed the sensation of the wind blowing about her arms as it caressed and tingled her. She felt sexy and more comfortable in her own skin than she ever had. Due to her utter timidity, she had never taken the time to discover and enjoy the pleasurable sensations that her naked skin could provide. The wind and her own slow-motion provided a sweet gratification that had been unknown to her up that point. As she waved her arms about, she could feel her skin moving and swaying freely as well as the gentle roll of her small breasts. Every inch of her being was alive and alert. The world around her had dissipated and disappeared. She was in the moment. She wanted to feel more. Kate brought her fingers to her hair enjoying its softness and the waviness of her blonde locks. She felt every single strand on her skull as her curly mass moved under her touch sending chills down her spine. She then moved down to her face and her ears with a light touch. It was soft and delicious, and she did not want to stop as she made her way down her soft neck. "Mmmmm" She shivered and quivered all over when her nail brushed her erect nipples. Kate knew she should probably stop before she does something she can't stop, but she was in her own trance as she continued to explore every inch of her own body. Her hands moved from her chest to her belly and slowly made their way down to the curly patch of dark curls that was covering her sex. Her eyes shot open at the sensation, she didn't expect to feel this good! Her index finger had brushed against her pussy and it was oozing with the juices of her excitement. Kate was feeling hot, soft, and oh so very sensitive. The desire from earlier had grown. All that mattered now was her need to cum. She laid herself down on a nearby bench as she spread her legs for better access. Once she had settled in a comfortable position her hands began rubbing, massaging, probing, and digging into her wet opening. She wanted to fill the void that was calling her to her loins. She stretched her hungry labia with her left hand as she dug one finger of her right hand into herself, then another and another until all fingers but her thumb was penetrating her. Kate couldn't hold back and started to cry out loud of the pleasure, her breathing was getting heavier and heavier, and her entire body was covered in sweat from how hot she was feeling. She wanted and needed more. She was working her hand into her pussy up to the knuckles. In and out, in and out; keeping her fingers completely inserted into her pussy for longer and longer amounts of time with each penetration. After some time, she just left her hand inserted as deep as she could, just before the hand reached its widest part. Kate cried out in pain and tried to relax as she pulled herself open further. Time stood still as she let her flesh get used to the pressure. She tried to loosen herself more to accommodate her small hand. When the initial sting and burn had dissipated, she applied a final push into herself and fully inserted the rest of her hand. "Ahh!" Kate cried out, raising her butt off the bench to the invading limb and started humping her hips into a frenzy. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck ME!" She screamed in delight as her body exploded in a mixture of noise and colors, she could feel her walls wrap around her hand as she came from the orgasm. Her body shaking uncontrollably from the electricity shooting through her. Kate slowly emerged from her blissful state and a deep burn of humiliation overtook her like the memories of what she just did came back to her. She scrambled off the bench and covered herself with her hands. "Fuck me, I can't believe I just fucked myself out in the open!" "Her face blushed as she saw a fairly large stain on the bench, made from the juices her horny body made. Kate also noticed at this point the wind had gotten stronger, to the point she started to feel a little cold. Knowing she was close she made her way back to her clothing. It took her a few minutes but she finally made it to the small clearing she was just in. It was still dark so she had to crouch on all fours to see anything. "Come on, where the fuck are they?" Kate swore as the minutes passed by and she couldn't find any of her clothing. She could feel her heart start to race, not out of excitement but now out of fear, she still couldn't find her clothes! "Fuck me. Fuck me, fuck me." She cursed a bit louder, frustration starting to grow. Kate looked out of the tree line, yes she remembered seeing the playground from here, so where were her clothes? She finally got off her hands and moaned out loud in annoyance. It's then when she was looking up did she notice something flapping above her. Her eyes narrowed as she tried to get a better look, it looked like...her panties!? "How di-'' It's then a gust of wind blew by her did she realize the wind had carried her clothes away! "Fuck me!" She yelled, great, she was naked, covered in her own juices, and now had no clothing on her! The blonde knew she had to leave with some clothing, so she bent her knees and jumped trying to reach her panties. Her fingers wrapped around it but when she was falling down she could feel the garment start to stretch, she heard a small ripping sound and soon landed on her feet. She looked at the panties in her hand and see a small tear on the side of it. "Fuck me!" Kate fumed as the only clothing she had was sporting a small tear. The fact that there was nothing else to put on, she begrudgingly put on a ripped pair of red panties. Even though she was wearing an article of clothing Kate still felt very much naked. She cupped her breasts as she started to make her way to her car. Up until this point Kate still felt she had a safety blanket, she knew while streaking that her clothes were waiting for her here and that she would be alright, but as she ran through an empty park nearly naked, she felt more vulnerable than ever. "Fuck, fuck fuck." She kept repeating as she constantly turned her head in every direction making sure there was no one around. The logical part of her head told her that no one should be here at this time of night, but her fear was so overpowering. When Kate finally made it to her car she sighed in relief, it wasn't her home but she should feel safe in a car. She grabbed the spare car key she left underneath one of the tires and climbed inside. So much in a rush, she didn't even put on a seatbelt as she turned the ignition and drove the car out of the parking lot. Kate smiled to herself as after a few minutes of driving she started to calm down, she was safe. Her parkway was only a couple feet from her door, she could easily run in, unlock her door, and get inside her home before any of her neighbors could see her semi-nude state. She started to laugh a little at her earlier behavior. "Can't believe I was so scared, its the middle of the night, who would be out at this time of night?" It was at that moment Kate heard a police siren behind her. She turned her head praying that it wasn't coming in her direction, but her heart broke as she saw the car driving behind her. She bit her lip as the idea of explaining to a cop on why she was naked wouldn't end up well. "Fucking man would probably take his time just to get as much of a peep show as possible." She muttered, she pulled over to a curb. She was still a few minute's drive from her home, she was so close! She started to tap her fingers on the wheel in nervousness, hoping that the officer was merely responding to something else and would just drive past her. Unfortunately, Kate was not that lucky as the cruiser slowed down and parked right behind her. The blonde couldn't stop her leg from shaking as she was seconds away from her worst nightmare becoming a reality. Sure she knew the risks involved with streaking outside, someone may catch her, but that was why she left in the middle of the night, in the middle of the pandemic when no one would be outside. The car door opened and Kate could see the officer step out. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," Kate repeated as she looked all over her car trying to find some sort of clothing, there had to be something! The officer started to make their way over to her, he'd be beside her in seconds! It was then Kate noticed something black on the bottom of the passenger seat, she didn't care as she grabbed it and used it as a makeshift blanket of sorts, covering her breasts and as much of her lower half as possible. A knock on her window caused her to jump as she was adjusting the 'blanket'. She turned her head and faced the window only to be seeing the face of...a woman? She has these piercing eyes that look like they're staring into your soul, accented by high cheekbones, that give her this classical beauty look. Her lips are plump and almost always smiling, almost hard to imagine this girl ever sad. Even with the vest, Kate could tell the woman had quite the large...bust. She could feel herself blushing as she realized this officer had an uncanny resemblance to her hot co-worker Diane. But she's a fantasy for another time. Just the idea of Diane was starting to make Kate aroused again, she unconsciously closed her legs even tighter. She quickly rolled down her window and slowly poked her head out, she gave the officer a smile, trying as best as possible not to show her nervousness. "H- Hi of- officer. I see you had the same idea for a lovely midnight car ride." Kate said, trying to hide how attractive and scared she was of this woman. The police officer just stared back, it wasn't for a few awkward moments before Kate noticed it wasn't at her she was staring at, but more so what she was wearing. She looked down and easily noticed why, the 'blanket' she'd used was actually a black garbage bag. Her mind went blank as she tried to come up with some reasonable explanation as to why she was wearing a garbage bag. "I uh-" "Why are you wearing a garbage bag, ma'am." The officer said Kate flinched at the hard tone. She squirmed in her seat. "You see, what happened, it's just something silly..." Kate blushed as she started to ramble, this was so embarrassing. She was cut off as the officer placed her hand on her forehead, Kate clenched her hands closed as she could feel the spark of someone quite attractive touching her. The officer removed her hand from Kate's face. "Hmmm, you're quite hot, you should step outside for a couple of minutes. Maybe then you'll be better able to answer my questions." A dreamy smile came over Kate's face, she didn't hear much after the words 'you're quite hot'. "You think I'm hot." She repeated happily. "Yes, now please get out." She responded, oblivious to Kate's demeanor. Almost on autopilot, Kate opened the door, she proceeded to step out when she felt something snag on her panties. She broke out of her thoughts as she realized what she was about to do. It seemed Kate had once again gotten lost in the idea of lust and wasn't thinking clearly. When she reached down to try to find what her panties were snagged on, the 'blanket' started to slide down. Squealing, Kate grabbed it before it could fall completely away. She froze for just a moment, trying to figure out what to do next. "What's the matter? Need help?" The policewoman took her arm and pulled, and Kate had no choice but to stand up, and be pulled out of her car. Unfortunately, her underpants didn't. Snagged on the buckle of her seat belt, they ripped clean away, and Kate felt the warm wind gently caressing her suddenly exposed pussy. With a cry she tried to cover herself, but that loosened her grip on the bag and it fell away, leaving her standing by her car on the empty roadside, under the eyes of the police officer, naked. Kate could feel her entire body flush red as she was now standing completely naked in front of this intimidating woman. Worse, the breeze caught the garbage bag and sent it flying far out of reach. "Hmmm." The officer was studying her with a hint of a leer on her craggy face. "Looks like I'm going to have to charge you with Indecent Exposure." Kate did her best to cover herself, one hand cupped over her surprisingly wet pussy, the other arm back across her breasts again. "Please, Officer, I can explain . . ." "Look, I don't care if it's a sorority prank, or some dare off one of those pervert Internet pages, or what," The lady told her. "Your reckless driving was bad enough, but this is too much. I think it would be best if you came down to the station with me." Kate's eyes widened in horror, no this was getting much worse. She was naked, if she cuffed her and brought her down then she would be paraded in front of so many people naked, she wouldn't be able to cover herself! The officer soon forcefully turned her around and grabbed both of her arms, she pulled them back, and before Kate could try to explain she felt the cold metal of cuffs locking her arms in place. Kate had to bite her lip as she was now naked, being manhandled by this beautiful woman and now tied up. She didn't know what was worse, being arrested, or being increasingly turned on by this. She felt the officer start to pull her around her car until they were standing in front of her hood, she felt the officer place her hand on the back of her neck and push her down until she was bent over. Kate couldn't help but moan as her eyes crossed at the lewd position she was forced in. It took every urge to not shake her ass. The thing about Kate was she enjoyed the submissive role, she discovered it recently when she let 'Mistress Nicole' control her for one night. She couldn't remember how many times she came, but the experience of having someone control you so very arousing. The fact that even though there were nothing remotely sexual intentions about what the officer was doing, the cuffs, her being naked and now bent over with her ass hanging out made her mind flash of a sexual fantasy. She could feel her pussy continue to moisten. "Not now," She whispered, she'd die of embarrassment if she came right here, right now. She needed to distract herself. "So uh, do you have a name?" Kate asked. "Stephanie." She replied. "Oh that's nice, can I call you Steph for short?" "Nope." "...Okay then." Kate replied, feeling this situation got even more awkward. A jingling sound got both of their attention. Kate had to turn her head the other way and see what that sound was. Her eyes widened as she saw it was someone riding their bicycle and it was coming their way! She lifted herself up and tried to hide behind her car, but Stephanie placed her hand forcefully on her lower back keeping her in place. She squirmed as the bicyclist was right upon them. She turned her head the other way, trying to hide her identity. She felt her face flush as she heard the bicycle stop close by. She heard a low whistle. "And here I thought this was a boring neighborhood." Oh god, of course, it had to be a man. "Move on, just arresting a streaker." Stephanie told him before resuming whatever the heck she was doing. She could hear him getting back on his bike, right before she was sure he was about to leave she saw a flash go off behind her. She cried out as the man had taken a picture of her in this vulnerable position. Soon followed by another, and another. Kate could feel tears rolling down her eyes as she was being humiliated and exposed by two strangers, none of whom cared for her dignity. Soon she heard the man get on his bike and she watched as he rode down the street, leaving the two women alone. "You couldn't give me something to cover myself!" She snapped. The officer looked back at her with a small smile forming on her lips. "I thought you enjoyed people looking at you naked." "Excuse me?" Kate said surprised by the response. "Isn't that why you were streaking in Cherry Grove Park earlier." Kate's eyes widened at her words, she knew!? "I got a call from a jogger about a naked woman running through the park. By the time I got to the scene, I saw your car leaving. I almost ignored you, but then I saw your small tits through the window and knew you were the one." Kate started to freak out, someone saw her in the park!? Her heart started beating faster, what if that same person saw her masturbating on the park bench!? Oh god she couldn't handle the shame of knowing one her neighbors saw her at her most intimate moment. What was worse was that a small part of her liked the idea of someone watching, of someone watching her moan out in pleasure as she came. She could feel the officers foot on her leg forcefully pushing it. "Wh, what are you doing?" Kate asked nervously. "Performing a cavity search. Now spread your legs!" She ordered. Kate whimpered at the thought of being violated like that, in such an open place too! Heck if someone looked out their window they'd see everything right now! "But I haven't done anything! You can't just cuff me and do this to me!" Kae tried to argue, she moved up trying to literally stand up to Stephanie, but only for the cop to push her back down. "Oh?" A cheeky smile formed on Stephanie's face "Then why did I find this in your car?" she proceeded to reach into her pocket and pulled out a small bag containing what she assumed to be weed. "But you pulled that out of your pocket. That isn't mine!" Kate tried to argue back. Stephanie merely shrugged her shoulders "Who do you think my boss will believe? A highly respected officer, or an exhibitionist who's currently leaking all over her own car?" Kate blushed as it seemed Stephanie noticed how aroused she was, she bit her lip in frustrations all it did was give her another power to hold over her. "Now I can either take you back to the station, parade you in front of all my male co-workers and put you in a cell with other people, in plain view of both men and women, or, I can conduct the search right now?" The woman offered. Both options didn't sound appealing at all, she squirmed as she looked around her surrounding. She couldn't see anyone in sight, but all it took was for someone she knew to see the officer coping a feel on her before she could never show her face outside her home again. This wasn't fair! "Fine! But just do the search quickly okay? Before anyone else sees me like this." She harshly whispered. "How quickly this goes is entirely up to you," Stephanie said as she let go of her hand on Kate's back. Kate frowned in confusion at what she meant before she felt both of her hands on her back and trailing down. She squirmed a little as Stephanie brought her hands down her back, not roughly, it was very soft and she seemed to be taking it slowly. She bit her lip when she was certain the hands were about to reach her butt, but then stopped. She surprised her a moment before she felt Stephanie's hands resume on her lower thigh. She bit her lip as she felt Stephanie's hand on just rubbing her thigh, teasing her with how close she was to her lips. "Spread your legs," Stephanie whispered close to Kate's ear, her hot breath making her gasp. She didn't trust her voice to not crack and just spread her legs like commanded. Kate felt her hand start to make its way down, softly rubbing her leg, leaving tingles along the way. Stephanie would soon move onto the other leg and rub it sensationally. She didn't know if she was purposely teasing her to get a reaction out of her but it was working. She was trying so hard to not make a sound, but her hands were so soft and felt so good! What made it even more nerve-wracking was that as Stephanie's hands roamed her body she could feel her hot breath on her skin. She soon felt the hands let go of her legs and she breathed a sigh of relief now that it was over. Suddenly she felt the familiar hot breath flow in the back of her pussy and causing it to moisten, she moaned out at the feeling. Oh god, now Stephanie knew she was getting turned on by this. Even with her back to her, Kate could feel the woman's smirk on her face. It was then she suddenly felt the weight of the officer's body on top of hers. Her hands were placed on her waist. She squirmed at the sudden closeness she could feel Stephanie's hot breath on her neck, she blushed as Stepanie could probably feel the heat radiating off of her. "Did you think I was going to lick your pussy?" Stephanie's breathed, her right hand rubbing back and forth on her waist, each movement teasingly moving closer to her honey box. Kate made a noncommittal and kept her eyes shut trying hard to ignore her. "Or are you hoping I finger you instead?" She felt her hand suddenly flicked her clit with her finger. Her eyes nearly rolled back as she moaned at the sensation. "Such a naughty girl Kate, are you getting off on me dominating you? I bet a freak like you likes being handcuffed, likes being bent over in public, for everyone to see you're my submissive slave." Stephanie's words were sending Kate into a tailspin, she did not want this to happen with her, especially in full view for anyone to see. She then felt the hands slowly work their way up her body tickling her ribs as they moved. They soon reached just beneath her breasts, but because she was lying down on the car she couldn't reach them, or so she thought. Kate felt her hair being pulled and she cried as she lifted herself to follow it. It was then Stephanie snaked her hands up and cupped both of her breasts. She tilted her head back and whimpered as Stephanie started to grope her small chest, her fingers circling her nipples, causing her to start breathing heavily at the touch. "You know I heard a little secret, that women with smaller boobs are most sensitive to touch." Right then Kate cried out as she felt Stephanie pinch and pulled her nipples. "Mmmm, I like the sound of that." "Please stop!" Kate struggled to say, the sensation of having her nipples played with causing her to struggle to breathe. "I told you Kate, you decide how long this goes. The sooner you cum the sooner this ends." Before Kate could fully realize what Stephanie just told her she once again felt herself being pushed and landed back on the hood of her car. She looked behind her in horror as she saw Stephanie take out her baton, a sly smile on her face as she lowered it. "Want your pussy to get fucked with my baton? Don't worry I think we both know you're wet enough already." Kate could feel the baton rubbing along her thigh, a few inches away from her very wet pussy. "N-, no!" Kate tried to move far away as possible. But Stephanie didn't show any disappointment, in fact, her smile got wider. "Oh? Then I guess you prefer anal." At her words, Kate immediately felt the tip of the baton putting slight pressure on her asshole. Kate squealed in surprise and stood up on her toes to try to get away from it. "Either you beg me to put this in your pussy or..." Kate could feel the baton opening her entrance, she bit her lip as her rectum was getting stretched by the large object. Kate didn't want to beg for her to fuck her, but as she felt the baton further pressed in and stretching her out, she cried out in pain. "Okay, okay!" Kate gave in. "Okay, what?" Kate screamed as the baton was pushed in another inch, she couldn't take it anymore, it was just too big! "Put it in my pussy! Please just take it out of my ass and put it in my pussy!" Kate begged, her legs were shaking so much standing on her tippy toes if she backed up then more of the baton would be shoved in. She closed her eyes and sighed in relief as she felt the stick pulled out, she fell back on her feet, taking heavier breaths. A tapping sound made her open her eyes as she saw the baton a couple of inches from her face. She frowned in confusion at Stephanie. "Clean it with your mouth." She ordered. At this point, Kate had a little fight in her and just moved her head and opened her mouth. Stephanie smiled at her submissive behavior and moved the butt of the baton into her mouth. She delicately closed her mouth around it and started to wrap her tongue around the stick. She cringed as she could taste how awful it was, it was just in her butt. But as much as she wanted to hate it, as much as she still wanted to fight back, she had to admit this entire interaction had made her incredibly turned on. Talking to Nicole she learned how much she loved to be dominated, to have someone decided when, where, and how she cums. And now here she was, her hands tied making her unable to touch herself, she was bent over her car in plain view of her neighbor's houses, stripped naked, and as she was just butt fucked and begging to be fucked, little to no dignity left. She was Stephanie's bitch...and she liked it. She was so lost in thought that Kate started to moan as she was sucking it up as if it was a real penis, her head was bobbing up and down the length, her tongue licking it all over. She soon felt it being pulled and she tried so desperately to follow it before it was pulled out of her mouth. She whimpered as she looked up at Stephanie, her eyes begging to let her continue. Kates soon felt the wetness of the stick and her pussy seemed to burst into flame. She swayed her ass, leaning over. "Please" Kate whimpered again. Kate gasped, feeling the woman rub it along the juicy slit of her pussy from behind. "Oh God!" she moaned as her baton pressed into the entrance of her fuck canal. Kate bit her bottom lip as she forced a bit of it inside of her. "Ow!" she cried as its thickness filled her. "Owwwwwwww!" The sexy blond cried again that echoed in the streets She bit her bottom lip. Kate knew it was going to hurt and while her mind still told her to run her body couldn't wait to feel it, "Please..." she muttered and her mind finally relented, "Give it to me!" Stephanie grinned as she pressed hard with one hand and held Kate's waist tightly with the other. "Such a cum slut, it's not even an actual toy and you're so desperate to cum you'll use anything," Stephanie mumbled as she pushed her baton into her hot wet pussy. "Ohhhhhhhh!" Kate whimpered, her ass moved back, her pussy sliding over the thick stick Kate closed her eyes tightly as the baton slowly filled her pussy as her sensitive lips stretched around it. Her body trembled, causing her ass to shake. She felt the roughness of her hands wrapped around her hips. Her fiery pussy clung to the makeshift sex toy, vibrating wetly, flexing on it. Kate felt weak. She spread her feet wider on the floor, pressing her ass tightly against him. She felt her dig her fingers into her hips, and her baton pulling back. She felt the head almost slide out of her kitty, and she held her breath, not wanting her to take it out. But the officer only paused, looking down between the split of her ass to see her stick glistening with the wetness of the streaker's hot pussy. Then she pushed it back in, a little harder. "Ohhhh!" Kate grunted as she rammed her ass back at her as she humped it into her pussy. "Fuck!" Kate wagged her ass to entice her, she heard soft laughter coming behind her in response. Overwhelmed by the wet heat of her walls gripping the stick, Stephanie began to fuck Kate in and out faster. Kate squealed and cried out with each plunge her pussy exploded with its juices with every thrust. She could feel the throbbing, the ridges, and grooves with the highly sensitive lips of her kitty. Her mind reeled, her passion was intense. She humped her ass at her dom, grinding against her almost in frenzy. She couldn't fathom that she was allowing a stranger to fuck her pussy frantically. The only thing she was concerned about at this moment was how good it felt, and how much she was going to cum from it. Each time her dom rammed up her pussy, her tits smashed against the car, her nipples rubbed against the cold steel, creating a greater inflammation in her pussy. The hot, wet friction was about to make her cum soon, and the lips of her kitty were grabbing at the baton each time she pulled back, holding it tightly, over her clit knotted ever so deliciously. "Please," she whispered, "Fuck me!" "Louder my cum slut" Her dom ordered. "Please fuck me!" she cried out again, louder as she swung her ass against her. "Fuck me!" She felt Stephanie dig her fingers into her hips, she yanked her exposed ass back as she plunged forward. The wet heat closed around the stick again. Kate felt herself boiling ecstasy, pressing her cheek against the hood of the car, eyes tight. Her pussy swelled as it held the black stick tightly. She was about to cum, and the thrilling experience filled her from head to toe. "Ooooh!" Kate moaned, she rammed her ass back, wanting Stephanie's toy deeper as she came, but she found it was already as deep as possible. Suddenly her walls started to clench around the baton, "I'm cumming! Ohhhh fuck me I'm cumming!" She cried out as her eyes rolled back in pleasure. The only sounds heard in the quiet street was the wetness of her pussy and Kate's orgasmic cries as she was cumming. Kate struggled to breathe as she remained lying against the car. She was so weak she couldn't close her legs, the baton still stuck halfway in her pussy, her ass exposed, still dripping the juices down her inner thighs. Kate felt her face being grabbed by Stephanies' hands till their faces were facing one another, to feel her hot breath on her face."Just remember, what happened here was all recorded by the camera in my cruiser. You tell anyone about this and I'll post this online. Everyone will know how much of a cum slut you are, to hear how you begged me to fuck you with my stick." She leaned in and gave Kate a kiss, she was too tired to kiss back but she knew it was just another way of her being told who's in control. Stephanie pulled away and licked her lips, Kate had to admit she did think of what it would be like if she ate her out with that tongue. Kate could feel the baton removed as she was pulled up and could feel her arms finally being freed as Stephanie unlocked her cuffs. "Now run, I'm sure some of your neighbors heard you cumming and will want to know whats going on" A smack to her butt woke up her senses as she started to run. She didn't bother to remember her ID or her car but started to run completely naked back home. Kate didn't run into anyone on the way, which she was thankful for because she didn't trust her body to not just cum right then and there, she was still very much turned on. She finally made it to her house when her ears heard the sound of a car down the street. She ran to her door and her heart sank as it jiggled but didn't open, she forgot she locked the front door! The car was nearly upon her she started to run around her home toward her back deck, however, when her hands clamped over her pussy she felt the jolts throughout her body, she was going to cum again! She didn't know if the car saw her but by the time she made it she was sure the car owner saw the parting image of her big butt bouncing out of sight. Kate leaned against her back wall and started to rub her clit as she came for the third time tonight. This finally sent her over the edge. Her back arched as she let out a loud moan. Her fingers slipped out of her sex as she fell to her knees. A drop of sweat dripped down her rear, as her ass jiggled when her knees hit the ground. She panted as her body felt so tired, she didn't care she was butt naked in her backyard or the fact she probably woke up a few of them when she was crying out in her orgasm. A smile formed on her face, this would give her a whole new amount of material for her fantasies. She shakingly stood up on her feet, her pussy still very much tingling in excitement as she walked to her back door and walked inside, fully planning to finger herself when she got to her bedroom.

Kid Sister My friends and I were sitting around in the shade of the porch at the front of our house. The lawn had yellowed in the past week and the tar was melting in the street. We were all behaving as if it was too hot to move, which it was fast becoming. No one had even spoken for a while. “Why don’t we go to the river,” Al suggested half-heartedly, his hairy legs up on the porch railing. The local river ran through a forest in a regional park a few miles out of town. “We’d need a car.” “Ask your mother to lend us hers.” I didn’t think the chances were high but I went to find out. A graphic artist by profession, my mother, working from home on an assignment, was at her drawing table. She agreed to my using her car once I’d promised to bring it back undamaged. She made a condition though. I had to take my kid sister along with us. At fifteen, going on sixteen, Kim was almost two years younger than me, and a pest. She had hung around my friends on the porch earlier, but got into a huff when they teased her about something or other. I assumed she’d been making a nuisance of herself with mom as well. I tried negotiating the condition but my mother was adamant. “What if she doesn’t want to come?” “Go and ask her,” my mother was brisk. “I sent her up to her room. I can’t get anything done while she’s hanging around moaning.” I guess that’s why she hadn’t balked at Kim going out with a bunch of older boys and me. “And make sure you look after her,” I heard the inevitable instruction as I headed towards the stairs. Kim’s door had a “Boy Free Zone” sign on it. It really meant “Brother Free”. I happened to know she liked boys. I’d caught her kissing one in our garden once, and really getting into it. I knocked but went straight in because I objected to the sign as a matter of principle. Kim was sitting cross-legged on the bed with headphones on. Her mini-skirt revealed her thighs almost all the way up. Obviously, I wasn’t interested in my own sister, but I couldn’t help noticing. The music was up loud enough to be heard in the room, though distortedly, even without the speakers on. Kim glared at me. “Why didn’t you knock?” “I did.” “What?” She took off the headphones. The tinny sound got louder. “The guys and I are going to the river. Do you want to come?” “Why would I want to go anywhere with a bunch of hairy apes,” she pretended superiority. “Suit yourself.” I turned to leave. “Are you going to Barton’s Rock?” It was a waterhole where teenagers hung out - in a wilder part of the Park than the family picnic areas. “Yeah. Probably. Everyone wants to swim.” “I’ll come then,” she condescended. “You don’t have to.” “Whose idea was it?” “Swimming or you coming?” “Me going with you?” “Mom’s.” “Will your lame-brain friends mind?” “Why would they?” She might be my kid sister but I wasn’t oblivious to the fact she had grown up somewhere along the way, and wasn’t half bad looking – I guess – if I thought about it from the point of view of another guy. Even without makeup, she looked as if she was over sixteen, what with having a certain maturity about her, some of the time, and a nicely developed figure. I’d checked out her bra once, when I saw it on top of a pile of clothes in the laundry. It was size 34B. I guess 34’s what the measurement is around her chest. I think “B” has something to do with the size of the cup-things that hold a girl’s tits. Anyhow, Kim has blue eyes, brown hair with blonde streaks in it – kind of adding interest – and quite a nice smile – not that she ever gives me one. … Oh, yeah. She’s 24 round the waist. And I’m not saying how I found that out. “So, you coming then?” Kim straightened her legs over the side of the bed, showing a flash of white panties, and bounced to her feet. “I might as well. It’s no fun here.” In the back seat, Kim was squeezed between Al and Chandler – yeah, named by his dumb parents after the dopey guy from “Friends”. Steve, the most athletic of the four of us, was sitting in the front with me. Lucky he wasn’t driving because he kept glancing back at Kim every time she spoke. I wasn’t exactly oblivious to my friends’ attraction to my sister. I’m sure they would have competed to date her if she’d been allowed. But my parents wouldn’t let her go out alone with a boy, even from her own class at school. Anyhow, it would have felt kind of weird if one of my friends had dated her, I guess. None of us had a lot of experience with girls, but we did talk about sex a lot and I knew what they tried, or wanted to try, when they were out alone with a girl. The idea of one of them touching my kid sister’s tits, or trying to get into her pants, made me kind of squeamish. Even so, it was a double standard. I wasn’t against the idea of trying that myself with someone else’s sister. So I guess I couldn’t really object to some guy wanting to do it with mine. If Kim and I got on better, I suppose I might have felt more protective. Al and Chandler were kidding her that our mom had probably made her come out with a swimsuit that went down to her knees. Getting irritated at being treated like a kid, she unfolded her towel and showed them she had a very grown-up and rather skimpy floral bikini in it. “We’re going to swim in the buff,” Steve informed her. “Yeah,” Al agreed. “Sorry about that.” Kim retorted practically, knowing she was being teased, “You can go in with your shorts on.” “No. We’ll need dry pants later," Chandler pretended seriousness. "It definitely has to be in the buff." “Like you’re going to do that in front of everybody else at the swimming hole.” “We’re going upstream to The Pines.” Chandler had named a more remote, less popular swimming hole at the end of a walking track. “We should have it to ourselves.” “Have fun," Kim told them disparagingly. "I won’t be going there with you." “That’s okay,” Steve called her bluff. “We can drop you off at the main hole with the other kids.” Kim pouted. “Like I’d have anything in common with them.” “You’d better come with us older boys then,” Al said. I certainly didn’t fancy the idea of leaving Kim alone – or of separating from my friends – but I wasn’t comfortable about their banter either, especially if they weren’t kidding about skinny-dipping. They were looking at my sister in a funny way – expectant-like. She was actually a female to them. They were thinking about parts of her body I never did – or almost never. “I’m not swimming in the buff then,” Kim drew a line. “We wouldn’t mind if you did,” Steve teased her. “You’re just a kid, after all. None of us are going to notice.” “I would,” I piped up, having seen Kim’s reflection darken in the rear-view mirror. “Brothers don’t notice their kid sisters anyhow,” Steve quipped. Ignoring me, Kim asserted about swimming nude, “If I wanted to I would.” “Yeah, well, we are,” Chandler assured her. “So if you come with us you’d better be prepared.” “It won’t make any difference to me,” Kim faked being blasé about it. I didn’t think my friends would go through with it but, when we’d sweated our way to the end of the path and found no one else at the forest-enclosed swimming hole, they threw off their clothes and dove into the clear water from a low rocky bluff. None of them, as they’d shed their shorts, had taken the trouble to turn their backs entirely. Kim was left gaping in surprise. I doubted she had seen male pubic hair before, let alone fully exposed with a cock sprouting from it – not that my friends were erect exactly. “Come on in,” Steve called as the three of them paddled on the surface, staring our way expectantly. I would have felt a turkey, putting on my swimsuit before joining them, so I turned my back to Kim, stripped quickly, and jumped in off the rock, modestly feet first. The water was delightfully refreshing and cool after the walk in the mid-day heat. When my head broke the surface, the others belatedly cheered my decision to join their outdoors nude escapade. Maybe it was that, and the cold touch of the water between my legs, that made me start to get hard. I certainly hoped the sight of Kim, standing on the rock above us in her denim mini-skirt and white T-shirt, wasn’t a contributing factor. I’m sure it would have affected the others though, if they were experiencing similar stirrings in their loins. Kim’s legs looked pretty good, and you couldn’t help wanting to see further up than even the high hemline of her skirt allowed. The pressure to conform to the norm set by rest of the group was now on her. With our masculinity largely hidden by the water, she was half back on an even keel and considering her options. The others waited expectantly. They were disappointed when she turned without saying anything and went into the trees. “Aw shucks!” Chandler showed how he felt. “I thought she was going to take the bait.” “The bait, or your hook,” Al grinned. “Girls are more shy about showing it off,” Steve contributed a worldly-wise word of advice. “Hey, that’s my sister you’re talking about!” “She’s pretty grownup for her age.” I didn’t have a response to that factual observation. We trod water, waiting for Kim to return. After a few moments, she emerged from the bushes on the edge of the trees. I don’t know what the others thought, but she looked pretty stunning to me in her itsy-bitsy bikini. I didn’t exactly get a sexual thrill but the way the others were staring, I wouldn’t have been surprised if they did. I tried to think of her like they were – as a girl – and not the rotten little sister I knew she was. It didn’t work. “Coming in, Kim?” Chandler had a grin all over his face. Steve just stared, looking awestruck. Shit! She did look more like the girls our age than even some of them did. Kim sat on the edge of the rock, climbed down its rough face, and then eased herself in so she wouldn’t go under the surface. I figured she didn’t know how to dive – or was afraid of losing part of her swimsuit. I wasn’t sure which. We stayed on our side of the natural pool and Kim swam on the other, enjoying herself but keeping her distance. We boys got out first. I thought the others would dry themselves and then get dressed like I intended to. Instead, Chandler and Al lay on the flat top of the rock, on two of the towels I'd brought, and Steve sat nearer the edge, for a better view of my sister in the water. I knew she had to get out sooner or later so I put on my shorts, but without a top. She and I were related, after all, and I wasn’t about to give her the opportunity to tell mom or dad that I’d exposed myself to her. What I did savour, was the idea of telling them about her being at the swimming hole with three naked guys – but I wasn’t going to rat on my friends – and it would have gotten me into trouble anyhow. I was supposed to be looking out for her. “You guys getting dressed?” I tried tentatively. “I’m enjoying the sun,” Al said lazily. He’d definitely had an erection when he came out of the water but it was subsiding now. Steve twisted round to look back at us. I noticed he was still stiff. “Worried about your sister liking what she sees?” “She’s a big girl. She can like what she wants,” I said lamely. “She’s a big girl all right,” Chandler muttered appreciatively. His erection had fallen limply to one side. “She’s a bit young for you guys to show off to,” I tried pricking their consciences. “Hey, we’re not out to try and fuck her,” Al said. “We’re just having a little harmless fun. Even if she’s a virgin now, she’s going to see a grown up cock sooner or later.” “Yeah, you might say we’re sparing her the shock of seeing one for the first time in more intimate circumstances,” Chandler contributed. Steve had lost interest in the conversation and was watching Kim again. She was swimming towards the base of the rock. Reaching it, and using her hand for support, she looked up. Steve parted his legs and leant forward, extending his hand in an offer to assist her up. Kim just gawped up at his exposed cock. She’d probably seen mine when we were both kids (before she became sexually aware) but Steve’s was in a state of arousal even she would recognise – assuming girls talked to each other like boys did. His large cock sure as hell didn’t look like a kid’s, sticking up proudly like that. Kim’s cheeks started to turn pink, maybe because her gaze seemed trapped on the monster between Steve’s legs. In the end, she tore her gaze away, ignored his offered hand, and found her own footholds, working her way up to the top of the rock a few feet from where Steve sat. She came over the edge, still dripping water, her cleavage displayed for a moment. Then she was on her feet, the bikini bottom etching a sexy V between her long legs. The first thing that caught her attention was, of course, Chandler and Al’s prone figures – bathed in sunlight and decidedly male. Her eyes flicked to me. Then she picked up a towel and began to dry herself, acting as if she was in a situation she was totally accustomed to. The others seemed surprised she hadn’t run screaming into the bushes. Maybe that was the fun they’d expected. Kim was facing away from Steve when he stood up, stepped over, and sat with the others. They were on one side of where Kim stood and I was on the other. While she had been gamely trying to ignore the prone Chandler and Al, she could not help staring at Steve’s rampant crotch. He was not getting any less obvious. She spread her towel and sat down beside me. “Aren’t you going to get changed,” I whispered at her anxiously. “Why?” “No reason.” We both stared straight ahead for a few moments. There was whispering from the others and one of them – Al, I think – chuckled loudly. Kim and I glanced over. Chandler had his limp cock in his hand and was obviously trying to turn it into a boner to rival Steve’s. He and Al were watching with grins on their faces. I knew they’d cooked up the idea to get Kim’s attention. The whole situation was sexually charged – like it was static sparking in the air. I thought it would disgust Kim, or make her shy at least, and I expected her to ask if we could go. If she had, I might have left my friends stranded, given the way they were behaving in front of her. But she seemed fascinated by what she was seeing, and not a bit reluctant to watch. Chandler’s cock quickly swelled and rose to a full erection. It kept my attention too, and I forgot for a little while that my kid sister was also watching one of my best friends play with himself. Steve had his hand between his legs now, fingering his prized possession. Not to be left out, Al started stroking his own. We’d all done things like this on the rock a few times before, but not with a girl present. We were just boys-together then, seeing who could get the biggest, or who could shoot cum over the longest distance into the water. Steve had taken the honours. Al looked over at Kim, “So, which dick do you like the most?” It took a few moments for Kim to get any words out at all. “All of them I guess.” “Have you ever seen one squirt stuff?” Kim shook her pretty head. “Would you like to?” She nodded vigorously. “Which one of us do you want to go first?” “Chandler, I guess.” Of my three friends, he was positioned nearest to her. She was still my sister, but I couldn’t think of her as a kid anymore – not with a body like hers and not with the eager look on her face. Chandler began slowly, in the time-honoured way of simple up and down strokes, his foreskin covering then uncovering the head of his cock. The movement was kind of so hypnotic that we were all watching him, tensing for the moment when his jism would spurt. He stayed on his back, eyes devouring Kim’s bikini-clad figure, with his erection jiggling about in the air as his hand, wrapped around, beat his meat in a faster tempo. Al and Steve were just holding their cocks, squeezing gently to add stimulation. I had a boner of my own, confined by my shorts, and wished I hadn’t put them back on. Not that I wanted Kim to see it. I just wanted to do something about the way my balls ached. Surreptitiously – I thought – I shifted my hand down between my legs and started stroking the mounded lump through the smooth fabric. Kim caught the movement out of the corner of her eye. She glanced down at my crotch then gave me a strange look. I guess it hadn’t occurred to her that I might get turned on too. Embarrassed, I stopped stroking. “I don’t mind if you take it out,” she said brazenly, before she turned her head back towards Chandler. I was shocked by her words, and yet at the same time bothered by her indifference. The decision to take my shorts off was not however difficult to reach. Al and Steve grinned at me. Chandler just kept his eyes on Kim, his hand flying up and down on his manhood. Abruptly he gave a series of drawn out, short-of-breath grunts as a gusher of cum erupted from the tip of his penis, spraying his chest and the ring of thumb and fingers that had produced the messy climax. Kim, the little sleaze, looked delighted, making Chandler grin from ear to ear over the show he’d put on for her. “Now it’s Al’s turn,” she decided. “I reckon I’ll need more stimulation than Chandler,” he told her, adding a cheesy look of lust. “What do you mean?” Kim looked surprised, obviously just expecting a repeat performance. “Being able to see your bare tits should do the trick.” We all held our breaths. “You mean take my top off?” Kim knew very well what he meant. I guess she was even more turned on than I’d thought. She glanced at me, “Would you tell if I did?” With my cock out, among three others, in front of my own sister I was hardly in a position where I had an option. I shook my head. She slowly unhooked the bra part of her bikini and pulled it off her arms in front. Her breasts kind of relaxed into mounded curves that delighted the eye. They were the first I’d ever seen that weren’t just in photographs. Her nipples were pale pink and slightly raised. My friends were looking at them in awe. “Is this what you wanted?” She kind of arched her back, thrusting out her chest. My cock jerked and I thought I was going to come. I smothered the head in my palm just in case I did. I didn’t want Kim to see. The sensation dryly ebbed. Al was pumping his cock like a ramrod. Kim seemed to be studying his technique, not, like she had with Chandler, just watching a spectacle. Their eyes met. “Would you like to spurt on my tits?” We all stared at Kim, not believing that a girl younger than we were would come up with such an idea. “Squirt it on your tits,” Al repeated like a village idiot. “You can if you like.” Kim stood up and stepped over to where he lay. Jeeze! My kid sister was a nympho and I didn’t even know it. For a start, they both looked like they didn’t know how to set it up. Then, wordlessly, as if the thought had occurred to them at the same time, they changed places. Kim wriggled to get comfortable on the towel, what with the rock surface underneath, and her tits wobbled like jelly on a plate. My cock experienced tantalising thrills of pleasure. It was lucky that frequent experience of masturbation had taught me how to hold back. Kim kept her legs together, but she looked almost naked in just the tiny triangle of thin floral cloth. Her pubic mound was prominently outlined and I found myself imagining the frizzy brown hair all over it under the bikini. Al was wanking again, standing with his pole directed at my sister’s tits. She was staring expectantly up at it. I had to see it to believe it! When he came, his jism shot out, splattering Kim and the rock beyond. His body jerked as if hit by splashes of very cold water. As we all stared, someone exclaimed, “Fuck!” Kim sat up and looked at the sticky dribbles on her breasts, curious to see what cum looked like on her skin. Steve began pleasuring his big cock more actively. “Can I do that?” I couldn’t believe my ears. My sister wanted to touch a cock – wank it even. “Yeah, sure.” Steve took his hand off his immense erection. They knelt up, facing each other. Kim reached for his manhood. Her hand looked tiny against it, compared to his, but she had long fingers and they managed to form an adequate circle round the penile shaft. She began jerking him off, using her newly acquired knowledge. Chandler got up unexpectedly and, in a quick movement, dragged the bottom half of Kim’s bikini down off her hips to mid-thigh. She did not protest, or even stop what she doing, as if expecting, or hoping, something like that would happen. With Chandler sitting back out of the way, we were able to admire Kim’s peach-shaped butt - creased down the middle as far as the hair-fringed gap between the tops of her thighs. Once she’d passed eight or nine, I’d never ever expected to see my own sister’s pussy again, let alone be sharing the sight with my friends. Steve would have a different view of it from the front and I ached to see it from that direction too. My friends and I had all shared second and third-hand stories about girls who put out, but none of those accounts had equalled what was happening right before my eyes, with my own sister participating willingly. I began to doubt she was still a virgin, but the idea only made me think about her cunt and wonder what a girl’s hymen looked like. I was sure Kim hadn’t jerked-off a guy before, just from how she’d studied the way Al did it to himself. Not that her first-ever attempt looked amateurish. Steve’s engorged cock was bobbing up and down in her hand and he looked like all his Xmases had come at once. “I’m gonna come,” he groaned breathlessly. Kim increased her pace, her arm going back and forward like a piston. He let out a low moan and Kim kind of did a pelvic thrust towards him. I guess she wanted his jism as well to connect with herl. A few seconds later, after she sat back on her calves, we could see white cum running down her belly and into her pubic hair. On her tits, Al’s jism had dried. Steve looked like he’d just run a marathon – his whole body, not just his cock, drooping. I guess my sister had really milked him hard. “What about your brother?” Chandler nodded at my sole-remaining erection, which felt stiffer than ever. All of them stared at it, even Kim. “You don’t do something like that to your brother,” she said. She didn’t seem averse to us both looking at each other’s genitals though. In fact, she pulled the wet bikini bottom down below her knees and kicked it off. Chandler and Al got up, went over, and sat beside her. She started kissing them in turns while she played with their cocks. It wasn’t long before their hands were all over her gorgeous young tits. “Pete looks awfully desperate,” Chandler said, pausing what he was doing and looking over at me. Kim stopped kissing Al and glanced my way. I was starting to feel like she was the older sister and I was the younger brother. Her nipples, now free of hands, stood up erectly by themselves, giving points to her tits. “What does he expect me to do about it,” she asked rhetorically. “Fuck him,” I guess. Maybe they wanted to watch her do something like that and thought I had the best chance. There was tension in the air, and a long silence. Kim’s nose wrinkled. “Let him eat you out then.” The idea of incest seemed to excite Chandler. I knew he had two older sisters. “No.” “What about letting one of us, then?” I was forgotten. “Why don’t the three of you take turns just licking my pussy?” My sister simply lay back and spread her legs like a young whore. We could all see the pink gash in the dark mass of pubic hair covering her crotch. She climaxed when Steve’s tongue came out of her wet hole and licked upwards. After that, she let Al, and then Chandler, practice on her private parts. She seemed to enjoy it, but did not climax again. I did, right onto the rocks, when Chandler inserted a finger into Kim’s gaping pussy. It was something I’d dreamed of but never had the chance of doing with a girl. Kim only put up with the digital intrusion for a few seconds and then pulled Chandler’s hand away. “I said just licking.” She pushed him off. “I think it’s time we all had another swim.” Getting to her feet, staying beautifully nude, she ran lightly to the edge of the rock and jumped into the sparkling water. Part 2 That hot summer, when I was young, I suddenly seemed to acquire a lot more friends my age. Guys I hardly knew from school started dropping by my house or buying me shakes at the mall. My mother, a graphic design artist, seemed to take the new visitors to our home in her stride, just as she had my other friends. “We’ve become very popular as a place to hang out,” was all she said. My kid sister Kim, if she was home, put in an occasional appearance when boys were about, but mainly stayed in her room. I’m two years older than she is. She’s going on sixteen. You know what kid sisters are like at that age, right? Remember I told you last time about the sign on her door that said: “BOY-FREE ZONE”? Now there’s a new one saying: “BOYS SUCK!!!” If she had been someone else’s sister I guess I would have noticed how the eyes of my new friends followed her whenever she was about. After all, she had a well-developed figure, blue eyes, blonde hair with trendy brown streaks in it, and quite a nice smile. Yet, despite what I’d seen her do at The Pines with my three best friends, I hadn’t developed sexual feelings for her. Like, I didn’t want to screw her or anything. She was my sister after all. Not that the remembered images of her didn’t play a part in helping me, you know, sexually gratify myself; I didn’t have any other experience to visualise from then, did I? I got suspicious about my new friendships when the boys started asking who Kim was currently going out with, or whether our mother allowed her to date or not. Two or three even asked what their chances were. One, Kevin Morrissey, usually the first to arrive at our home, came right out and enquired one day if I’d ever fucked Kim. That’s when I realised why I’d suddenly become so popular with the guys – which likely meant that one of my three best friends had broken his oath of silence and blabbed about what Kim had let them do while I watched. Somehow it had led to Morrissey thinking she was the sort of sister who would let her brother screw her. “Hey!” I told him. “I’m no pervert.” “A guy said you jerked off in front of her at The Pines.” I felt my face turn red. “Who said that?” “Chandler Dale.” Like, all I wanted to do after that was finding out how much Chandler had let out of the bag. I asked Kevin, “Did he tell you what he did?” “Yeah. It sounds like your sister gave you all a pretty good time.” “I never touched her!” “Chandler says you watched her in the nude – right out in the open. Did she look hot?” I remembered vividly and felt queasy about his interest in it. Morrissey said, “I caught a glimpse of my sister’s tits once, but I’ve never seen her cunt… She’s nineteen and really hot!” He didn’t seem to mind that I wasn’t talking, and went on, “I don’t suppose you have any pictures of your sister – with nothing on, I mean.” “Hell no! We don’t even like each other.” “Pity,” he said. “I’d really like to see what her body looks like. Pretty hot I’d expect.” I said sarcastically, “I guess you’d like me to ask her to show it to you.” “That’d be great. Would you?” “Sure, if she ever talks to me I’ll ask her.” “Cool!” Again he’d missed the sarcasm in my voice. The cheek of his request stayed on my mind the rest of the day, and I was still thinking about it when I went to sleep. In the morning I jerked off in bed just at the idea of Kim showing someone her genitalia again. [Okay, so that’s a big word I didn’t know then but do now, but that’s what I had a picture of in my head – and quite a picture!] Kim was at breakfast when I went out to the kitchen. Our mother was just leaving. “Urgent work to do,” she said to me. “I’m going to be in my workroom all day… Don’t fight with your sister.” I went on through the doorway. Kim was eating cereal. She gave me a sour look for no reason. I poured some cereal in a plate and sat across from her at the table. I might have been her older brother but she had no respect for the fact. She said to me, “What are you looking at me like that for, Weasel?” I told her straight, “It’s got out what you did at The Pines with Chandler and the others.” “I know that. What do you think all the boys have been hanging around for?” She sounded more annoyed than embarrassed, and didn’t even blush over being reminded of what she’d done. “It’s the last time I trust friends of yours.” “Some of them have got the hots for you pretty bad, sis.” I wanted to embarrass her. “Oh, like who?” “Kevin Morrissey for one.” “He’s a spunk! What did he say?” “He came right out and told me he’d like to see you naked.” I thought she’d be shocked or disgusted, but she wasn’t. She said, “Maybe he’d like a private showing.” “You wouldn’t!” “Why not?” “Because that’s not what girls do.” I had, after all, convinced myself that what happened at The Pines was a one-off, spur of the moment craziness – summer madness from the heat that year. “Shows how much you know,” Kim retorted. “Essie Hunt charges boys to see hers.” I’d overheard boys sniggering about Essie. They’d nicknamed her “Hunt the cunt”. I didn’t want my sister to be put in the same category. “Don’t look so shocked,” she said. “I’m not,” I protested. “I suppose you want to see my pussy and tits too, like Kevin.” “I saw too much the last time.” “Prig!” “You’re my sister!” “So?” As if that was reason enough, she began unbuttoning her pyjama coat from the top, right there at the breakfast table. I couldn’t help looking at the mounded cleavage as it became exposed. My cock stirred in my pants even though I didn’t mean it to. Kim held open the flaps of her PJs, letting me see her pointed tits and pink nipples. She looked turned on. She asked, “Don’t you like them?” I just stared open-mouthed. She grinned. “You do, don’t you – even though I’m your kid sister.” My mouth had gone too dry to say anything. I was thinking of the even more unexpected things she had done with my best friends at The Pines, on the rock above the river. Kim asked, “What would you do for me if I showed you my little pussy again?” “Anything,” I croaked. She chuckled, “I bet you would, Weasel. No other girl’s likely to want to show you hers.” My self-esteem took a plunge. “So, do you want to see it?” “Ye – es,” my voice trembled. “Then take your cock out and show me.” “What for?” “You said you’d do anything,” she reminded me, standing up. “But…” “But?” she echoed, starting to lower the waistband of her PJs over her bare hips. “Take your cock out.” I stood up too. I was wearing casual cargo pants, without flies, and had to lower them with my underpants. Kim stared at my erection, pausing in disrobing, her pussy still covered and her white belly showing. “You’re a dirty boy getting stiff like that,” she said, looking pleased with herself. I took the insult because I felt so horny, and said, “I thought you were going to show me yours.” “If I do, you have to do something.” She grinned in an evil way. “Like what?” “Like jerking off onto your cereal in front of me and then eating it.” “Like hell!” She pushed the waistband of her pyjamas a little bit further down until dark brown pubic hair peeped over the top. She looked up at me, “Are you sure?” My cock was so stiff it ached. She pushed, “You’d do that to see my pussy, wouldn’t you, Weasel?” “Quit calling me Weasel!” She stared across the table at my cock. “Maybe you’re more of a ferret.” She giggled. “So, are you going to do it?” “You go first.” She lowered her pants until the waistband was just below her crotch. When she moved her feet apart, a perfect camel toe became exposed. My cock jerked. “Now it’s your turn.” Kim’s expression was excited. “What if mom walks in on us?” “She won’t come out until lunchtime.” My sister watched avidly as I put my hand round my cock. I started masturbating, my eyes drifting from her cunt to her tits and back again. With private parts on show, it didn’t take long for me to splash cream over the heap of cereal in my plate – a streamer that shot right across the tabletop as well. To her delight, my ejaculate spurted three more times, the last of the load falling completely in the bowl. Kim was looking awed. I sat down, feeling weak, and she stayed standing, staring at the white mess on the table. It had almost reached her unfinished bowl cereal. She looked up. “Now go ahead and eat your breakfast or I’ll cover up.” I reached for the carton of milk. “No milk. Just with natural yoghurt on it.” I tried to kid myself that’s all it was and took a spoonful of splattered cereal into my mouth. It tasted a little salty and had a smell of its own. I swear that if Kim hadn’t still been showing me her cunt I never would have been able to do it. Kim spoke up, “Give me your spoon for a moment.” I handed it across unquestioningly. Grains of cereal were stuck to it. She can an edge through the cum on the table, scooping it up, then held the spoon over my bowl and let the contents drizzle off over the cereal. “Open your mouth.” “What?” “Open your mouth.” Still standing, she leant forward, her labia almost sitting on the edge of the tabletop, and put the spoon in my mouth I never thought I’d ever taste my own cum, with or without cereal. I heard her giggling. “Now finish your breakfast,” she said. “Only if you stay like that.” She looked down at where I was staring. “Do you like that?” She pushed her thighs against the wooden edge of the table, making her labia stick out more. They were sparsely covered with fine hairs. “Would you like to see me masturbate?” I just looked back at her, shocked. She moved round the edge of the table. It was oblong but had rounded corners. She stopped against the first one she came to and brought her pussy down to the edge and started rubbing its lips against the polished wood. Pretty soon the corner started to look slick, as if it had been newly oiled. She pushed harder into it and, flexing her legs, bounced up and down, moving faster all the time. Sounds of pleasure were coming from her throat but I was sure she was holding them back as much as she could so they didn’t reach our mother’s ear. Her cunt was making squelching noises against the wood. The corner of the table pressed into her pink slit, which appeared and disappeared as it drove up and down. She suddenly threw her head back, her clenched teeth emitting, “OOOOH!” Her breath caught. “RRRRRRRH!” I tensed, in case mom heard. When I looked down Kim’s legs were clamped together. There was a slick wetness on her thighs as if her cunt had flooded as she came. She collapsed back on her chair, panting. Recovering a few moments later, she insisted on spoon-feeding me the rest of the cereal in my bowl. Each time she leant across the table her bare tits thrust out between the flaps of her pyjama coat. Once down to the last spoonful, however, looking straight into my eyes, she took the cereal into her own mouth. There had to be cum sticking to the spoon, even though none had been visible on the grains left in my bowl. She licked the inside of the spoon, looking at me meaningfully. I realised then that, under the usual animosity Kim showed towards me, she was hiding feelings that maybe went deeper than just wanting to show her privates to me. I felt repulsed then curious. “What?” she said. “Nothing.” She started doing up her pyjama coat. “Didn’t you know that girls could bring themselves off?” “No,” I said honestly, feeling a new closeness to her. She stared at me. “This is your fault you know.” “How!” “Telling me what Kevin Morrissey said.” “You don’t fancy him do you?” “What girl doesn’t.” “So, I suppose you’d be willing to show your cunt to him too?” “Jealous, Weasel?” She lifted off the seat momentarily to pull her PJs up. “Course I’m not! You’re my kid sister.” “And you’re a perv!” “What does that make you?” “A perv pleaser.” She grinned at her own cleverness. “I could think of another name for it.” “Shut up, Weasel.” I knew what the boys would be calling her after Chandler’s revelations, and so did she. Maybe that was the driver for what she’d just done – knowing it was safer to express her sexuality with me. I couldn’t help thinking she needed to get her confidence back. “So,” I asked her, “would you like me to arrange for Kev to see your cunnie in private?” The next day I was having a cold drink with Kev on the porch when Kim came out with a frosted Pepsi bottle of her own. She sat on the rail in the sun, wearing tight shorts and a shirt with the tails tied together at the front, exposing her toned little midriff. “Just you two here,” she said without greeting us. “What did you expect?” “I dunno. Maybe more of your other gawky friends hanging around, I guess.” Despite being obnoxious at the start, Kim chatted for a while and flirted with Kevin without giving him too much of a come-on. Finally, draining her Pepsi, she got off the rail. “Excuse me for a moment.” It was the signal she and I had arranged. As soon as she was inside, I said urgently to Kev, “Come on!” “Where are we going?” He hurriedly followed after me. “Round the back of the house. I think Kim’s gone inside to take a piss.” “So?” “We can take a peek at her doing it.” The bathroom of our house faced into an enclosed yard planted with trees and shrubs. Breaking with convention, the interior of the bathroom was open to view from the garden, with two floor-to-ceiling glass doors that opened in. [It had been my father’s idea before he ran off with a younger woman.] There were shades you could pull down if you needed privacy. In the summer, though, especially a hot one like this, the doors were usually left wide open during the day. (It was the custom to let anyone in the house know if you had a reason to go round the back. Not that I thought about that this time, though.) We were concealed, and looking into the bathroom through the shrubbery, by the time the inside door opened and Kim came through. She had delayed her arrival to give us time. “Jeez!” I heard Kev utter. Kim deliberately didn’t look outside, though she might have heard Kev. She went over to the white porcelain bowl facing the external doorway. Kev sucked in his breath. “She isn’t really going too…” Kim stood still, facing our way, and pulled down her shorts. Her panties were white and cut high on her thighs. She took that garment down too, acting as if she didn’t know we were out there. For a moment she didn’t move, standing with her pants round her ankles, and then she kicked them off her bare feet. Kev was spellbound. Or was that both of us? Kim backed up to the toilet bowl without putting the seat down, and spread her long shapely legs on either side of it. Needless to say, though at a distance, we had a good view of her pussy. She only half squatted and then a golden stream leapt out from between her legs. My mouth fell open, and so did Kevin’s. The flow into the bowl eased to a trickle and stopped. Kim reached for the toilet paper, made a wad then wiped the hairs round her cunt. She tossed the damp tissue in the bowl and flushed it. Without putting her pants back on, she went over to the washbasin, stood side on to us, and cleansed her hands. She dried them on a towel afterwards, standing with her back to us so that we could see her cute butt. We thought she’d dress again but instead she came over to the open doorway looking onto the garden. Nude from the waist down, she lifted her hands above her head and held the doorframe. Then she opened her legs. “Who’s she showing herself off to?” Kev hissed quietly, looking around to see if there were any windows in neighbouring properties overlooking the yard. “I dunno,” I said quickly. “Maybe she’s just drying her fanny in the sunshine.” “Shit! You can see everything between her legs!” The bright sunlight lit her lithe body, silhouetting it against the shadows at the back of the bathroom. Kev asked incredulously, forgetting it was my sister we were perving at, “Did you see her pee?” “Yeah,” I said. Kev's fingers were fumbling at his flies. He took his cock out and started teasing it to attention. “I just hope she stays like that,” he uttered fervently. I looked at his stiff cock. “I guess she will for long enough for you to jerk off.” “I hear she doesn’t let guys fuck her,” he whispered, wanking breathlessly in front of me, unabashed, and keeping his eyes on Kim. “She hasn’t turned sixteen yet.” Kim put one hand down and started petting her pussy hair. Kev’s heavy breathing caught. “When’s her birthday?” “Next month.” “I’d love to be the first in that snatch!” Kim was insinuating a finger of her own into her slit. “Fuck! She’s diddling herself!” “Shut up,” I hissed, “or she’ll hear you.” If she had, she pretended otherwise. Kevin was wanking even more vigorously than before. He looked down at my crotch, likely wondering, given he could see the bulge in my shorts, why I wasn’t taking advantage of the opportunity. Kim had her finger well into her hole now, a rapt look on her face. Suddenly, she made a pretence of looking startled. “Is someone out there?” She pulled her finger out, exposing the pinkness of her pussy lips, then put her hands over her pubes to cover them from view. “Shit!” I heard Kev say. “Who’s there?” Kim called softly. We boys both froze. This wasn’t part of what she and I had planned. “I know someone’s there,” Kim said, stepping down onto the path. She came directly towards our hiding place, taking her hands away from her crotch, no longer hiding her sex. She came abreast of the lane of shrubbery we were concealed behind, and stared, catching Kev in the act of trying to stuff his six and a half inches back into his shorts. “What’s that you’re holding?” she asked Kevin, looking at the swollen member he was trying to hide with his hands. She accused, “You were watching me, weren’t you.” “It was Pete’s idea.” “You’re dirty boys,” she scolded, making us feel like she was the older one. “Show it to me,” she ordered. He stared at her numbly. “I want to see your cock.” She knelt down to be on the same level we were, concealing herself in the vegetation. She did not seem bothered that she was half naked in front of us. Coming alive, Kevin, as requested, gladly showed off his sex organ for her. “Now I want to see yours,” she told me. Not bashful, only because she’d seen it before, I undid my flies and produced my cock for her. She reached out and wrapped her right hand round it then took Kevin’s in her left. My cock thrilled to the touch, even though it was in my sister’s hand. “They’re both so hard!” she breathed. Her nipples had visibly stiffened under her shirt. ‘This is wrong,’ I thought. It didn’t matter that she wasn’t a blood relation – that my parents had adopted her as a baby. We’d been brought up together as brother and sister. She squeezed our cocks gently, letting the heads peep out of her hands as she pulled the foreskins all the way back. “I just love the little holes in the tips,” she enthused. “You both have such nice stiffies!” She bent forward and put her lips over the tip of Kevin’s cock and kissed it. Then she did the same to mine but lingered longer, her tongue briefly touching my opening. I just about came! Her blue eyes looked bright with excitement. “I want to suck them and lick them! They’re so big and juicy-looking.” She eyed our mastheads like they were hotdogs between toasted buns. But those weren’t the sorts of buns we had on our minds to put them between. Kevin was looking at Kim adoringly. She held up our cocks for her own visual stimulation, not seeming to want to pursue the wish she’d just expressed. “You can lick and suck mine,” Kev said, finding his voice, not seeming bothered by being in our garden with my half naked kid sister holding his dick. Kim said, “I want to lick them both together.” “Okay.” It was clear Kevin would do anything she wanted if it involved his cock. She told us how she wanted to do it. Kev and I had to kneel up close, facing each other. Our cocks didn’t touch until Kim tried to bring them together. The combined girth was too great for her small hand though and she had to settle for supporting them in her open palm. She squeezed her blonde and brown head in between our bellies and began licking along the ribbed shafts, moving down towards one shiny glans then back to the other. She wasn’t the only one doing heavy breathing. We could smell the musk from her bare cunt and, occasionally, each time she shifted her weight from one knee to the other, a wet sound. While being licked sent shivers of pleasure down my cock, I wasn’t prepared for the sensation when she slipped the glans of my penis between her lips and started sucking on it like it was a Popsicle. I felt as if I was going to explode! Probably sensing it, she stopped sucking and slid her tongue down my tingling shaft until she came to Kevin’s cock-head, and sucked that into her luscious mouth instead. The more oral activity she practised on the two of us, as the minutes ticked by, the better she got at it. She kept letting her lips slide back off each cock-head in turn so that, covered with her saliva and our pre-cum, it popped out of her mouth. She only released each one so that she could suck the flaring head back into her mouth. As soon as she figured one of us was close to coming she would stop and move to the other’s boner. When she stopped doing it, and took her hand from under our cocks, we both groaned. She had another order for us, “Now I want you to take your pants off and lie on your backs side by side.” How could we deny a goddess as sexy as my kid sister? We’d just settled when we heard the inside door of the bathroom opening. It had to be my mother. Kevin tried to sit up but I held him down. “Oh Kim!” we heard her exclaim out loud in exasperation. “Won’t you ever learn to be tidy?” She must have found Kim’s discarded shorts and underwear. None of us dared look. We huddled in the shrubbery, us two boys on our backs and Kim bending over to make sure her head wasn’t visible through the sparser foliage at the top. We heard the toilet flush. A few moments later, the bathroom door closed again. A collective sigh of relief came from the three of us. Kim’s attention returned to our male members, which had become a little floppy, what with the interruption to our horny mood. “We’ll have to fix those,” she said. She climbed up Kev’s legs until she was straddling him. She lowered her crotch, letting it make contact, then started rubbing it externally against his cock, her labia and slit running up and down his shaft until it was as stiff as before. Next she moved over to straddle me and do the same. I could feel her soft wetness on my cock, and the hairs round her cunt. When she was satisfied with the state of my cock too, she swung her leg off and knelt up to look at us. “Did you like that?” We dumbly stared at her magic pussy, wishing it was still touching us. “Would you like to fuck me then?” The invitation was addressed to us both. “Properly, you mean?” Kevin spoke up. “Actually in your fuck-hole?” “That’s usually where boys want to stick their things, isn’t it?” “Yes, please!” Kim grinned wickedly. “What about you, Pede?” She said it “Pee-dee”, like she’d tried to pronounce my name when she was little. There was just a touch of bashfulness in her manner towards me now. “Do you want to?” I faced an immense quandary. This was my own sister offering to take my virginity! “Go on,” Kevin urged. I guess he was afraid Kim might change her mind if I didn’t participate. I looked down at the precious pink place between her legs then up to her face again. I felt stupefied. “It’s alright to do it,” she said. “Of course it is,” Kev encouraged. “Guys fuck their sisters all the time.” “You haven’t fucked yours,” I accused. “Some guys then,” he modified his assertion. “Kim wants you to do her.” I looked back at Kim’s face. I said, “We don’t have any rubbers.” “That’s okay,” she smiled at us sweetly. “I kind of want to feel you in me raw.” At the thought of my cock touching her, inside, my organ jerked where it stood up in the warm air. “What about…” “I’m safe,” she cut me off. “You can spurt your stuff right in me. Kev too.” Kevin looked like he couldn’t believe his luck. “So, will you fuck me,” my little sister who wasn’t a sister asked me. I made an impulsive decision, “If neither of you ever tells anyone about it.” “We won’t,” they promised in unison, full of earnest sincerity from being so horny. “Then let’s fuck,” Kim said eagerly, swinging her bare leg back over me again. On her knees, bent forward, she was looking down into my face. “I haven’t done this before," she said. "You’ll both be the first.” That meant neither of us knew how to do it exactly, and I doubted Kev was any street-smarter. [It was a long time ago, when kids hadn’t lost their innocence.] Kim spread her knees further apart, stretching her thighs across me, her cunt-hole fishing for the head of my cock where it stiffly dangled under her belly. We couldn’t seem to connect in the right place. Then she reached behind her legs and gripped my shaft to lead the top to her evasive entrance. I guess I expected it would go right in but it stuck, the gap it was pressing into feeling too small to penetrate. Everything was slippery though and I was anxious the head of my cock might fall out of her entrance. “I think you have to push,” she said. I tried experimentally. The pressure round the lower part of my cock-head didn’t give way though. Her cunt entrance felt like a tight rubber ring – the kind they put round lambs’ tails to make them drop off. I had visions of getting my cock in and then having it turn black and blue. It was already so stiff it was almost painful. “Try again,” she pleaded. This time, as I pushed up, she pushed down. My cock slid through with ease, and into her softness. I was no longer in aching frustration but seventh heaven. I can’t spell the sort of noise that had come out of her throat. It was somewhere between a gurgle, a grunt, and a long sigh of satisfaction. Only the entrance still felt tight. Inside, she was kind of squishy. I was still aware of something like a fleshy pipe elastically gripping my cock. ‘She’s not a blood relative,’ I kept telling myself. ‘This is like fucking any other girl.’ But, as I looked up at her face in adulation, it was still my sister. She looked back at me fondly, whispering, “Do you like being inside me?” “I’ve never felt anything so good!” She giggled and her cunt rippled against my cock. She said breathily, “I guess there isn’t anything else like it, is there?” I looked up at her happily, a little anxious, saying, “Do I feel okay?” She let her eyelids close and open. “Just perfect,” she murmured. “But I’d better let Kevin have a turn before he feels left out.” She lowered her lips to kiss me, which made the wrong thing we were doing seem even worse. “I’ll be back shortly,” she promised huskily. She lifted off me, my cock making a plopping sound as it came out of her tight hole. I turned my head and watched her straddle Kevin. He didn’t seem to have the trouble getting in that I’d had. Our cocks were about the same size, and I guessed mine had stretched Kim’s hole, making it easier for him. I suppose I should have felt jealous, or even outraged that he was poking my sister right beside me. I just didn’t feel possessive, under the kinky circumstances, and after what I’d done I could hardly blame him doing her. I just hoped having sex with me meant more to her. After she’d held him inside her for a while, she pulled off. His cock, as it slid out, was shiny with her juice. She squatted over me this time, and first of all untied her shirt and unbuttoned it. Then she held my stiff cock up and impaled herself, sliding it through the tight little ring. Inside, her cunt felt as firm as before and even more slippery. Sitting on me, but leaning forward, she took my hands and brought them up to her tits. Each one fitted without much to spare outside the ring of my fingers. Her nipples rested against my palms, feeling rubbery and taut. She was breathing heavily, and I realised I was too. Somewhere in her depths my cock-head had come to a stop in warm sponginess. My swollen organ stuck up, leaving me visualizing it penetrating past her navel inside, but I guess it hadn’t really. I looked down between us and could see her pink inner labia gripping the end of my shaft, as if peeled open round it. Her outer labia were spread wide. I resisted the sensation coursing down from my groin, reacting desperately by thinking of a backward-flowing river. “Kev’s turn again,” she whispered, lifted off me, moved over and, kneeling across him, substituted his cock in her cunt for mine. I felt bereft, my balls aching with need. She let Kevin touch her breasts too. It was more stimulation than he could take. He thrust up, his body in a spasm, and I knew he was coming inside her. They both groaned like cats mating. They lay together for minutes, panting, Kim’s chest resting on his. Finally, she pulled herself off. His cock had gone limp, and her juice and his clung to it wetly. I could smell the strong odour of her cunt and his jism. Then she was on top of me again. She fed one of her nipples into my mouth. Instinctively I nipped and sucked at it. She groaned again and reached for my cock. This time her cunt felt looser, as if it had expanded. Instead of holding still, as she had before, she lifted her cunt up and down on my cock as if she had an itch and was rubbing it against a post. The friction felt sensational! The more she did it, the further she seemed to sink down on my cock, until I could feel her spongy outer labia pressing against my pubic bone. She stopped pumping me then and just rode against the hardness pressing into her. It was like she’d found the centre of her itchiness. Her cunt felt elongated and I was even deeper in it than before. I rode with her, feeling the wetness dribbling out on my balls. We both started making guttural noises and then I came – a rush, followed by another, and then uncontrollable spasms. The sensation of pleasure – infinitely more overwhelming than masturbating to a climax – was so great that it blew my mind for a moment. Then Kim’s cunt went into rhythmic waves along my cock and I just knew I’d brought her to a second orgasm. We clung to each other afterwards, my hands on her bare waist. I wanted to stay inside her forever but my cock couldn’t remain hard. Strong muscles in the slippery walls my cock had snuggled in were expelling me. I popped out. “Aw,” she said with a sigh as if no part of her had been responsible for it. Rolling off me, she lay on her back between us, on the small patch of lawn amid the shrubbery. We all felt drained, I reckon. Kim started buttoning up her shirt. That seemed silly when she was bare below the waist. She said to us, “You guys had better get dressed and scoot.” Turning towards Kev, she kissed him on the lips, and then turned back to me and did the same. With that farewell she leapt up, showing us her peach-shaped white cheeks, below her shirt, as she retreated to the path,. We knelt up and watched her running into the bathroom. She closed the outside doors, giving us a last glimpse of her half nude silhouette, and then drew the shades. “Fuck!” Kevin said. “I never expected your sister would let us do her!” He looked at my limp cock then at his as if he couldn’t believe they’d been in the same place. “And I thought my sister was hot!” “This stays between you and me,” I warned him. “As far as we know, Kim doesn’t fuck boys, right? That’s the way it stays.” “Hell, I don’t want to go to jail for letting on I've done someone under sixteen.” He paused. “You’re a lucky devil, though, getting to live with her after this. In a month she’ll be legal… Well, at least for other guys.” “She’s adopted,” I said, “so we really aren’t brother and sister.” That was when I stopped thinking of Kim as my kid sister and started considering the possibilities

Kate's Unfortunate Series of Events by mrsalpaca PART 4 It was a very sunny late summer day in August, one of the hottest they had in the mountainous lake valley area where their grandfather’s house resided. But the already sweltering morning heat was one of the last things on Kate’s mind as she passed through the almost fairytale-like small town streets surrounded by shops, boutiques, cafes, and gardens. Kate was out on a jog today and lost in her thoughts. In the aftermath of everything that happened this summer and since my last introspection before.. yesterday's awful events.. I really didn’t know what to think anymore. How could things possibly become this bad? I thought after my brothers saw my shaved pussy for the first time, saw me cum during the pussy inspection and “cleaned” me with their handkerchiefs, the worst would have happened and the universe would let me off the hook - alas an apparently unrealistic point of view. It felt like it was inevitable before I experienced another event in what seemed like this series of unfortunate events. I needed to get out of the house and thus I had gone jogging early in the day before everyone else had woken up. Everything ached.. and frustratingly not all in a painful way. Sure, my ass hurt from being spanked, my now over rubbed tender nipples and breasts brushed irritatingly against my long sleeve shirt, and my limbs were quite sore from having been pulled apart against my will while I fought to close them to cover myself. When I changed into my favourite running attire (a long sleeve shirt and leggings), I could quite easily see the finger marks made into my pale complexion - running through much of my body. But I had been made to cum five times yesterday and I hated that my pussy now ached pleasurably in being used like that. I was really tired too. When I realized that I was going to become an impromptu sex education model during my shaving punishment, I had to try to put my foot down and stop the boys from pulling my arms and legs apart, the only thing hiding my naked body from their hungry eyes. Being several years older than most of them and an athlete, I was physically stronger but having them all focus on one body part each at once made fighting a fruitless endeavor. It was so humiliating that I couldn’t pull my legs closed and stop them all from seeing my 18 year old pussy - even worse that I couldn’t cover my breasts with my arms when my bra was unclasped and tossed carelessly aside. I couldn't do anything as my legs were opened with my pussy shaved and spread all for their "education." They were all younger than me and shouldn’t have seen any of me naked in such detail but they did. As I brought back these experiences, my face had become totally flushed and one of the bakery ladies waved at me as I passed her. She probably thought I was just flushed from running in the morning heat with no clue of the real mortifying reason for my blushing. It killed me that it was my reality now. I could have dealt with the physical pain and tiredness because volleyball practice was more demanding, but no, it was the emotional impact that really bothered me. Yes, it was my fault for not having kept up with my shaving routine but it was at this moment that I realized even an easily fixable mistake like that could turn into something huge. What was supposed to be a quick shaving session turned into an absolute nightmare. I could not have been more unlucky and embarrassed that now it wasn’t just my two brothers and grandpa seeing me exposed, but also Jacob, James, and shamefully TODD! I couldn’t believe it. Not only did Todd, “The Creep”, see me fully naked but he also was allowed to touch me in ways no boy closer to my age had ever done. He touched my pussy, slipped his fingers inside, rubbed my clit, pulled apart my labia, pinched and licked my nipples (I gagged remembering this), and basically ran his chubby hands over every part of my body - the body of the girl he had been lusting for almost a decade. I was nearly a woman now and I had been so humiliated by someone who was so beneath me. I was fighting the urge to cry on the way back to the house. They all had seen everything and what frightened me the most was that my body was turned on by the humiliation. Before I had asked myself if I was somehow attracted to being humiliated, caught naked, coerced in fear of punishment and refused to believe it, but now I wasn’t so sure. I knew yesterday had been the wettest and most aroused I had ever been. It was terrifying to think that my body got so easily aroused by this. I knew I felt uncomfortable and my mind didn’t like it - but what did it mean when my body involuntarily reacted? I shook my head in distaste. Today was supposed to be a little bit different. Just before bed time, grandpa received a call from the local hospital saying that his brother (my great uncle) had recovered sufficiently from his pneumonia to be able to return home and be observed in an outpatient setting. I really liked my great uncle Larry, he was genuinely a good person but he had been going through alot of health issues lately. I was happy that he was able to be released from the hospital after these long months of hearing his condition over my parent’s phones. His returning home would create a new environment at grandpa’s house however. Since Larry’s house was closer to the hospital, it made sense for him to live there instead of with my grandpa. Grandpa was planning to pack a weekend bag and come help him settle in for a couple days. I suppose having less of his leering eyes on me in the house was better, but this would mean that I would be left home alone with my two younger brothers and potentially their friends. Would they get bolder because of this news? ****** When she got back to the house, Kate breathed a sigh of relief that her two brothers were still asleep. Grandpa was out at the hospital right now filling discharge paperwork and taking great uncle Larry home before briefly coming back to the house to gather his overnight bag. This gave her the opportunity to take a quick shower and get changed into clean but more importantly, baggy and less revealing clothes. There wasn’t much longer to the summer so maybe her best chance was to either be a hermit in her room or find more reasons to leave the house during the day. However, it bothered her that she was going to be left in charge and if her brothers did anything wrong during her absence, Kate would most likely get the punishment. It was funny to think there was once a time in the past where younger Kate had control and bossed her younger siblings around. They all used to play-wrestle and Kate was once able to take on both of them simultaneously. That had all changed when the boys started going through puberty and growing to be almost her size. Along with their growth, also came a sudden interest in the opposite sex. After an incident during play wrestling where both boys had worked together to hold Kate in a position where they could brush against her developing breasts and pull down her clothing in hopes of revealing something, it was clear that the time for play-wrestling was over. But she was still taller than them, the vice captain of her volleyball team, and probably able to take on at least one of them at a time. Maybe it was time she took charge of the dynamic again, Kate thought. Sneaking past her brother's room with quiet footsteps, Kate entered her room and gathered a large bath towel, clean clothes, and her shaving kit before whisking away into the bathroom. After all the previous events, the one thing she made sure of was that she wouldn’t give grandpa another excuse to punish her and shaving as often as she could was a significantly smaller price to pay in exchange. ****** *BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG* Mitch was bent over at the bathroom door with his hand in between his legs, if Kate wasn’t going to let him in soon he was going to pee his pants. “KATE, HOW LONG ARE YOU GOING TO BE IN THERE?! I NEED TO USE THE TOILET!” He could hear the shower going, hoping to the gods that Kate was able to hear him. “KAAAAAAAAATE PLEEEEASE LET ME IN!” There was a brief pause of desperation before he heard her scream out: “I WAS HERE FIRST LOSER, SUCK IT UP.” Kate grinned to herself. For the first time in a while she was pleased with herself that she was able to take a notch down on one of her tormentors. However, her relaxing shower and sudden motivation to retake initiative had put her in a mind where she wasn’t thinking fully about how her current actions might cause her to regret them later on. ****** Mitch was pissed. Storming back to the twin brothers’ shared bedroom with completely soiled bottoms had put him in a sour mood - even with all that humiliation done to their bratty stuck up older sister, she still had the guts to treat him like that (even if it was somewhat hypocritical with their treatment of her). Ryan was up and awake playing on his phone when he saw his brother come in distraught. At first he couldn’t help but laugh. “Dude, you reek. What kind of guy pisses his pants at our age?!” All it took was one of Mitch’s rare and genuinely angry glares to make Ryan sympathetic for his twin brother. “How did it happen?” "What do you think?! Kate wouldn't let me in." Mitch spat out. Ryan had a thoughtful look for a second, gears clearly turning in his head. "Wait, Kate is in the shower right now? Well obviously she can't be allowed to be the boss of us while grandpa is away so wipe yourself down, change into something clean, and let me grab last year's christmas present." Mitch was confused for a second before he realized that Ryan was talking about the amateur lockpicking kit he was gifted by great uncle Larry. The two boys smiled at each other knowingly. Time to put her back in her place. ****** Mitch couldn't help but snicker at the plan. "SHHHHHH, we have to be quiet to do this!" Ryan hissed. The two twin brothers were slowly making their way towards the bathroom door, gliding against the wall on their left side. They were careful to not make any loud footstep noises that would alert Kate to their approach. Ryan had his lockpicking kit in hand and Mitch had his phone opened to the camera app in his. Once they reached the door, Ryan opened his kit to take out two tools and was ready to start trying to open the door. Ryan had been practicing again and again for the entire year since he received the gift and now he could finally see if his hard work would pay off. Great uncle Larry had always known and shared Ryan's love for detective and spy novels, being a medically retired police intelligence officer himself. It only made sense that a lockpicking kit was the best gift for Ryan - proven obviously by how ecstatic he was when he received it in the christmas mail post. Although, Ryan did feel a little bit guilty of what his intentions were for using his lockpicking gift. He had been eager to test his skills and see if he and Mitch could prank or catch Kate naked but with their mom always around, he'd never had the opportunity to actually try.. until now that was. *CLICK* Mitch stood behind his brother at the ready with his smartphone. He had no doubt about Ryan's lockpicking skills but he was still impressed. Both boys looked at each other with satisfied smirks. Ryan nodded to his brother signaling that the plan was in motion. Mitch understood and gave a thumbs up. Ryan placed his hand on the bathroom door knob and slowly turned it open, listening in he could hear the water rushing from the showerhead. ****** Kate was in the shower as naked as can be. She had one of her smooth pale legs in the bathtub supporting her while she held up the other leg clearly in the process of shaving her bottom and feminine region. Today was going to be a better day, she thought. It was time for her to gain back some control now that grandpa was going away. She already savored the taste of vengeance when she heard Mitch swore at the moment of soiling himself. Kate smiled. It felt good to have some payback. As she continued to shave, she became lost in thought about what she was going to do next. Suddenly, Kate jolted and almost lost her balance when the shower curtain beside her had been ripped roughly aside. She was absolutely horrified that it had revealed HER TWO DEMON BROTHERS! Ryan was laughing and leering at the sight of Kate in her compromising position, looking directly at her glistening chest and her raised leg that revealed his big sister's freshly shaven pussy. Mitch was behind him holding his phone and CLEARLY TAKING PHOTO AFTER PHOTO OF HER NAKED BODY! "NOOOOOO!" Kate screamed at the sudden surprise, clearly caught unaware and slow to react before she dropped her razor and tried to cover her ample chest with one arm and her intimate slit with the other. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU GUYS DOING HERE!? I'M COMPLETELY NAKED! ARGGGGGHH I'M GOING TO KILL YOU TWO TWERPS!" Kate immediately took the arm that was covering her breasts and lunged at Mitch, trying to pry his phone out of his hand like it was the last thing she could do. Mitch however had already anticipated this, sidestepping away and started to hastily make an exit with his brother - causing Kate to become unbalanced and fall down to her knees on the edge of the bathtub. The two brothers were in the process of running out of the bathroom when Kate quickly got up on her feet and pursued them with the only goal of getting her hands on that phone. At this point, to her brothers' delight, Kate was too upset to realize that in using both arms to reach she gave an excellent show of her wet naked body with her exposed chest bouncing behind them. Unfortunately, Kate was unable to reach them in time on her slippery wet feet and the two brothers were able to enter their bedroom - slamming the door and locking it shut. "LET ME IN YOU TWERPS!" Kate slammed her hands on the door with her fists, blushing red when she could hear their laughs and ooooohs on the other side which told her that the only thing they could be doing is looking at their newly acquired prize on Mitch's phone. Her fears were exactly true as Ryan and Mitch sat on a bed together flicking through the photo gallery relishing in their victory. This phone now contained several photographs of Kate in varying positions of exposed nudity with the best photos being: 1) One before Kate covered herself, her hand holding her leg up effectively spreading and revealing her shaven pussy. 2) One with Kate covering her breasts with one arm, not realizing how big her breasts were and how futile a job she was doing trying to hide her charms away from them. It was so obvious that they could see her hardened pink nipples and pale areola poking above and below her arm. 3) Finally, one after Kate had fallen on the edge of the bathtub where she was on all fours trying to crawl towards the camera. This one made Ryan laugh because Kate had such a shocked and shamed emotion looking up at them with her bottom up in the air and her chest hanging down beautifully. Kate was genuinely distraught banging against the door as her emotions transitioned from anger to desperation. Slowly, she had begun to realize that the cards were in their hands with her nakedness now able to be put on demand.. she was mortified even more of what they could do with the photos. Not only could they share them with their friends, but the options were endless for the amount of people that Kate absolutely did not want seeing her naked period. Her crushes, crushes on her, stalkers, her ex, her creepy perverted coffee shop manager, boys in her grade, and literally anyone she knew. If these got out when she started her senior year of highschool, she would be ruined. "Please guys, don't be like this, I'm sorry okay! Mitch, I'm sorry for not letting you use the toilet - it was so low of me to do that. Please, please, PLEEEEEASE delete these photos, I promise I won't take revenge ever again and I'll do anything!" Kate became even more distressed when the laughing and gawking became silent. Ryan looked at Mitch who gave him a knowing nod and smirk. "Me and Mitch are willing to propose a deal to delete the photos as soon as summer is over and Kate did the following: 1) Did all their chores for the rest of the time they stayed at grandpa's house. 2) That she must obey any of their orders, that she must listen to them, and that she must do whatever they say starting tomorrow morning. In respect of fairness, she would have three chances to refuse a task without repercussion, however, she could not refuse two or more times in a row. In addition, if any of these rules were broken or the boys were dissatisfied - the period in which Kate was indebted would be extended and/or something would happen with the photos." Kate whined audibly. She knew they would pull something like this but she also knew she was out of her depth and also out of options. "Ugh fine." she muttered and moved back to the bathroom in shame to gather her things, get dressed, wipe up the puddles in the hall, and return to her bedroom for one last day of privacy. Ryan and Mitch were about to come out of their bedroom to catch Kate naked in the hallway again but they soon heard the sound of her bedroom door closing as she slipped away. They both grinned at each other before retiring back into their bedroom to enjoy the acquired photos and make some plans for tomorrow. Of course, they were never planning to share the photos with anyone else - well maybe perhaps Jacob, James, and Todd but the photos in their possession still served as a useful tool to influence Kate in their favor. PART 5 It was around afternoon when grandpa finally arrived home after taking great uncle Larry back from the hospital. He had noticed it was quieter than usual, though he wasn't surprised if it was because of the previous day's events. Kate had better behave this time while he was away. He planned to do a hygiene inspection on her as soon as he returned. Once grandpa had packed his overnight bag, he called out to the three siblings to come down to the front foyer. Kate was unable to look anyone in the eye as grandpa began to explain the plan and the timeline for his trip. It wasn't a surprise that Kate was put in charge of the house and the two twins while he was gone. He instructed them all to be on their absolute best behavior and then proceeded to take his leave. "Yeah, SHE definitely will be on her best behavior." Mitch whispered to his brother with a wink and a knowing smile. After bidding grandpa farewell, Kate sullenly walked up the stairs and into her room where she stayed for the rest of the day trying to savor her last day of sanctuary before whatever nightmares the next day had in store. ****** *CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG* The next morning Kate was rudely woken up by the sound of spoons hitting pots beside her bed. She could have sworn that she had locked her door the previous night and was shocked to see Mitch and Ryan beaming in anticipation of the new day. “Good morning, Kate! We hope you had a good night's rest.” Mitch rejoiced. Kate groaned, realising that her nightmare had begun. “UP UP UP! Come on, your first task of the day is to freshen up.” ordered Ryan. ****** I rolled over the covers and stood up out of bed, already irritated with my new reality. I walked past the two boys and entered the bathroom, my hand had almost closed the door behind me when I felt Ryan's hand jam between it. "Kate, from now on you have to ask us permission if you want to open or close any doors." I rolled my eyes as I put toothpaste on my brush and began to go about my normal washing up routine. Today couldn't be that hard right? Clearly they just wanted me to be a servant for them and do their chores. If that's all they asked, I would fly through the rest of this summer and their deal like it was nothing. I stopped for a moment before suddenly feeling a sense of horror come up. I had been hidden in my room all evening yesterday in shame and refused to come out in order to have as much freedom as I could before today. But in doing so, I had neglected to go to the bathroom before falling asleep and I realised I needed to pee really badly. I looked at the toilet and then at my brothers who I knew had come to the same conclusion. They gave a smirk and nodded as to what was my next task. "Please don't make me do this… you've seen and touched me naked.. you have humiliating photos of me.. please let me keep this one thing private." I pleaded. They almost looked disappointed. "Well, unless you want to use one of your three chances before we have even seriously started - I don't think you have a choice other than having to hold it in. But we both know from experience over road trips that you have a bad time with desperation, Kate." Ryan was right, there would be no way I could survive a day like this. As mortifying as it was, it would be too pathetic to use one of my three refusals already. Who knew what else these bastards had in store for me? I closed my eyes in shame as I made my way to sit down on the seat while slowly pulling down my pajama pants. I could hear them gasp seeing me "voluntarily" show them what I wore underneath. ****** Keeping her legs tightly closed together, Kate hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her purple cotton panties, and just as she had with her pajama bottoms, she pushed them down her long legs, abandoning them around her ankles. The intensity of their gazes seemed to weigh down on her. She could hardly bend back up and she could hardly breathe. She had to keep her eyes closed, she could not bear to see any of their faces. Keeping her legs flush together, she attempted to hide whatever else they might be able to see with her hands. All eyes were zeroed in on the “v” between her legs. They could barely see the beginnings of her bare crotch, all that could be seen was a small line just below her mons forming into the start of a camel toe. She could hear them whispering inappropriate things and it made her blush. "We want to see all of you, surely you can't pee like that with your legs together!" Mitch whined. That crushed any hope Kate had of maintaining her dignity in this act. She threw her arms up into the air exacerbatedly and let them fall to her side. Eyes still closed and biting her lip now in tension, Kate tentatively opened her legs to once again reveal her intimate area. The camel toe her freshly shaven lips made was deeper now, everything was clean and maintained as she was ordered. Kate surprised herself. Undoubtedly she was completely embarrassed, humiliated absolutely, but the sensation was stimulating. She was not angry like she thought she should feel. Kate mentally pushed away the idea that she was aroused that she had no choice but to let them watch her do something vulnerable. She had issues starting and was evidently pee shy. She couldn't help but imagine what the two boys were like making an audience of this spectacle when Kate began to strain and got nervous. "Well? We're waiting, you know, come on, just pretend we're not here." Ryan sighed. Kate made a shallow exhale before a thin stream appeared out of the puckered lips. She gasped and a whimper came out of her mouth when she heard her brothers come closer for a better look. They had always wondered what it looked like when a female peed and this new experience made them excited. Even with the previous multiple exposures they got of their big sister's privates, it finally made sense to them now that girls did have several holes - one of which was used for doing their business. ****** I could feel my face cringing as the sound of my flowing stream echoed in the bathroom. I didn't want to imagine behind my closed eyelids what they could be thinking about as they witnessed this. Trying to finish as quickly as I could and save myself from further humiliation, I gathered a wad of paper and wiped myself clean before hastily pulling my bottoms back up and washing my hands. Mitch and Ryan were obviously now quite content and told me that I had done well and was free to go do all of our daily chores. My face was flushed as I moved to start the rest of my day already wishing it could be over sooner. ****** It was the afternoon when Kate walked through the sunny neighbourhood returning home with a pizza delivery for her brothers and their friends. Today they decided to take advantage of grandpa’s absence and wanted to throw a little sleepover party. Kate groaned audibly. It was only the afternoon! As if this morning's bathroom incident wasn't already enough to deal with. The only thing she wanted was to go and hide in her room for the rest of the summer, something she knew was impossible with the shameful photographs taken of her exposure. On another point, perhaps unsurprisingly, both boys had decided they had the right to choose what outfit Kate was to wear. Kate looked again at her outfit. They had chosen this yellow floral sundress that she had not worn for years. Kate loved this dress as it was a summer favourite for her and apparently the boys enjoyed it too. But she had grown tall and the dress had well.. become short. Whether they chose this dress out of nostalgia, perversion, or both, Kate could not decide. Of course, they had also told her not to wear any bra or panties. "Too hot for today," they reassured unconvincingly. Kate rolled her eyes. Atleast they had the decency to let her change in private, but they were probably just too busy letting their friends in downstairs. ****** As soon as I got back and entered through the front door, I heard a loud THUMP. I cringed, hoping whatever was dropped wasn't another of grandpa's vases. Walking up the stairs, I saw that a plastic pitcher of soda had been tipped over and spilled all over the dining room floor. Mitch was standing next to it. "Hi Kate, thank you for retrieving the pizza for us! I'm afraid there's a bit of a mess here, so I'm sure you wouldn't mind cleaning it up for us while we set up the pizza?" Sighing, I put down the pizza boxes on the table and went over to get a wet floor cloth. THUMP "Whoopsie, it looks like I spilled my soda cup too! I am so terribly sorry, Kate." Mitch apologised dramatically. Ugh. He can't even bother to hide that mischievous smirk of his, of course he did this on purpose. Dropping down onto my knees, I began to mop up the spill with the cloth. "Dammit, have you learnt nothing from before!? Kate, get on your knees and arms - we want this cleaned up before it stains the floor!" Ryan complained. I fought the urge and caught myself before I audibly voiced my distaste. Bending over and wiping the floor on both arms and knees, I could clearly hear gasps and then giggles behind me. My face was flushed and my eyes closed shut in shame as if it could stop me from knowing just behind me were all the boys from the shaving incident able to see under my too short dress. ****** Mitch, and the other boys, Ryan, Jacob, Todd, and James were staring straight at Kate's exposed bottom. Today the brothers had "asked" her to wear this yellow sundress that barely reached her above knees. When their tall sister stood up straight, the material had adequately covered any of what she was wearing underneath, which was evidently nothing at all considering the show they were now seeing. They could see everything. Kate's dress did not even begin to conceal her full bottom and the glorious sight between her legs. They could see her all in detail from behind and nothing stopped the five boys from gawking at Kate's exposed vagina. They all grinned at each other, giving knowing smiles and connecting the image to a previous event where Kate was in a similar position on the coffee table - albeit more naked than she was now. ****** I blushed in deep shame, knowing that all these young boys were staring at me so hard on all fours. All I could do was listen to Ryan’s cleaning directions and try to clean up as quickly as possible before running for my bedroom when suddenly I felt a sharp pain on my butt: SLAP On instinct, I turned and gave whoever it was a vicious slap on the face. I was horrified to see that it was TODD who I had retaliated against for rudely smacking my bottom. Immediately, I ran past him down the hall into my room and hastily made to lock the door behind me when I felt it suddenly become stuck on something. It was a fat foot. Todd had followed me down the hall as I stepped into my room and tried to shut the door, but he put his foot in, pushed the door open, walked in, and locked the bedroom door behind him. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” I yelled exasperatedly. “I just wanna’ hang out with you, come on, I really like you.” Todd whined petulantly. “First off, I’m four years older than you; second, that’s not how you get girls, by acting all creepy and then forcing your way into someone’s room. Now get out!” I angrily exclaimed. Todd gave me a smirk before replying. “Fine.” But before I could react he reached out and slapped me on my butt again. I reacted by slapping him across the face for a second blow. This time I hit him pretty hard since he aggravated me and his whole face had a big red welt mark. “Get out, now!” I demanded. Todd just stood there for a minute and looked at me with a shocked expression while holding a hand on his face where I slapped him. “If I do get out now, I will call my mom to come get me and she will come in with your grandpa and I’ll tell them that you hit me. Even if you give them a reason why, you know your parents and your grandpa don't approve of violence of any kind and you’ll surely be grounded or punished worse for the rest of the year. Not to mention that my mom will make a huge deal out of anything so imagine what a scandal this incident will create.” He gave a pause, clearly looking for a reaction from me. I hated the little prick, but he had a point. Even if I told them that he slapped my bottom first, I would still get in trouble for slapping him across the face and leaving such a mark. In all likelihood they will just say that I’m the older one and that I should have handled things differently and so on and so forth until I end up grounded and/or punished more severely. I sighed. “So, now what do you want from me?” I reluctantly asked. I was more than a little nervous to hear whatever his answer was. “I promise won’t say a word about this, I’ll even say that I bumped into something in the bathroom if they ask about the mark on my face. They'll believe that, everyone thinks I'm clumsy anyways.” Todd mused. “Okay, so what’s the catch?” I muttered suspiciously. He looked at me up and down and I immediately covered my chest with my arms feeling self conscious. “Just lift up your dress a little bit for me.” “NO WAY, YOU PERVERT!” I said with a disgusted look on my face. “Sounds good! Let me just pull out my phone right now and then I’ll te…” “Wait, stop! Please!" I begged. Todd's eyes immediately lit up at the change in my behaviour. "Fine, fine, fine, I’ll lift it just a bit.” I sighed dejectedly. Since I was pretty sure that he had never been this close in proximity to another girl besides me in his life for more than a second, I gave in and hoped that showing him a little skin would get me out of this situation. Reaching down, I held onto the hem of my yellow sundress and lifted it just an inch to reveal a little more of my creamy pale thighs. Todd had his eyes glued on my legs and immediately asked to see more. I just wanted him out of my room, so I lifted more to about an inch below my butt. “Honestly, Kate, this isn’t enough. For this much showing I’d just rather tell.” I bit my lip cringingly. Taking a breath and I lifted a bit more, exposing the bottom of my pussy. Todd just smiled, this being the third time he had ever seen a real life girl’s pussy - with all of those experiences being humiliatingly all from me, the girl he was fantasizing his whole life about. “Come on now, just show the whole thing to me and I’ll keep my end of the deal. I promise.” Todd winked. Against my better judgement, I pulled the sundress a bit higher up to my hips. We were facing each other and now he had a full view of my naked pussy. I was about to cry in shame. I kept my legs tight together but he could easily see the front of my plump pussy lips and the camel toe that was forming between my legs as a result. My face was red with absolute embarrassment at the reality of exposing myself “willingly” like this in front of a creep like him. Todd was entranced and just kept staring at it in awe. “Okay Todd, I think you’ve had enough of a look..” I said, already lowering the dress to cover myself again. “No! My face really hurts, and I’m pretty sure it will leave a mark for a few days at least.” he argued back. I looked at his chubby face and it was looking pretty bad with a bruise already forming. I was slightly impressed with myself, I had been an outside hitter in volleyball and really smacked him as hard as I could. “I just wanna see a little more, then I’m gone, I promise.” I shot an angry look at him. “You said that before, you idiot.” I mentioned, shaking my head. However, I had no choice in this matter. I lifted the sundress back up, this time higher past my belly button and over my large breasts. Todd kept oggling my now fully exposed body with that stupid satisfied smile on his face while I just held the dress up like that, displaying myself to a person I hated more than anyone at that moment. “Seen enough!?” I asked irritated. "Just give me five minutes to touch you and that’s it.” “No way!” I instinctively crossed an arm over my breasts and a hand cupping my pussy. “Okay, I’ll drop the facade now. Kate, you don’t get any choice in this regardless because Mitch and Ryan both explained to me your.. hilarious shower photography situation. So whether you are willing or not, while I have not seen the photos, the brothers will do whatever they threaten as soon as I tell them you are acting bratty and disobedient. Come on, just five to ten minutes and that’s it, I swear!” I was crushed. Five to ten minutes!? I knew that my body was already reacting to this total humiliation and beneath the hand cupping my pussy from his view, I could feel the wetness building. “Seven minutes, I’ll be counting them and that’s it!” I spat out. I couldn’t believe that I agreed to seven whole minutes but I had made an assumption going for the bare minimum time would only result in a longer length of mortification. I had already exposed my naked body to him, so if I could have him out of here as efficiently as possible with him keeping his mouth shut forever, it was worth it. Todd stepped in closer and put his hands out, not knowing where or what to touch first. Like a kid in a candy shop, he went for the closest thing he could have his chubby hands on. He cupped my breasts with both hands and gave them a slight squeeze. Noting their firmness and squeezed some more, this time harder. I just stood there keeping my dress lifted and looked the other way. I could see in the corner of my vision how dilated his pupils were when he touched real female breasts for the second time in his life. He then released his grip and rubbed my nipples with his thumbs. I immediately squirmed at the sensitivity and I felt my thighs begin to tremble below. Todd noticed that I had an involuntary reaction to that and tried it again. My sensitive nipples were getting hard and this encouraged him even more. He pinched them a few times and they got even harder, grabbing them between his fingers and starting to roll them, slow at first and then faster while pulling outwards and squeezing tighter. “Ouch, that hurts! Please stop that.” I lied, trying to pull away from his fingers. I hated that it wasn’t fully pain that I felt but pure pleasure coursing through my body. It felt like electric shocks were coming directly to my vagina from my nipples. “My time’s not up yet, you know.” he said, continuing his assault on my left breast with one hand. I bit hard on my lower lip and shut my eyes when he trailed his other hand down my tummy and onto a very dangerous place where I had to actively keep myself from making any noises. Brushing against it teasingly, he reached around my body and instead grabbed onto my bottom cheeks, groping it and jiggling its heft with his palm. I’m pretty sure he didn’t have a plan for what he was doing and assumed he knew that he had to feel as much as he could in his remaining time. So, without hesitation he reached with his hand back around down onto my pussy, pushing my legs apart and cupping onto my pussy mound with his entire palm. I flinched a little uncomfortably at this almost collapsing from my standing position, having to steady myself on his shoulder with one of my hands. I had not lost count in my head and there were still four minutes left of this nightmare! I wanted to escape so badly but I stood still knowing that it would eventually be over. He began to rub up and down the entire length of my opening with special attention to my ever sensitive clitoris. “Kate, you’re sooo… wet down here. Why this reaction every time? Do you get off on being humiliated like this?” he smirked while continuing to mash his fingers up and down my pussy lips. I didn’t reply. Taking up in my wetness, Todd took his soaked hand up to his mouth for a brief moment and tasted it. “You’re disgusting!” I cringed. “Mhmmm, who knew that stuck-up Kate Meyer’s pussy would be so sweet tasting!” he laughed mockingly. I’m sure the bastard must have been in absolute heaven with his hands on a naked girl for the second time in his life. The same girl that he’s been drooling over for the past years since he became friends with my little brothers and started hanging around here. His chubby fingers started exploring between my lips and I gasped out loud when his hand parted my folds and two of his fingers easily slipped inside. I pulled away quickly and dropped my dress back over my body even though he still had his two fingers hooked inside me with a “come hither” movement. If I didn’t stop him soon, stroking my g-spot like this was going to make me cum. “That’s it, time is up. Now get the hell out of my bedroom!” “You know, for an upcoming highschool senior and future nurse, you’re very bad at counting. I think I was counting on four minutes, but since you clearly forgot, I’ll say we still have five minutes left.” I wanted so badly to slap him again. I hung in my head in shame, letting out an exasperated sigh that accidentally sounded more like a moan because HIS FINGERS WERE STILL AGONIZINGLY INSIDE ME! “Here, let me do you a good one. How about you take off your dress all the way, get down your back, pull down my bottoms, and get me off while I get you off? If we both climax before the five minutes, I’ll let you out early. Fair enough?” Todd offered. My face went from aroused and red to completely pale at this request. I hesitantly looked down and noticed a large bulge in his shorts before I looked back up into his eyes that showed me he was serious. I hated the bloody bastard. I didn’t want to let him win, but I did want him out as soon as I could. Besides, as much as I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction, the reality was that I was on the edge of cumming on his fingers irregardless. "Fine, let’s get this over with.” I gripped onto the bottom of my dress and pulled it over my head which left me completely naked from head to toe. Kneeling down at first, I reached out and pulled his shorts down to his knees to see his fat bulge poking from behind his boxers. I almost gagged at the sight of precum soaking the fabric where his tip was. I put out my hand to grip it over Todd’s boxers before he interrupted me. “Oh no, that won’t do. You have to take them off all the way!” he demanded. I would have gone for 10 million exhausting volleyball footwork drills than be in this moment and see what Todd’s bulge looked like under his boxers. Already regretting my decision, I put my hands in his underwear and pulled it down. As the waist band passed over his penis, it popped out and pointed up straight at me. He was already leaking and rock hard. I wanted to die because I knew it was because of me. Todd was fairly large, it was almost comical how it contrasted with his short fat body but I didn’t let that thought out to him. His balls were very tight, like he hadn’t ejaculated in forever, although he also seemed like the kind of guy that would masturbate three times a day. I grabbed the shaft with one hand and he flinched, then I rubbed it a bit and his breathing immediately intensified. His face was red and I could feel his pulse in my hand. I wasn’t really trying to give him any pleasure in this, but I didn’t want this to be longer than it needed to, so I just started moving my hand up and down along the entire length of his stiff erection. While I did this, Todd suddenly pushed me onto the floor so I was lying on my back while he knelt down above me. I spread my legs open voluntarily for him so we could just get this done as soon as possible but it was mostly because I was really desperate to cum. While he put his left hand on my breast to toy with my nipple and steady himself, his right hand shot towards my pussy and re-entered into that frustratingly slow “come hither” motion against my g-spot. I couldn’t help but whimper through my attempts to keep quiet in fear of the boys outside coming in. I hoped their rowdy laughs and the movie they were playing was enough to silence them from barging in on us like this. Todd just kept looking intensely at my hand and at what I was doing to him, already beginning to let out soft moans. His dream was coming true, he was being given a handjob by his number one most fantasized person. After some time a few grunts escaped his mouth and I knew he was close. I was quite certain that this was the first time any girl has touched him in this way, or any other way for that matter. I started moving my hand faster in sync with his fingers inside my pussy and after a few more fast strokes I felt it pulsate in my hand. I tried directing it away from my body, but he was so stiff that I couldn’t bend it at all, so the first jet of liquid went straight onto my heaving chest followed by more jets on my neck and down my hand. As soon as he stopped ejaculating I let go of him, still erect and pointing up. He was breathing hard and just looked down at his now satisfied part and at my cum coated body. He looked down at me in disbelief. Finally after some silence, he broke it saying, “wow, I’ve never had anyone do that for me before, that was amazing, I mean…” “You stopped.” “What?” “I still need to cum, I can’t believe I’m asking this but I am because I really need to fucking cum. So, put your fingers back inside me and get me off, you idiot!” I yelled at him, annoyed. Lost in his orgasm, he completely forgot about getting me off and stopped abruptly which was not a pleasant sensation. My legs were shaking and the only thing on my mind was having my climax and relieving the tension inside me. I continued to yell at him, my voice shaking with heavy breaths and voice breaks. “Just shut up about how I gave you a handjob and get me off. You’ve got what you wanted and more than we agreed on and this is all I want right now.. please.” I begged. It hurt me that I had just willingly asked him to finger me. I knew the truth at that moment. I loved being humiliated. I loved being blackmailed. I loved being punished. It turned me on like nothing else and the evidence was only more present at the way my pussy was leaking in arousal right now. However, instead of doing the deal we set out to do and him potentially gaining the satisfaction of making me cum on all his efforts, Todd just pulled his underwear up, then his shorts, and opened the door. “W-what are you doing?!” I whisper shouted at him. Todd smiled softly. “Yeah.. uh, I was never actually going to get you off. Mitch and Ryan both explained some plans to me and spanking you as you got up from cleaning the soda spill was intentional. They have no actual will to let you cum, neither are you allowed to make yourself cum by yourself. Infact, you no longer have the right to cum or touch yourself unless it's with their permission.” NO! This can’t be happening to me. Even if it was a creep like Todd, I was so desperate it almost hurt not to have release. “Please don’t make me do this. I need to cum.” I opened my spread legs even wider for him while he stood above me. Todd bit his lip and I knew he was fighting against the spirit of the entire group’s mission but he stood firm in this moment. “Oh, and don’t even think about touching yourself here, your brothers told me to tell you to get out and continue today’s chores around the house while also being a waitress for us, so you aren't allowed to hide in your room. Also, while it will cover up more of your most vulnerable areas, Mitch and Ryan also mentioned that you need only wear this pair of bra and panties, we think it’ll stop you from touching yourself so easily.” I groaned frustratingly at this news, even if I was relieved that I won’t be naked under a short dress.. I wouldn’t even be wearing it anyways. Todd pulled out a matching set of lacy blue lingerie with a bra that looked a little small for my breasts and cheeky panties that were very revealing of my bottom. Of course, these panties would probably reveal my camel toe too. I hated how full my pussy lips were, they were my biggest insecurity with any kind of firm fitting pants and were always a concern of mine when playing volleyball in tight shorts. It would also be plainly obvious if I tried to masturbate with panties on or slide my fingers under and finish myself off! How long would I be left like this?! “I’m going to go join the other boys, let you clean yourself up, and change in privacy. I wouldn’t keep your brothers waiting too long though or they’ll get suspicious.” Todd smiled and left through my bedroom door. Funny, he was almost acting courteous. In all reality they were all helping themselves, helping themselves to my delicate situation and my young inexperienced body. I looked at my full length mirror and stepped in front of it. I looked disgraceful. My chest was covered in the fluid of a younger someone who should have had no right to use me like this. My neck and my hand were covered in the same disgusting liquid. I lifted my hand to my nose and sniffed it. I didn’t like the smell, that I was sure of, but it made me feel really strange. I was getting.. Flushed? No. I couldn’t be getting aroused at this too! What was happening to me? I hated what just happened, I hated the smell on my hand, the fact that it was on me made me sick, but my body was reacting differently, exactly the opposite of what I felt was right. I hated what I saw. What was wrong with me?! Why did I just do this? It didn’t seem arousing by any means. I hated the little bastard, I didn’t want to touch him and I wanted to run and wash my hands as soon as he ejaculated on me. I let out a discouraged sigh then I wiped myself using my dress and began to put the selected lingerie on. It was crazy how I had changed. I had begun to crave this sexual exploration now. As I walked out of my bedroom, this time, I realized that being humiliated really did turn me on - and that frightened me like nothing else.

Kelly's Private Party Invitation bySashamy© Saturday afternoon finally arrived and Kelly hadn't even though about Alex again as her mind was on Kari, what kind of dress she was bringing her and how much she might be able to show off to the at least one hundred drunk and horny guys at this party.  Gary was at the office trying to finish up a few last minute items for a presentation on Monday.  Kelly was in the tub finishing up shaving everything that needed be shaved, she was gently touching her now sensitive clit, she had gotten herself off several times already thinking about what was in store, as she was making sure she had gotten every strand of hair on her most personal place.  When the phone rang, it causing her to jump, splashing water over the edges of the tub. She reached over and answered the phone on the table next to the bath. It was Alex, "are you alone?"  As Kelly struggles to slow her breathing... "Yes, I'm taking a bath" answered Kelly. We need you tonight for an outing we have planned. Kelly told Alex that she had plans with her husband tonight. Alex was almost demanding that she change her plans, when Kelly told him that he needed to let her know a little ahead of time next time.  He said "ok, next Friday night we will be expecting you, and don't bother to wear anything you don't want!" And he hung up before Kelly could say anything. Her mind was again racing as she tried to imagine what he had planned for her. Thinking back to her night at the Rave Party where several hundred people saw more of her that anyone had ever had in her entire life. Her fingers returned to her clit as she was about to release another orgasm. It didn't take long and her body shimmered as her body teased yet again this afternoon. Stepping out of her bath there was a knock on the door followed by the door bell ringing several times, breaking her train of thought as she was admiring her big boobs in the mirror. She wrapped herself in a regular size towel as she ran to the door. When she looked through the spy glass there was Kari with what looked like a clothes bag in her hand.  Kelly opened the door to let her in, "I was in the neighborhood and figured I would drop off a few dresses for you to try on for tonight."  "My God you look flushed, did I miss something," Kari asked.  "No, I was just in the bath, getting ready to tonight." "Good, I have some dresses for you to try on, come on into the living room and take off that towel." Kelly went to close the blinds and Kari stopped her, tossing the bag on the sofa, hey baby if we are going to turn you into a slut, it is all or nothing. Kari pulled the towel from Kelly's body allowing her firm "D" breasts to be exposed as well as her smooth legs and pussy.  Kari just stared at Kelly's body, "are we trying on dresses?" asked Kelly.  "I'm sorry, it's just, well, my God why have you been hiding that body?" Kari asked. Kelly blushed again and picked up the bag with the dresses. The first was a little; I mean little very short black number with a deep V neck halter type thing with a collar that was kept closed with velcro behind her neck to keep it up over her boobs.  The next one was a red dress had a plunging center to well below her belly button with thin straps that tied behind her neck but longer than the black one, because it plunged so far down. The third one, Kelly picked up, "there is no back to this one", and just a very loose knitted skirt at the bottom, the front was two inch panels of the same knitted material that also tied behind her neck. Kelly slipped on the black dress, as Kari stared once again, the black material now fitting like a glove became sheer, and her breasts strained to stay in the dress, the "V" stopped a few inches above Kelly's belly button. Exposing ample cleavage, "walk for me", said Kari.  Kelly walked to the kitchen and back again, "Oh My" slipped from Kari's lips, the dress was showing her smooth lips from under the dress and she was just walking across the room. I think this is it, but try on the red dress. Kelly stripped off the dress and pulled on the red one, it was open completely down the center to well below her belly button with thin straps that tied behind her neck that had to be tied snug because she was so vertically challenged, if not her pussy would be showing from the center of the deep plunge. It was longer than the black one, because it plunged so far down.  Oh no said Kari definitely not for tonight. "Take it off," Kari instructed. "Here this one," Kari handed her the small cream colored lace one. Kelly, stepped into it and tied the thin strings behind her neck. She looked back, her ass was completely on display, and the front panels of the dress struggled to keep her nipples covered, not even containing her boobs, the loose knit had her totally on display.  "Yeah that's for a different event too; I just wanted to see what it looked like on you, Bob loves this one on me, but it is for very special parties." As soon as Kelly had pulled the dress off, Kari took it from her and stuffed it back in the bag, leaving the first dress she tried on. I have to go, we will see you in a few hours and left out the front door leaving it wide open as cars passed and neighbors worked in the yard across the street. Kelly walked to the door and slowly closed it looking to see if anyone had noticed her. Later that's evening Gary was just finishing getting ready as Kelly emerged from the bath room in the black dress Kari had dropped off earlier in the day. Gary stopped dead in mid-sentence, looking at his almost naked wife in a sheer dress and her tits about to burst from the deep "V" running almost to her navel.  He tried to ask, "what are you wearing with that dress?"  "These black heels I think will be very sexy with it, what do you think?" asked Kelly.  "No, I mean like under it I can see your nipples through that material and if you twist a little I'm sure one of them will slip out that dress and I can see you, your, you are clean down there!" stammered Gary.  "This is a private party and this is what Kari brought me to wear and I have nothing else, so you better hurry and quit gawking, Kari and Bob will be here any minute." She told him. Kelly headed down stairs to wait for Gary to finish getting ready, and for Kari and Bob to arrive. Kelly went to the frig and pulled out a bottle of Zinfandel and poured herself a full glass of wine to calm her shaking hands and legs.  She had never been so bold and outspoken toward Gary concerning what she was going to do. As she strolled into the living room she caught her reflection in the full length mirror in the hall. Oh my, no wonder Kari was staring. Her small frame, topped off by her very large breasts, in this dress were incredible, almost indecent! As she was turning about looking at herself, she felt a bit of warm excitement come over her body. She was looking at her round ass when she heard a vehicle pull up in the drive way.  Kelly yelled for Gary to hurry up, as there was a knock on the door. Kelly downed the last bit of wine and answered the door to find Kari standing there in a yellow knitted dress that was laced up the front starting above her belly button, barely containing her ample breasts; the back plunged down the back almost to her ass crack. It was very apparent that was all she had on as well. Her dark nipples were actually poking thru the loose knitted material.  "Come on you guys," yelled Kari, "we got to get going." Gary came down the stairs; he didn't know which one of the near naked ladies to stare at.  The girls headed out the door and that was when Kelly saw the open jeep sitting in the drive way. This is going to be fun, Kelly thought to herself, as Bob watched Kelly's chest jiggling wanting to burst from the dress. Bob slid the back seat forward to allow Kelly access to the back seat. Kelly stepped up on the step, flashing her bare lips to Bob then reached for the handed pulling herself into the jeep, as she leaned down to duck under the roll bar both tits spilled from the dress almost into Bob's face.  As she grabbed them to try and cover up, Kari and Gary were given a close up look at her smooth puffy shaven lips and ass on display. Kelly quickly just spun and dropped into the back seat behind Bob, trying to cover her chest hoping the neighbors hadn't seen her. In the sitting position there was nothing Kelly could do to keep her tits covered. The relaxed material did nothing to hide her large tits spilling out the low front.  Kari told Gary he can sit up front and she climbed into the back seat, giving him a view of her shaven pussy lips and ass as well. Gary climb in and sat next to Bob who said, "This is going to be a fun and interesting night, what do you think," as he started the jeep and shifted into reverse to back out of the drive way. The ride to the party was for the most part uneventful except that the girls hair blew in the breeze, Kelly kept trying to cover her bare chest on display to the delight of several observant motorist and Bob who had repositioned the rearview mirror to look at Kelly's prefect tits. As they approached the estate and were driving up the, what must have been three mile driveway, the attendants for the valet parking caught sight of Kelly, as did everyone else standing near the front doors. Kelly attempted to show a little modesty and cover her breasts with little success. When they stopped in front of the huge house, if you could even call it that, looked more like a small castle, the three valets were there to help the ladies from the back seat.  Kelly did her best to cover her tits and tug her short dress down in front of the college boys, but as she used one hand to balanced herself on the roll bar, and step over the front seat, and the other to extend to the young man, her dress slid up her hips and both tits spilled completely out in view of the small crowd of other couples just arriving. The guy helping Kari out also got a view of Kelly's bare ass.  The guy that was helping Kelly, got to see up Kari's short dress as well. They thanked the boys for their assistance and they replied, "No, Thank You!" Kelly straightened up her dress and replaced everything where it belonged. The other ladies watching were dressed in sexy cocktail dresses as well, some a bit daring and one was almost as... slutty as their dress, but not quite.  She had long curly red hair that draped over her shoulders was wearing a tight black dress that laced up the sides with bows at the bottom, it was showing off a bit of side boobage due to the wide spread up the sides, and barely covered her ass cheeks. Though she was only a small "B" chest her body was impressive. Once inside there were several waitresses in a very short black skirt like the ones strippers wear that show off their asses, they were wearing panties but most of her asses was on display. They all wore thigh highs hit a little higher than mid-thigh and came nowhere near her skirt. Their tops consisted of lace tops with a black push up bra underneath, one near the front door held a tray of drinks to give to the new arrivals. The girl accepted their first drinks of the night.  They all began to make small talk with the several friends Kari and Bob knew, most of the men talking to Kelly's and Kari's tits. Kelly was doing a good job of walking slowly, no bending over or twisting and remaining in her dress, only tugging when she would feel the bottom of her cheeks being exposed.  After about an hour, Kelly asked for the ladies room and Kari lead the way down a hall. As they entered a rather large room on the left they were greeted by a male attendant, he directed them to one of the many stalls in the large restroom obviously built with big parties in mind. There was a room with at least eight personal stalls and at least as many sinks with perfume and makeup for the ladies and cologne for the men, yes it was a unisex rest room.  After they finished their business they headed back out to the main room, but their husbands where no longer there. They went to the bar and got glasses of wine to sip on while they looked for their husbands. As Kelly reached for her wine glass her right tit slipped from her dress giving the bartender a nice tip for his troubles, "hurry back." he told them, and Kelly returned her tit to her dress as they turned to mingle some more.  As they moved among the mostly male crowd, pulling down their skirts every so often as they rode up as they walked, several groups of men stopped them to talk, ogle their tits and order them fresh drinks. The wine was very good and the two girls were drinking more than their share.  Kelly was beginning to become very giggly as they continued to be the center of attention in the main room. To the point she was beginning to not notice her nipples being exposed to the men, talking to her tits as she was crossing and uncrossing her arms as she talked, her dress bunched up on one side to the point if she took a step it might pop to her waist. Kari noticing Kelly's lack of modestly growing, used her hand to smooth on Kelly's hiding dress hem, and told Kelly she needed to see the gardens from the upstairs.  Kari took her hand and led her up a set of the stairs against a wall of the large main room. With a wine glass in one hand and Kari pulling her up the stairs the men below watched as both ladies asses came into view as they ascended the stairs. With every step the dresses got shorter and shorter until plenty of their cheeks were in view of everyone looking up. Kari noticed and gave hers a little tug down and Kelly was to the point she no longer cared. As Kelly's dress bunched up on her hips with every step up the stairs, it allowed her tits to become more exposed from the relaxed material not wanting to conform to her body any longer.  When they reached the top of the stairs, Kelly did cover her ass back up and they headed to the back windows that over looked the property out back. Kelly saw where the loud music was coming from, there was a DJ and a large dance floor had been set up at the base of the steps near the pool with a couple bars scattered around. The gardens beyond the pool and hot tub, was never ending and looked as if they went on for a half mile. To the left was a large barn and stable area.  Kelly finally noticed her reflection in the window, her tit totally exposed and her dress showing her smooth lips, "why didn't you tell me I was showing everything off," as Kelly moved the dress back into place covering up her exposed body. Here I am running around naked for the most part and you are still covered up.  "Untie me then" Kari told her.  "What" said Kelly  "Untie my lace, that way I might show a bit more too" instructed Kari. Kelly just looked at her not sure what to do. Kari then reached up herself and pulled the lace tied in a bow. As she did the dress began to relax and move apart releasing the stored energy of her compressed tits in the knit dress. Her dark nipples moving closer and closer to the edge of the yellow material.  The more Kari breathed the more her dresses top move aside until the edge of her dark chocolate areola were just visible. "Happy now?" asked Kari.  A voice from behind Kelly answer, "Oh yes that is just about perfect".  "Oh my god, Kelly, this is David Cooper he is our host tonight."  "And you ladies seem to have the most..... Attention in the house". He told them. Kelly and Kari just giggled. "Kelly it is very nice to meet you and see you, and I have seen plenty of you already. I need to run and tend to some business, I hope to see even more of you ladies tonight" and he moved on down a hall and disappeared.  "I say we cause a few more distractions and head down stairs to look for the guys. I know you are enjoying the attention, your nipples have been hard since we got here" said Kari.  "I am", she admitted, "I love it when men are trying to talk to us and they are really looking at my body, and thank you for this dress and the encouragement." Gary is now paying more attention to me than he ever has. As they descended the stairs, several men noticed them coming down and the girls could see them nudging the guys next to them as heads turned to watch them. Kelly could again felt the hem of her dress rising and her tits moving more into view, she fought the urge to let it keep going, but she resisted and pulled it back down even though the people below them had gotten a good look at her exposed bare glistening lips.  Kari's dress had also opened up more in the center, exposing more of her nipples, to the point one of her straps was starting to fall off her shoulder. As they reached the landing a man standing near them took two glasses of wine from a passing waiter and hand them to the girls replacing their empty glasses.  "Hi, I'm Carlos I was out front when you ladies arrived, very impressive I must say."  "Well thank you" Kari spoke up, his eyes glued to her almost completely exposed dark nipples,  "Weren't you with the lady in the little black dress"?  "Oh yeah, that is Sheila my wife, she went to the ladies room, she is just a big tease, I was hoping to get her to show off a bit more as you ladies are doing," watching Kari drink her wine, her right nipple complete exposed now along with most of the left."  "Here she comes now," coming across the room turning heads as she made her way toward them. When Sheila got to them Carlos struggled through introduction and handed her a glass of wine.  She said, in a bit of a slur "don't you think I have had too many in such a short time."  "Oh no drink up," he told her, as she turned the glass up.  "My word it is getting hot in here, Excuse us," Carlos said, as he led his wife over to a group of men, her ass cheeks peeking a bit from the bottom of her dress.  They laughed at how drunk the little red head was, "I think we should help him out tonight," Kari told Kelly.  Kelly looked confused, "You know I like to strip other ladies", she grinned. The girls mingled looking for their husbands, Kari's dress moving farther and farther apart revealing more of her boobs, the only thing keeping her dress in place was the lace that had not become loose yet. Kelly doing a better job of keeping herself covered for now. Kari saw one of her husband's female friends across the room, watching both of them. Kari knew she preferred the ladies and decided to give her a treat as Kelly's back was too her.  Kari reached up and released an ear ring, letting it drop to the floor. "Oh My, be a dear and get that for me" Kari asked her. Kelly thought nothing of it and bent over, flashing Brenda and a number of others her puffy lips and rose bud.  When she stood back up her dress was again almost to her hips. Kelly reached to fix it and Kari told her, "leave it be."  "What?" Kelly asked.  "I am teasing a friend, just play along." Kari told her.  Kelly giggled, "I love to tease, especially when I'm showing off!" Kari reached to Kelly's hip, and starts to work her dress higher, moving it to her waist. Carlos comes over next to them, as Kelly starts to reach down.  Carlos takes her hand, "no need my sweat, you can take it off if you desire."  Kelly giggled, "as a matter of fact, if you don't mind," he motions to a friend. The guy realizes Kelly's dress is around her waist; Carlos pulls a camera from his pocket.  "Would you mind," he hands the camera to the guy. Kari moves in front of Kelly and slides the straps off her shoulders and pushed the dress down her thighs, leaving her naked. Carlos puts his arm around her waist as the guy snaps pictures. Kari is laughing afterwards helping her back into her dress. Carlos thanks them and moves on.  Kari tells her, "Your body is so Fuckin Hot, it's a shame to keep it covered up."  They both laugh, "nights not over yet," Kelly tells her.  The girls still looking for their husbands find Carlos and his drunken wife just outside the double doors leading to the pool and gardens. Kari asked Sheila if she liked to dance because they are headed out to the pool area to dance, "come join us." Before she could answer the two of them had her hands leading her towards the music heading down the short set of steps to a dance area where about twenty five people, mostly woman, were dancing to loud dance music.  They moved onto the dance floor and as they started to dance it was impossible for Kari and Kelly to remain in their dresses. It didn't take long before several men, couples and girls had moved closer to watch them. As soon as Kelly started moving her dress began to move up allowing her breast to jump from her dress. Sheila could not keep her eyes off of Kelly's tits as they moved about. Carlos caught up with them and moved in front of Sheila and began to dirty dance with her. Kari joined them; as two guys started dancing with Kelly to get a closer look. Sheila was sandwiched between Kari and her husband, Kari took advantage of rubbing her body against Sheila's back as she began pulling the tied strings holding her dress in place on the side of her dress.  As soon as she pulled the bow, it sprang apart unlacing part the way up her side, exposing more of her thigh and hip. She then repeated the pulling on the other side with a similar result. It didn't take her long before she rubbed, and tugged on the dress and Sheila, untying the lace up both side, leaving her in what looked like a thin tunic. Kari noticed her husband and Gary watching Kelly and her dancing with her tits on display and the guy rubbing her asses as they danced. Kari told Carlos she will catch up with them in a little while to finish what she had started. She left them dancing with each other and Carlos had his hands running up and down Sheila's exposed sides, more of her side boob showing and she didn't seem to notice the change Kari had made to her dress.  Kari moved across the dance floor toward Kelly and took her by the hand and said we need to take a break and get a drink. Kelly attempted to make an effort to cover her body, but Kari could tell she didn't really want too, she had defiantly become a slut. As they reach their husbands Gary reach down to adjust Kelly's dress for her, which caused most of her tits to become covered. Kari's dress allowed only one nipple to become totally exposed at a time and most of the other, she made no effort to cover herself.  "You guys see that redheaded lady in the black dress; keep an eye on her I am going to strip her before the night is over with!" The guy's just looked at her in disbelief that she would make such a statement.  Kelly just giggle and asked her if she planned to do the same to her again and Kari told her, "No, I think you are doing just fine without me," to which Gary agreed. Kelly wrapped her arms around his neck kissing him, her tongue dancing in his mouth.  She whispered to him, "pull my dress up and rub my ass you horny bastard, show off your slutty wife". Gray was unsure what to do, he was in shock but he lowered his hands to her dress, already finding half her ass already on display and began lifting it.  "Ummmm" she moaned, "keep going" she told him between kisses. He stopped when it was to the small of her back.  "You like that," she whimpered. All he could do was shake his head yes and he looked around at people taking in his wife's bare ass pointed toward the dance floor.  "Grab the shoulder straps" she whispered, "Pull my arms free." He did as he was told until her entire dress was bunch at her waist. She grabbed his hands and turned around placing them over her bare boobs. Gray was in heaven feeling up his wife's bare boobs in front of all these people. Kari come over and started kissing Kelly, but tugged her dress back down over her hips, "we got to finish something, come on." Taking her hand leaving her boobs on display. Gary following watching his wife's heavy boobs swaying from the sides, her dress now a skirt at her hips. They all headed to one of the bars for more drinks, the poor bartender keeping his eyes on Kelly beautiful bare breasts. While waiting for their drinks; Kari sees Carlos and Sheila coming toward them. Carlos was smiling and Sheila appeared to be a little wobbly, the flaps of her now tunic moving about exposing her bare pussy and ass. Kari turned the bartender and asked for three shots of tequila quick. As he stared at Kelly's tits, he worked at her request. Sheila said, she was even hotter now and needed something to drink, just as the bartender handed her three cups.  She handed one to Kelly, one to Sheila and said cheers touching her glass to the other girls and they shot the drinks down. Kelly's nipples got harder if that's even possible Sheila squirmed a bit, what the hell was that, my god it was nasty. Courage my new friend, just courage... The guys all smiled, knowing what Kari was up too.  They could all tell the tequila was kicking in and Sheila started to lean more on Carlos. "Come on girls," Kelly said, "let's go put on a show." Kelly and Kari both grabbed one of Sheila's hands and pulled her to the dance floor as both of Kelly's tits swayed about bare for all to see.  "My god you guys are so lucky to have ladies like that, I wish my wife was more of a show off than a tease."  "Well just watch, you are about to get your wish," Bob told him. As the three girls started dancing it was apparent that Sheila was drunk, and Kari was about to take advantage of her situation. After they had been dancing for a few minutes Kari reached up and pulled the strings on both side of Sheila's dress, working to completely unlacing it. The dress didn't respond much as Kari had already released the lace earlier. As they continued to dance Kari worked on the lace pulling the string through one eyelet at a time.  The more she undid the more the dress relaxed until it was exposing Sheila's little boobs in and out the panels. After about two songs all of eyelets were stringless and Sheila's breasts were almost exposed. Kari looked over at Carlos who had moved closer to the dance floor along with Gary and Bob, he was smiling and had a hand in his pocket obviously touching himself. She made eye contact with him and he nodded his head yes. Kari said to Kelly "it is show time baby." Kari started pulling at the back panel up her back, then over her head, she started to raise her arms to stop her but it was too late. A crowd had gathered to watch all three of the girls. The crowd had grown even larger as they jockeyed to get a better look at the girls on the dance floor.  Kelly noticing the crowd growing, moved Sheila and Kari toward the steps. Next to the dance floor and up the steps was a little wall, that also served as a place to sit, and planter separating the two sets of steps. Kari, noticing what Kelly was up too, helped Sheila up the steps, then onto the wall. All three girls continued to dance on the wall. Kelly turned and shook her ass at the crowd as they cheered them on. With Sheila between the two girls, Carlos as smiling, having picked up the dress and lace from the dance floor. Sheila continued to dance for the crowd in just her black thigh highs. Kari standing behind her began to rub Sheila's breasts. Kelly seeing this began to get even more excited herself and moved in front of Sheila.  Kelly then did something that completely floored her husband, she began kissing Sheila's neck, then her lips and Sheila returned her kisses. Kelly then dropped her hand down and into Sheila's pussy. She easily spread her lips and inserted a finger deep into the causing her knees to buckle from an instant orgasm. Kelly could feel her juices flooding her hand. Kari eased Sheila down onto the wall, allowing her legs to drop down onto the dance floor. Kari then stepped down onto the dance floor, flashing everyone her bare moist lips, as Carlos came toward the girls to help his wife.  As Carlos started to speak, Kari put up a finger to his lips, as to say hold it, and said "is that what you wanted?" Carlos didn't say a word as he stared at his naked wife completely on display moaning in pleasure as she was massaging her own breasts, and moving a finger over her exposed clit.  Hearing cheers again Kari and Carlos looked up to see Kelly still dancing for the crowd, her bare tits swaying and bouncing. Even Kari was a bit surprised to see what Kelly was now doing. Kelly had turned around and had spread her legs, bending at the waist causing Gary's jaw to drop as he saw what everyone else was seeing again. Her bare bottom and her puffy lips were completely on display, even more than Sheila was, cheers went up responding to her brazen display.  Responding to the intoxicating cheers she hiked her dress up completely above her waist, and bent over reaching between her legs, placing a finger on her ass hole and slowly slid it forward and into the pussy causing her lips to spread. Bending over even farther, she was now looking between her legs at the crowd; she moved her hand to the front to get better access and plunged three fingers deep into her dripping pussy.  Carlos still standing next to his wife was looking directly between her spread lips and at her asshole. Kelly, not caring at this point reached between her legs and grabbed Carlos by his shirt and pulled his face into her waiting cunt. Carlos immediately buried his tongue deep into her clit, sucking on her lips. This lasted about two minutes until Kelly came hard, screaming in pleasure. Kelly then fell backwards into the hands of several men watching her being eaten. Gray finally got through the crowd and to his wife. He helped her over to where Bob was waiting with Kari. Kelly still breathing heavy told them it was time for a swim. Gray held her up as she recovered and then head toward the pool. Still in the crowd of onlookers she pulled the dress over her head and dropped it on the dance floor continuing on to the pool, she kicked off her heels and started to step into the cool water. Two young guys standing near the steps watched on in amazement. She placed her hand around his neck and bent over and whispered into him ear as her other hand rubbed his obvious hard cock. He quickly began stripping off his clothes and followed her into the pool, his friend following close behind him. As soon as they were in the waist deep water both men began to fondle and probe Kelly's body. Gray could only watch as these two naked guys were about to use his wife. She too had her hands full stroking a cock with each hand. She push the first young man back against the wall causing the water to reveal his dick, Kelly immediately wrapped her lips around his large member. The crowd around the pool was again cheering them on. Gary looked on not believing this was really his wife. In a matter of minute cum shot onto Kelly face with some of it landing in the water next to her.  She immediately went down on the second guy shoving his cock down her throat as far as it would go. He just rolled his eyes to the back of his head as Kelly continued to deep throat him. By now three other guys had also entered the pool and were ascending on Kelly. Kelly looked up to see Kari watching her, as the second guy filled her throat with warm cum. She did her best to swallow as much as she could as some of it dribbled from the corners of her mouth.  She then extended her hand to Kari's and pulled her into the pool with her. She grabbed the hem of Kari's dress pulling it over her head and then began kissing her deeply, sharing the cum she had just received. They were now being surrounded by naked guys and a few nude girls as well. It had turned into an orgy in the pool as the two girls continued to pleasure each other as several guys fingered them and massaged their breasts.  Kelly just happened to look up and saw Carlos, Gary and Bob, all naked, taking turns with Sheila's body. Bob and Carlos were taking turns fucking her mouth and grouping her tits, as Gary was slamming her cunt with her on her back and her legs in the air.  As Kelly watched her husband fucking Sheila she felt the urge to have a dick buried into her pussy as the fingers of the countless guys were just teasing her. She turned to a large black guy and told him "I needed a dick in my pussy," with that he pushed her up against the wall grabbed her legs and in one swift motion shoved his hard rod deep into the pussy.  Kari no longer having Kelly in front of her was overwhelmed by the seven or eight guys all wanting a piece of her. They had her on her back in the water and were starting to fuck her one after another. Kelly's man was not letting up. She had already cum twice and was about to release another wave of pleasure. Kari was then carried from the pool by the group of men and placed on to one of the lounges near the pool and where they continued the assault on her body. As soon as one guy would finish in her mouth or pussy another one would take his place. Kelly was going wild approaching her fifth orgasm. She was flipped over and the large member slipped into her tight ass. Causing her to climb the side of the pool as he gently entered her ass. In a matter of minutes she was again jamming her fingers into her pussy causing herself to shake as an earth shattering orgasm began to cause her body to quake and she felt light headed. I was still dark when Kelly woke up, Gary was shaking her shoulder, calling her name. There were naked couples still there making love. Carlos was carrying his naked wife past her as she opened her eyes. Come on its time to go home, Gary told her. Kari was sitting on the wall near her making out with her husband Bob, who was somewhat dressed as was Gary. But Kari was still naked too. Gary help Kelly to her feet, as she started to take a step, the pain of the swollen and sore area between her legs hit her. She could hardly move her legs to walk toward the house.  "My god the black guy work me over, I didn't even get his name," she said out loud. Him and about twenty other guys after him Gary told her. Kelly just looked at him waiting for a response either way. And you are okay with that Gary. Of course I am, I had my fun too. Gary then scooped her up into his arms and carried her petite naked body to the house, out the front door and waited for Bob and Kari to follow them.  Gary told the guys retrieving cars for the guests to get the red jeep please. Neither one of them really wanted to go as they both took in Kelly's nakedness. Finally one of them left to get the jeep. He got is second treat as Karl and Bob appeared, as the boy drove up with the jeep. As the boy was getting out Kari walked up to him and said "sorry I don't have my purse, so I guess I'll have to tip you like this" she then reached up and pulled his face into her cleavage, rubbing his lips over her nipples.  Stepping over to the other one allowing the young guys to suck on her nipples for a few seconds each. She then pushed him away and climbed into the jeep and Gary and Bob help Kelly into the back of the jeep. The boys just stood there, taking in the two beautiful naked women, both of with are old enough to be their moms. "Good night boys" Kari yelled out as they sped away.  When they hit the interstate Kari was still in the mood and was standing up hanging on to the roll bar waving at the truckers and shaking her tits at them. When she ran out of trucker to tease, Kari turned to Kelly and began kissing her just as they had done in the pool. It didn't take long before the two girls were massaging each other's tits and fingering themselves or each other. Kelly them told Kari, "I want to taste your pussy."  With that Kari stood up again, turned around and straddled Kelly's face and lowered her well used swollen pussy lips to Kelly's lips. Kelly went right to work sucking and licking her charms. Gary and Bob looked on, along with several passing cars and trucks. It didn't seem to take long and Kelly was back home with Gary and Bob now helping her from the jeep as Kari sat back recovering from yet another orgasm tonight.

Kelly VS Ch. 04 by gossog© My name is Kelly, and I used to be a lifeguard. This is the story of the day I lost that job. I guess it was natural that I became one in the first place. I was a good swimmer, and I looked the part: blonde hair, nice boobs, long legs, filling out my uniform (yellow one-piece swimsuit) pretty nicely. My friends teased me sometimes, calling me "Baywatch", but it was all good-natured. Whenever I saw myself in the suit I had to admit they had a point. The one drawback was that some people (like my boss, Mike) assumed that a pretty blonde girl couldn't possibly have any brains. As if everyone had a limited amount of good qualities, and shining in one area meant you had to skimp in another. Mike never seemed to give me a break. We all make little mistakes from time to time, and usually we fix them right away. But my boss never gave me the benefit of the doubt. He didn't seem to treat the other girls so harshly, and they all liked him, said he was cute. I agreed that on the surface that he had good looks: bright eyes, strong chin, muscular, flat abs and tight butt... yet the way he was on the inside colored that impression for me. He wasn't handsome in my eyes. All in all, everything else about the job was cool, so Mike I learned to put up with. I was 20 years old, and going to community college. When classes were out, it was a pretty good life: work in the morning, then get cleaned up and go shopping, or see some friends, and think about where to go out that night. My beach was behind a reef so the surf was very gentle, and the surfers and risk-takers went elsewhere. In two summers I had never had to rescue anyone. That Friday morning I woke up late, with just enough time to get my swimsuit and drive to the beach. My yellow one-piece, which I had hand-washed last night, should have been hanging over the shower curtain to drip dry. But it wasn't there. I was frantically looking for it when my little sister said she might have accidentally put it in the dryer. "It's not supposed to go in there!" I yelled. I pulled stuff out into a basket, looking for my suit. Like I was afraid of, it had shrunk. A lot. I held it up in front of me: even hanging down flat, it was too small now. No way would it cover me in 3-D. I yelled some not-so-nice things at my sister, and Mom yelled at me. The day was starting out great. Now I was in a bind. I had no other swimsuit. No store would be open at 9 am. I knew I couldn't skip that day, because we were short-staffed. No one to take my place. I had to show up to work; what was I going to wear? It was getting late, and I had no ideas, so I just kept on what I wore to bed: an aqua blue tank top with a ribbed pattern, and gray fleece shorts. This was an ugly outfit, but I figured it should be a slow day and I probably wouldn't even have to leave my chair until Bernice came in to relieve me. I could count on her not to rat me out to Mike for not having proper attire. And the lifeguard chair was so big and so high, that from the beach people could barely see anything except my arms and head. So even with my shorts and tank, I would probably be OK. I drove really fast, but still got to the beach five minutes late, bracing myself for trouble. However, there was only one blanket set up: a mom and her little boy, playing in the sand. If I was lucky, no one would ever know I wasn't at my post at exactly 9:00. I had never been late up to that point. Still, in Mike's eyes, I would become the ditzy blonde who was always late and lost her swimsuit... unless he never found out. I took off my shoes and walked across the sand to my chair. It's a funny thing about the chairs we had: the guard had a great view of the water and a so-so view of the beach. But unless you were in the water, people on the beach really couldn't see much of me; the angle was wrong. With no one in the water, it was like I had the beach to myself. After the hectic scene at home, and the race to get here, I could finally relax. The sun was behind me, and already pretty warm on my skin. I took out the sunblock and started doing my arms and face. With our one-piece suits, it was pretty easy to reach everywhere that wasn't already covered, which was essential when we were sitting in the sun for hours at a time. Because I was really strict with myself about protecting my skin, I would usually go through summer without much of a tan. Sort of ironic given my job. I took a few deep breaths to really calm down; something my friend Felice had taught me. Now I was feeling pretty relaxed and all the stress was gone. It was a close call, but things were going to be OK. Just another routine day. And that was good. The tank top and shorts covered part of the same area as the one-piece had, and in a few minutes I was done with the sunblock. No more people had shown up at the beach as far as I could tell, and still no one was in the water. Now there was little to do except wait and watch. There was an ocean liner a few miles off, and a stretch of low clouds at the horizon. The air stirred a little; barely a breeze. It was very calm. The warm sun and sound of the surf were making me a little sleepy. I wasn't worried; people would soon start to trickle in and venture into the water. Just watching people have fun tended to keep my interest, and if trouble developed I would notice right away. One drawback with my improvised wardrobe: the tanktop and shorts heated up in the sun a lot more than my reflective yellow swimsuit did. Usually it was only the hottest days of summer that we would need to drink extra fluids, or spritz water on ourselves to cool down. Today wouldn't have been one of those days. But the tank top in particular was getting uncomfortably hot. Not that I could do anything about it; I was stuck here until eleven, when Bernice would spot me. I would take the buggy to the guard office and hopefully snag a spare swimsuit. But right now, I was stuck with my top. Or was I? I gave this a lot of thought. What if I took the top off? I wasn't wearing a bra. Not only was going topless on the beach not allowed, but I had never bared my breasts outside before anyway. The thought was a little scary. On the other hand, basically nobody was here. In my guard chair I had extra privacy anyway. I would see anyone approaching before they could see me. If that was all true, then I should be able to take off the top for a little while, and I'd be able to put it back on before anyone could see me. Right? This struck me as not only scary, but kind of naughty; but instead of dissuading me, that feeling helped convince me to try it. The more I considered it, the more it seemed like some innocent fun. Maybe after the summer I would tell Bernice what I had done that Friday morning. I sat up and looked around -- the coast (ha ha) was still clear -- and then leaned back, scrunching down as much as I could, and pulled my top about halfway upward. An inch or so of the bottoms curves of my breasts were out. Now's not the time to chicken out, I thought. I lifted the top a little higher, up away from my chest now, following the swells of my breasts. I stopped just below my nipples, thinking, OK, this would be the time to turn back if I wanted to. But I realized that without a bra, my nipples had been poking against the thin cloth anyway. And what's the difference if no one can see me anyway? I took a deep breath and took the top completely off. Wow. Instead of the hot fabric, which was making me perspire, there was just the pleasantly warm sun and air on my bare skin. It felt so good! The heat reminded me that I'd better put sunblock on the newly exposed areas, or I'd have one painful, hard to explain sunburn. I smiled. I had never sunbathed topless before, and now I was doing it, and getting paid $16 an hour for it! I first did my tummy and sides, and then my shoulders and back, as far as I could reach. Just putting off the inevitable, really. My breasts, unused to being in the open air, I did last. If just being out here topless was naughty, then imagine how I felt rubbing lotion on my bare breasts. I couldn't help it: I was getting aroused, and even after I had thoroughly rubbed in the sunblock, getting complete coverage, I still was caressing them. I just didn't feel like stopping. I've touched myself before, I think we all have, but only in my bedroom with the door locked and everyone gone or downstairs. Doing it here, outside, was a lot more exciting. At some point I closed my eyes. I wasn't sleepy anymore; parts of my body were wide awake... but I was feeling languid, and almost as if I was floating on the water outside instead of here in the chair. The water was warm, the perfect temperature, and all my stress was floating away. I knew my nipples were hard now, like the tips of my little fingers; I could feel them, now part of the contours of my body, more things to play with. For the first time I started thinking, what if I made myself come, playing like this? I knew exactly how to do this, but I wanted to take my time. At that thought, part of me (my conscience?) was shouting "what are you doing?", but after a while that voice receded, as if drifting out on the water, away from me. I cupped my breasts, fondling them, imaging a guy doing this, like I had been walking around topless for some reason. Maybe in St. Tropez. A guy sees me, wearing nothing but a little thong, and is unable to resist my temptations. I wanted more. Now my right hand was reaching underneath my fleece shorts; I always left the strings untied, so the waistband stretched easily. While I fondled my breast with the other hand, I reached down between my legs. First my thatch of pubic hair, and I got a thrill out of that: whenever a boy I was with first went there, it was obvious we weren't just making out anymore, things were getting serious. I spread my knees a bit and slunk lower in the seat. I reached further underneath my shorts, and I found my slit. Of course I was already wet. I teased myself at first, stroking my lips with a gentle fingertip. I cannot exaggerate how good that felt. My palm stroked my mound as my finger drew along my sensitive lips. My nipples seemed even firmer, my breasts taut. I inserted a finger, and then started getting myself off for real. Looking back, I wonder if I was making some noise which would have been obvious to anyone close enough to hear. But at that point I didn't care about anything but my sense of touch. The shorts didn't provide any obstacle as I touched myself. But still they were annoying me; I wanted them completely off. I didn't want anything covering me. I guess a small part of me was still thinking practically, because I didn't simply kick them off into the sand. I decided that if I slid them down to my knees, I would still have time to quickly pull them back up and put on my top if someone approached. (My eyes were closed, I wasn't paying attention to the outside world, so that plan didn't make sense, but whatever.) I propped myself up on elbows and toes, and scooched my shorts down to my thighs. I lowered my bare bottom back onto the wooden seat, baked dry by years of sun, but thankfully not scorching hot right then. I slid my shorts down, nearly all the way off; instead of at my knees, I left them around my ankles. Even so, I wished my feet could also be free. But I was too chicken to let go of everything. Now I was sitting there basically naked, legs spread, being very naughty, not a care in the world. I don't know how long I stayed that way, touching myself like that. I was starting to fantasize about other guys, other situations, but nothing really took hold. Eventually my hunger overpowered my desire to hold back, and I let myself come really hard. I couldn't believe it. The many nights I had sex with my boyfriend (we split up last May), it was never as good as this. I sat there for a long time recovering, letting the sun warm my bare skin. My eyes were shut. My legs were splayed apart. One hand rested on my moist pussy, while the other continued to idly caress my breast, almost on its own. After my heartbeat slowed down, I opened my eyes, ready to return to the real world. The beach and the water were full of people. I sat up, overwhelmed, shocked, and I didn't move for a few moments, stunned. A lot of people were looking directly at me: how much did they see? Everything? I covered my breasts, and then remembered my shorts were down, too. First things first. I hastily pulled my shorts back up, using both hands. People got a few more peeks at my breasts, but I couldn't help that. Even worse, I could see someone had swam out far beyond the others, and was calling for help! Oh shit, I thought. How long had he been out there? I had that sinking feeling. I was busted, I was so fired. But my practice and training kicked in and I knew what I would have to do. But first, I'd have to put on my tank top, and I reached for where it should have been, right beside me. It was gone. I covered my breasts with one arm and looked around, really trying not to panic, because seconds were ticking by and I needed to go out there immediately. But the top was nowhere to be found! Now I was terrified of going out there, but I knew I had no choice. Someone's life in danger was more important than my comfort, or appearance, or embarrassment. The training had drilled that into us, and fortunately I hadn't forgotten. I had to climb down the ladder to the sand. My throat went dry. There were a *lot* of people here, and they all could see my bare breasts bobbing as I climbed. I couldn't cover up until I had both feet on the ground. I turned and ran into the surf as fast as I could, looking very silly, hands over my boobs. I was already so embarrassed I wanted to cry. Maybe I could move to Montana after this. Far away from anyone on this beach or anyone I knew. When I dove into the water, my shorts instantly soaked up water and became heavy. As I swam, they slid back, baring my bottom and then my thighs, getting dragged down toward my feet! What a stupid idea to wear these clothes here! I would have been better off with a bra and panties. Even if they became see-through when wet, it was still better than losing them altogether! I stood up in the shallow surf and pulled my shorts back up, aware that I was flashing my bare butt to the entire beach. If people could actually die of shame, I would have dropped right there. I had already prepared myself for when I had to come back to shore with the guy I was rescuing; people had seen my boobs once, and they would see them again. There was no avoiding that. But to lose my shorts and have to go back there completely naked -- no way could I let that happen. Absolutely no way. I swam with one hand, holding up my shorts with the other. Much slower going, but fortunately the guy calling for help was still head above water. I finally reached him; he was flailing and spitting water, bobbing in the waves, but not going under. He looked about my age, maybe a few years older. He must have thought he was a better swimmer than he really was. "Don't panic," I shouted as I floated next to him. "I'm going to bring you back to shore. What's your name?" "Gus," he said, coughing a bit, but he was obviously still breathing fine. He was going to be OK. I felt a little better too; sure I had been embarrassed back at the beach, but here I was saving someone's life. And it sounds a little silly, but at that point it didn't matter what I was wearing. I was going to do a good job and all my training would pay off. "OK, Gus, come here." I took his arms and he clung to me like a life preserver, arms around me, hands on my back. I don't know if he was expecting a handrail or what, but my bare skin was slippery in the water. His hands were all over my back. Even in his panic, he noticed something was odd. "Are you naked?" he said, as he moved one hand lower to check. "Never mind that, Gus," I said, reaching back to move his hand away from my ass. "Just stay calm and we'll take you to safety." He hugged me tightly, squeezing my breasts against his chest. "I don't want to drown," he cried. "Don't hang on so tight," I said, pushing him away a little bit. "I'm not going to lose hold of you. I need to be able to move to bring you in." He was OK for a little bit but then he panicked and hugged me again, his chin on my shoulder. One of his hand slipped over my bare breast, his finger accidentally tweaking my nipple. I was starting to lose my confidence and get really annoyed at him. It was more his fault, not mine, that I was out here topless, that tons of people had already seen me as I went in. If he hadn't screwed up I could still be in my chair and no one the wiser. And now, because of him, I'd have to give everyone a peep show all over again when I brought him back. His fault. Damn him for going out farther than he could swim, for not knowing his limits! A wave took us by surprise and tilted us over, so I was sort of on my back and his face ended up between my breasts, which were now out of the water. I could tell he was fascinated by all this, staring intently at them as I paddled to stay afloat. I needed to get back to upright and get him off my chest. He was staring at my right nipple, still erect from before, and as I was thinking, no, he can't possibly be thinking of that, he put it in his mouth! "Hey!" I cried, outraged; but he kept going; and with one hand started fondling my other breast. I could not believe this! From the shock, or the sensation of being played with, I no longer had strength or composure to get myself upright, or to fend him off. I was getting hot. I didn't want to, but sometimes the body doesn't obey the brain. And my body didn't mind as his other hand, which had been on the small of my back, inched downward and underneath my shorts to my butt. During all this, he hadn't said a word. But somehow, part of my mind snapped into gear, and instead of trying to right myself I simply pushed him off. He went under a bit, but then bobbed back up. "Do that again, and I'll fucking leave you out here!" I yelled, as I cinched up my waterlogged shorts. "I'm sorry," he said, all innocent looking. "Now come back, face to face, but at arm's length, and I'll take you in." I paddled over to him and got ready, but then another wave came, and he panicked again. He seemed to want to climb my like a tree and sit atop my shoulders, completely out of the water. He didn't get that far as his hands and feet flailed, trying to get a grip. Unfortunately, one foot got caught in the waistband of my shorts, and pushed it down to my knees. I screamed again and pushed him away, and reached for my shorts. However, they were now sliding down my calves, just out of reach. I started panicking; I really didn't want to lose the only clothing I had! I brought my legs up to bring the shorts within reach, but instead they slipped farther down, bunching around my ankles. "Come on," I said to myself, bringing my knees to my chest. I almost had the shorts when another wave came, filling my mouth with salt water, and I had to kick and paddle to stay afloat. Now my shorts just barely hung off one foot. The other foot was completely free! I jammed my feet together to try to keep the shorts from slipping off. The guy had paddled toward me, and once again tried to climb on top of me. "No!" I yelled, but then I was thrust underwater. I kicked back up to surface, and made sure he was still floating. OK. Now back to getting my shorts on. But at that point my heart sank as my feet were completely free. The shorts had fallen off! I had a guy to bring back to shore, and I was naked! "Stay there!" I yelled and dove under. I could see drifting sand; some rocks and shells; and the guy's kicking feet; but no shorts. C'mon, where were they? They had to be close by. I ran out of air, had to surface, and dove again. But I couldn't find them. By the time I surfaced again, I was crying. "I hope you're satisfied, you jerk!" He had floated back into me and had one arm around my back, and the other was underwater; I didn't know where it was, until it went straight between my legs. He probed a few moments with a finger, and then inserted it inside me. I just yelled something at him. I didn't even know what to say. I couldn't believe what was going on. "You really are naked," he said. "Don't you wear a swimsuit?" "Shut. Up!" I said and shoved him away. I wished I could just let him stay there. I could swim underwater and come to shore a mile north, where there was no public beach. And then somehow find my way home. But he was my responsibility. If something happened to him... that would be a lot worse than being seen naked. I yanked him toward me and let him hang, sort of piggyback style, on as I swam back. It was slow going. He held onto my shoulder with one hand, and had another arm around my stomach. His hand moved around as I tried to swim, and once he had hold of my right breast, he stayed there. I was too defeated to care. He fondled and squeezed it, playing with my nipple with a free finger, or gently trapping it between two. I just let him do it. Things were already at their worst. We were getting closer to shore, and a lot of people were watching us come in. If they didn't already know I was naked, they would soon. I was dead tired and had to stop. "We'll float here for a second," I said. He still hung off my back. His face was against the back of my neck, and he started kissing me there, at the nape of the neck and my shoulder. "Please don't do that," I said wearily. But he ignored me. His left hand slipped off my shoulder and under my arm, and now he was pawing my breasts with both hands. "Please," I cried, completely out of strength. He pulled me close to him, and I could feel his erection beneath his swim trunks, poking at my bottom. He reached one arm around my chest for leverage, and with his other hand moved down, between my legs. "Why are you naked?" he asked again, but I don't think he cared much about an answer. I shuddered as he teased my labia and then inserted a finger inside. I couldn't believe this. Completely naked, floating in the water, a stranger having his way with me; and my legs had started to spread apart, as if I was welcoming it! Something told me that if I climaxed out here in the water I would never get the strength back to take him to shore. So I kicked and leaned forward, swimming away, and he held onto my hips like a kickboard, and I towed him in. Pretty soon it was shallow enough for us to stand as I walked him in. So many people were staring at me. I avoided their eyes, looking at the ground. As the receding water showed more and more, I ended up doing a slow striptease for them. I wished I could crawl in a hole and die. First my bare shoulders were revealed, and then there were whoops and hollers from the crowd as they saw my breasts. At this point I was already crying from embarrassment. As I got even closer, and it was obvious I was wearing nothing at all, the noise got even worse. I could even see people with cameras. Finally we were on dry land, away from the waves. Water was dripping off my bare body and making little pats of mud in the sand. I was required to make sure the guy was all right, and I asked him that. He hugged me again, tight and lingering, and thanked me for rescuing him. Then, whispering in my ear, he asked me to come home with him! "No way," I cried, pushing him away. I didn't know what to do next other than find my car and go home. The crowd of people wasn't interested in clearing a path for me. I tried to wave them aside, and was prepared to push my way through, even though that would open me up to a lot of groping and fondling from the boys and men there. I didn't bother trying to cover up. They had already seen everything. Then I heard a familiar voice call my name, and found out, yes, things could indeed get worse. Mike, my boss, was here. "What in the hell are you doing?" He was nearly screaming, he was so pissed off. He glanced once at the guy I rescued, judged he was OK, then turned back to glare at me. "God, what is wrong with you?" He shook his head and then yanked my arm, pulling me away, walking so fast I nearly tangled my feet and fell. He realized that he was out here in public and representing the lifeguards, and said some sort of apology to the crowd, and assured them that I would no longer be working here. I felt like dirt, standing there crying, having screwed up everything. "Let's go," he said, and dragged me forward. The crowd parted for him, cheering and whistling, as he took me to his buggy. He had the small one that really only fit one person. He sat down and lifted me onto his lap. Then, with one hand on the steering wheel and one around my waist, we were riding along the beach, toward the guard house. "I want to go home!" I sobbed. He didn't reply; apparently so angry he couldn't even speak. There were lots of people we passed by, kids, teens and adults, and they all must have wondered what the story was behind this naked girl being driven on a four-wheel dune buggy. I was surprised Mike didn't start fondling my breasts, or reaching between my legs. My body was right there for him, on his lap. I was relieved he didn't do anything then, because I had little will to resist. When we got to the shack, he was treating me more gently, and led me into the equipment room. There were surfboards, tanks, and other things along the walls, and a long bench in the center. He sat me down, faced me, and took a deep breath to calm down. "I'd say that was the mother of all blonde moments," he said. He was calmer now, but how he said that, on top of all the other times he had called me a ditz, was as malicious as ever. I started crying again, and that renewed his anger. "What you did out there reflects badly on our entire team. I don't even want to think about the bad publicity we'll have, and how fucking long it will take to get our good reputation back. Look at yourself! You certainly live up to your hair color, don't you?" He wouldn't leave that alone. I couldn't face him, and looked at the floor. "I want some clothes," I said. "There aren't any here," Mike said. He put a hand on my shoulder and another on my chin, gently lifting my head up. My eyes must have looked really red. "Kelly, I need you to tell me what happened. From the very beginning. I need to know what, when, how and why." I huddled myself, legs crossed and arms folded over my chest. There was still a lot showing. I told him everything, from the beginning of this story, but tried to dance around the fact that I was masturbating in the guard chair. I probably didn't do to well. Anyway, he was mostly quiet. The one thing he said was "Your mother was right," and I demanded to know what he meant, but he wouldn't answer. When I finished, I was surprised to see I had gained some sympathy. He sighed. "Kelly, you made some really bad decisions, but still you've been through a hell of an experience. I think anyone would feel shellshocked at this point." He got me a bottle of water from the cooler and let me drink. "Now is this the first time you did something like this?" "Yes!" I said, indignant. "There wasn't something with your friend? What's her name, Felicia?" "Oh my god! Felice!" Now I remembered. It had been only two days ago. But how had Mike heard about it? --- Felice is a good friend and is also my age. She's part Brazilian and Polynesian, and really gorgeous. A few inches shorter than me, but really curvy build, big breasts, nice butt, glossy black hair, and really bright eyes. She can look at you and smile, and it's the best feeling in the world that she likes you. On Wednesday, two days earlier, she called up around lunchtime and asked what I was doing. It was my day off, so not much at all. Probably read for a while, then maybe go shopping. She suggested laying out in my backyard and then going to dinner somewhere. That sounded good. When she arrived, I had a cooler with some drinks, a blanket, a book, some sunscreen, and tanning goggles. These looked like swim goggles but were opaque, and protected your eyes like sunglasses but without the raccoon effect. Felice had never seen them, so I had to explain what they were. We picked our spots and I put the goggles on. I decided to lay on my stomach first. Felice offered to put sunscreen on the hard-to-reach places, and ended up doing my entire back. She untied my bikini top and moved the strings to either side. This was the first time I had laid out to get a tan all summer. ("I thought you didn't have any swimsuits left after the one-piece got shrunk," said Mike; and I was really disoriented for a moment. Of course I had other swimsuits; about five of them, in my little drawer! Why on Friday did I not think I had any? I was really upset with myself for this, but Mike asked me to continue.) I dozed off after a while, laying there on the towel, and woke when Felice tapped my shoulder. "Time to turn over," she said. I was still groggy when I turned over, so it wasn't until I was lying on my back that I realized my top was off. I covered with one arm and blindly tried to find my top with the other hand. My goggles were still on, and I couldn't see anything. "It's OK," said Felice. "I just put it aside. There's nobody looking, anyway. What's to worry about?" "There's a 15-year old boy next door with a second-story bedroom!" I said. "He could easily see us!" There was a pause, and then Felice laughed. "I guess there is. I think I saw his curtain move." "Give me my top! He's looking at me right now!" "It's no big deal," she said. "Here." She took my hand and placed it on her bare breast. She was topless too. "I took off my top as soon as you had turned over. That was an hour ago." "Still, I don't think we should be -" "And how about this," Felice said. She moved my hand slowly down her side, to her waist, hips, ass, and thighs. Bare skin, everywhere. Then inside, between her legs, I felt her patch of pubic hair, and even her moist lips. "Felice, my god!" She laughed. "So he's seen a lot more of me than of you." "You've been naked this whole time?" "It's not a big thing. Think about it. Your boy next door has already imagined you naked. Who knows what you're doing for him in his fantasies. Seeing you just laying out here on a blanket, that's practically PG-13." "He'll tell his mom, and then she'll tell my mom!" "This is your yard," she said. "It's his fault for looking, not yours." She paused. "Although it is tempting to walk over and ask him to join us." "NO!" I yelled. "Felice, what's gotten into you?" I realized my finger was still touching her vagina and I yanked it away. "Kelly, I think you're really stressing out for no reason. What I'm going to do is have you put your arms aside, and I'll put sunscreen on you, everywhere that's exposed. You just relax. And at the end, see if you're comfortable with this." She was convincing enough that I laid my hands at my hips, baring my breasts. Her fingers and hands were gentle and sensual as she caressed me, as a lover would. And I mean I loved her as a good friend, but that day she was into much more sharing that we ever had done before. And it was OK, it was good. The goggles kept my world dark, so there was just the feel of Felice's touch, the smell of her, the sound of her voice. "Don't move your arms," she said softly as she caressed my breasts, her thumbs on my nipples, definitely with erotic intent. I wanted to wrap my arms around her, although maybe just to get her to stop, to take a break, get back to our old comfortable friendship. Now she was at my waist, applying more cream, when she had me lift my hips. I knew what was coming next, and was partly scared of it, and partly welcomed it. She slowly pulled down my bikini briefs and then I was laying there as naked as she was. I could feel the sun everywhere on my skin, just like at the guard chair. Her hands were on my bare legs, my calves, my hips and bottom, and when she was all done, when I was covered in sunscreen and nothing else, she sat or kneeled next to me, and leaned over. I could feel her shadow blocking the warm sun. "Lick your lips," she said, "and then open your mouth." Then her nipple grazed my lips and I closed them, kissing it. When she put a finger inside my pussy, I started sucking harder, and that made her move faster, and we wound each other up. This was my first time ever fooling around with a woman. Her first time? I didn't know. I made her come, just licking her breasts, and then I came too. She lay down beside me and guided my face toward hers, and kissed me. Then we spent a long time just embracing and kissing. Afterward, spent, we both lay on our backs, one of her legs over mine, not caring who saw us. After dinner, though, she went home, and I haven't talked to her since then. --- After telling the story, I was a little shaken. First, I didn't even remember it had happened until Mike brought it up; and second, I really did have some other swimsuits I could have worn! I was wearing one that day! How did I not know that this morning? None of this would have happened! Why did I mess up things so badly? It was nice to be inside the guard shack, out of the public eye, and I was relieved that Mike didn't seem as super furious as he was before. Still, it had been a really shitty day, and I was still sitting naked in front of this guy, and getting pretty tired. "Can you get me a ride home? Or at least back to my car?" Mike nodded. "Yes, let's go." I was reluctant to go back outside, but knew that each step would be closer to being home. Mike led me by the hand not to the buggy, but to the adjacent parking lot. Not where I was parked. "Where are we going?" "Just come along." He took me to his jeep, which was open-air, no doors, and then I was covering my quivering boobs with my hands as we rode onto the highway. I tried to get him to tell me where he was taking me, but he wouldn't say. What I didn't expect is that he would take me to his own house. It was a nice big place, in a gated community, very expensive for a senior lifeguard's salary. Did he marry into money? Mike had never talked about his personal life, other than he was married. And that might have been just to have us girls feel more at ease than if he was single. It must have looked so ridiculous: Mike parked the Jeep in the driveway and marched me up the front walkway, naked in the view of all these million-dollar houses. Mike unlocked the door and ushered me in. His wife was there. She was fashionably thin, in elegant casual clothes, just like the rich women downtown; short brunette hair and green eyes. She was a pretty woman. And she stared at Mike and I with a look of shock and grief. "This is Kelly, from the beach," he said amiably. "She'll be staying with us for a while." She stared at me for a moment and then glared at Mike. "Why. Is she here. Like this." "Kelly, why don't you go to the living room," Mike said. "I need to talk with Moira a sec." It took much longer than that. I stood for a while in the living room, hearing muffled voices as they argued. I couldn't even decide whether to sit down; I was dead tired, but the furniture looked really expensive and I might get in trouble for sitting naked on it. But more time passed, and Mike still hadn't come downstairs; so I slumped down in the end of a large sofa and tried to think of what to do. I guess adrenaline and fear had kept me semi-alert so far, because once I was resting and things were quieter, I quickly fell asleep. My slumber was full of dreams; but I only remembered the first and last. In the first, my eyes were shut, but the warm air, gentle scents and sounds told me where I was: back at the beach, atop the lifeguard chair. But something was a little off. I opened my eyes. To start, I was naked, head to toe. There was no sign of my clothes anywhere. Where had I left them? How long had I been up here like this? It was strange, the feeling of having jumped into my own body, kind of joining myself in progress. For one, I was suddenly feeling very aroused. My legs were spread a little, and the middle finger of my right hand was deep inside me. I was really moist, and my nipples were hard. The lifeguard chair wasn't the one I normally used: it was just as tall, but without railings or arms. Nothing to hide behind. I looked down, and a throng of people were watching. What's worse, I knew every one of these people staring at me. Not one of them was a stranger. This seems incredible, but inside the dream it was undeniably true. There were classmates, friends, people from church, little kids from down the street, my mom, other lifeguards, all unable to tear their eyes away. And not only was I naked, I had been playing with myself! But some people stopped looking directly up at me; their interest was below. I leaned forward to find out what had their attention. Two naked men were climbing my chair. I didn't recognize them. Lean, erect, and feral, they looked like jungle animals going for the kill. Their penises were huge and erect. My shame and confusion turned quickly to fear. They were only seconds away from reaching me. One hand brushed my foot as I jumped up and perched on the seat. Then I leaped off the side, dropping about 12 feet to the sand. I landed off-balance and stumbled forward, falling on my face. But I had to get up quickly. The men had jumped off too, like cats, and glared at me. I got up, spat out sand, and started running. I dodged people walking and jumped over people sunbathing, afraid to look back. Even one hesitation, and they could catch up. I could sense them right behind me. And nobody was helping me, even though I was obviously in danger. They were all just watching the spectacle. I could see the guard shack, about 200 feet away. If I got there first and could lock the door behind me, I'd be safe. I jumped over one more blanket and my foot landed wrong, a hole where I didn't see or expect it. Maybe a kid's sand castle. But I tripped and fell, and before I could even get up one of the guys chasing me roughly flipped me on my back. Some people took my hands and forced my arms apart; then the same was done with my legs. One of the feral men lowered himself onto me and forced himself inside; I was still wet from when I was playing with myself. I was thinking, No, please, not this way! Mercifully, that was where that dream ended. The last dream was at my house, late at night, about 2 am. I woke up thirsty and decided to go to the kitchen for some ice water. I was wearing this nightshirt, sort of a long T-shirt that used to go down to my knees. After going thru the laundry countless times, it had shrunk to about mid-thigh, hugged my body more than it used to, and the fabric had gotten thin. That would be no big deal, since I was the only one up. The house was dark and quiet. I flipped on the hallway light and headed out. When I got to the living room, I found out I wasn't the only one up. My brother and his friend Brad were watching some softcore thriller on cable, with the sound almost all the way down. No other lights were on. (I don't have a brother in real life, but in the dream I did. He was about 22, older than me. Even in the dream, I don't think I found out his name.) Brad saw me first, silhouetted in the light from hallway. Thinking back, it must have shone right through my nightshirt and outlined my body underneath. I wonder if I looked like some sort of erotic angel. He did take a second or two before saying "Hey, Kel." My brother did some sort of wise-guy salute. "Just getting some water," I said, still a little sleepy. "Can you grab a couple beers?" my brother said. "There should be some left." "OK." I walked into the kitchen, which was very dark, but I knew my way to the fridge: just straight across from the living room. In fact, you could see it from the couch. I opened the door and was bathed in fluorescent light. I looked for the beer, but couldn't find it, and must have stood there a long time. Brad walked up beside me, put a hand on my shoulder. I wasn't dressed for mixed company at all. "You know, I think we finished them all," he said. "Sorry for making you look." I turned to him. "It was my brother, not you." The door was still open and cool air was chilling the back of my legs. It seemed like my nightshirt was shorter than ever, like miniskirt length. He looked me up and down, then put a hand on my hip, taking a bit of the material between thumb and finger. "Do you usually wear this to bed?" I was kind of under a spell. "Yeah." "Anything underneath?" "No." This was already the most personal conversation I had ever had with Brad. He was an OK guy, kind of good looking; I just tended not to pay attention to my brother's friends. "It's kinda see-thru," he said. "Yeah." Suddenly I really enjoyed the attention I was getting. I put my arms around him and we started making out. It was naughty enough, kissing my brother's friend, wearing only this flimsy nightshirt. But then he pulled it up above my waist. My butt started getting chilled except where he had his hands, and he only had one back there anyway. With the other he was probing between my legs, tickling my bush, and finally playing directly with my pussy. All the while we were still kissing. He came up for air, and I raised my hands, whispering that he should just take the whole thing off. He was good with that. I finally kicked the fridge door shut and we were mostly in darkness. He fondled me all over and licked my breasts, just driving me crazy. Then he stopped. "Let's go back to the couch." I didn't want to stop. "My brother's there." "He'll be cool," Brad said, and took me over. My brother looked up at us, but then went back to watching the movie, as though seeing his sister naked was no big thing. "Scoot over," Brad said, and sat me down between them. Then I leaned back on Brad's lap, resting my head on a pillow to the side, and plopped my legs on my brother's lap. Brad idly played with my breasts and pussy as we all watched TV. And then I woke up. It took a few seconds to figure out where I was. Back in Mike's living room, naked, laying on the couch. Mike was kneeling at my side, one hand on my bare breast. "You awake?" he said. "Yeah." I looked out the picture window: dark already. "How long did I sleep?" "A few hours. I got us some dinner. Hungry?" "Yes..." "C'mon up." He took my hand and led me to the kitchen table. Two place settings were already out. Chinese food. "Can I wear something?" "Not yet," Mike said. We sat down and started to eat. "How do you feel? Dizzy? Drowsy?" "I feel OK," I said. Clearheaded, despite how weird everything was. Sitting here naked at the table of a married man, having dinner with him? "After dinner we'll talk about what happened today," he said. "And about what happens next." "Mmm-hmmmgh," I said, keeping my mouth closed because I had just taken a bite. After we were done, he moved his chair next to mine and turned me so we were face to face. "Can I go home now?" I said. He had a pained look. "It's not that easy," he said. "My mom must be worried sick by now!" "She already knows where you are." I was dumbfounded. This didn't make any sense. He continued, "The story you told me about today, and what happened in your backyard Wednesday; they were mostly true, but you left out a few things. Or possibly forgot them." "Left out what?" "Let's go to Wednesday. You said Felice came over, you lay down on your stomach and she stripped everything off. Then when you turned over, she stripped your bikini off and you made out for a little while. Then you got dressed and went to dinner. Is that right?" "Yeah, that's what I said." He sighed. "The guy next door was looking through his window at you and didn't even notice when his mother entered the room. She saw you both, called your mom, and then your mom marched out and caught you both in the act." "Oh my god!" "She was so shocked she could hardly move. It was only until you and Felice started relaxing that she stormed out and started yelling at you. You and Felice were yelling back." I could feel myself turning beet red. What he said was true. It was just so traumatic, I had blocked it out. Only Mike going over it was helping me remember. "At that point, she kicked you out of the house. Told Felice never to set foot there again or she'd call the cops. She didn't even let you back inside; didn't even let you put clothes on. She just marched you both around the side yard to Felice's car and stood there until you drove off." "What happened next?" I still couldn't remember. "I'm guessing you stayed at Felice's house or another friend's. Then on Friday you borrowed some clothes and drove to the beach to start your shift." Now I felt extremely tired, beaten down. But there was still hope. "It's been two days. Can I call my Mom, try to talk to her?" "Sure." He reached back, put his phone on speakerphone, and dialed. My mom answered, and I said "Mom?" but Mike put a finger to his lips. "Mrs. Klein," he said. "Your daughter would like to talk to you about what happened Wednesday." The hate that dripped from my mother's voice was like a stake through my heart. "You tell that slut that she is no longer my daughter. My daughter does not do those horrible things she did! She is no longer welcome in my house. Ever!" And then she hung up! "It's real," Mike said. Well, I was a wreck at that point. I felt like I had been kicked in the stomach. I sat on Mike's lap, crying on his shoulder, arms draped around him. He was now the one familiar thing here, the one comfort zone. He was all I had. I cried for a long time. Then I had an idea. "I'd like to go to Felice's. She can help me for a while. It's better than here." Mike shook his head. "Felice has the same problems you do. I don't think it's good for you and her to be together until whatever you have is fixed." "What do you mean, fixed?" "There's some fundamental reason for what you did and what happened to you," he said. He stood me up. "Right now, you've got nothing to your name, not even any clothing. Think of it as a clean start." "What do I do?" "Right now, I think you should get ready for bed." He showed me the guest room, where I would sleep. It had its own full bathroom, which he had stocked with every sort of health, beauty and hygiene product he could think of. There was a closet, but it was bare (like me): just a few empty hangers. I stood there a few moments, thinking. Mike was casually looking me over. I realized something: ever since I had started as a lifeguard, I had subtly noticed him gazing at me like that. Sneak peeks, especially when others probably weren't looking. The yellow swimsuit hugged my curves really well, back when I was wearing it; and he had pored over those curves so many times. He must have been imagining what I'd look like with the suit off. It was so obvious now. And when that weird chain of events caused me to be naked, he decided, even against his better judgment, that he was not going to let me go. Why did he scold me so much, then? Why did he call me a dizzy blonde every chance he got? Well, don't boys in school tease the most the girls they secretly have crushes on? To be naked in front of him, and to be wanted so intensely, was making me aroused. I looked at Mike. He was in good shape, decently handsome, and could be charming when he wanted to. The main thing I didn't like was how he had treated me. But seeing things in a different light... I took his hand, laid it on my bare breast. I looked up at him. Mike, I'm yours, I thought. At least for now. He took me on the guest bed, without even turning down the comforter. I lay on my back, comfortably padded. He kissed my thighs, my breasts, and my neck. He stripped off his shirt; I ran my hands over his muscular chest. His pants came off next, and his boxers; his penis bobbed up, stiffening. The sight made me moist. We didn't say anything to each other, but I was making more and more noise. Looking back, I figured his wife Moira was sure to have overheard us. He fondled my tingling breasts, and the head of his penis tapped against my inner thighs as he leaned forward. I took him in my hands and guided him in. I gasped. He was big, and even though I was wet, I was still tight. He'd have to ease his way in, let me stretch a little. "Oh god, Mike," I said, softer at the end, remembering his wife was around; but as he moved all the way in, and we started thrusting, it felt so delicious that I no longer cared about keeping quiet. I looked up at him, seeing his features for the first time, his firm chin, his bright green eyes. If only I had known. That first day on the job, when he had looked me over, me standing there shyly, worrying that my nipples were poking out too much against the yellow swimsuit, that I was a little more exposed than I wanted to me -- if only I had known then. I would have peeled off my suit right there. He could have taken me right then, there in the office. I wouldn't have picked the suit back up. I would have never worn anything again. The feeling of him inside me was winding me up and up. He had been imagining me in the position all this time... every day, while I wore nothing but that thin yellow swimsuit... I raked my nails along his back, luxuriating in the feeling of him filling me up, stoked by the naughtiness of where we were doing it, and where we might have done it earlier, if I had only known... There was such heat building up, a core between my legs, and sensation overload everywhere he touched me. I was moving, but my body's motion was not under my control. It was like I was strapped in, along for the ride. His eyes gazed into mine, and I swear I saw them harden first, before his body began to stiffen as well, his movements more deliberate, forceful. Then he let go, he came, and I came too, and it was only later, after we had calmed down, that I realized I must have been moaning, even screaming, at the very end. The silence now, as he nuzzled the nape of my neck, cloaked us like a blanket. I showered and climbed into bed. He went upstairs. I wondered if his wife had stayed up there, had heard the whole thing. * * * Now I know this story hasn't portrayed me in a complimentary light. I've tried my best to tell exactly what happened, and admit everything. But I'd like to take my own defense for a moment, against those of you who would call what I did "falling into my captor's arms", as the blondest thing of all. I knew my life was a mess at that point. Everyone I knew would quickly find out about what happened. I just didn't want to go out there and face them right then. Mike offered a fresh start. Like he said, I had nothing -- not even clothes on my back. He offered a place to stay and a chance to get back on my feet. I stayed for about 11 months, and stayed willingly. He eventually bought me some clothes, slowly accumulating a varied assortment that never seemed to add up to a complete outfit. I was almost never completely dressed, unless we left the house (and sometimes not even then). Much of the time I was nude. He bought a bikini bottom, which I sometimes wore around the house; ironically, when I swam in his backyard pool, I never wore anything. Maybe that image of me emerging from the surf, naked and dripping wet, was something he wanted to keep fresh. There's much more I could tell about my year with Mike, but they're moving on to the next story, so I'll stop here. The next one is (I think) Jim's story, which happened only a day later and on another beach about 15 miles away. So that's all for now, but I'll be back.

Kei’s Story Part One This story is about a young oriental girl from a small country in southeast Asia. Her name is Kei, and she is 24 years old. I have known Kei for 2 years. First, I will tell you about Kei. Kei is a very shy and modest girl, probably the most modest I know. In the 2 years I have known her, she has never worn anything that would reveal more than her hands and face. She is also devestatingly beautful. She is small, around 5”4, slight build, and has beautiful dark brown skin, similar to a white girl who has gotten a verrrry deep tan. Since Kei is so pretty, I have always thought that it was unfair that her beauty was always hidden beneath so much cloth! I decided one day that it was time for her to experience some new things (new to her, anyway). I had a plan for her. A friend of mine (Rick) is a medical student at a local university, so this gave me an idea. One day, Kei was feeling ill, and I insisted that she make an apointment at the doctors. Now, since kei had only spent a short time in USA (having just moved here from Asia), she had no idea what hospitals were like. She reluctantly made the apointment for the next day. Of course, she felt better by then, but I told her to go anyway. The next day, I drove Kei to the hospital where we met my student friend Rick. Rick and I were both very attracted to oriental women, and Kei was no exception. I sat in the waiting room, and Geroge motioned for Kei to follow him. He took her into a small room, told her to put on a hospital gown, and left. A few minutes later he came for her, and brought her back to the waiting room. Boy, was I surprised when she sat down next to me. The gown he had given her was very short - it came down only to mid-thigh, and pulled up even higher when she sat down. It was the first view I, and probably any guy, had ever had of her legs. God, where they beautiful. Her dark legs were firm and well-toned - her skin clung tightly to the muscles of her thighs and calves. The two guys sitting across the room were staring rather obiously at this sight, enjoying the view. Kei was obviously very embarrassed by this, since she never before been this exposed to a stranger. If only she knew what would happen in a few minutes!! Rick finally came back and took her to a room down the hall. This room had 3 beds in it, two of which were occupied by male patients. He motioned for Kei to sit down on the other. This she did, but glanced nervously at the other two men. After she sat down, Rick reached around to back of her neck, and to her horror, untied the gown and let it slide down until it was resting on her lap. This had the direct result of making her shapely chest visible to 3 men she had never even met. Her face registed her embarrasment as her smooth dark breasts were exposed. Rick then proceeded to hold his stethescope to her chest, listening to her heartbeat. After a few moments of this, he put it down and started to push on her stomach. After a few more routine examination kinds of things, he moved one had to her left breast and squeezed it between his thumb and forefinger, causing her to gasp. He squeezed harder, then moved to the other breast and repeated the proceedure. He ran his finger in little circles around her nipples, making them erect. All the while, Kei lowered her eyes and did not look at the other men in the room. If Kei thought that she could never feel more open and exposed than this, she was wrong. Rick told her to lie down on the bed, and he removed her gown from her lap leaving her completely naked. He told her to spread her legs, which she refused to do. After he told her she had to do it, she very slowly opened her legs. Joe lubricated his fingers with some Vasiline, and with one had spread her flesh while inserting his first two fingers into her. She gasped as he worked his fingers in and out, massaging her clit in the process. When his fingers first entered her, she gasped and clutched the side of the bed, her face contorted with embarrasement, humiliation, and hornyness. Rick gave her a few seconds to get herself under control. Then, he continued his stimulation. After a while the physical sensations began to have an effect on her; her clit and nipples got erect, and she began to breath in slower, deep breaths. She was trying very hard to ignore the sensations Rick was producing. A few more minutes of this and she could no longer control herself. She began to moan lightly, and her pelvis rose rhythmically off the bed. As Rick stroked her clit, her orgasm overtook her; she opened her eyes wide, looked directly into Rick’s eyes, and made little sounds betraying the extacy she was trying to hide. After her orgasm had subsided, she saw that the other guys in the room were watching her lustily. Rick, however, acted as if what had just happened was a normal procedure. He told her he would have to do some tests on her. He took a clit vibrator from a tray beside him, and strapped it to her. He told her to stand up and put her gown on. When she had done this, (much releaved to hide her body from prying eyes), he reached between her legs with one had and turned on the vibrator, causing her to gasp and cry out. He told her to follow him, and he left the room and walked down the hall. She had trouble walking, but, consiously placing one foot in front of the other, slowly followed. When he had come to the waiting room, he told her to sit down and wait until he came back for her. As she sat down across from three male patients, her gown again pulled up her legs, revealing the inside of her thighs, but not the vibrator. She sat down quietly, and placed her hands on her knees. She was determined not to show what she was feeling. After a minute to let her calm down, I started to talk to her. I asked her if she wanted to go out for dinner tonight, but she found it difficult to respond. Her words came haltingly, with pauses for breath every few seconds. As the conversation progressed, the vibrator began to have the desired effect. She resorted to nodding her head for yes and no questions. As it became obvious that she was close to orgasm, I asked her a question requiring a long reply. She was cuming while talking, trying so hard to concentrate on the her speech. After a few minutes, Rick came back and took her to another room. In this room was an examination table equipped with stirrups, which she eyed fearfully. He told her to lie down on the bed and removed her gown and vibrator. He told her to slide toward the end of the table, and put her legs in the sturrups. He left, and a few short minutes came back with 3 other medical students and a dick shaped piece of ice 8 inches long and 1.5 inches thick. As she lay there, one of the other students began to ask her about herself and her country. At the same time, Rick gently spread her dark flesh with one hand. She tried to concentrate on what she was saying. Rick waited until she started a long sentence, and then, slowly inserted the tip of the ice dildo. She stopped in mid-sentence, gasping and inhaling sharply as the cold ice penetrated her. He continued to slide the ice inside her, watching as her silky smooth flesh parted to accept it. After it was inside her, he quickly fastened a cloth under her crotch so that it kept the ice in place. He took her legs from the stirrups, and put her gown back on. He then told her to follow him, and he walked out of the room. She could barely walk, and had to concentrate on each and every step, going very slowly. He turned to go up a set of stairs, motioning for her to go first. She did, slowly. After walking around for 2 or 3 minutes, he took her back to the examining room, removed her gown, and removed what was left of the ice. Kei’s Story, part Two After Rick removed the ice from Kei, he took her back to the same waiting room to sit (and warm up her insides!). I followed Rick into another room, leaving Kei there for now. There Rick asked me if he could try a few more things. Heck, I along with the other guys in her hospital room, were about to cum in our pants, so I told him feel free. After our little chat, I went back to sit by Kei. I should tell you that even if you don’t think that her sitting there in her gown was very sexy, it was. Sure, you can see more flesh at a beach. But part of this was the psychological aspects - here was Kei, who had never even had a guy see her legs before, sitting in a very short gown next to two other guys. They both know she has nothing on underneath, and she knows they know. She knows they stare at her thighs, her beautiful brown flesh, and long to take her, right there. Well, Rick told me of a way to make Kei even more aware of her body. He said stirrups were nice, but there was nothing like the touch of a human hand to make her feel her femininity. He told her to follow him back into the room, and had her lie on the middle bed, between two men in the other beds. Then, he pulled the curtain between her and one of the men, but not the other. Then, two young interns came into the room. After disrobing her again, one intern moved to each side of the bed. Each one grabbed one of her ankles with one hand, and slid them towards her body so that her knees were bent at a 90 degree angle. Then, they put their other hands on her knees and pulled outwards, spreading her legs and putting her in much the same position as the stirrups, but this time, she could feel them touching her legs! Now, as this was happening, it about drove the one guy out of his mind. He KNEW that right next to him, a georgious oriental girl lied naked and exposed. He couldn’t see her, though, because of the curtain! Damn! But the other curtain was not closed, and he knew the OTHER lucky guy was getting a good show, and probably getting his rocks off under the sheets, too. Ain’t life a bitch! He could only HEAR what was happening. He heard her robe come off. He heard the interns tell her they were spreading her legs. He heard her gasp as a lubriated finger slid within her. He heard the intern whistle as her breasts jiggled invitingly when she raised her pelvis off the bed. He knew she was getting horny in spite of herself, that she tried not to show what she felt, but her face showed it. Then, at last, when her orgasm took her over the brink, he could hear her gasp and moan, hear her breath come in short, ragged pants, and then change to long deep gasps as she reached the peak of her extasy. He might have even suspected that all the orgasms she had ever experienced happend here, at the hospital, with strange men watching her. One thing I will say about Kei, and that is that her face is so beautiful when she cums. It has the look of someone who never suspected that she could experience so much pleasure, and was so surprised at herself for wanting more. But also, it had the look of someone who wasn’t quite sure if THEY knew what she felt. The look of someone tring to hide their orgasm because maybe THEY don’t even know what I am feeling. I loved that look. Especially on her very first orgasm, when she didn’t even know what to expect. She thought, “Oh my god, what is happening to me?” Also, ever time she came, she opened her eyes and looked right into ricks eyes, a piercing gaze that could have melted an iceberg, and nearly turned rick to a bowl of jello. Anyway, for her to cum for the first few times in front of strangers was perfect, for future plans I had for her! But that is the subejct of another story. Back to the hospital now, after a rest for Kei, she was taken to another examination room, this time with another stranger in it. This time He told her to stand facing to the bed, with her back toward the man. Rick then produced a thermomiter, and in view of both her and the man, lightly lubricted it with vasaline. Kei still had her gown on, but rick grabbed the bottom in the back, and lifted it a foot, revealing her tight ass. He started to move the thermomiter to her ass, but stopped. He asked the patient if he would be so kind as to help him for a second. He told the guy to put one of his hands on each side of her ass cheeks, and hold them open wide while he inserted the thermometer. The guy looked embarrased, but quickly recognized an opportunity when he saw one! He firmly held her ass in his hands, with his thumbs to the inside, and gently spread her apart. Rick asked him to hold her just a little wider please, and he quickly obliged. Then, Rick touched the tip of the thermometer to her hole, making her squirm uncomfortably. He slowly inserted it several inches, till just 2 inches of the thermometer stuck out. He then let her gown fall back down, and told her it would regester in a minute or two. All the while, she cannot even SEE the stranger who touched her in such a private place! After a minute, Rick came back, and reaching under her gown without lifting it, removed the thermometer. Rick had asked me before if he could give her an enema. I was at first leary, but he told me he would make shure it was pleasurable for her. I then agreed. Again he took Kei to the room with three beds. As she stood by the side of “her” bed, he untied her gown from her neck and let it slide to the floor. This time, instead of laying down on the bed, he told her to kneel on her hands and knees. She did, with a quick sideways glance at the man in the next bed. Rick, took a quick glance at her breasts hanging down below her so firm, and then took the strap-on clit vibrator and strapped it on her. He turned it on, and then sat and waited a few minutes until he knew she was good and hot. He then took the lubricated enema nozle and slid it 4 full inches into her ass. He reached up and opened the valve to let the water run, and as the warm water entered her, she shuddered all over and clentched her buttocks on the nozle. As the water continued to run, and the vibrator continued to stimulate her, she experienced the most intense sensations she had ever experienced in her life. She did not know whether to cry out in pleasure from the vibrator, or cry real tears at the humility of being given an emema with an audience. Rick moved around to the front of her bed, and asked her, in a manner of fact voice, “Have you heard a forcast for tomorrow, Miss?” His question momentarily yanked her back from the world of sensations her was lost in. She slowly focused on him, and began to answer, obviously consentrating immensly to form each word. You should have heard her voice then! Sooo beautiful. As much as she tried to make it calm, it shook and betrayed everything she was feeling. Then, the combination of clitoral and anal stimulation became too much for her. She began to cum in powerful waves, and as she came, she she kept saying “Oh my god!” as she tried to retain her composure. At the end, rick removed the nozle, and she collapsed onto the bed, worn out from her orgasm. Kei’s Story, Part 3 It was nearly time for Kei to leave the hospital now. In the past few days, she had experienced many new things, to her. She had been undressed in front of strangers, had her body probed by fingers and objects, and had her first orgasm in front of strange men. There was one more thing, though, that she had not yet experienced, and I thought she should. That is, multiple orgasms. Rick had said that it was not too easy, and that it depended on the girl. I told him that she used to run alot, and that she was in good shape and had good muscle tone, and he agreed that it might be possible. When she was back sitting next to me in her short gown in the waiting room, Rick came back in and said that he was through, but that a group of medical students were here trying to get practical experience, and that if she would help by letting them examine her, that he could negotiate a break on the hospital bill. She knew that I was not rich, and that I could use the money, so she agreed. Rick said that these medical students were studing the female sexual system, and that first it was necessary to do something. He led her into a room with a young intern, then he left. The intern said, “Ok, lie on this table”. She did. He then untied her gown and slowly parted it. “Spread your legs please, Miss.” She did. He then took a shaver and shaved all of the fine black hair between her legs, leaving her smooth skin bare. “Ok miss, you may get up”, he said. She got up and pulled her gown back around her and tied it in the front. AFter a few moments, Rick appeard again and led her to an examining room. After a short time, four male medical students walked in. He introduced them to her, and told them that they would be exploring female sexual organs today. He told Kei to remove her gown and sit down on the edge of the table. As she removed the gown, the four students gazed appriciatively at her smooth brown body. Rick helped her onto the table. She sat with her arms crossed in front of her chest and her legs crossed. Rick said, “First, we will start with the breast. Please move your arms Miss.”. She dropped her arms to her side. “Now, notice that this patient’s breasts are firm and do not sag. Also, notice how the nipples will become hard and stand out under stimulation”. He ran his finger around the nipple her her left breast, causing it to become hard. “I would like each one of you to feel her chest.” The first student came up and placed his hand on her firm tit. “Now, squeeze it between your thumb and forefinger”. He did so. “Try stimulating the nipple on her right breast”. He squeezed her right nipple, making it hard. Seeing no reaction on her face, he squeezed harder until she gasped and then let go. Then, one by one, the other students also massaged her chest, each one obviously enjoying the opportunity. “Next”, said Rick, “We will examine the clitoris and vagina. Please lay down on the table, Miss. Thank you.” He then began to massage her clit with one hand while he continued to talk to the students. After a few minutes of this, she was gasping and writhing on the table. Just as she was about to cum, he stopped, and did not touch her for 2 whole minutes while he talked. By this time, Kei knew what she was going to feel, and she had become so horny from Rick’s stimulation that she just wanted to cum. After a few minutes, Rick told one of the students to massage her clit. He did, and again Kei began panting. Rick told the student to insert his finger into her, and he did, all the while continuing to stimulate her clit. This quickly became too much for her little body, and she began to shudder with the onset of her orgasm. As she began to cum, Rick said, “Notice her facial expression.” She had her eyes closed in extacy, and was moaning softly. “Please open your eyes, Miss”. She heard him, and struggled to make her muscles respond though the waves of exctacy overwelming her. “Notice that she has trouble focusing now.” Then, her orgasm was over, and she tried to catch her breath and relax on the table. “Now, you try”, said Rick, motioning to the next student. The next one walked up and also massaged her clit. After just one minute of this, she was again close to cumming. This time, Rick gave one of the other students a nipple clamp, and said, “Put this on her nipple”. He did, gently releasing it until it was at its full pressure. Again, this new stimulation pushed her over the brink into another orgasm, and her small body shook with pleasure. “This time”, said Rick, “notice how she has trouble talking. Please say something, Miss”. Kei looked at him, but all she could manage was “Oohhhhh”. Finally she got out, “Ohhhh my god!” in her oriental accent, all the while panting heavily. Then she tried again, “My god! What, ahhhh, are you, (gasp) doing to me??” Then, her second orgasm was over. The third student walked up and began to stimulate her. Just before she began to cum, Rick gave him some lotion substance. “What’s this”, the student asked. Rick said, “It produces a sensation of heat that can be quite pleasurable. Put some on her clitoris and nipples”. The student did, and the sensation of heat immediately made her cum again. She stammered, “My god! Ohhhh!. What... What IS that!?”. The other students stared trasfixed at her firm breasts heaving as her whole body shook. She continued to cum for a few seconds even after the student stopped stimulating her clit. When she stopped, Rick gave her a few seconds to catch her breath from her three powerful orgasms so far. Then, he said, “This time, we will try a non-reclining position, and examine the effect of surroundings.” He told Kei to stand up, and gave her her gown again. She put it on, and he led the whole group out into the hall. After a short walk, he opened the door to a stairwell, and led them in, closing the door behind them. “Sometimes” he said, “a sense of danger can highten the orgasm expereince. She knows that anyone could wander by anytime.” He motioned to the last student, named Paul. Kei was standing in front of him. Paul started to untie her gown, but Rick said, “Leave her gown on, Paul. Just reach under it with your hand”. Paul first touched her bare knee, and then ran his hand up her leg until it was under her gown. “Now, stimulate her, Paul”. Paul began to massage her clit and work his fingers in and out of her cunt. Soon she began to be affected. She started to gasp, but glanced to the small window in the door behind her and the people walking down the hall, and instead she bit down lightly on her finger to silence herself. As Paul continued to rub her clit, her chest began to heave, and she started to lean back against the concrete wall. “No, Kei”, said Rick, “remain standing”. She did, reaching out with one hand to Paul’s shoulder to steady herself. After a few more seconds, her orgasm began. It was obviously the most intense for her so far. Even though she made only soft moaning sounds, the look on her face made it clear that this was her best so far. She put both of her arms around Paul’s neck, and buried her face in his shoulder. Then, one of the other students reached under her gown from the back, and put one finger in her tight ass, causing her to cum even harder. Then, her orgasm stopped, but Paul kept going, and after just a few seconds, she began to cum again. Her smooth legs trembled underneath her. With great concentration, she lifted her head off Paul’s shoulder, focused on his face, and, in the best normal tone she could manage, said, “Thank you... for doing... this ... to me.” Then, worn out from her series of intense orgasms and the effort of talking to Paul while cumming, she collapsed in Paul’s arms, and he carried her back to the room where were clothes were. A few minutes later, she appeared back in the waiting room, fully clothed and smiling, but still a little shaky. We walked back to the car and left. On the way home I asked her if the hospital was as bad as she had feared. “Oh, no” she said. “It was just, well, not what I expected”, and she left it at that. Kei’s Story, Part 4 After I brought Kei home from the hospital, I gave her a few days to rest and think about what she had felt there. But then, I had other plans for her. I decided to share her beauty with a few of my friends in a rather interesting way. I invited 4 of my friends over to my house for the evening. They came over and I introduced them all to her. The day before I bought her a cotton dress which was long (down almost to her ankles) but was lightweight. I told her to wear it that night. After a few minutes, I sent her out to sit in the back seat of the car, and told my friends that one by one they would get a ride for 25 minutes, and that they during that time, her body was for their pleasure. The first one went down to the car, and he got in the back seat too and I got in the front to drive. It was dusk, and getting dark, so it was not easy to see inside the car from outside unless you really looked. I set off driving, no place in particular but just driving around. After a minute, he put his hand on her chest and felt her tits throught the thin cloth of her dress. Then, he unzipped it and gently pulled it off her shoulders and let it fall to her lap. He spent along time playing with her breasts and nipples, massaging them and squeezing her nipples between his thumb and finger until they were hard and she gasped. He also sucked on her nipples. Eventually we went back, and he went up and the next one came down and got in the car. We left again. This friend of mine was big, black, and built like Tom Cruise (all rock solid muscle). I could tell that Kei was immediately attracted to him. Everybody has an idea of what the perfect body of the opposite sex looks like, and for her, he was it. We took off and he reached down to the bottom of her dress and slowly pulled it up her calves. Then he passed her knees and very slowly pulled it up to reveal more and more of her smooth thighs. While this was happening, we stopped at a light and a pickup truck pulled up next to us. The driver could see in the window and saw what was happening. When he had pulled her dress up would go, he reached under with both hands and removed her knickers, pulling them down past her knees so they could slide down her legs to the floor. I could tell she was already hot, just because it was him that was doing it to her. He reached under her dress again and in just a few minutes had her gasping for breath. He continued, and her climax began. She turned her head to look into his eyes, and she started to shudder in orgasm. As her orgasm took her, he looked into his eyes and moaned. We went home again, and the other two guys got their chance too. Then, we went back home and we all sat down in the living room. The guy that she liked went over to her and again reached under her dress to stimulate her, this time with the rest of us watching. But since she was so attracted to him, she could have been on TV and she would still been unable to stop herself from what she felt. So, he worked on her until he knew she was just about to cum, and then he stopped. Of course, this drove her crazy. He gave her a couple of minutes to calm down, then he started again. While this was going on, I went into the kitchen and got a wine glass which I took into the bathroom. One by one, each of us went into the bathroom and deposited a nice big sample of cum into the glass. This took some time of course and during all the time my friend was getting her close to orgasm and then stopping. Finally, he too went into do his part. Then, he came out with the glass and I got a spoon from the kitchen. We mixed it up good and gave her the glass and spoon. She looked each of us in the eye, and took the glass. She was still about to explode from all the stimulation she had had, and my friend continued to work on her. She gingerly picked up the spoon and scooped up a spoonful. As she put it in her mouth, he rubbed her clit and she inhaled sharply. After a few more spoonfulls, she started to cum. One of my friends had gone around behind her and was reaching around to squeeze her tits. She came in the best orgasm she had had yet, all the while eating her “meal”. Finally she was done - she put the glass down and collapsed onto the coutch, exhausted. Since she had worked so hard, we decided she needed bath, so we took her in the bathroom and ran some hot water with bubbles in the tub. She stood up and we pulled her gown off, took her hand, and led her to the tub. She got in, savoring the sensation of the warm soapy water. Then we all kneeled by the side of the tub and we each took turns washing her with a bar of soap, sometimes using a sponge, sometimes our hands. Kei’s story, Part 5 Since Kei’s hospital visit (the subject of the first 3 Kei stories) went so well, I decided to see what else I could “arrange”. I thought of another friend of mine named Carl who owned a small company in town which produces optical equipment. I talked to him and told him my plan, and he agreed to it. I told Kei that me and a few friends of mine were going to go on a tour of this factory and that she should come along. She agreed, and we all left in the same car. After a short drive, we arived and got out. Carl met us in the lobby. After briefly glancing at us all, he asked whether we were all US citizens. Of course, since Kei was from southeast Asia, she was not. I told him that she was not an American. He said that in order to protect company secrets that she would have to be searched both before and after the tour. He told her that either she could wait outside for us, or that if she agreed, she would be searched. But he warned her that once she went inside, there was no turning back - they would search her no matter what. She thought for a minute, and decided that she wanted to stay with us, so she agreed. He told us to wait in the lobby and he told her to follow him into another room down the hall. She did, and when she walked in she saw three burly men dressed in guard uniforms. Carl closed the door and left the room, leaving her there alone with the men. As she stood there humbly, the first guard pointed to a partition that was at the far side of the room. It was about 5 feet tall, 6 feet wide, and started around two feet off the ground supported by posts. He told her to go behind the partition and remove all her clothes. He threw her a robe, and she walked to behind the partition. In this position, she was partially hidden from the guards, but her head from the shoulders up and her legs from the knees down could be seen. At first she just stood there until the guard gruffly said “come on, we don’t have all day here”. She unbuttoned her shirt and removed it, hanging it on a hook on the wall behind her. Then she removed her bra. She hesitated here, unsure if she was expected to continue. The guard said “hurry up”, so she unbuttoned her jeans and let them slide to the floor at her feet. She reached for the robe, but the guard said “remove it ALL, miss”. She pulled her knickers down and also let them slide down her legs to her feet. All the while the guards could see her brown legs from the thigh down under the partition. Then she put the robe on. The guard told her to gather up her clothes since they would be searched. As she brought the pile of her clothes out to the guard, she thought “well, at least they gave me this robe to cover up with”. But she didn’t realise that SHE would be searched too! After one of the guards searched through her clothes, he said to the others “Her clothes are ok. Lets see about her”. He led her over to a table in the middle of the room. The table was bare metal and cold. He said “remove your robe miss and sit on the table”. She pleaded with him, “Please, let me keep the robe? I will be embarassed.” He looked sternly at her without saying anything. Slowly she reached up for the tie that held it closed at the waist, and untied it. Then she slid it off her shoulders and let if drop, revealing her firm Asian breasts to the guards. She sat on the edge of the table, and inhaled sharply as the cold metal came into contact with her ass. Since the air temperature was chilly, her nipples had already begun to get erect. One of the guards stood next to her and told her to open her mouth as wide as she could. She did this and he looked in her mouth. Satisfied, he told her to close it. Then, he put his right hand on her left breast. One think about Kei’s breasts is that they are firm, don’t sag at all, and they are very well defined. Some girls’ breasts just sort of fade into the rest of their chest, but not her’s. There is a sharp angle between her breasts and rest of her chest, making them appear to stand out more. And, this shape makes for a good handful. This guard put his thumb under her breast, his other fingers on top, and started to squeeze her tit roughly. She gasped. The way he was squeezing it made her breast thin in the middle and part of it stick out from the front of his fingers. He then said to one of the other guards, “check her nipple”. While the first guard held her breast firmly in this position, the second one came over to her. At first he just brushed his hand upwards gently rubbing her erect nipple. “Ohh” she said, not used to having her nipple stimulated like this. Then he squeezed it between his thumb and forefinger. After a minute of this, they both let go, and she placed her hand over her now sore left breast. Then they repeated the procedure on her right breast, first sequeezing it and then squeezing her nipple. While they were doing this, the third guard watched the whole thing. Then, when they were done with both breasts, they told her to lie down on the table. She did, shocked as her warm skin met the cold metal along the length of her back, buttocks, and thighs. She lay there with her hands at her sides, and one guard moved to each side of the table. They grasped her ankles and pulled them apart, spreading her legs wide. She tried to close them, but could do nothing against the strong grip of the guards. The third guard said “Lie still, miss” since she was squirming on the table. He began by placing his hand on her calf, massaging the fleshy part of her calf. He worked his way upwards, passing her knee. Then he started on her smooth dark thighs. Soon he had covered both legs, pressing his fingers into her flesh. When he reached for her cunt, she asked him “Please, don’t”. But he inserted two fingers inside her, wiggling them around. This made her gasp again, and her breasts jiggled invitingly. He gently rubbed her clit with his thumb. After a few minutes of this, he said to one of the other guards, “She seems ok, you want to try?” The other guard also rubbed her clit. By now she was feeling flushed as she tried to ignore the feeling this was producing within her. The physical sensations began to outweigh her emotions of humiliation and she found herself starting to involentary try to lift her pelvis off the table. When the third guard also stimulated her, it became too much for her to bear, and an orgasm began to wash over her. Her little body trembled for a few seconds. When she opened her eyes again, she was still panting a little. They threw her her robe, and she put it back on. They told her she would get her clothes back at the end of the tour. So that was how she came back to us in the lobby, dressed only in her robe. It was a loose fitting robe which revealed flashes of her thighs and chest when she moved. We would have a hard time paying any attention to the tour now! We walked around the building, and every time we came to a staircase Carl motioned for Kei to go first so we could watch her legs as she walked up the stairs. We all spend more time watching her than anything else. Sometimes we would get glimpses of her firm chest if her gown shifted in the right way, and we soon all had hardons. After the tour, we came back to the lobby. Carl told Kei to go back to the room with the guards since she needed to be searched a second time before she left. She had no choice since all her clothes were there. She went back to the room, and the three guards were still there. They closed the door behind her, and told her she would be searched again, this time more thoroughly than before. She went over to the table and the guard removed her robe again. She lied down on the table, and the guard told her that this time she would not like how they had to search her, and so they must tie her arms and legs. Two of the guards tied her arms over her head which made her back arch a little and displayed her breasts more prominantly. Then, one guard grabbed each of her ankles and they tied her in a spread-eagle position so she could not close her legs even if she wanted to. One of the guards rubbed her clit for a few minutes until she began to breath heavy. Then, they told her that they need to examine her very closely this time because she might be smuggling out something hidden inside her. One of the guards produced a shiny metal device. It had two curved, blunt metal blades which together formed about 75% of a circle abount 1” around. But the blades were separated and hinged. A screw could be turned which separated them by about 1/8” each turn. She eyed this device fearfully. Just a few weeks ago she had never even been seen naked by a male, and now here she was, tied spread-eagle to a table in front of three guards. The guard with the device explained to her that it was a labia-spreader, designed to allow better access to her vagina. He said that to make it easiest on her, they would stimulate her clit at the same time. The guard closed the spreader to its smallest size, and lightly lubricated it with some vasiline he had in a jar by the table. She watched all this. The guard brought it to her cunt, and slowly inserted it, farther and farther until it was all inside her except for the end with the screw. He waited a minute until the metal warmed up to her body temperature. Then, he reached down and gave the screw four turns. It was already tight to begin with, but this made it all the tighter. She said “Please, that is far enough”. They waited, and one of the guards stroked her clit again until she gasped. Then, they gave the screw a few more turns. This time it became very uncomfortable as he pussy was spread farther than it had ever been. They waited a minute for her to get used to this, and the guard stroked her clit again. Then, a few more turns. Now, the sensation had turned to pain. She clenched her fists. She asked the guard if this was enough, and he said, “Miss, we need to do this the best we can. We will have to push you to your limit, to the point where your pleasure and pain become one. Then, we will examine your vagina. Don’t worry, you will not be injured.” He turned the screw again, and this time the pain grew sharper. She bit down lightly on her lip to keep from crying out. A guard stroked her clit again, and the sensation of pleasure from the stimultion worked to partially block out the pain. Then, another turn. This time she did cry out. The guard who had been just watching moved to her side and cupped her breast. He gently squeezed, and ran circles around her nipple with his finger. The first guard turned the screw again, and a tears began to appear in her eyes. He stroked her clit again, and she moaned with pleasure in spite of the biting pain. Then, another turn. This time she thought she would pass out. She sobbed, and he stroked her clit again. Then, they waited about 2 minutes for her to get used to this level of pain. All the while, one of the guards continued to stimulate her breasts and nipples. After the 3 minutes were up, she had gotten her sobbing under control. He turned the screw some more, and she again cried out. “You are close, miss. Just a little more”, said the guard. He turned it again and this time the pain washed over her like a wave - it was all she felt or could think about. At this point one of the guards went out to the lobby and motioned for us to follow him. He took us to the room where she was, so that we could see her like this. We saw her naked, tied spread eagled to the table with her pussy being forced open. She was only dimly aware of us in the room. We all got instant erections. “Once more, miss”. He lightly brushed her clit again, bringing her to the brink of an orgasm. Then, he turned the screw one last time, and we heard her cry out. But the pain pushed her over the brink and her orgasm began. Her pussy was now gaping open very wide, which was alot for her small body to bear. The guard probed around inside her quivvering vagina with his fingers, while she was cumming. For the moment, the pleasure was counteracting the worst pain she had ever felt, and she was in her own world, lost in the sensations and far far away from reality. Each guard in turn felt her. Finally, her orgasm subsided and the pain began to return full force. The guard turned the screw the other way to close it. After a few minutes, he could remove it from her. Her little body shook from the experience she just had - she was brought to the very edge of her pain threshold, more than she knew she could tolerate. But when she got there, she found an orgasm. She began to get up, but the guard said “we’re not quite done yet.” He told her to sit on the edge of the table again, and she did. He took her perfectly formed breast in his hand, and squeezed it. Then, harder. This was painful, too, but not as much as the pussy spreader was. He then moved to the other breast and did the same thing. Finally, they gave her her clothes back, and she dressed. She walked out to the lobby, still sore from what she had been through, but fully dressed now. We left and went back out to the car. Her first B&D experience was over. Kei’s Story, Part 6 One day, I took Kei out to see a movie. It was a 9:00 show, so it was getting dark when we got there. We went inside the theatre and sat down, waiting for the movie to start. There was not many people in the theatre, so we sat in a secluded spot. After about 40 minutes had gone by, I noticed that a guy sitting in the next isle kept glancing at Kei - he was paying more attention to her than to the movie. But he was a ways away, and couldn’t see her very well. He was also sitting alone. I said to Kei, “I’ll be right back”, and I went over and sat next to him. At first he thought I would be mad because I noticed him looking at her. I said “She is very pretty, isn’t she?”. “She sure is”, he said, “I’ve never seen a girl quite like her before.” I asked him “would you like to get more aquainted with her?” His eyes lit up, and he said yes, of course he would. I gave him the address at my apartment, and I told him to meet us there after the movie. Then I left and went back to Kei. When I got back, she asked me “Was that someone you know?” “No”, I said, “I never met him before”. She looked puzzled, but didn’t ask any more questions. We watched the rest of the movie, and left the theatre. On the way home, I told her she should stop over to my place for a bit. She agreed, so we went there. After we got there, I turned the lights down low, and we sat together for a minute. Then I asked her if she would do something for me. She had on a light cotton dress and a shirt that buttoned down the front. I reached over and unbuttoned the first button. She looked at me, but didn’t protest. I undid the rest of the buttons, and unhooked her bra. I removed it, and told her to put her shirt back on. She really didn’t understand why I did that, but she would learn soon enough. I told her to stand up, and I reached under her dress and pulled her knickers down. I put them and her bra in the back room, and we sat back down. “What did you do that for?” she asked. “You’ll see in a minute”, I said. A few minutes later there was a knock on the door. I told her to stay there, and I went to answer it. I opened it and the guy stood there a bit nervously, not sure if I was serious. He introduced himself as Lee. We were in the foyer, out of earshot of Kei if we talked quietly. I said to him, “you want to see Kei’s body, don’t you?” He said he did. We both went into the next room, and I told Kei to stand up. She did, and we moved to face her. She said “I thought you said you didn’t know him”, but I just said “shhhhh, don’t talk”. I unbuttoned her shirt again, but didn’t remove it, just let the front hang open a bit. I took Lee’s right hand, and slid it under her shirt from the front, placing his hand cupping her breast. Her eyes opened wide in suprise - here was a guy she had never met fondling her chest. I let him have fun for a minute, then told him “ok, please stop now”. If Kei had been white not Asian, she would have been blushing furiously. I walked around until I was standing in back of Kei, and I slid her shirt off her shoulders and removed it, leaving her bare chest visisble to Lee. He stared and whistled under his breath. “Would you like to see more?” I asked Lee. Of course he said he did, so I slid Kei’s skirt down her legs. She was now completely naked. I asked Lee what he would like to do with her. His eyes lit up, and he motioned me over. I walked over next to him, and he wispered something my ear that Kei could not hear. Then, we stepped apart and I said, loud for Kei to hear, “Ok - anything you want.” I told Kei to get down on her hands an knees on the floor. Then, I got a cloth and tied it around her eyes so she couldn’t see anything at all. I left her and Lee there and went into the other room for a minute and returned with a vibrator. Of course, kei couldn’t see it. I handed it to Lee and said “Ok, she’s all yours.” I went over and sat in the couch, far enough away to not disturb them, but close enough to watch. Lee turned on the vibrator and gnetly touched the tip to her pussy, startling her. He told her “Just relax”, as he slowly pushed it farther into her cunt. He left it there for a minute, vibrating away. Then, he began to slide it in and out. This soon had an effect on her - she started to inhale sharply as it entered her. I closed my eyes, just listening to the beautiful sound of Kei’s moaning as she got closer and closer to orgasm. She was still on her hands and knees, but now she was rocking back and forth. She looked like she would start to cum any minute now. I got up and quietly went over to her. I lied down on my back next to her so my head was underneath her chest. As soon as she started to cum, I grabbed one of her breasts in my hand, brought her nipple to my mouth and started to suck for all I was worth. This was totally unexpected to her, and the new sensation sent her farther away into her own world. I gave her tit one final squeeze and went back to sit down before her blindfold came off and she saw what happened. Lee removed the vibrator, and took the blindfold off. She collapsed onto the carpet, still panting. I was going to tell her to get dressed, but Lee told me “I would like to suck her nipples, too!”. So I told her to get back on her hands and knees, and Lee lied down like I was before with his head under her left breast, which was hanging down below her most invitingly. He started to run his toung in circles around her nipple, making her shutter a little and her nipple get hard. Then he put his mouth around just the part of her nipple that stood out, and began to suck. I knew that her breasts were empty, but I had heard that repeated sucking stimulation could make them produce milk. This sounded like a good idea to me, so I figured what better time to start than now. I lied down on her other side and took her remaining nipple in my mouth in the same way, gently squeezing her tit as I sucked. Maybe in a few weeks we could have even more fun with her breasts. This was so enjoyable that we didn’t want to stop, but after a few minutes we did, and she got dressed again. I led Lee to the door, and he said that Kei was indeed the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. I told him that in a few weeks I would be going on a trip, and Kei would stay here. I invited him to come and enjoy her while I was gone. After Lee left, I asked Kei, “Just a few weeks ago you had never even been seen naked by a guy. Now what do you feel like when he sees you nude?” She said “I am still embarassed when my clothes come off - I did it becuase I thought you wanted me to”. “Yes”, I said, “but didn’t you enjoy it?”. She looked down and said “Well, it did feel kind of good for a minute”. She still did not quite understand what an orgasm was, even though she had had a few by now. I told her, “Kei, you’re little Asian body is so beautiful, it should be shared and enjoyed by anyone who wants to use it.” I told her “Listen, I am going to take you to be eaten”. “Eaten?” she asked, “What is that?” “Oh, you’ll find out soon enough”, I said. “You just have to do what I say and trust me. We will wait until tomorrow”. That night, I went out to some stores and bought a few things for her to wear. She didn’t own any clothing reavealing enough for what I wanted on her, so I got some. I thought about getting her a mini-skirt, but decided I wanted something lighter weight, nearly transparent. I found a short lightweight silk dress, which normally went down to just above the knees. But I bought it in a shorter size so it would only cover part of her thighs, and even less when she sat down. Then, I thought about a top. I found a very revealing blouse - it was cut very low in the back, then had some shoulder straps which were very thin. In the front, it was also cut very low - so low it would just barely hide her nipples if she sat up, and maybe not even that if she slouched. The next day, I picked her up and took her to my apartment, where I gave her her new things. She picked them up gingerly, and said “You must be kidding, I can’t wear that in public!” I said, “Oh, yes you can. Put them on.” She disappeared into the bathroom and emerged a few minutes later wearing her new clothes. By the way she moved and walked, I could tell she felt almost naked in them - no one dresses like that in her country. She did look stunning, though - she could now walk into a room and turn every male head there to look at her. Your eyes were almost involentarily drawn to her legs, where her smooth thighs emerged from her skirt, or her chest, with most of the top part of her breasts revealed. The skirt had a slit up the front, and I said to her “wait, just one more thing”. I reached her the skirt and pulled her knickers off. “My god”, she said. “This is crazy.” I had a plan for her to be eaten tonight, but I decided to have a little fun showing off her body first. A thought to myself, “A shoe store would be alot of fun...” I told her she needed some nice shoes to wear, too. She got a wide eyed expression in her face when she realized what that meant - she would have to let the salesman try the shoes on her, with his face just inches from her bare legs. I drove to a small shoestore in a secluded place. We went in, and as I expected, a young salesman immeadiatly asked us what we needed. I could tell he was resisting the temptation to gawk at her. I told him she needed a nice pair of sandals. We went over to sit down on the chairs, and he came back a few minutes later with a box. He knelt down by her legs. She had her legs pressed tightly together. He took one of her calves in his hand and guided her foot into the shoe. I saw him take a few quick glances up her legs, too. I told her, “feel them with your hands to see if it fits ok”. Of course, this meant she had to bend forward. She did, and of course her blouse hung down in the front, revealing every inch of her chest and her beautful nipples to the salesman, who was clearly very nervous. I said “Try the other shoe on”. She did, and they seemed to fit, so we bought a pair and left the salesman with his hard on. It was getting dark when we went back out to the car. I told her, “Ok, now I will take you to get eaten.” “What is it”, she asked again, but I didn’t answer. I went driving until I found a poor slum section of town in a mostly black neighborhood. Eventually, I saw a group of 4 black youths standing around on a corner. Kei was very nervous, not sure what I was up to. I stopped the car and walked over to them. I pointed out to them that I had a very beautiful young Asian girl in the car, and how would they like to have a little fun. I told them to meet me in a small deserted alley, and they left for there. I went back to the car, and told Kei to get out. She did, and I took her hand and led her to the alley. “God”, she said, “What are you going to do?” We got to the alley, and the four men, all in their early 20’s, looked at her. I told them they would all get a chance to eat her. By the side of the road there was a ledge about 3 feet high, and I led her over to it. I told her to sit down on it, and she did, letting her legs dangle down. The guys walked over, and I made a show of unbuttoning her blouse and removing it. Instead of removing her skirt, I just pushed it up her thighs. I told her to skoot forward until just the back of her ass was on the stone ledge. I pointed at one of the men, and he came over to her. She still had her legs pressed together, but he grabbed one knee in each hand and gently spreaded them apart. He knelt down between her legs, with his face at her crotch, and she asked again, “What is he going to do?” He started to lick her clit, and she said “Ohhh, my!” She was aware of the fact that she was outside in the middle of some street at night. She looked around nervously, but could not see anyone else but us. I told the other men, “you will each get a turn, but only one at a time.” Then, I just walked off back to the car, leaving her there with the men. As I left the alley, I heard her stifle a scream of pleasure as his toung explored her insides. I went back to the car, and ran a few errands I had to do at the store. After about 30 minutes, I decided they would be done by now. Then I went back to the alley. When I got there, the last one had just finished with her, and she was still sitting on the ledge, panting and trying to catch her breath. She said, “My god, I never felt anything like that before.” One of the guys told me she had cum 5 or 6 times. He said, “We want to fuck her.” I told myself, “well, I guess its got to happen sometime.” (Besides, they were all bigger than I was, and there were four of them!) I told them ok. I told her she has had things in her cunt before, but never a penis, and she was still a virgin. On top of the ledge where she was stitting was grass, so I told her to get up on there and lie down. She did, and I told her to spread her legs for the nice man. The first one had a thick penis, and slowly went down on her. As he entered her, she again gasped. She realized this was the first time she had ever really had sex. The man began to pump, holding her head in his hands and kissing her mouth. Soon he was pouring his cum deep inside her, and he got up and let the next one take his turn. He lasted only a short time, then the third. This time, she was so close to cumming that when he entered her she began to cum immeadiately. She bucked her pelvis off the grass as she cried out softly. Finally, the fourth man entered her, and just as he started to shoot his warm cum into her, his pulsing triggered another orgasm in her. She closed her eyes in extacy and let the waves of pleasure wash over her young body. Finally when they were all done, she remained lying there, too exhausted to get up or move. One of the men said, “Hey, can I get a few of my friends?” Sure, I said, so he ran off and came back a few minutes later with 3 more guys. She opened her eyes and looked at them, and said, “I need to rest.” But the first one unzipped his pants and started to fuck her. In spite of her claiming she was exhausted, finally she started to cum again. Then, the next man took her. At this point she was just drifting from one orgasm to the next. Finally, the last man finished and got up. This time, she really was gone - all those orgasms wore her right out. I had to carry her back to the car. I told the men that maybe we could do this again soon. I told them her body was made for their pleasure. Finally, we drove home, and I carried her into my apartment. She opened her eyes weakly and looked at me. She asked in a shakey voice, “How many were there?” “Seven”, I said. “Next time, there will be more.” She groaned and fell asleep on the couch.

Kate & Jen - The Concert by Dogget I hardly got anything at work that day because I was so excited about the concert. Jen picked me up right at 5:00 and we were off to our first big concert. We’d both been to small club type concerts before but nothing as big as a major concert in a big area. Jen got really lucky when she heard the right sequence of songs on the radio to call in and win a pair of tickets. Of course she took me since we are roommates and total BFF. Neither of us makes very much money since we both left home after high school and didn’t go to college. This is a huge treat for us and was sure to be a night to remember. My name is Kate, and I work as a secretary in a small office and Jen works in an Abercrombie store. We are really similar in every aspect of our lives. I’m 5’6" while Jen is 5’7, both of us have nice bodies and we are both 22 years old. We live in a small 2-br apartment on the top floor of a five-story building in a nice part of town. It was really warm that evening as we drove the short distance to the arena. I had changed into a pair of short shorts and a halter and some chunky heeled shoes before we left and I’d left my work clothes and my car at work. Jen was wearing one of the new super short skirts from Abercrombie and a strapless top. She was wearing some real kick ass boots that I had never seen before; they were almost knee high and had a metal stiletto heel. We were trying to dress slutty so we might get a chance to go backstage and meet the band. As we got a little closer to the stadium it became clear that almost every car on the road was going to the concert so traffic immediately ground to a halt. As we sat in traffic the gaslight in Jen’s car came on. No biggie since she has a little economy car that gets good mileage. After some time we finally parked the car in the main lot. We stayed and had a few beers before we went inside, as we knew the vendors would be too expensive for us. We debated what to bring since neither of us wanted to bring a purse. We decided to each take our ID, credit card, and whatever cash we had (which wasn’t much). I had to carry it all since Jen didn’t have any pockets. I actually talked Jen out of wearing her boots since we found out the infield was grass, which her heels would sink right into. She put on some thick-heeled shoes she brought and we were off. Before we got anywhere we realized we didn’t want to bring Jen’s huge key chain so we just took the car key and alarm remote. When we got to the front gate they informed us that we would be in the VIP area, which was separate from the general admission. They gave us each a wristband and showed us where to go. We went and each got another large beer with our little bit of cash before the concert. After the beers in the car and inside we were both feeling pretty good. We went inside to see where the VIP area was. There was a small area just below the stage that only had about 50 people in it. Jen went over to one of the bouncers and started talking to him to see if we were in the right spot. "Oh yah, you two are definitely in the right spot!" he said as he eyed us up and down. The opening act was playing and they were really good. Jen and I were dancing and screaming having an absolute blast. We listened to about three songs before they were done. Next up would be the main act. During the downtime Jen went back to talk to the bouncer to see how long it was going to take. He said it would be about 45 min. She then asked him if we could go backstage and use the bathroom (a common ploy to get backstage). "Funny you should ask that since I was just about to ask you if you wanted to go backstage and meet the band." Jen and I looked at each other and started screaming "oh my god YES!!" We seriously couldn’t believe what we were hearing. "You’ll have to go talk to Susan, she’ll give you all the details." He let us through a small gate and took us to a small room in the back. There were six other girls in there all waiting to see what was going on. Pretty soon a middle-aged woman walked in and introduced herself. "Hello ladies, my name is Susan. I’m the entertainment manager for this show. I understand you’d all like to meet the band members." All the girls in the room furiously nodded their heads. "Well you can meet them tonight but you need to do something for us first. We need you to all be performers in our show tonight." This got everyone even more excited. "There is a catch to all of this... you’ll have to be naked in front of the entire crowd." A silence went over the room.  "Now let me explain, we have four cages up on stage that the guys like to have naked girls dance in. Normally we hire local strippers to dance in the cages, but we thought it would be a great opportunity for actual fans to be on stage. As an incentive you’ll get to meet the band in person and get their autographs and pictures after the concert." One of the girls raised her hand and asked, "Do you want us to be totally naked or wearing g-strings and stuff?" Susan replied, "Actually you will have an outfit on and it includes a mask so that no one can see your face, but you will be completely exposed... the eight of you were picked out of the entire crowd by our bouncers. If you don’t want to participate, it’s no problem, we can find someone else and you can go back out to watch the show. Think it over and I’ll be back in five minutes to see what you decide." Jen and I looked at each other in a bit of a daze "what do you think?" Jen asked. The alcohol was making me feel pretty good but I wasn’t sure if I could dance naked in front of 50,000 people. "I don’t know..." I’ll do it if you do it," Jen fired back "If you’re down to do it then I’m totally in, this is a once in a lifetime opportunity." We looked around the room and saw that everyone was in agreement. Susan returned and asked everyone to sign a consent form so that we wouldn’t sue for sexual harassment or something like that. I couldn’t read too well in my state. "Ok ladies it’s time to get you into uniform." Two girls brought in a rack of leather outfits for us all to put on. Susan announced, "Now unfortunately, we can’t let you keep any of the outfits because we need them for other shows. The other thing is we can’t give you any type of cover up till after the show. At previous shows we’ve had girls chicken out or just wanted a souvenir so they took the outfits and ran off into the crowd. Our only option is to keep your clothes till afterwards, everyone agreed?" All of us nodded yes. "Ok what we’re going to do now is have you strip and put all your belongings in a bag that we’ll staple shut and keep close to you." With that order we all started undressing. I’d seen Jen naked before, but just for a bit like when I needed something out of the bathroom and she was showering. I don’t think either of us has ever been completely naked in front of a room full of strangers let alone 50,000. I started by taking off my shoes, then my halter and shorts. It was kind of unnerving to part with the last bit of coverage that I had. I watched as the other girls were stripping off like they were home alone in their bathroom. Then I looked over to see Jen standing in only her tiny little thong, which she removed without hesitation. I have to admit, she looked great. Her tits were extremely perky but not quite as big as mine and I was I bit surprised to see her narrow landing strip of pubic hair. Most of the other girls were completely shaved. I’ve never had the guts to go completely bare for fear it wouldn’t grow back. I realized I was staring and I was the last one wearing anything so I quickly removed my bra and finally my undies. A quick look around the room was all I needed to tell my how they selected girls for dancing. We were a mix of races but we were all about the same height and age. Some of the girls had bigger boobs or rounder butts but overall fairly close. Since Jen and I were together we put all our stuff in one bag. I did my best to cover myself while the two girls were passing out the leather outfits. "Before you put on your outfits we need you to put on body glitter to really make you shine. You can help each other out with that." We each got a bottle of body glitter lotion that we each proceeded to rub over our entire body. The stuff was cold so it was a bit of shock when it hit your skin. My nipples were already rock hard with excitement, after the lotion I think they could have cut diamonds. Jen helped me by rubbing it on the parts of my back that I couldn’t get and I did the same for her. Susan was right that we would be completely exposed. Jen started to put on what she thought were pants, but then quickly realized were actually chaps. For a top she had a leather bra that had no cups, it was basically just a triangle around each boob. She also had long leather gloves that went up to her elbows. I could tell from my outfit that I didn’t even have that much coverage. I had a pair of thigh-high leather boots that laced up the whole way. The top was interesting; it had a leather collar and three leather straps going down from it, one between my tits and one on each side. There were chains going in between the straps that draped across my boobs and a chain in back to keep it in place. There was also a studded leather belt to go around my waist. After a bit of struggling and some assistance from the wardrobe girls, all of us we dressed in our outfits. Susan then went around to each of us and wrote our names on the paper bag that had our stuff in it. She then collected the bags and put them on a cart. She then gave each of us a mask to put on to complete our outfit. I looked around the room and could hardly recognize any of the girls especially Jen. She looked like a dominatrix and was kinda scary. The mask hid our faces well and these outfits made us look like we were going to a fetish show. The body glitter really accentuated every part of our bodies drawing particular attention to our chests. "Ok ladies, ready for the show?" With that she led us out of the room and onto the stage. Most of us were doing our best to cover our chests and crotched while we walked by some of the stagehands. Most of us had some sort of chain in our outfits so there was a metal clinking sound that came up from the group. I was trying to keep my eyes on the ground in front of me so I wouldn’t make eye contact with anyone. Unfortunately that meant I was staring directly at some girl’s bare ass right in front of me. Susan led us over to a series of cages that were covered with tarps. There were 2 on each side of the stage with one at ground level and one raised above it. Jen and I got put in the upper cage on the left side of the stage. That meant that I had to uncover myself as I climbed up the steep steps. Jen went first and I was a bit shocked as I watched her climb up I had a clear view of her vagina. That really made me self-conscious, as I knew Susan would be staring right at mine as I climbed the ladder. Once inside the cage was about 10’ x 5’ with bars on all sides and the top. Susan was right behind us and put a lock on the door. "This is for your own protection ladies, keeps the stage crashers from trying to get in. You’re bag is right down there by the side of the stage. I’ll come back before the encore to let you out. If you can take off your outfits after they stop playing that will help me out. Like I said before some girls tried to make off with the outfits so I won’t unlock the cage until you hand them over ok? Have fun you two." She then went around to all the cages and gave them the same instructions. There was a curtain in front of the stage so we couldn’t see the crowd, but I could definitely hear it. Every once in a while you’d hear a bunch of guys cheer. I knew that was some girl flashing her tits to the crowd. I had never had the urge and here I was about to flaunt all my goods for the next few hours. Jen and I looked at each other laughing a bit at how we looked. We were both a bit nervous as everything had happened so fast and we finally had a second to realize what we were doing. Just as I was collecting my thoughts the lights went out and huge cheer went up from the crowd. The drums started to play and even more cheers came. Then each of the band members came on stage and started to play slowly at first. The lights came up a bit and the curtain rose. We were still covered by a curtain covering the cage. My entire body was tingling as I stood there in anticipation. In one swoop the curtain lifted off all the cages and floodlights went right onto us. It felt like a laser beam of adrenaline going through my body, as I stood naked in front of a sea of people. Thank god I had a mask on so no one could see my face. The band started playing hard and I looked over to see Jen doing her best stripper dance imitation. I closed my eyes and started to move to the music. I was rubbing my hands all over my body, bouncing my tits up and down, and shaking everything I had. As the concert went on we started to get wilder, rubbing each other bodies and freaking on each other. I’d never touched another woman’s tits, let alone rubbed my own against hers. I have to admit it felt great to rub against such nice smooth skin. By the end of the fifth song we were each soaked with sweat. Jen was really playing to the guys in the VIP section and noticed she could make them go nuts by pressing her tits around one of the bars and rubbing them. I tried the same and they went nuts just the same. I then turned around, bent over, and put my ass against one of the bars. While I was moving up and down the bar rubbed right up against my clit and sent the most intense shock throughout my body. Oh my god that turned me on so much I almost had an O. I didn’t want to get that out of control so I was careful to avoid doing that again. Jen and I started totally grinding on the bars and on each other, spanking each other, anything to get the crowd pumped up. During one of the songs the guitarist was thrashing on his guitar when one of his strings broke. He looked at the crowd and started to smash the guitar on stage. When he was done he spun it around his head a few times and threw it at the side of the stage. Unfortunately it hit a floodlight that was on a stand. The light went flying until it hit the side of the stage where it burst open and started a curtain on fire. The crowd thought it was part of the pyro for the show so they cheered it some more. He then went over and yanked the curtain off the wall and let it burn. The fire was right next to us and the band had stopped playing, so now all eyes were on us. We didn’t disappoint them doing our best to dance our asses off. Jen even grabbed on the top of the cage and spread her legs towards the crowd. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Not to be outdone I did the splits with my back facing the crowd and then slowly got up to my knees where I shook my ass some more. While on my hands and knees Jen came over and started spanking my bare ass, which even got applause from the band. She started slow just faking it really, but then the crowd started cheering her on. Something came over her and she pulled off one of her gloves and started whipping me with it. I could only take a few blows before my ass was burning and I had to get up. The band had continued playing so we continued our dancing. Once the band was done with their final song the stage went dark and the curtains lowered over all of the cages. I saw the other girls stripping off their outfits while Susan and her assistants handed the girls their bags of clothes and unlocked the cages. We were of course the last ones to be let out which really didn’t bother me. Jen and I were both having trouble pulling off the sweaty leather clothes. Susan came up to us with twp towels and said, "Ladies come with me." We wrapped the towels around ourselves and followed her down the stairs. The towels weren’t very big so they barely covered my ass; although I noticed when we put them on they had the band’s name embroidered on them, very cool. Susan led us farther back stage than last time. As we passed the spot where we had changed before I noticed that it must have been a temporary room because it had already been dismantled. She led us into what appeared to be the band’s dressing room. "Susan, what’s going on, where are our clothes?" I asked. Susan replied, "I’m really sorry, but that fire that was on stage seems to have burned the bag that your clothes were in... one of the stagehands was able to recover this." She handed us a small bag that had a few remnants of our stuff. There were a few buckles from my shoes, what used to be my wallet, and a charred key. We looked at each other in disbelief at what remained of our belongings. Jen spoke up, "How could this happen?" Susan told us how the bag was placed right behind the curtain that caught fire during the show and no one noticed till the stagehand went to clean up the mess. Jen started to get upset, "Well you are going to replace everything aren’t you? I mean... this was the band’s fault!" Susan calmly explained to us, "Actually, the letter that you signed before the show released them of any liability to your belongings. Even though it might have been the band’s fault they aren’t responsible for any damages." Now I started to get pissed, "Well its certainly not our fault... what do you expect us to do, walk out of here dressed in a towel?" Susan made a funny face and replied, "Here’s the bad part, those towels came from the souvenir store. Now I can authorize a 50% discount for you two for anything that you want. We’ve got lots of stuff T-shirts, hats, we even have souvenir underwear." "This is ridiculous! You burn our clothes and now you want us to pay for crap!" Now I was really getting pissed and so was Jen. Even if we did have our credit cards with us there was no way we could afford to clothe ourselves for the crazy prices they charge. I started pacing around the room when I noticed a tattered leather jacket slung over a chair in the corner. It had so many patches and markings on it, I recognized it right away as the lead guitarist’s jacket. I instantly had an idea... "How much are these towels?" I asked Susan. "Thirty dollars." "We’ll take these two and a T-shirt for each of us." Susan left the room to go get our stuff. Jen looked and me. "What are you doing? We can’t even pay for this stuff!" I grabbed the jacket and put it on. "We don’t have to, we’re leaving right now!" I explained to Jen that we could take the jacket and sell it on ebay for a huge price; all we had to do was make it to her car in our current state of dress. The encore was still going on so not many people would be in the parking lot yet. We could be out of there and home in no time. Jen bit her lip a bit, "Let’s do it; everybody has already seen us butt naked anyway." With that we left the room and made our way to the side of the stage where all the equipment gets loaded. There was a guard at the gate that we told we were leaving and he let us go. We got a few funny looks, especially Jen since she didn’t even have the jacket to cover up. As soon as we hit the parking lot we started to run. That didn’t last long without any shoes on so we walked as fast as we could to the car. It also didn’t help that the towels didn’t to a very good job of staying in place when we moved. Jen had the key in her hand; she unlocked the driver’s side door and opened it. BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP... the alarm started going off. Jen freaked out, we didn’t have the remote to turn it off. She climbed in the car and started to look through the glove box for the instructions. Since she was reaching across the car her ass was totally in view of anyone looking at the driver’s side. She found the instructions and quickly found the reset button hid under the dash. As soon as she got the alarm turned off a golf cart pulled up with two cops in it. "FREEZE!" They both jumped out and had their guns drawn. "Both of you come around the front of the car now!" Jen came out from behind the car door and I came around from the passenger side with our hands up. There was one older and one younger cop, both had to do a double take at what we were wearing. "Funny outfits for car thieves." "This is my car officer, the remote was burned up in a fire so I only had the key to open it." "Really... where are your clothes?" "Burned up too." He looked at me, "What about you?" "My clothes were burned as well, I got this jacket backstage." "I’m going to need to see some ID and registration for this car. "I can show you the registration, but our wallets were burned up in the fire too, Jen replied. "How convenient... what are your names?" "Jen and Kate." He then pulled out his radio, "Base this is Wilson I’ve got two ladies out in the parking lot who say their clothes and ID were burned in some sort of fire..." "Wilson this is base, we were looking for those two. They are suspected of robbery." The young officer then turned to us, "I need you to both put your hands on the hood of the car and spread your legs shoulder width apart." We both slowly turn around and did as he said. I was getting pretty scared and I could see Jen was really nervous. He patted me down from behind searching the jacket for anything. Then he went over to Jen and felt around her towel. As he was running his hands around her front, his hand slipped between the ends of the towel and hit her bare breast. Jen let out a yelp and moved away from him. The officer stepped back looking shocked and embarrassed. He shook his head "Base they don’t have anything on them." "The item they are suspected of stealing is a jacket." "Ok miss, hand over the jacket..." I turned, took the jacket off, and readjusted my towel to make sure it would stay on. "Got it base." Just then a new voice came over the radio and sounded pissed. "This is Susan Brown, I’m the entertainment manager for the band. Do the ladies each have a towel in their possession as well?" "Yes," the officer replied. "Unless they pay for them, they can be considered stolen as well." My face turned bright red as I thought about losing the only clothing I had. I couldn’t believe she would do such a thing to us. In a small voice I said, "We don’t have any money with us." The officer very coldly replied, "In that case you’re both going to have to hand them over as well." Jen and I both looked like we were ready to cry. I unwrapped my towel and handed it to one officer then quickly covered my chest and crotch with my arms. Jen whipped off her towel and dashed to the side of the car so they couldn’t see her naked. "Ma’am get back here and put your hands back on the hood, you too!" the young officer barked at us. I reluctantly turned around and put my hands on the hood leaving myself completely uncovered and my ass on total display. Jen came around the car and did the same. "They’ve handed over the merchandise Miss Brown, do you still want to press charges?" "I’ll have to see if there was any damage done, I’ll be there in a minute." With that the radio went dead. "You two will have to wait here until she comes out." Just then my worst fears came true, the encore stopped and people started leaving the stadium by the thousands. Before Susan could get to us, hundreds of drunk guys strolled by on their way to their cars and got the view of a lifetime. Both of us butt naked with our hands down on the hood of the car ass out. I felt so violated at each whoop and haler we heard, all we could do was wait. "Hey baby, how bout a quickie..." that and other things were yelled at us as we waited. Finally Susan showed up in another golf cart. "I hope you two are proud of yourselves." "Would you like to press charges ma’am?" Susan inspected the jacket and towels, and then looked at us up and down. "Do you have any other clothes in the car?" "No" "Then I think that’s punishment enough, have a good evening ladies." With that Susan took the jacket and towels with her, got back in the golf cart and took off. The officers looked at us "Ok, looks like you’re free to go. We can’t cite you for indecent exposure since this is private property. If I were you I’d high tail it out of here and find something to cover up with." Jen and I immediately got into the car and locked the doors. I was covering my chest while Jen was trying to start the car with one hand and cover her tits with her other hand. There were so many people in the parking lot now and all the cars were filing out. We only made it a short way and then hit dead stopped traffic again. It was dark now so nobody really saw that we were naked in the car, they probably just thought we had tube tops on or something similar. One guy in a lifted truck got a great view of Jen while he was right next to our car. We inched along for at least 15 minutes before we got to the freeway onramp. It seemed like everyone was being directed to one place so Jen just followed along. When we finally got to the freeway we were forced to go in the wrong direction. "Fuck, I don’t believe this!" Jen blurted out. I tried to calm her down a bit. "It’s ok Jen, all we have to do is go to the next exit and turn around." "That’s not the problem, my gas light just came on again!" I looked over and the gas gauge was way below E. "How far can you go on empty?" "I don’t know, I’ve never ran out before." We were both starting to panic pretty bad. I didn’t know how things could get any worse. Right as that thought entered my head, things got a lot worse. Jen was on the next off ramp, which went uphill to the overpass. As soon as we started up the ramp the car started to stall. "C’mon... c’mon don’t stall here!" we were both praying for it to keep going. We made it up to the top and made a left over the freeway. We both saw a gas station straight ahead but about a quarter mile down the road. "We have to stop and get gas or we won’t make it home," Jen said to me. "I’ve got a bunch of change in my ashtray that we can use." Just as she was talking the car completely died. "NO, not here!" We were smack dab in the middle of the overpass dead stopped. "Now what?" I thought for a second... if we could just get a bit further we could coast down quite a ways. "Let’s push it," I said. Jen looked at me as if I had two heads. "No way!" "Not all the way, just a bit to get us going downhill." "You’re crazy! In case you’ve forgotten we’re both butt naked in the middle of an overpass. Since it’s your idea, why don’t you get out and push, I need to steer anyway." I looked at the distance we needed to go and looked behind us... no cars. "Ok, put it in neutral" I undid my seatbelt and opened the door. The air was a bit colder than I remembered but not bad. I started pushing on the doorjamb to get it rolling... nothing. "Can you help?" Jen reluctantly took her seatbelt off and opened her door. Just as soon as she got out a car pulled up behind us and lighted us both up like daylight. HONK HONK was all we heard. We both started pushing as hard as we could then and slowly got it rolling. We both jumped back inside and the car passed us up honking again. The car slowly started to gain speed as we went downhill, but as soon as we hit the flat it started to slow. "We’ll have to pull in somewhere, I don’t want to leave it in the middle of the road." Jen was looking for a place as we both spotted a driveway to an empty parking lot in front of some office building. She went to pull in but had to slam on the brakes. There was a gate going across the driveway that was painted dark green that neither of us saw. Luckily we didn’t hit it, but now our car was in plain view. "Great what are we going to do now?" Jen said with a frustrated tone. We hadn’t had time to sit and think about anything since the evening started. "Well I guess our options are to sit here and wait for a kind person to come help us, or we can walk down to that gas station and bring back some gas." Those were the only things I could think of. Jen nodded her head, "You’re right, but its about midnight so I don’t think are any kind people out right now, only drunks and idiots. Looks like we’re going for a walk." I nodded in agreement. Jen looked around her backseat and saw her boots from earlier. "Almost forgot about these" as she proceeded to put them on. I grabbed my purse and looked through it. Nothing of value, just my keys, some makeup, some tissue, and other girl crap. Jen looked through her little clutch and found nothing. I took out here ashtray and dumped it out. There was over $1.70 in there, which should be plenty for the ride home. I put all the change in my purse and looked at Jen. "How do you want to do this? I can’t really run with no shoes and you can’t really run in those things." "Let’s stay as far off the street as possible and then come in from the back" I nodded. "Ready" We both waited for some random cars to pass by. When the coast was clear we got out of the car. Jen locked the door with her key and then stuck it in her boot. We made our way towards the office building first. The asphalt hurt the bottom of by feet, but not too bad. Jen’s boots were pretty loud as she walked. We made it about halfway across the parking lot when the lights in the parking lot all turned on. The shock of the lights coming on made us both just like we had been busted again, but there was no noise. They must have been motion lights. It lit up the parking lot just enough for cars to be able to see us so we started to run towards the trees. This street was just like a strip mall so it was mostly trees behind all the businesses. Now that we were moving through the trees we were much more protected from the street. My feet were fine unless I hit the occasional twig. We moved past all the businesses fairly slowly. It was dark and we couldn’t see much so it took us quite a while to get to the gas station. The station itself was completely lit up and there were a few cars there. "What should we do now?" I asked Jen "We’re going to have to go inside and ask to borrow a gas can from the attendant, then go out and pump the gas." I hadn’t even thought about getting the gas back to the car. We decided to wait till there weren’t any cars and then make a mad dash. It kind of made me laugh to think what the attendant would think when he saw two naked girls come walking in. We hid in the trees for about another 10 minutes till the coast was clear. We both dashed across the lot and went inside the small office. I went in holding my purse over my crotch and my arm over my chest, Jen had to use both her hands to cover herself. Behind the counter was a middle aged Asian man "Holy crap! What are you doing -- trying to get arrested?" "Our car ran out of gas down the street and we only have a little bit of money, can you loan us a gas can for just a bit? We’ll bring it right back I promise." "Sorry ma'm, the only gas cans we have here are for sale only. They are right back there for $12.99." "We don’t have that much, we only need it for a bit and we’ll bring it right back." Jen pleaded with the guy. "Look, I’m sorry, but there are cameras here that watch over the business and they would notice that." Just as he said that we both saw our bare asses exposed on the small security TV. "Don’t you have a credit card or something like that?" We were about to explain our situation when the door swung open and a large black man walked in. "DAMN! Hey guys, you gotta come in here and check this out!" we saw three other guys get out of an SUV and make there way inside when Jen bolted for the door on the opposite side of the room. I had no choice but to follow her, so I started running after her. We both started running back towards our car. "Hey baby, why don’t you come back here and suck my dick, I’ll show you a good time!" Jen was running towards the building next door, not to the trees that we came from. There was still a 10-foot section of trees that separated the two. We could hear the guys running after us, which made me try to run faster. It was extremely difficult for us to move fast, my purse was flopping all around and my tits were bouncing totally uncontrolled, not to mention my feet were killing me. Jen was just as bad with her heels. Jen made it to the trees and had to slow down, I was right after her. I barely made it in the trees when I smacked into one and fell. I got up and started running again. "They’re over here in the trees." I made it all the way across the next parking lot before I realized I had dropped my purse when I fell. Too late for that now, I didn’t care about that bag anyway. We both set our sights on getting back to the car when we saw something terrible. Down where we left the car we saw a tow truck loading Jen’s car onto the back. There was no way we could make it there in time. I crouched down in the trees and looked back to see that the guys in the SUV had stopped at the trees. Jen just stood there and watched her car get hauled away. Neither of us said a word, we were now completely stranded, miles from home, no money, no car, and most important no clothes. I thought Jen was ready to lose it when she started giggling. "What’s so funny" I whispered at her. "You’re still all covered in glitter, I can see your ass sparkling in the lights." I didn’t see the humor since if she could see me that meant those guys could see the both of us. We waited a bit till the guys lost interest and drove off after filling up. "Ok coast is clear, lets go back and find my purse." We went back across the parking lot to the place where I had fallen. "I don’t see it do you?" "No." "Oh crap, I think those guys must have taken it." Sure enough we found a few things they must have thrown out when they went through it. "Oh my god, do you know what that means? We don’t even have keys to the apartment now!" Jen’s keys were in her car and my keys were in my purse. Now we had one more thing working against us. By this time I think we were both numb from so many bad things happening to us tonight. Jen was just staring back at where her car used to be while I looked around on the ground hoping to find my keys when it hit me. "Wait, that’s it! I’ve got home keys and my work clothes in my car which is still at work!" Jen turned to me. "How far do you think it is from here?" "It should be just a few miles into the city." "That’s great Kate, how do you propose we get there, just stroll along all naked for several miles in the city?" "Lets see if the gas station guy can give us a ride," I suggested. We went back into the gas station and asked the attendant for a ride. He was not happy to see us stroll in again since he knew we were trouble. After a while of pleading with him and getting nowhere he finally broke down. "Look you two are going to get me fired, now I understand your situation, but I can’t just leave here. Tell you what, I’ll call you a cab. You can have five bucks out of my wallet, it’s all I’ve got." "Thank you, thank you so much!" We went and hid in the bathroom and waited for the cab. When the cab showed up we ran up to it and got in the back. The driver was an older guy, I’d say mid 50’s. "What’s the story with you two?" "Long story sir, can you get us to 10th and David?" "I don’t work for favors, do you have any money?" "Yes sir, five dollars." He looked at a map and then back at us. "I don’t think that’s going to be enough." Jen spoke up "Just drive us there and then we can pay you the rest." "Sorry lady doesn’t work like that." "Ok then just take us as far as the five dollars will get us," I said to the guy. "Ok you got it." With that he pulled out. We made it through most of the city without anything happening. Both of us were keeping our eyes on the meter the entire time. When the meter hit $5 he stopped at the next block. "Ok David and 7th is as far as I can go." Jen hissed at the driver, "Thanks a lot buddy!" as she tossed him the $5. We got out and he sped off. The street was dead; there were a few streetlights and some cars parked along it, but nothing moving. Most of the street was plain-faced industrial looking buildings with no place to hide if any cars came along. "We better get going, only three blocks until we’re home free." I had my arms folded tight across my chest first to try to stay warm and second to hold/cover my breasts. Jen looked like she was just strolling along with her arms at her sides just wearing a pair of boots. The silence was only broken by the metallic sound of Jen’s heels hitting the sidewalk. "Wait a second." Jen stopped and took off her boots. "These things are killing me." Now with a boot in each of her hands we kept walking. We were one block away from my building when a car pulled on to the street coming at us. It was several blocks down so it gave us time to run behind one of the buildings and down an alley. I was in front going down the alley towards my building. We didn’t hear the car drive by and as we got closer I thought I heard voices. I got to the end of the alley, which was right across from my building, and I definitely heard something now. I peaked my head around the corner and saw the SUV and the guys from the gas station. Oh shit! One of the guys was holding a card in his hand. "Well, miss Kate Brown of Dilenbach and Associates, thank you for the car." He must have found one of my business cards in my bag. Jen and I were powerless to stop them, what could two naked girls do to stop four big guys anyway? One of the other guys opened up my car door and started it up. They all let out a big "Yaaaah; easy as pie baby, now lets get out of here," just like that they drove off with two guys in the SUV and two in my car. Now I was the one staring in disbelief. "Great, just fucking great!" Jen belted out. I was so relieved to see those guys leave without either of us getting raped or worse I almost didn’t care that my car was gone. "At least we can still get into my office, it’s a punch code on the door." I made sure the coast was clear and went across the street to the front entrance of my building. Jen stayed behind waiting for me to get the door open. I punched in the code and stepped inside, Jen quickly followed. This was the weirdest feeling to me, here I was at work while no one was there and I was naked. It kinda made me laugh. "What’s so funny?" Jen asked. "Do you ever walk around your work naked when no one else is there?" I went over to my desk and got my spare keys out of one of the drawers. "Ok, now we can get into our apartment, but how are we going to get there?" "I guess we have to walk there," Jen said. "No way am I walking home now, it’s close to 2 am when the bars and all those drunk people will be out on the street. I’m calling another cab." I pulled up my chair and got out the phone book. I called the cab company I usually used to take people to the airport. They said it would be about 45 minutes. Now that we were in a safe place and had some time to kill we were a little more relaxed. Jen got bored so she started wandering around the office. She went over to the water cooler for a drink, "Want some?" I nodded and went over to get a cup. "This is kinda funny. It’s too bad we don’t have a camera. When’s the next time this will happen in your office" Jen joked to me. She then walked into my boss’ office and sat down in his seat. "What would your boss do if he knew my bare ass was in his chair?" "He’d probably have a heart attack!" I said laughing. I jokingly picked up a file and walked into my boss’ office, "Here’s the file you wanted Sir. Is there anything else you needed." Jen tried to talk in a deeper voice "I think you’re in violation of our office dress code young lady." "Oh I’m sorry sir, you’re not going to fire me are you?" "No, but I believe some disciplinary action is in order" Jen opened up a few drawers looking for something and soon found a wood ruler and hid it behind her back. She then got up from the chair, "Stand in front of my desk Miss Brown." "Yes sir." I did as I was told just to play along. "Now bend over and make your chest touch the desk." "Yes sir." I bent over till my nipples hit the cold desk. "Good now stand on your tip toes... good..." WHACK Jen smacked my ass with the ruler. "Oww that hurt!" "That will teach you to not wear shoes in the office again." I totally started cracking up at that. "Think that’s funny, you won’t be laughing for long." WHACK "Ok, that hurts." Still laughing I got up and covered my butt with my hands. Jen’s joke made me remember I had shoes at work that I used for walking at lunchtime. I walked out of my boss’ office and Jen tried to whack me again but this time I caught her hand and took the ruler from her. "Nice try." I got back to my desk and found my walking shoes right where I had left them. No socks, but I didn’t care because my feet felt fairly raw after walking barefoot all night. I put them on and then stepped out to the aisle. "Who’s in violation of the dress code now?" I chased after Jen and got a couple of whacks in before she stopped and cried uncle. We both sat down and looked at the clock. It had only been about 15 minutes, 30 to go. "I never had a chance to ask you if you enjoyed the concert." I asked Jen. "Oh yeah, it was a blast." "No, I mean did it bother you dancing naked or was it fun to you?" "I thought it was fun, but that was because no one knew who I was and I wasn’t the only one doing it. I just wish we could have hung around for the after party. What about you?" "I loved it, I seriously felt so sexy when everyone went crazy whenever I’d do anything. Its not like I’m going to become a stripper though." "The rest of the night has been so crazy I didn’t even have a chance to think," Jen said as I could tell she was recounting the evening. "Seriously, I’ll be glad to be home and finally get some clothes on," I replied. "Well I’m sure we made a lot of people’s dreams come true tonight. It’s not everyday you get to see two young women buck-naked for free," Jen said with a smile. "That’s true, in fact we still have one more person to expose ourselves to... the cabdriver." That reminded me, we needed some cash to pay the guy. I went to my desk where I kept the petty cash box and opened it. I took out $40 just in case and wrote a receipt for it. Since I didn’t have any pockets I folded up the bills and put them in my shoe. Jen laughed again as she looked at me. "What?" I said to her. "Oh nothing, you’re just all ready for your midnight jog," as she continued laughing out loud. "Like my outfit do you?" I walked down the office a bit, then turned and came back like I was a model on a runway. "Bravo, your fabulous darling, your designer should be complemented," Jen said in her best snooty voice while giving me a golf clap. "What about you?" Jen looked around and found her boots and put them on. She started strutting through the office swishing her hips back and forth while I narrated, "Here we have the latest fashion for the girl on the go. Forget about going through all those closets and drawers each morning, just throw on your best boots and prepare to impress..." Just then we heard a horn outside. We saw that the cab had arrived early. The fun and games stopped right then as we covered ourselves once again and stepped outside. I reset the alarm as Jen hustled over to the cab and got in. When I got in I saw the driver was a gross looking Mexican guy. "Where to ladies? Party hopping tonight?" he said with a big smile on his face. I whispered to Jen that I didn’t want him to know where we lived, Jen agreed and we just gave him a cross street that was close. The entire ride home I could see the cab driver checking us out in his rear view mirror. I was a bit afraid he’d get in an accident because he was looking back at us instead of at the road. He tried to make some small talk with us, but we just said that we were really tired and didn’t want to talk. Once we arrived at our fake destination he turned around in his seat and said "$13.50 please." I handed the guy one of the 20’s and sat there as he slowly counted out my change. I only tipped him 50 cents since his real tip was seeing us naked. He sped off and we were left alone on the street. Now that I had my shoes I felt like I could sprint back home, but I knew Jen could never go that fast. We made our way across the street and down a half a block. This was the most nervous I’ve been because if anyone saw us they would most likely know us and maybe even live in our building. This part of town was well lit with sidewalks. Each time we passed directly under a light our bodies lit up and the glitter made us sparkle in the night. Jen’s shoes were still loud and I really thought they would make someone notice us. As we approached our building I could see that several lights were still on, particularly on the 4th floor. Damn! Someone must be having a party. I was afraid of someone seeing us going in the front entrance and using the elevator. Our only other option was to go to the far end of the building and take the stairs up. There was an entrance on that side that you had to use your key for. We made our way to the far end of the building while still on the other side of the street. We were both hiding behind a car just to make sure the coast was clear. The street was full of parked cars but no movement of any kind. Just as we were about to cross the street a young couple exited out building and crossed the street. Jen and I quickly hid between two cars hoping they wouldn’t see us. They got into one of the parked cars and left without incident. After they were gone we hurried across the street to the back door. I unlocked the door and went in. As soon as the door shut we could both hear voices in the stairwell. It didn’t sound like the people were moving so they must have been hanging out smoking. There were smoke alarms in the halls so people often hung out in the stairwells to smoke. We figured they were on the 4th floor, which meant either waiting for them to leave, streaking by them, or using the other stairwell. We whispered to each other and decided to use the other stairwell. We had to go up one level to the 2nd floor because the bottom floor didn’t go all the way through. I tried to walk as quietly as possible, but Jen’s boots kept making a clinky sound. Just when we got to the 2nd floor I heard someone say, "What’s that sound?" "I don’t know lets go check." I immediately panicked, so I opened the hall door and sprinted down the length of the building. I beat Jen by a mile so I waited for her with the stairway door open. She was struggling to run in her heels. "C’mon, hurry up!" she finally made it and I shut the door. There was a small window in the door that we looked through to see if anyone had followed us... nobody there. "Will you take those damn things off, they’re going to get us caught." I whispered to Jen. She took off her boots and held them. We started climbing the stairs again. When we got to the 4th floor we hurried past because there were some party stragglers out in the hall. Finally we got to our floor and peaked through the window. The coast looked clear so we made our way down to our apartment as quietly as possible. Of course we were the farthest from this side so we had to go past every single door. Once there I opened up the door and we stepped inside to safety and locked the door behind us. Jen let out a big sigh, "Finally back home! Well that was quite an adventure. I guess we’ll figure out what to do about our cars in the morning." She came over and gave me a quick hug; "I had an amazing time tonight, thanks for being there with me. I probably would have lost it if I were alone." It was a weird to have our bare boobs touch again, but at this point I didn’t care. "I had a great time too... and I’m glad you were with me too. It got a little scary there for a while." At this point we were both exhausted from everything that happened this evening so we went to our separate rooms and went to bed. To be continued

Kerry's Hubby Sees Her in a New Way byLuckyDave1066© Kerry was NOT a happy woman. She knew that her husband's job as a site superintendent for a construction company required out of town travel, but Tony's latest assignment was by far the longest one she had ever had to deal with; a full six months of his being away all week, only being home from Friday night to Sunday night. He told her they could talk or share a video call every night, but she knew from some shorter assignments he'd had that contact over the phone was a poor substitute for really being together and tended to taper off after a while. The first couple of months went about as well as they could; Tony managed to get a few Fridays off and dutifully called every night he was away. Still, Kerry was getting weary of living with the long-distance relationship. Ten weeks into his assignment she took two vacation days and made the three-hour drive to the town Tony was staying in, planning to surprise him and get a feel for how he was living on the road. The mini-reunion got off to a poor start, with Tony not showing up at his hotel until after 10 PM, clearly several beers away from his work day. The fridge in his room had two kinds of beer, a few condiments and an out of date carton of orange juice, but at least it was organized; the rest of the room had laundry scattered about and the desk was covered in work documents. She was particularly unimpressed by the porn website his laptop had apparently had on the screen all day; videos of strippers, of course! Despite his apparent tendency to live like some kind of frat boy, she reminded herself that he hadn't been expecting a visit and held her tongue. The visit ended much better than it had begun; Kerry went out early the next morning to stock up his fridge and pantry while Tony stayed in bed nursing his hangover. He enjoyed waking up to find his beautiful wife naked and slipping under the covers; his first home-cooked weekday breakfast in three months paled in comparison to the wake-up sex but also did him good, and they parted on a happy note. Since Kerry had the day off, she decided to do some sightseeing and a little shopping. She had a walk in a pretty waterfront park, enjoyed a fine lunch, visited some shops and caught a movie she'd meant to see but missed in her town. She didn't get on the road for home until almost 6 PM, but since she'd be home by 9:30 the timing seemed reasonable. Just over halfway home she realized she was coming up on an exit which was near The Doll Haus, the club she'd stripped at a few months ago. She often thought about her experiences there, more than ever when Tony was away and her vibrator was her closest companion. As vivid as her memories of those nights were, they almost seemed more like something she'd imagined than something she had really done. Since she'd already begun to feel like her drive had been long enough that a short break to stretch her legs and have a coffee was in order she thought it would be interesting to have a visit to the club without the stress she'd been under during her earlier visits. She pulled off the Interstate and a few minutes later was looking for a space in the strip club's parking lot. She parked and began walking towards the entrance, looking forward to saying hello to a few of the staff she'd met there and wondering how the place would compare to her memories. She smiled thinking how much less intense this visit would be, with her staying fully dressed for a change! The idea that this would be a stress-free stroll down a particularly exciting stretch of memory lane went out the window before she even got close to the door. Her good mood evaporated the instant she noticed the large red pickup truck parked near the entrance. The one which looked exactly like Tony's truck. The one with his license plate on the back! "Shit!" she shouted, "I can't believe him! He's hanging out at a strip club the same day we had sex?" Kerry quickly changed direction, not wanting to have to explain her presence there in case she crossed paths with Tony. She hurried back to her car and moved it to a new parking spot, a little closer to Tony's truck than before, but backed in so her license plate would be out of sight. She stared at the entrance non-stop, still hanging on to some unlikely hope that Tony had loaned the truck to a co-worker. Her vigilance was rewarded and her spirits lifted when she saw two guys she had never seen before approach the truck; but when she saw them climb into the truck and leave the driver's seat open she went back to her focus on the club's front door. Less than a minute later she slumped in her seat when she saw Tony come out the door, climb into the truck and drive off. Kerry sat in her car for a half-hour, thoroughly dejected. Tony had promised to give up his strip club habit and clearly had gone back on his word. She wondered if he'd ever intended to follow through, or if he had just assumed he'd never get caught and had no intention of giving up the habit. After a good long cry, she began to develop a plan to get back at her wayward husband. She left her car and headed for the club's entrance for the second time that night, this time not so much to revisit the scene of some earlier wildness as to somehow find a way to put Tony in his place. "Hey, I remember you!" the bouncer said as she entered the club, "Been a while, but it's nice to see you. Are you here to..." "Nope, at least not tonight," Kerry replied. "Is Nick around?" "In his office, I think, you know the way?" "I don't, actually," Kerry answered, realizing how little of the club she'd actually visited in her two earlier visits. "Come on, I'll show you; I'll bet Nick will be glad to see you, especially if you're looking for work. We're down a couple girls at the moment." Kerry followed the bouncer through the crowded sea of tables and up a short flight of stairs. He knocked on a door at the top of the stairs and waited, opening it for her after hearing a buzzer. He stepped in and said, "We've got a visitor to see you." then turned to head back to his post by the door. Nick smiled and motioned for Kerry to take a seat, saying, "Great to see you, what brings you here tonight, the usual?" Kerry laughed, "No, I'll be staying dressed until I make it home tonight. I've been on the road for a few hours and realized I was passing close by. I just thought I'd stop in to say hello and have a cup of coffee before tackling the rest of my ride home." "Too bad," Nick replied, we're shorthanded right now, that job offer I made the last time you were here definitely still stands." "I'll admit to being flattered, and my experiences here were incredible, but I'm not ready to give up my day job just yet. I couldn't help you out much with your dancer shortage anyway; the most I could possibly manage would be 3 or 4 hours at a time, and even that only from Tuesday through Thursday." Nick leaned forward on his desk and said, "Sounds great! My dancers have been working six days a week with our current vacancies and they'd appreciate getting some time off, especially since the days you mentioned tend to be quieter and less lucrative for them, with less lap dance customers." Kerry was taken aback by Nick's willingness to accept her schedule limitations, saying, "I really wasn't expecting to be having this conversation, I'd have to give it some thought, dancing as a regular isn't something I've ever considered." "Think it over and let me know; with your looks and anywhere near the enthusiasm you showed here before I'm sure you'd make a good income even on the slower nights. Now go get that coffee and have a safe drive home." Kerry's thoughts were all over the place as she drove home; before her conversation with Nick, she'd thought of challenging Tony's lies about patronizing strippers, but had no idea how to go about it. She thought about how shocked he'd be if she could confront him with details of exactly when and where he'd been misbehaving, even being able to describe in detail just how he'd been acting inside the club. Working there would make catching him possible. The fact that she'd have to really be working as a stripper, getting naked several times a night for the pleasure of anyone with the price of admission in order to catch Tony in the act did give her pause. The two times she'd stripped at the club before had been for a specific purpose and only amounted to well under an hour of admittedly outrageous behavior; what she was considering now was way more extreme. In the end, the memories about her previous stripping experiences helped tip the scales in favor of taking Nick up on his offer; her frequent reliving of the two nights she'd danced before helped override her doubts. She checked the photos she'd sent Tony from her previous visits to the club and was relieved to see that Nick's face was mostly hidden, so Tony wouldn't have connected her photos with the club. The next afternoon Kerry called Nick with a couple more concerns; "I can't believe I'm considering this, but I'm interested in taking you up on your offer. The one thing holding me back is the idea of someone I know recognizing me. Would you have a problem with me wearing a wig and some kind of mask?" His reply was what she hoped it would be, but still gave her goosebumps; "It will be a shame to hide that pretty face, but I don't have a problem with it as long as by the end of your sets the wig and mask are all you're wearing!" Feeling a little flushed discussing stripping nude while sitting at her post at her day job as a receptionist, she told Nick: "Then I guess I'll see you next Tuesday!" After their call ended she had a lot of trouble focusing on her clerical tasks, mostly thinking about putting together a collection of sexy outfits, and also about how she'd look getting out of them. Several days, three trips to the mall and one to a second-hand store later, Kerry found herself in the Doll Haus parking lot again, this time near the employee entrance. She gave some serious thought to dropping this whole crazy scheme; she'd never pictured herself as a real working stripper, but that was what she was about to become. She thought to herself, " Four years of college and four more working in a professional office and now I'm going to work for tips stuffed in a garter? I could have saved my folks a lot of money by skipping all that and taking up stripping years ago!" Her determination to catch Tony at the club got her to open the car door, and her memories of how aroused getting naked for a cheering crowd had made her got her the rest of the way to the employee entrance. Her first night was a very slow Tuesday, with only a handful of customers, most of whom weren't feeling prosperous enough to spring for a lap dance. A couple of Kerry's fellow dancers, Wendy and Gina, spent some of their free time giving her a sort of Stripper 101 course; how to maximize tipping while on the stage, where to set up her clothes and accessories backstage, how to deal with the occasional mean drunk, a whole range of topics. When Gina offered to give her a short introduction to the rules about taking patrons into a separate room for a private lap dance, Kerry waved her off, saying: "I don't plan on doing that, at least not for a while. Thanks anyway." Gina took Kerry's rejection as an insult, as if Kerry thought she was better than her, telling her, "Must be nice to be able to turn down money, I wish I could be so picky!: Kerry didn't want to get on anyone's bad side on her first night, so she apologized, "I just meant that I'm not sure I can handle that much contact with a stranger, not yet anyway, especially if I'm not wearing much. I'm just beginning to realize how little I know - I'd be glad to have you show me the ropes." Gina smiled and said, "Let's get together after your set and I'll give you the benefit of my years of experience!" "My set! I almost forgot I'm up in a minute!" Kerry hustled backstage to be able to make her entrance, putting on a purple feathered half mask and checking her makeup in a full-length mirror right by the stage door, "Just the right mix of slutty and innocent, and I like myself as a redhead," she thought as she crossed paths with a very naked Wendy, leaving the stage and clutching a few bills. Kerry stepped onto the stage just as her first song started up, Bad Girls by Donna Summer; she smiled as she skipped out to the end of the stage. Skipping made the handful of patrons snap to attention, as she was wearing a tight t-shirt cropped way too high to ever wear in public, barely coming below her nipples. The high cut and her location well above the seats allowed the guys along the stage to see she had decided to go without a bra for this set, with a lot of shapely underboob already on display. Kerry slowed to a strut as she paced around the edge of the stage, lifting the front of her shirt over her boobs but keeping them covered with her hands, squeezing and pulling on them. She slid the top back down to more or less cover her chest but rewarded her first tipper as a professional stripper with a quick flash of her entire right breast. With her boobs somewhat covered again, Kerry ran her left hand down from her chest, over her belly right down to the top edge of the waistband of her short-as-could-be shorts, then back up her torso for some time caressing her nipples, tantalizingly close to being, but not quite, in view. While most of the small crowd was distracted by her left hand's travels, she slipped her right hand into the front of the shorts, popped the button open and took advantage of the extra space to let her hand slide deeper for a while. As the first song closed she smiled as she thought to herself, "It's like I've got these guys hypnotized, even without taking anything off! Time to let them have a little of what they came for!" As her second song, Little Red Corvette began, and Kerry sauntered to the center of the stage, where she spun around slowly on one foot while pointing first at her shirt and then at her shorts. The audience caught on to her little bit of interactive stripping and began shouting out their preference; "Shirt! Shorts! Shirt! Shirt! Shirt! Shorts! Shirt! Shirt! Shorts!" She bowed to her audience's desires, at least this one desire, beginning by pulling the back of her shirt over her head, holding the front edge down to remain somewhat decent. Once her head was free she started to stretch her right sleeve down over her elbow and completely off over her hand. She repeated the process for the left sleeve, all the while clutching the loose bit of fabric to her breasts. She had completely bared her arms, back, and shoulders; a lot of skin was showing, but not exactly what her fans were hoping for. A moment later she gave them what they wanted, hoisting the shirt over her head and tossing it to the small crowd. Basking for a moment in the cheering, Kerry set off on a topless tour of the railing seats, collecting several tips as she went; treating her top as disposable had apparently got the customers attention, judging by the generosity of the tips! She took her time, catching her breath after her first serious bit of exposure, thinking, "I guess I haven't become jaded, the shock of exposing myself still hits me just like the first time!" Realizing her third song was about to start, she made her way back to the center of the stage and began unzipping her shorts. It wasn't easy to tease the crowd with such a ridiculously short zipper, but they still seemed to get excited by the zipper reaching the end of its travel. Kerry bent slightly at the waist to make her butt stand out as she slid the shorts down over it, dropping them to the stage floor just as the song ended. Her fans cheered wildly as she wiggled her ass as Beyonce's version of Fever began, getting all eyes in the room to focus on the lacy purple thong now visible. Knowing she needed to set aside some time for collecting tips after parting ways with her panties and before her third song ended, Kerry stayed near the center of the stage, moving in a small circle while teasing her viewers with some false starts at sliding them off. In a blatant play for more tips, she strode over to the most crowded side of the stage and slid the thong down almost to her knees, then motioned to the biggest guy there to finish the job for her. He was happy to oblige, sneaking in a gentle caress of her calves and sending a pleasant shiver up her spine while he was at it. From there she made her now customary tour around the edge of the stage, getting a fair collection of bills considering the small audience. Thinking about how close the guys standing at the rail now were to her naked pussy sent another shiver up her spine just as her final song ended. Sitting in the dressing room, still a little dazed by how much of a thrill her set provided her with, Kerry didn't notice Gina approaching until the older woman spoke, saying, "Nice set, you actually seemed to be enjoying yourself. Nothing wrong with that, and it usually brings out the tips. If you can get dressed for your next set quickly I can take you for a quick training session in the private dance room." Kerry dressed quickly in her next outfit, matching black lace bra and thong under a little black skirt and a sheer button-down blouse, then joined Gina at the entrance to the private dance room; rooms, really as the space had a half dozen compartments the size of a walk-in closet. Kerry was surprised at just how private the cubicles were, with only a small peephole on the door for the room's bouncer to check up on the goings-on inside if he heard signs of trouble. "Do you feel safe in there, alone with a customer? she asked Gina. "It's a small town, so most of our dances are for regulars we've gotten to know. One look at the bouncer is enough to make most guys follow the rules." Gina replied. "What exactly are the rules," Kerry asked, "I don't see anything posted." "We just announce them before we go into the private room, it doesn't take long; "1 - The dancer can touch the guest, he can't touch her unless she tells him otherwise. 2 - If the dancer tells a guest to stop whatever he's doing, he stops or deals with the bouncer. 3 - Officially, no sex of any kind is allowed. Grinding, rubbing, stroking are okay. 3A - In reality, whatever the dancer is comfortable with and doesn't make too much noise is allowed. 4 - $20 gets you one song, each twenty after that gets you two more." "Okay, now I'm really curious," Kerry said, "how often does, you know, 3A stuff happen?" "Sorry, it's sort of a Don't Ask - Don't Tell kind of thing." said Gina, "I can tell you it DOES definitely happen, but don't want to go into detail. I've got a guest who's been waiting at the bar for me to give him a dance or two if you'd like to see how it works." "You mean watch you...you know..." "Just a regular dance is my guess, he's not exactly a high roller and isn't much to look at." Thinking she should know as much as possible about what sort of things Tony could be doing here, Kerry agreed to observe Gina's dance. Gina explained all the rules to Denny and introduced Kerry (as Elise), saying she was a trainee. He was only too glad to have a second scantily dressed woman in the room. The odd trio entered a cubicle and Gina wasted no time in getting topless, pulling her lacy black camisole over her head and tossing it at Denny. She climbed on his lap and arched her back, raising her breasts to his face level and dragging her nipples slowly across his mouth. She stepped off his lap just long enough to step out of her panties, then sat on him again with her back to him. She took control of his hands, placing them on her breasts and left them there as she gyrated on his lap for the remainder of the song. Gina asked Denny if he wanted another dance; when he pulled out a $50 bill she told Kerry, "It looks like we're heading into 3A territory, do you want to stay or go? I'll cut you in for $10 if you get topless for Denny." Kerry nodded yes, then began to unbutton her blouse, telling herself it was all part of her research into what Tony found so fascinating about strippers. Deep down she knew this exposure she was about to do was completely optional and had nothing to do with Tony. It certainly wasn't about the $10. She was gradually coming to accept the simple truth that she enjoyed being seen naked, and found being watched while she was in the process of becoming nude especially arousing. She managed to stop herself this time while still only topless, mainly because she needed to get ready for her next set. On her way back to the dressing room she realized she'd forgotten to put on a mask, imagining what would have happened if she'd bumped into Tony without it! All through two three day work weeks at the club, Kerry expected Tony to walk through the door at any moment, but her waiting was in vain. She was getting a little frustrated about going to so much effort to catch him breaking his promise only to not have him show up. She laughed at herself more than once, thinking, "Now that I actually AM one he's finally laying off the strippers!" One night Kerry noticed a group of guys near the stage who looked like high school kids; she asked Nick how they could be allowed entry. He explained, "The state allows 18 year-olds to enter and be entertained as long as they aren't served alcohol; if you see a red letter X on the back of a customer's right hand, you're dealing with someone between their 18th and 21st birthdays. If you ever see someone with a stamped hand drinking alcohol, let me know right away." Kerry danced her final set of the night with the young guys intently watching her from the edge of the stage. She noticed they seemed to be celebrating the birthday of one member of the group, a particularly young, kind of nerdy looking kid. After her set was over she approached the group, curious about how young they were and whether they came to the club often. They told her it was a tradition in their school for a guy's friends to take him out to celebrate his 18th birthday with a trip to the club, including a lap dance, and asked her if she was available for a private dance with their friend Kevin! Despite feeling awkward about doing a private dance for someone so young looking, Kerry agreed to the request, thinking it somehow appropriate that her first private dance also be this kid's first. Once they were alone, Kerry gently pushed Kevin back onto the couch and began dancing close, but not yet touching him. She ran her fingers through her hair and down over her breasts, pulling her camisole up nearly to her nipples as she climbed up on his lap. She could already feel him getting hard beneath her; while she had always known she could affect her customers this way, this was the first time she could actually feel it happening. She had a flash of guilt at coming so close to having sex with someone other than her husband, but hesitated only briefly before completely lifting the camisole off over her head, smiling at Kevin as he stared at her naked breasts. She was almost as surprised as Kevin as she heard herself tell him, "You can touch them if you want." The look on his face pretty much confirmed her suspicion that he'd never had an experience like this before. Partly, but not entirely acting aroused for his benefit, she moaned as he squeezed her breasts and ran his fingers over her nipples. She began to rub her crotch vigorously over his erection, shocked to be wishing she'd taken her panties off before climbing on his lap! She slid back on his legs and unzipped his jeans. They were both breathing hard as she undid his belt and slipped her right hand into his briefs. Just as her fingers encircled the base of his cock, she felt him tense up and groan, coming into his underwear! Realizing only his own excess of excitement had saved her from either going down on or actually fucking a nerdy high school student, Kerry felt a wave of shame come over her for the first time in her new occupation. She stayed with Kevin just long enough to offer him a towel to clean up with as well as possible. When he offered her the money his friends had given him, she blushed and waved him off, saying, "That wasn't about the money, I just wanted you to have a good time. Happy Birthday!" Despite being happy she'd given Kevin an experience to remember, Kerry was glad to be done with her shift and done with the club for the week. After a pleasant weekend with Tony at home, Kerry thought it might be time to pull the plug on her secret career. She still got aroused by stripping and loved the way she could have a room full of men all focused on her, wanting her. She was beginning to think she was coming to love it a little too much. The fact that she hadn't caught Tony at the club after that one time made her think it might have been a one-time thing, that maybe he'd only gone because his co-workers wanted him to. The following Tuesday Kerry told Nick that this would be her last week at the club, saying, "To say it's been interesting is an understatement. Sorry to leave you short a dancer again, but I never thought I'd do this for very long. I'll miss a lot of things about dancing but I think I need to get out before I'm hooked." Despite being disappointed Nick was understanding, saying, "It happens. This line of work can be exciting but can also be pretty stressful. We'll miss you, but maybe you'll drop by sometime just to keep your skills sharp!" Knowing that her part-time gig had an end date freed Kerry up to enjoy the things she liked about being a stripper; the outright adulation she felt, the anticipation she shared with her audience as she was about to reveal some normally unseen part of her body and the rush when the reveal finally came, the knowledge that every man in the room wanted her and she could probably have any of them she chose. And, yes, the money; while she wouldn't miss the bank teller's faintly judgmental look as Kerry handed over a huge stack of wrinkled bills to be deposited, the extra money was nice. She was already feeling slightly nostalgic about her brief career as a stripper as she arrived early Thursday night for her last shift. Her buoyant mood was ruined in a heartbeat as she spotted the large red pickup truck parked near the entrance. Tony's truck! Again! "Oh, Tony, couldn't you have waited until next week to see some skin?" she muttered to herself as she parked her car behind the club. She hurried in and dropped her tote bag full of stage clothing at her usual spot, pausing just long enough to put on her blonde wig and a black mask kind of like the one the Lone Ranger wore. She rushed to the edge of the curtain by the stage door, peeking through a small gap in the curtain to look for Tony. She spotted him almost immediately, not more than 15 feet from her hiding place; judging by how intently he was watching Wendy wriggling out of some extremely tight shorts he probably wouldn't have noticed her even if she hadn't been careful to stay hidden. With Alison and Paige in line to dance ahead of her, Kerry had plenty of time to get herself ready for her time on stage. Doing her makeup and getting dressed only took a few minutes, but calming her nerves before going out and stripping with her unsuspecting husband sitting at the edge of the stage took a lot longer. She was determined to go through with her plan, but was still trembling as the DJ introduced her and started her first song, Feeling Good by Michael Buble. Despite her nervousness, Kerry managed a smile as she strutted the length of the stage, shaking her hips as she went. She stopped just a few feet from where her husband and two buddies were sitting, pausing briefly to check Tony's face for any sign he recognized her. Pleased to see a look on his face which showed desire but not the shock he'd certainly be having if he saw through her disguise, she smiled and went on with her act. Doing a quick spin which raised her lightweight lacy skirt enough to give Tony and his companions a glimpse of the brief, mostly sheer red boy shorts underneath. She repeated the twirl at a few other spots around the stage before stopping in the middle. She grabbed the skirt's zipper and slowly tugged it all the way down; the skirt loosened and slipped off her hips while she held the zipper pull, after a short pause to tease her audience she let the pull go, freeing the skirt to slide down to the floor, earning some cheers and whistling. After taking a moment to enjoy the applause and let her fans enjoy a good look at her ass now that her panties were fully in view, Kerry switched her attention to her top. A fairly conventional if slightly more sheer than usual button-down blouse, it was tied in a knot just below her breasts and also had several buttons fastened. She set out on a lap around the stage as she began to work on undoing the buttons, taking her time to allow as many customers as possible a close-up view of a button being undone. When the last button was unfastened she squeezed her breasts for a while, as much for her pleasure as for her audience's enjoyment. Back again at the middle of the stage, she undid the knot, letting the blouse unfurl to just above her panties as the first song ended. As her second song, Roberta Flack's Feel Like Makin Love, began Kerry opened the front of her blouse, giving the crowd their first good look at her bra; it was red to match the panties and sheer except for minimal amounts of lace at the nipples. She slid the blouse back just enough to slip off her shoulders and allow a good look at her chest but then obscured their view of the bra for a while as she squeezed her breasts together and ran her fingers over her nipples. She stole a look at Tony as she massaged her breasts; he was clearly enjoying her act. She thought back to the times she'd stripped for him at home; the feelings stirred up in her by stripping in front of him along with a couple dozen strangers were way, way more vivid. She moved her hands away from her breasts and shook the blouse free, leaving it on the stage along with her skirt. Kerry didn't bother with a lap around the stage now that she was down to two tiny garments, moving straight to unhooking her bra. The cheering and whistles from the crowd intensified as they saw she would soon be topless; she felt her pulse rising as she slid her arms through the bra's straps. She held the bra over her breasts a moment before pulling it off and dropping it on the stage to the loudest cheers yet. The audience got louder still when she lifted each breast, one at a time, to lick and suck her nipples. She was pretty sure she recognized Tony's voice over the cheering. She used the remainder of her second song to collect tips; she got quite a few, including some fairly big ones from Tony and his buddies. Her second song faded away; in the short gap between songs, a hush settled over the crowd as they looked forward to seeing her separated from her last bit of clothing. "Just the panties to go," thought Kerry as she waited for her final song to come on, "and I'll be completely nude in front of a couple dozen men. Again. I've lost track of how many times I've done this, but the thrill never fades, if anything it's even more intense this time with my husband cheering me on!" As the sound of Bruce Springsteen's I'm on Fire came over the speakers Kerry slipped her left hand deep into the front of her panties while hooking her right thumb under the waistband. As the cheering grew louder she could make out an organized chant forming. "Off! Off! Off!" "Oh, they're coming off all right," she thought, smiling, "but not until I've let my left hand have some fun!" Teasing herself about as much as the audience, she tugged the right side of her panties down low enough to show most of her left hand, but not far enough to reveal what its fingers were up to! The spectators closest to the stage could tell her fingers were in constant motion, but had no way to know that Kerry had impulsively moved on from gently running her middle finger over her slick inner lips to plunging two fingers inside her pussy. She was getting lost in her sensations when a new chant snapped her back to what passed for reality at the moment. "Show us! Show us! Show us! With the crowd's wishes and her own desires in perfect alignment, Kerry gave in; she closed her eyes, bit her lower lip and ran her right hand around to the back of her panties, tugging them down below the lower slope of her ass. With one last tug they came loose, falling to her ankles and revealing her ongoing masturbation! Now wearing only heels, a blonde wig, a black half mask and a stunned expression, she was no longer trying to hide her actions. Other than hoping Tony was paying attention to her display, she didn't care who watched as she dropped to her knees and continued frigging herself with her left hand, adding some vigorous pinching of her left nipple with her right hand to help push her over the edge. The music and crowd noise covered her moaning, but her open-mouthed panting and a series of convulsions made it clear they'd just watched her have a massive orgasm! As the last waves of her orgasm subsided, Kerry realized for the first time that the music had stopped and wondered how long she had been there on her knees. She struggled to her feet and wobbled to the stage door. A couple of the other dancers came onstage to retrieve her clothing and pick up the tips still raining down on the stage. Debbie was next up on the stage, an unenviable task given the wild show Kerry had just put on. After a pause to let her pulse settle down Kerry cleaned herself up and dressed in another outfit, a black faux leather bustier, a black lace trimmed thong and a sheer black skirt over the thong. She waited until Debbie's third song before going out on the floor, thinking she'd attract less attention while Debbie was almost naked. Her plan worked fairly well, as she only had to decline a couple of requests for a private dance before reaching Tony's seat at the stage. In the best southern drawl she could manage delivered in the deepest voice she could maintain, Kerry approached her unsuspecting husband and asked, "I noticed you were pretty appreciative of my act, can I interest you in a private dance?" "Yeah, I think I'd enjoy that!" Tony replied with a grin. He told his companions to hold his seat while he was away and let Kerry lead him by the hand to the private dance area. Once they were alone in a private room she began reciting the rules but was cut off before she got very far. She managed, barely, to not react as her husband told her that he'd been there often enough to know the rules by heart! "Then we should get to the fun stuff!" she said, dancing seductively while slowly rotating to give Tony a good view of her from all sides. She slipped her skirt off, then sat on his lap while facing away from him, rubbing her butt over his crotch and noticing the beginnings of an erection through his pants. She stepped off his lap and turned to face him, leaning on the couch behind him; putting her head next to his she told him, "you can unhook my bustier if you'd like..." He wasted no time working his way up the line of hooks; when the last hook was undone she leaned back, letting the bustier drop to the floor. Now wearing only a skimpy lace thong, Kerry asked if he'd rather take it off her or watch her remove it. She was pleased to hear he wanted to watch her complete the strip; she wanted to be able to look him in the eye as she - Elise - took off her last bit of cover. She stepped back and slowly worked down one side of the thong, then the other in excruciatingly small increments until her clit came into his view; then she slid the garment completely off in one quick motion, stepping out of them and climbing back on Tony's lap as the song ended. "Was that enough for you or do you want more?" she asked as the next song came on. "How much will this get me?" Tony asked, holding out a $100 bill! "Enough to make for a memorable night out!" Kerry replied with a laugh as she began stroking his thighs through his jeans, "but I think these need to come down to do the job right." She knelt in front of him undid his belt and he raised his butt off the couch, allowing her to pull his jeans and boxers down below his knees. She eyed his now fully erect dick, asking, "What would you like me to do with this fella?" "I'm thinking it would be happy in your mouth for a couple of songs and then in your pussy after that until you make me come." "As you wish..." she said, licking his shaft and working her way up to his already throbbing head. "Hey, aren't you going to use a condom?" Tony asked, excitement mixed with a little fear. "The other girls here always insist on one." "Do they?" Kerry said; "Which girls have you been with here?" "Debbie, Paige, Wendy, oh, and Gina too." "I see," she said, her voice quavering. After a pause, she continued in her normal voice, "The thing is, Tony, I'm not like the other girls!" As he squinted at her in the dim light of the small room she pulled off her mask and her blonde wig! Seeing the shock coming over him as he realized how it was that this stripper knew his name, she went on, "That's right, Tony, you just paid your wife for a lap dance, blowjob, and a quickie in the middle of a strip club! Since you interrupted me before you got most of what you paid for, you can have your $100 back. If you hadn't objected to the lack of a condom I was prepared to give you the full treatment as some sort of farewell sex; you would have been my first trick, and my last! Now you'll just have to be content with the memory of how I looked as I walked away. Enjoy the view, this will definitely be your last time seeing me naked!" "What the hell! What are you doing here...How did you...KERRY! Come back!" he shouted as she was almost out the door of the small room, still wearing only her heels. She looked back and smiled but kept on going.

Kaycee Ch. 04: Final Fantasy byBillandKate© A little less than a year after the last threesome with our trainer Sean, Kaycee and I spent a few days in Miami after I finished some business in Orlando. Miami was one of our favorite cities; we tried to get there every other year or so. We loved the food and nightlife on South Beach and we absolutely loved the nude beach at Haulover Park. I drove in from Orlando, picked up Kaycee from Miami International (she flew in from Portland) and, after a scorching kiss and hug hello at the baggage claim kiosk, we drove into town. We had the top down on the rented Mustang convertible and you could just tell this would be a magical four-day weekend. After checking into our hotel on Collins Avenue, we were heading to the elevator with our luggage when one of the other guests asked if he could help Kaycee with her bag. He really didn't ask, he basically took the bag from her hand, smiled and said, "Here, let me help." in a very gentlemanly way. Kaycee smiled back at him as we made our introductions. I set down my bag in the elevator to shake hands. Aaron had huge hands and when Kaycee shook his hand, she glanced at me with a secret, teasing smile. We got off the elevator on the same floor; it turned out Aaron's room was just across the hall. We said our goodbyes and thanked him, but before the door to our room closed Aaron asked if he could buy us a drink downstairs in the bar. I was a little tired from the previous week of meetings in Orlando and my stomach felt a little strange, probably from something I ate that morning at the meeting breakfast buffet but didn't want to spoil Kaycee's first night in Miami. She had been looking forward to this trip for the last two months, so I accepted Aaron's invitation. We freshened up, Kaycee slipped on a clingy sundress with three-inch heeled sandals and the two of us headed down to the hotel lobby. When we approached his table, Aaron stood up and gave Kaycee a hug, shook my hand, and thanked us for joining him. The three of us spent the next hour chatting and drinking. I could tell Kaycee was enjoying herself and Aaron's attention. When Aaron asked if he could impose on us for just a little longer by buying our dinner, Kaycee agreed. Unfortunately, just about this time my stomach was really churning. There was no way I was going to be able to eat anything. I told Kaycee and Aaron to go ahead without me. Before you think I'm total idiot, you should understand that although Kaycee had a few threesomes with Sean, it was almost a year ago and we've been exclusive to each other ever since. I wasn't concerned for Kaycee's safety because they were only walking to the Cuban restaurant in the hotel. I told Kaycee to give me a call from her cell phone if she felt uncomfortable during dinner; I'd be down in less than a minute. With that, I excused myself and headed upstairs. I must have fallen asleep watching TV because the next thing I knew, Kaycee was entering the hotel room. I lay in bed watching her undress by the light of the moon coming through the sheer curtains. When she was naked, she pulled back the covers and lay next to me. "You awake?" she asked. "How are you feeling?" "Much better, I took an Imodium. I must have dozed off." "Dozed off? You've been asleep for three hours. I came up to check on you after dinner. You were sleeping soundly, so when Aaron asked if I wanted to go dancing next door, I accepted. I left you a note on the nightstand so you wouldn't worry." I apologized two or three times and, trying to recover, asked her if she had fun. "Yes, I did," she answered. Kaycee leaned over and gave me a big kiss. "Are you really feeling better?" she asked again as she straddled her naked body over my torso. She started to rub her vagina over my cock, which was starting to get hard fast. I was making a mental note to thank Aaron tomorrow for Kaycee's amorous mood when she surprised me. "I'm pretty wet, can you feel it?" "Yea, I can feel it, it feels good. What's got into you tonight? Did all that dancing make you hot for my cock?" This dirty talk was having its usual effect on me, I was hard by now and Kaycee slipped it inside her. "Really want to know what got into me tonight?" Kaycee was rocking up and down my cock and I was fully awake now. Something was different, not only was Kaycee being more verbal than she usually is during sex, she was very wet. My imagination started running away from me, so I asked her one of our play fantasy questions. "So, what are you trying to tell me? That I'm getting sloppy seconds?" Kaycee continued to rock up and down, drawing out the tease. "No, I would never do that without you there. But Aaron and I did have fun dancing. He's a very good dancer. The club we went to was exciting, lots of beautiful people and jumping music. You would have enjoyed watching me; it reminded me of the two times I stripped in college. That's why I'm so wet. I thought about teasing you by telling you Aaron fucked me and you were getting sloppy seconds; but thought that was going overboard." Kaycee later told me the look on my face at that moment was priceless and she wished we were filming. Kaycee stopped and looked at me with wide eyes. "Oh my god - you didn't want me to fuck him, did you?" "Not really; especially since I wasn't there to watch. And especially since we didn't talk about it beforehand. That would have crossed a line." Kaycee started moving again; I was getting close to cumming but wanted to feel her release first. "Well, just so you know, Aaron was a complete gentleman throughout the night. He did ask me if we had 'an arrangement' as he called it. He saw the ankle bracelet and said some wives wear one when they're free to have sex with other men. I told him we didn't have that kind of arrangement, but he should talk to you tomorrow. I hope you don't mind." "Why, does the thought of fucking him appeal to you?" "He's very sexy and I would if you were there to watch." "Then close your eyes while I fuck you and imagine it's happening. Imagine it's his cock inside you and I'm sitting over in that chair watching the sexiest woman in the world get fucked by his black cock." Kaycee closed her eyes and rode me to a wonderful orgasm. As she drenched my cock with her fluids, I held her hips down so my cock reached her cervix, bathing her womb with my cum. Kaycee collapsed on my chest. "That was wonderful, Tony. I love you so much. Thanks for bringing me to Miami." "Thanks for coming here. I want to take you to that club and watch you dance." Kaycee smiled, "Maybe tomorrow when you're feeling better. Let's go to sleep, it's been a long day and I'm bushed." We didn't wake up until ten the next morning and ordered room service of coffee and bagels. We got dressed and headed north to Haulover to get some sun. It was a beautiful day on the beach. I marveled at my gorgeous wife lying naked on the towel or swimming in the ocean. The time we've been spending in the gym has really paid off, especially for me. I was always a bit of a nerd and never spent time building muscle and strength, was always a runner; now I had a body I was proud of. And Kaycee - she's a goddess. After returning to the hotel, we ran into Aaron at the bar. He was jealous of how we spent our Friday, he spent it in an office trying to close a deal. Since the deal hadn't closed, he was spending another weekend in Miami so he could meet his client first thing Monday morning. "Have any plans for your weekend?" I asked. "Not really; last weekend I spent in the clubs and watching Jai-Alai; what a trippy sport." Everything about the man led me to believe we'd be friends if he lived in Portland. I decided to extend an invitation. "Then join us tonight; let me recipicate for your kindness last night. Kaycee said she had a great time." "If you're sure. Wouldn't want to get in the way of you two." "Tell you what, take us to one of the clubs where you think Kaycee can cut loose. She loves to dance." "I can do that. How about we have dinner at eight and then go to a club I found last weekend?" During this entire exchange, Kaycee was sitting, enjoying her drink. I asked her, "How does that sound, babe?" Kaycee smiled. "It sounds like I need a new dress to go out clubbing on South Beach with two handsome men. Take me to that shop down the street, dear. And bring your credit card. Aaron, we'll meet you in the lobby at seven-forty-five. We'll make reservations for dinner at eight. See you soon." Kayce and I walked down to a boutique down Collins and after trying on at least four different dresses, picked one that was more revealing than any I'd ever seen on her. It became apparent it only worked because we had spent the afternoon getting an all-over tan; naughty bits were peeking out here and there as Kaycee moved in it. Definitely not a Math teacher's outfit and when she put on a matching pair of five-inch high heels, I had a hard time keeping my cock from sprouting wood. As we walked out of the shop, Kaycee put her arm in mine. "We're going to have fun tonight, lover." All I could do is grin in response. We met Aaron in the hotel lobby. When Aaron saw Kaycee walking toward him, a huge smile spread across his face and his eyes opened wide with a hunger that I found titillating down to my groin. My mind started to play through all the scenarios where I may want this evening to end. We ate dinner at a nearby restaurant, then stopped for drinks in one of the hotel bars on our way to the nightclub Aaron had picked out for us this evening. It was still a little early for the night scene on South Beach, not yet ten; but the place was half full. Since we were early, we lucked out and found a standing table on the balcony overlooking the dance floor. I took Kaycee down to dance after we ordered our first round of drinks. After a couple dances, we drank for a while, then Aaron led Kaycee down for his turn. While looking down, watching the two of them dance, a couple came over and asked if they could share the table. It was obvious, since there were three drinks on the table, that I was with at least two others, but there was enough room for five and I let this couple join us. "Who are you here with?" asked the woman. I pointed out Kaycee and Aaron. "My wife and a friend." By now Kaycee and Aaron were really getting it on; his hands on her hips as they moved to the music. Kaycee turned around, grinding her ass into his groin. The woman smiled at me. "How good of a friend?" The implication was obvious; somehow that turned me on even more. "Could you watch our drinks?" I ran down the stairs, cut in and told Aaron we had guests at the table. Of course he was probably frustrated when I cut in; but didn't show it. Kaycee danced the same way with me; practically fucking with clothes on. When we decided to take a break, we had time to talk - as hard as it was over the music - and Kaycee proceeded to tease me. "Did you like that Tony? Watching me dance with Aaron?" "I loved it, babe. You two looked good together and that dress you're wearing is outrageous. It was funny watching the other guys on the dance floor staring, waiting for a flash of breast or ass. I saw two guys get nailed by their dance partners when they got too obvious." Kaycee laughed at my report. We introduced ourselves to Paul and Freida, had a drink, then Kaycee and Frieda went down to do a little dirty dancing of their own. Paul didn't dance, so Aaron and I cut in, much to the disappointment to the group of guys hanging around the dance floor watching the two beauties shake it up. For the next fifteen minutes we took turns switching between Kaycee and Frieda. Frieda finally said she needed to get back to Paul before he got lonely, so she and I left Aaron and Kaycee and joined Paul. Things got crazier after that. Kaycee kept dancing seductively and there were a couple of women who took it as a challenge. One of the women, frustrated at losing this impromptu 'dance off', took off her top and danced half-naked before the bouncers caught up to her and carried her away. About that time, Frieda and Paul called it a night, leaving as soon as Kaycee and Aaron came back to the table. As Frieda gave me a hug and kissed my cheek, she whispered in my ear, "Kaycee is a lucky girl to have you as a husband. Have fun tonight." She winked as she walked away. Frieda must have read my mind. But what she didn't know is I had been formulating a kink to my kink. Whether it was the dirty dancing or the drinks, I wanted something different tonight. When Aaron left us to go to the restroom, I asked Kaycee. "Do you want to fuck Aaron tonight?" I doubt Kaycee was surprised by my question; it had been building up to this since we met him the day before. She was ready with her answer. "Yes, as long as you're good with it. I'm attracted to him and I'm certain the feeling is mutual." I went for broke. "I want to do something radically different tonight. I want you to go to his room, call me on my phone, and let me listen to you two." "OK, that came out of nowhere. Are you sure?" "Yes, I want to hear, but not see. Then you come back to our room and describe what I listened to. Will you do that?" Kaycee looked like she would have an orgasm right there in the club; all the dirty dancing had heated her up and my suggestion nearly put her over the top. "Yes, I'll do it." Just then, Aaron returned to our table. I let Kaycee tell Aaron what we planned; Aaron stared at me and asked the same question Kaycee had. "Are you sure?" When I nodded yes, Aaron asked the waitress to close us out, paid the bill and we got the hell out of there, barely touching the ground as we made our way out the door and into the nearest cab. In the hotel elevator, when the doors closed and with only we three inside, Aaron tested my resolve by grabbing Kaycee by the waist, pulling her into his body, and giving her a kiss. Not just a kiss, but a 'we're going to fuck and you're going to love it' kiss. Watching her in his arms with her head tilted up to meet his lips, drove me mad with passion. Aaron entered his room; I brought Kaycee with me so she could get her phone. When she entered our room, I held her head in my hands and kissed her. Kaycee returned my kiss and reached down to stroke my cock through my slacks. "Are you going to be a good boy and save this until I return? You're not going to waste it, are you?" "I'll save it; but you have to promise to be back here in an hour." Kaycee grabbed her phone and couldn't resist one more tease. "I'll try, if I'm more than two hours, send the calvary to rescue a damsel in distress. Or is it ecstasy?" With that she was out the door. A minute later, my phone rang. I answered and put my phone on speaker and mute, stripped, poured myself a glass of bourbon and got into bed. The next hour was absolute hell. And absolute exhilaration. I heard the grunts and groans. I heard Kaycee call out, "oh fuck, fuck, fuck - oh shit!" just before I could tell she was cumming (was he eating her out or fucking? - I couldn't tell). I heard the slap of skin on skin. Kaycee urging Aaron with, "right there, right there" or "don't stop, I'm right there". But of course the worst, most agonizing moments were when there was no sound at all (were they kissing?) or the utterances spoken so soft that I couldn't make out the words. I was going crazy; my sanity saved because Kaycee came back to our room after only fifty minutes. She had her dress on, but not buttoned. It fell off her body and she jumped on the bed to give me a kiss. The nightlights were on and they lit up her body. Her nipples were extended and her pussy looked red and used; the center wet and slightly open. "Do you want me to clean up?" "Fuck no!" With that she straddled my legs and buried my cock in her cunt. "I can't believe how wet you are." "Aaron has already cum in me twice tonight," Kaycee was looking in my eyes when she said this, trying to judge my reaction. "Tell me." "Well, I don't know if you could tell by hearing, but the first time was kind of a bust. We spent too much time on the foreplay, that combined with the excitement of it all, Aaron was wound up tighter than a watch. By the time he finally entered me with that cock of his, he lasted less than a minute before cumming. It was kind of funny, kind of pathetic, and very frustrating. "But he made up for it. He got hard in a minute or two, turned me over on my hands and knees, and proceeded to fuck me until I came like crazy." "So I heard." "Was I too loud? I tried to tone it down a bit by chewing on a pillow so the neighbors wouldn't complain." Kaycee was smiling down on me as she said it. I smiled back to show that her efforts to make me jealous weren't working. "Then he turned me around, picked me up, sat me down on the dresser and fucked me some more. He was like a machine, pumping away until I came a second time. I'm sure he was trying to make up for the first time because after I came that second time, he picked me up again and threw me on the bed without pulling out. "That's when he took his time; slowing down so I could feel that cock head of his teasing the inside of my pussy. He has this way of making it press on my g-spot, back and forth, just before sliding all the way in again. I think it's something you're going to learn, if you don't mind." "Anything to make you happy, dear." Kaycee laughed and kept her hips moving; I was getting close. "We kept going like that until I came a third time; that's when he came and filled me the second time." I don't know what my eyes told her, but it probably wasn't much different from what my cock was trying to tell her. I grew harder and came hard. "That felt good," she said, "If you're finished I'm going back across the hall. Aaron said you're invited too, this time to watch." Kaycee jumped off the bed and was heading for the door. "You coming?" she asked as she opened the door, still naked. She looked both ways down the hallway and crossed over to Aaron's door. I bolted out of bed and followed her, entering the room just as Aaron was leading Kaycee to the bathroom. "Let's shower," he told her. "I'm not as crazy as Tony about sloppy seconds, so let's clean you up. Tony, have a seat and help yourself to a drink from the bar; we won't be too long." Aaron and Kaycee walked into the shower, but left the door open. After pouring myself a drink, I peered into the bathroom and saw the two of them washing each other. Although Kaycee was tan from a day on the nude beach, it was a stark contrast to Aaron's black skin. I sat back down and heard the shower stop. Within two minutes Aaron came out carrying Kaycee with her legs straddled around his torso. He put her on the bed and held her legs wide open with his elbows as he covered her breasts with his hands. I watched as his dark cock lined up with the lips of her pussy, then slip past those lips and bury itself into my wife. My eyes moved back and forth between Kaycee's face and their hips. Every time Aaron's cock plunged into her, Kaycee's face showed the pleasure it was giving her. After a few minutes Aaron flipped on to his back and had Kaycee mount him, I took this opportunity to run across the hall for my camera. When I got back to the room, Kaycee was still on top and I started to take a few pictures. Aaron then had Kaycee get on her hands and knees. He started shoving his long cock deeper inside and Kaycee buried her head in the pillow groaning in pleasure. I put the camera in movie mode, placed it on the dresser and walked back to the bed. While Kaycee was on her knees getting fucked by a strange cock from behind, I lifted her head and stuck my hard-on into her mouth. She took turns deep throating my cock and moaning her encouragement to Aaron. I pulled out of Kaycee's mouth before I came and pulled her off Aaron's cock. I turned Kaycee around, still on her knees and shoved my wet cock in her ass. Aaron watched for a minute before asking, "Do you want my cock in her mouth or back in her cunt?" "In her cunt, get under her." Aaron did what he was told; when he was in position, I lowered Kaycee onto his hard cock. Kaycee was doing everything she could not to scream, although her moans were loud enough that anyone walking down the hall to hear. For the next few minutes the three of us moved sometimes in rhythm, sometimes out of rhythm, but it didn't matter. Kaycee urged me to come; she had had enough of the two cocks, so I let myself go. I held Kaycee's hips still as I shot my load into her ass. Kaycee bent forward and my cock fell out. As she lay still on Aaron's chest, I got up to wash off my cock. When I returned from the bathroom, Kaycee was still leaning on Aaron's chest, but she was slowly moving her hips up and down. Aaron had taking this opportunity to stick his cock in the hole I had just lubricated and vacated; his cock was wedged inside Kaycee's ass. I grabbed the camera from the dresser; it probably had five more minutes of video left before the memory card was full. I used the time it had left to film a close-up of Aaron's dark cock sliding in and out of my wife's ass, and finally, of his cock pumping a load of cum inside her. The last minute of the video is his cock popping out followed by both our spunk. I planned to keep the video clip and the photos with the ones I took of Kaycee and Sean, hoping to have documentation of these erotic moments for my future viewing pleasure. After Aaron came in Kaycee's ass, he sat up in bed, looked at me and said, "I guess I've changed my mind about sloppy seconds. That was unreal!" He kissed Kaycee and got up to clean off in the bathroom. I took this opportunity to ask Kaycee where she was sleeping that night. "Here, or in our room, anywhere as long as I'm with you." When Aaron came back to the room, I told him we were headed back to our room for the night and we would probably see him the next day. He was disappointed, but I thought it would be important for Kaycee and me to talk over tonight's events. Although I have seen Kaycee get fucked in the past, it had been a while and we needed some alone time. Kaycee and I snuck back to our room, still naked. We almost got caught by a hotel employee delivering a late-night snack to one of the other guestrooms. But if anything, he only caught a glimpse as we slipped through our door. Kaycee asked if she needed a shower before coming to bed, I said "no", I liked the fact she smelled of sex. We decided to talk in the morning, when we were rested and sober, and went to sleep. I woke first in the morning and replayed the scene in my head. Watching Kaycee get fucked by another man, the look on her face, the way she had responded to his cock, the way he had played with her breasts with those large black hands; was I jealous? I wasn't feeling jealous; and just thinking about last night was making me hard again. Kaycee woke up as I was rubbing my hard-on against the crack of her ass. She turned her head to me, "What, are you ready again? You must have enjoyed the show last night." "I did like it. But I think we should spend a little time this morning talking things over. Get up and shower, I'm taking you down to the News Cafe for coffee and breakfast." After we showered Kaycee put on another sundress and we walked down to the cafe. Since it was the weekend, we had to wait a while for a place to sit. The waiter brought our coffee and Kaycee started by asking me how I was handling it given how much she had obviously enjoyed herself last night. I answered honestly, "I'm always so fascinated by how sexy you look. But, what about you, you've been hesitant to do this again for the past year; what are you feeling?" "You said I looked sexy;" Kaycee answered, "Well, that's how I felt - sexy. It's different from how I feel when we make love. This had nothing to do with love, it was all physical. Kind of how it felt when I was in college. I wasn't in love with them, not like I love you. So it was physical fucking; the only emotional part was feeling desired and showing off. Last night reminded me of those old feelings. It was nice, especially with you there as my audience." "So," I asked, "We both enjoyed it. What now? Aaron will be waiting to hear if he gets a second chance to be with you again. Are you going to say 'yes' or 'no'?" "I'm for 'yes'", Kaycee answered, "As long as you don't think it's going to spoil our weekend together and as long as you're being honest when you say you're not jealous." "No, we have our whole lives to spend together. We're booked for a week in the mountains next month so let's take advantage of the fact this has fallen into our laps and have fun." After breakfast we headed back to the hotel and called Aaron. "Good morning, feel like headed to the beach with us today?" You could hear the excitement in his voice when he agreed. "One more thing, we're headed to the nude beach north of town; still want to go?" "This has been a weekend of firsts for me," was his reply, "Might as well try a nude beach." A half hour later the three of us were headed north to Haulover Beach. On the way Kaycee and I explained nude beach etiquette. We also explained that the beach will have a cross section of body types and people. If you want the "beautiful people" in Miami, stay on South Beach and watch the models sunbathe topless in their thongs. But Kaycee and I are hardcore naturists and can't tolerate swimsuits or tan lines. We arrived at Haulover and made our way to the "straight" section. It was a Saturday and the beach was starting to fill in. We set up our blanket and towels; I gave Aaron my tube of sun block and advised him to discretely cover his genitals with the lotion, nothing worse than a burn down there to ruin a good weekend. We were getting some curious looks; nude beaches are very accepting places, but it's still unusual to see a woman with two men. "Now I get it." Aaron said, "I couldn't figure out why you two were shaved, I've seen pictures of women with no pubic hair, but last night I was surprised to see Tony's crotch shaved bare. Looking around here, I see at least a dozen men without a hair on their crotch." "It's a naturist thing, I think," I replied. "Besides, the whole hair-in-the-teeth thing is a pain when you're going down on your mate. This way, Kaycee doesn't have to stop at a critical moment because some hair has gone half-way down her throat." I could tell Aaron was thinking about it, but a lot of men get a little queasy with the idea of a razor down there. Within a half hour Kaycee decided to go swimming and Aaron joined her. I decided to stay with our belongings and watch. After a while they were in shoulder high water and Kaycee had her arms around Aaron's shoulders. It was very tough to know for certain, but the last time Kaycee and I were in St. Martin we briefly made love this way. Could Kaycee have Aaron's cock inside her right now? I watched; but couldn't be certain. I looked around to see if they were drawing any attention from the rest of the beach, but nobody seemed to be paying too much attention. Kaycee came out of the water and lay next to me. "Aaron asked if he could fuck me in the ocean; but I told him he had to wait until tonight." "Good girl. So, what's he doing now?" "He said it would be a little while; his cock was still hard when I left him. He said the entire experience has him ready to blow a load. We told him the rule that hard-ons being frowned upon at the beach, he doesn't want to break the rules so he's staying in the water a while longer." Aaron left the surf and headed to the blanket. He sat next to me and thanked me one more time for allowing him to share the weekend with us. I told him I felt lucky, too. I always feared if we added someone to our lovemaking, the guy would turn out to be a jerk. He was helping me fulfill a fantasy, not only by sharing Kaycee, but by being a gentleman. Kaycee was back in the water and I joined her. We swam for a while until she put her legs around my waist and gave me a deep kiss. "Thank you for being my best friend'" she said, "I'm never going to forget this vacation. I really feel like the most beautiful and sexy woman in Miami right now. Do you want to fuck me now?" She could feel my cock start to grow again. "Of course, but I'll wait until we get back to our room" I looked over to the beach and we were attracting some attention, plus two guys were swimming nearby. I think they were trying to see if we were screwing. Kaycee and I separated and began to swim again. Back on the beach, the three of us spent another hour in the sunshine. "I have a surprise for you two," Aaron said on the way back to South Beach, "I called the hotel when you two were swimming and the hotel had a cancellation. One of the suites on the top floor is available so I reserved it. If you like, we could all stay together up there." Kaycee and I looked at one another, she was smiling and I nodded my head. "Yes,' she answered for us, "that sounds like fun." When we got to the hotel, we worked out the logistics with the front desk and moved our bags to the suite. It had a large soaking tub, so the first thing Kaycee did was fill it with hot water. I was first in the shower, when I got out to join Kaycee in the tub. Aaron jumped in the shower and when he got out, Kaycee told him there was room for one more, but first she wanted to know if he was willing to have her shave him. "You mean shave my crotch?" he asked. Kaycee told him that she'd be careful, she hadn't cut me yet and that he might even find the experience rewarding. He consented, so Kaycee set a towel on the edge of the tub, lathered his groin with soap and began to slowly shave his pubic hair. I sat back to watch. Aaron may have been frightened by the idea of a sharp razor so close to his cock and balls, but as Kaycee moved them back and forth to get to all the nooks and crannies, his cock reacted and began to swell. Once more I thought how lucky I was to have this fantasy come true. I watched as Kaycee's hand grasped Aaron's cock, squeeze some pre-cum out and used the fluid to lightly rake his large cockhead with her nails. She finished the trim and had Aaron rinse the towel and himself off in the shower to keep the hair from the tub water. Aaron came back to the tub with his pubic region bare and his cock still swollen. Kaycee made him sit back on the edge of the tub. Now she could use both hands and cupped his ball sack with one hand while teasing the shaft with her nails. Much to Aaron's relief and my visual pleasure, she began to deep throat his cock. As many times as I've watched Kaycee suck my cock, it's different to watch her from this angle, she literally looks like a porn star while sucking the entire shaft down her throat. Just as Aaron began to cum, Kaycee moved her mouth off his cockhead, maybe for my benefit, so I could see the first rope of cum jet out and catch her face before she put his cock back in her mouth and sucked the remainder of his orgasm down her throat. When Aaron's cock slipped out of Kaycee's mouth she turned to me and asked, "Your turn?" I sat up, my cock was rock hard from watching; I took Aaron's place on the edge of the tub. Kaycee proceeded to play with my cock with the same skill and attention she had shown Aaron's and it was his turn to watch us. When I came Kaycee did the same thing, took her mouth off my cock to catch the first rope on her face and then suck me until my spasms ended. "Now, it's my turn," she said, "Which of you lucky gentleman is going to eat me?" "If Tony doesn't mind, I'd like that privilege," Aaron replied, "I've never gone down on a woman with a shaved pussy and I'd like to try that now." I watched as Aaron ate Kaycee to an orgasm. When she came he had three fingers in her vagina and she was gripping his head to her clit. Afterwards Aaron swore that he would ask any future lover to shave her crotch, he couldn't believe the difference. Aaron and I took Kaycee out for dinner and dancing that night. We had a great time, but wore Kaycee out taking turns with her on the dance floor. When we returned to the room that night, she fell asleep with her dress and shoes still on. I undressed her and she lay in the middle between the two of us. The next morning, I cracked open one eye and watched as Aaron moved over on top of Kaycee. He began slowly moving in and out of her as I watched, then I felt Kaycee's hand take mine. After Aaron came Kaycee rolled on top of me, kissed my lips and said, "I do love you." Sunday seemed perfect - room service, another day on the nude beach and a quiet dinner. We skipped the dancing and spent the evening taking turns and double-teaming Kaycee before falling asleep. We had a noon flight home on Monday and left the suite for the airport at the same time Aaron left for his business meeting. Aaron put Kaycee's suitcase in the Mustang's trunk, shook my hand before giving Kaycee a hug and a kiss goodbye. Aaron shook my hand a second time saying, "Thanks Tony, I'll never forget this weekend." Something was on Kaycee's mind; she was somewhat quiet on the flight home. I wanted to ask; but knew her well enough to know she'd bring it up when she was ready. I came home Tuesday after work to find Kaycee crying in the living room. She was ready to talk. "I came home early today because I'm sick, which I am emotionally. I nearly broke down during my fourth period class." "What happened?" "I'm scared Tony. I thought I left it all behind after college. All the slutty sex." "Are you saying I sucked you back in?" "No, it wasn't your fault; I went along with it, it was me who suggested the soft-swap and teased you. I went along with your suggestions to have sex with Sean and Aaron without complaint. But now I want to stop it all. I want to be only yours again." I didn't reply immediately, because in the back of my mind, I think I felt the same way. Somehow, we were losing the intimacy we shared during the first years of our marriage; we were replacing the intimacy with carnal lust - if that makes sense. As I paused to gather my thoughts, wondering how I could convey those thoughts to let her know that I agreed and she wasn't forcing me to agree, she filled the silence. "We were really stupid in Miami. Aaron's a nice guy and assured me he was safe and clean, but I let him have me without protection. How stupid is that? We're supposed to be intelligent people and I let some stranger fuck me like that." I wrapped my arms around her. "I was just as much at fault, babe. We'll get tested and keep our fingers crossed. We let the fantasy cloud our judgement, both of us - not just yours." "We need counseling Tony; we need help if we're going to put this behind us and have a normal sexual relationship. I was happy when it was just you and me. Were you?" "Yes. I don't know why I let the fantasy get away from me. Until I met Samuel Davis on that flight from LA, I never considered myself a voyeur, let alone a guy who could watch his wife get fucked." Kaycee gave me a kiss. "When this is all over, I want to start our family. But we need to be in a good place; I'm not raising our children in a broken home." We did find a good therapist, Sarah, who helped us understand how to control our fantasies without losing our spontaneous, active, fun sex life. Some things were difficult - we changed health clubs to avoid being in constant contact with Sean. When our therapist asked if we had videos or photos of the 'encounters' (as she referred to them), I almost lied. Sarah suggested I destroy the images and I had a hard time doing it; Kaycee was just so damn sexy and beautiful when she fucked those guys. A week after suggesting I destroy the images, Sarah asked if I had done it yet. When I hesitated, Sarah climbed all over me. "Are you serious about saving your marriage Tony?" "Yes, I am." "Then get rid of the reminders of how much fun you had watching your wife with another man. The images will always remind you of the excitement; but not the danger to your relationship." What she said made sense; I went home that night and destroyed them all. Sarah also gave us some great ideas. We threw out plastic 'Peter' because of the connection to the past; but bought some new toys. She even suggested buying a portable mirror we could set up to watch our own love-making occasionally. We enclosed our patio to sunbathe naked on those days when the sun shines in Portland. And best of all, she helped us relearn the difference between love-making and fucking - and why our love-making is so much more satisfying to our health and spirit. About three months after we started therapy, I picked up the phone only to be talking to Aaron. He was in Portland on business and wondered if we could join him for dinner. (I'm not naïve, I'm certain he hoped for more than dinner.) Kaycee didn't want to meet with him; but given what happened in Miami, I felt it was important to meet with him face to face. He was obviously disappointed when I approached the table alone; but stood to greet me and shake my hand. Over drinks I told him how we were recommitting ourselves to a monogamous marriage. I was pleased he took it so well. "I don't blame you, Tony. I seriously couldn't understand how you allowed it. I couldn't do it." "And now I couldn't either. That part of our life is over; we're different people now." I finished my drink and apologized. "I hope you don't think it rude of me if I don't join you for dinner; Kaycee's at home and I'm sure she's anxious to hear how you reacted to the change in our lifestyle." We both stood and shook hands goodbye. "Best of luck to both you and Kaycee; I hope you stay happy together and have that family. You're both wonderful people. Give Kaycee my best wishes and tell her I understand why she couldn't come tonight." It wasn't the last time we heard from Aaron. Three years later, we received a Christmas card. The photo was of Aaron, his wife, and their newborn son. The card read, "Hoping your wishes for a family are as blessed as mine have become. Married last year to this wonderful lady and starting out with the first of what we hope are many children. Best wishes - Aaron, Judy & Jason" That was the last card from Aaron. Epilogue It was six years ago when we made that re-commitment to ourselves. We worked with our therapist, Sarah, for just under a year. It seemed like a long road getting back to where we were before all the crap - where we wanted to be as a couple - but we made it. Soon after our last session with Sarah, Kaycee got off the pill and four months later she was pregnant with our first daughter, Ivy. Two years later Constance Katherine (named after our mothers, but we call her CK) was born. We're in a good place emotionally and I have a very happy, loving family. That's why I waited until now to write this tale. I couldn't have written our story if it ended tragically, me without Kaycee. Certain urges pop up now and then, but we now have the tools to control those urges and I think our marriage is stronger now than when we first married. Speaking of which - after CK was born, Kaycee and I renewed our wedding vows, with a special emphasis on 'forsaking all others'. So, it turns out my 'Final Fantasy' became a reality. I'm sitting on the sofa in our den with Kaycee beside me, she's nursing CK, while I have Ivy on my lap and we're singing silly nursery rhymes. Kaycee leans over, kisses my cheek and whispers in my ear, "thank you". What a life!

Katie gets invited to a farm Katie was a pretty college girl who was about the straightest person most of her friends knew, Not only her friends noticed; but most of her professors did as well. She attended a small college and the professors we almost friends with the students. Mary Colleens was the science teacher and she was supposedly one hell of a chemist.  One day Mary came to her student Katie and asked her if she could do her a big favor and stay at her house for the weekend and take care of her dog, as the teacher had to visit an ailing friend. Katie had a couple of mid-terms to study for the following week so she agreed as she felt she could get in some uninterrupted time. Friday afternoon came and Mary picked Katie up and headed out into the country. Katie asked her teacher what kind of dog she had and was surprised when the response was “a great Dane.” Katie thought her cute little teacher would have had a little lap dog. Her teacher continued: “actually Katie, I have a little ranch off Rt.6 and I needed someone to feed Butch (the dog) and the horses, but I was embarrassed to ask anyone, so I just mentioned the dog. I haven’t left the farm for a night since I bought it almost 2 years ago. You seem so trustworthy that I felt comfortable asking you.” At first Katie was angry that she had been lied to, but as her teacher ended with such a compliment Katie actually was proud she had been asked. “I hate to say this” Mary continued “but I also wanted someone who wasn’t going to call a boy and ask him to spend the weekend in my house. I hope that’s not wrong to think.” Katie looked back her teacher and said “no, I understand.” Then paused and said “you know I had a couple of boyfriends in high school, I just have been trying to do well in school, so I haven’t dated much here. I know everyone thinks I am a prude, but that’s OK .” Her teacher looked at her and said “Are you a prude, I mean you are pretty and have a nice figure I am sure the guys are attracted to you?”  Katie responded “I am not a virgin, but I’m not too good at it I think. I mean I gagged the first time I, you know, did the oral thing, so I never tried again. But I will have time for boys and sex when I get my grades taken care of.” Her teacher just smiled and continued some small talk till they got to her ranch. Mary walked Katie around her small ranch, There was a small barn and a fenced in area and trails that lead up into the woods. As they walked toward the barn the teacher explained “this wasn’t the best weekend for me to have to leave. The mare is in heat and the stallion and donkey I own can smell her and are a little worked up. So make sure you don’t put her out in the paddock, unless the boys are in the barn.” Katie told her “she understood” and then learned how to feed the gang. The two walked into the house and were met by Butch. Katie was amazed that at the size of the dog and explained “wow, he’s about half the size of the donkey.” Mary just laughed. As Katie was petting the big head of the dog, he pushed his nose right between her legs and Katie scolded him and pushed him away. Mary just smiled and turned to show Katie the rest of the house. The two enjoyed a little snack and Mary then took a small silver can and sprayed it into her mouth, She then reached over to a drawer and pulled out another one and told Katie she could have her own and that it was mouth freshener she had worked on when she worked for a consumer company. Katie prayed the minty tasting spray into her mouth and thanked the teacher. A few minutes later Mary left Katie and headed away for the weekend. As her teacher drove off Katie put her hands in her pocket and found the small spray can and pumped a few more squirts into her mouth. As Katie headed back for the door she could believe that she was starting to feel warm and sexy, she wondered if it because she realized she would be alone for 2 days and that hadn’t happened in a long time, and laughed when she remembered when she was left home for a weekend when she was 16 and masturbated in her parents room and the thought made her laugh. Katie went back into the house and again was met by Butch and again he pushed his head between her legs and again she pushed him away and now alone, said “you are a horny fellow aren’t you.” She walked past him and went to the guest room. As she was unpacking she heard a “pssst” noise and looked up to where the sound came from, There mounted on the wall was an air freshener, like those found in public bathrooms. Katie took a whiff and it smelled similar to the mouth spray, Katie remember that Mary had told her that she had air fresheners around as the ranch house was old and she didn’t like the “old smell”, but Katie had thought she meant the airwick ones, she just shrugged her shoulders and unpacked. By the time Katie had unpacked and put her bag away, she was feeling horny and figured “what the heck I’m alone, who cares.” Katie pulled her jeans off and lied on the bed and started to finger herself. She couldn’t remember the last time she had done this, and it felt great. It didn’t take long and she was cumming. It had to be at least 6 months since she made herself cum and couldn’t believe that she let this feeling go so long, without doing what she had just completed.  Katie got off the bed and went into the bathroom in the hall to clean up. While she was washing her hands she got a whiff of another freshener. This one was right on the counter and almost got her in the face. Katie took the hand towel and dried her hands and then wiped the cum off her inner thigh and ran the towel up her labia to dry her pussy. When the towel hit her labia she moaned. She couldn’t believe she was hot again. The moan brought Butch to the open door and before Katie realized it the dog stuck his nose into her butt. Katie spun quickly and saw the dog. Before she could do anything he put his face between her legs and licked. The lick of her pussy sent a lightning bolt of pleasure through her body. She went to push him way, but by the time her hand got to his head he licked again. Katie backed up and had her butt up against the sink counter. She knew she should stop him, but she didn’t. Every minute the freshener sprayed out and every minute Katie got hornier without realizing why. By this point she had her legs spread apart and Butch was licking her toward another climax. It didn’t take long and Katie was creaming onto Butch’s tongue, The taste brought faster licks and Katie was purring through the longest climax she could remember. Butch finally pulled his head away and backed up. Katie was thankful as her labia were getting sore from his raspy tongue. She bent over kissed him on the snout and told him what a good dog he was. She couldn’t believe that she was still horny.  Katie looked at the mirror on the bathroom door and saw under Butch, his pink dick was coming out of its sheath. Katie had never seen a dog’s dick before and as fascinated with it. One thing Katie had done often was given her dates hand jobs to keep them off her, She looked at Butch and said “Did that make you horny boy?” Katie couldn’t believe her next move. She got down on her knees and reached under Butch and took his sheath in her hand and started jerking it back and forth. As she did the 3 or 4 inches of pink quickly grew to 6 or 7. “wow boy, you have a big one.” Bitch didn’t know what she had said, but it sounded like the tone his master used with him, and he jumped forward which knocked Katie backward. She feel onto her back with her knees in the air. Butch started to hump her bent leg. Katie was getting hornier as she watched him air hump near her leg. But she was uncomfortable. She said “get off. I’ll jerk you off, but let me up” and pushed him back. Katie turned and put her hands on the toilet to help her push up. That was all Butch needed and as Katie started to stand up he jumped on her back and wrapped his paws around her. Katie had no choice but to fall to her knees with her hands supporting her on the edge of the toilet bowl. Butch had not let up his grip around Katie and suddenly she felt the dog humping again. This time it wasn’t just her leg, this time she was positioned underneath the large dog. “What the hell are you doing?” she yelled to him, but a moment later it became obvious. She felt his wet dick probing her butt cheek. “No, you are not going to fuck me.” Butch didn’t understand English but he had heard those words before, not the “no” but the “fuck me”. It took a few more attempts but finally Butch found his mark and entered Katie’s pussy. “No, no, stop” she screamed as his dick drove deeper and deeper inside her. His dick was no longer 6 or 7 inches. The more he pumped his dick inside his bitch, the longer he got. Katie had never been filled so much and the pleasure took over, she was not longer fighting the dog, she was pushing back into him.  She suddenly felt something different around the outside of her vagina. She felt his knot hitting her labia and her clit and the sensation was incredible. With the dogs dick so big and thick and her pussy being so tight, his knot was not able to penetrate her, and she relaxed and enjoyed the banging she was getting inside and outside her pussy. She was just about to explode again when Butch whimpered and then she felt his hot seed enter her pussy. That pushed her over the edge and she started to cum. However, moments after she started he pulled out and disappeared. Katie was half satisfied and couldn’t believe she had just let a dog fuck her.  She stood up and felt the doggie cum drip down her legs. She looked in the mirror at herself and asked “what is wrong with me?” With that another spray from the freshener put a mist near her face. She looked at herself and noticed her watch on her arm. “Oh shit” she thought. She looked at the time and realized she was late to feed the horses and the donkey their dinner. Katie, stared to put her jeans back on and as she had them in her hand in her bedroom another spray blasted the air. She threw the jeans on the bed and said “fuck it, I’m alone out here, and besides I don’t want my clothes smelling like a barn.” She took off her top and bra and thought she looked perfect.. As she turned to leave her room she saw that the breath spray had fallen out of her pocket. She picked it up and gave a spray into her mouth before putting it on the night stand.  She walked out of the house and thought it was the fresh air that suddenly put her body on fire again. She looked down and her nipples were rock hard, She thought to herself, “what is happening to me, I cant get satisfied” Katie walked to the pen where the donkey was. He had his nose up against a crack in the barn wall and then she noticed that his dick was hanging long below him. “Wow” she thought, “now that’s a dick.” Butch had come out with her and was standing to her side. “Look boy, he is bigger then you.” Actually Katie noticed that the donkey’s dick was much more the shape of guys than the dogs, and at least 16 or 18”. She shook her head to try and clear the thoughts that were going through it, but she couldn’t.  Katie saw that there was a hook about a foot above the donkey’s head with a chain hanging from it. She remembered that Mary had told her that she could hook him to that and brush him in the mornings. Katie walked over to the donkey and hooked his halter to the chain. She then slid her hands from his neck, along his body and then bent down and reached for his dick. She couldn’t believe that she was doing this, but moments later she was running her hands up and down the donkey’s dick. Katie was thinking of actually trying to put his dick in her mouth, but she just couldn’t bring herself to do it, Instead she wanted to see if she could run the donkey’s long dick along her labia and clit. She looked around and felt maybe it would be better if she went into the barn. So she took the animal by the halter and walked him inside. Once inside the donkey sensed the mare in heat and started to buck around a little. Katie had a little problem holding his halter so she grabbed a lead and attached it for better control---she also noticed that the donkey’s dick had gotten rock hard and maybe even a little longer.  Katie wasn’t sure what she was going to do next, but then she noticed something that looked like her vaulting horse in school. She looked at the height of it and wondered if she could get the donkey to put his legs up over it, so she could position herself under it. Katie looked closer at the padded horse and saw a label on the side, it read “adjustable breeder’s assistant- for artificial insemination and training.” Katie couldn’t believe her luck, maybe the donkey was use to putting his hoofs up so his owner could somehow get his cum for breeding. Katie walked the donkey over to the breeding assistant and sure enough the donkey jumped his front hoofs over the padded horse. She was looking right at his 18” dick and reached back to start stroking it. The donkey started to hump her hand and Katie got instantly turned on again. She looked down on the floor and there was board nailed to it. The donkey’s hoofs were right up against it. Katie realized that the board was blocking him from moving forward. She looked at the distance of his dick and the padded assistant and felt she might be able to move under him without him going all the way inside her. Katie positioned herself under the padded horse and the donkey’s dick slid along her back. She then moved forward and pushed her butt up in the air and the dick this time ran between her legs and along her belly – up to her belly button. The donkey kept pumping and the feeling in her pussy was wild in anticipation. Katie started to reach for his dick to help him find the spot, but as she shifted to move her hand the donkey hit the target. He pumped into Katie and more out of surprise of the feeling than anything else she fell forward.  Katie repositioned herself and reached back and guided the donkey’s dick inside her. He started pumping and within a few thrusts he was inside his two legged female almost 12”. Katie was screaming in pleasure, she couldn’t believe the feeling and seemed to start coming instantly. Unlike the rapid fast motion of the Great Dane that had made her his bitch earlier, the donkey was making slower long thrusts inside his mate. Katie kept creaming and much quicker than the dog, the donkey started to cum. Katie felt her vaginal cannel filling with his load. The donkey pumped a couple more times and then pulled out of her. Katie fell forward again, this time, because her legs couldn’t support her any longer. As she turned and sat on her bottom, the cum started to rush from her pussy, down her thighs and onto the floor of the barn. She looked up and the donkey was just standing there looking at her. His dick was just as long, but not hard. Katie looked at the dick which was now covered by both of their cum. Katie didn’t know why she was so turned on, but the more sex she had it seamed like the more she wanted. Even though she had just been plowed by the donkey she got on all fours and moved next to the donkey and lined up with his hanging dick. Even to her surprise she moved her hand forward and took hold of the dick. She pulled it toward her and started to lick the shaft. Even though oral sex was not her thing, it seemed to be today. She licked the shaft up and down and tasted the mixture of the cum, however there was much more of his than hers, and she was loving it. Katie licked for a few more minutes and then her knees started to hurt. She got up and led the donkey back out to his pen and headed back toward the house. Butch, the Great Dane, had disappeared while she was in the barn so she called out to him. After a few calls Katie saw the beautiful huge dog come running, or galloping, towards her and the house. Katie greeted him with a hug and as she stood up he put his snout between her legs and gave her a lick. Katie smiled and said “would you like to clean me up down there?” They walked into the house and Katie headed to the bedroom to let him have his way with her… Moments later Katie was sitting on the floor of the bedroom, with a towel under her butt. She had her knees up in the air and spread wide open with her head and back on the floor. She was on the floor almost directly under where the mist from the freshener was spraying. It smelled nice to her as she breathed in the strong aphrodisiac. The dog was licking her from her butt to her clit and then Butch must have tasted the cum of the donkey as he started to stick his tongue into her not just lick the outside. Katie pushed her butt up into the air and the dogs tongue went deeper into her. Katie started to cum; which brought with it little screams of pleasure. She couldn’t believe how many times she had cum over the past few hours and yet as much as she came, she wanted more. She put her hand on the Dane’s head and pulled it towards her pussy and his tongue went in a little more, and she continued to climax. After at least 30 minutes of cumming and being licked by Butch her labia was starting to hurt from the rubbing. She had to push her new 4 legged lover away and closed her knees. By this time at least 6 sprays had fallen in the air and been breathed in by the college co-ed. Her breathing was still more of a pant from cumming so long. Yet she still seamed horny.  Butch was not new to sex with women and wanted to get off. He read the girl’s potion and had no access to her bottom, so he started at her top and walked over the girl till his dick was over her face. His pink dick was already hanging from the sheath a few inches as he lowered his butt a little. Even though Katie was usually not into sucking dicks, today she seemed to have no inhibitions at all and she lifted her head to take the dog’s dick. At first she just licked the dick, as she had the donkey’s, but moments later she opened her mouth and took the hot, wet dick into her mouth. Immediately on feeling this Butch stated humming his lower body and Katie would up with a growing cock pumping her mouth. Within moments the dogs dick had grown to full size and Katie couldn’t believe she was taking over 8” of his cock in her mouth. After a while Katie started to feel his dick swell and then the knott started hitting against her lips. Katie’s pleasure was now starting to hurt a bit as the knott kept hitting her- she figured she better try to end this, so she started sucking harder and sure enough a few minutes later she was rewarded with a mouthful of doggie cum. Katie swallowed as fast as she could and was able to drink all he gave her. Moment's later Butch continued his walk over Katie and his dick disappeared from sight. Butch found a corner to clean up at and Katie just rolled over on the floor and out of pure exhaustion fell a sleep. What she didn’t know is that she was still under the mist of the air freshener and as she slept her body started to beckon for more. Katie woke with the sun. She had been asleep for almost 10 hours from sexual exhaustion; cumming more in one day than she had her entire life. Sexual thoughts were running through her mind as she awoke, mostly of being gang banged by guys with huge dicks. It was no wonder why, her last day had included sex with a Great Dane with a thick 8” dick and a donkey with one about 10 inches longer. Katie couldn’t believe she was having these fantasies and her body was getting hotter by the moment. She heard the now familiar “pssst “ sound from the air freshener laced with an aphrodisiac and her body called for relief. Still on the floor, Katie rolled onto her stomach and slid her fingers underneath her and finally entered her hot and wet pussy. She couldn’t believe how wet she was, little did she know that all night her body was feeling the effects of the spray. Katie started to hump her fingers and felt the carpet fibers rubbing against her very hard nipples. Two fingers didn’t seem to enough, when one usually did the trick. Katie added a third finger and then a fourth. That felt good and she started to moan from the pleasure she was feeling. What Katie didn’t realize is that the smell of her vaginal fluid had reached the nose of the Great Dane sitting at the other end of the room. Even though Butch really needed to go out and relieve himself, his animal sexual instincts took over and won out over having to pee. Butch walked over to the un-expecting human bitch on the floor.  The timing was perfect for the dog, as Katie needed more access to her pussy and had just rocked up onto her knees to dig her hand deeper inside her pussy. Butch jumped on Katie’s back and the surprise and weight of the dog made her spring her hand out of her pussy and onto the floor for support. It took Katie a second to realize what was going on, and that it was Butch on top of her and she smiled and said “hey boy, want to fuck me to start the day?” Katie couldn’t believe she said that out loud as she never used that word, but then again her personality was changing by the minute, since coming to the farm. Butch started humping behind Katie and suddenly hit her butt hole instead of her pussy. Katie almost felt like his dick went in her butt an inch or so and quickly pushed her butt up higher so he could find her pussy. However, Butch had entered the butt slightly and the next thrust took him in deeper and the following one continued his drive into her virgin ass. Katie was in a momentary state of shock, she knew nothing about anal sex and panicked that the dog was not where he should be. The stock quickly was replaced with reality; as pain shot through the girl’s body. Katie started yelling for the dog to stop. Butch did not stop his humping and was already in her 4 or 5 inches. Katie tried to get up and that was a mistake as she momentarily pushed into an oncoming thrust and Butch rammed his full 8 inches into her ass. The pain was unreal and actually made Katie freeze in her current position. Butch kept humping his bitch and his natural ‘sprinkler type penis’ was lubricating Katie’s hole and to her surprise the pain started to subside and was replaced with, what appeared to be pleasure. Katie stopped yelling and started to notice that she was starting to pant. Her anal muscles had relaxed and she started thinking that her ass was acting like another pussy. The dog kept pounding and Katie couldn’t believe that she was nearing a climax. She didn’t think it was possible to cum this way, but sure enough she was nearing one. Katie felt the dog’s knott and didn’t think he would enter her with it, and she was way to tight for that. The extra pounding outside her, combined with the sensation inside her was too much to stop and suddenly she exploded in a climax. It was by far the strongest climax she had ever experienced and a few seconds into the climax fluid came rushing out of her pussy. She thought that the pressure must have relaxed her bladder, but the strong smell of sex and not pee had her reconsider that she had just squirted a bunch of cum.  Katie’s strong climax continued long enough for her to think, “I have to do this again, this is unreal.” She was actually pushing back against the trusts, when suddenly she felt a warm sensation deep inside her bowels and felt that the dog’s cock was sliding in and out much more freely, obviously the dog had shot his load inside her and it brought a smile to her face. A few moments later Butch withdrew his dick from her ass and his cum followed and dripped from her ass crack across her pussy lips. Katie couldn’t move and stayed on all fours for a couple of minutes trying to get her body to stand up. Her slowness to stand was quickened as Butch started barking and running back and forth to the door. Katie thought that the poor dog probably had to go out. Katie got up and walked as quickly as she could to the door, which wasn’t quick at all. The feeling in her ass was totally different and she was getting use to it with each step. She finally let him out and watched as he ran to the nearest tree and started to pee. For some reason she couldn’t take her eye off the stream that didn’t seem to end. For some reason watching him sent a twitch of her labia and she shook her head, “what is wrong with me, everything is turning me on here.”  Butch finally stopped and Katie looked up and saw the donkey and horse out in two paddocks, All of sudden panic hit the co-ed. “Oh shit” she thought to herself, “I forgot to feed the animals last night.” Katie didn’t realize it was only about 6 am, and the animals were not going to die from missing food for a few hours, especially since there was hay for them to eat. Katie figured they could wait another few minutes as she herself had to pee. Katie opened the bathroom door and walked in. The minty smell was intense as the closed door had captured the mist and as she entered the small room her nose filled with the aphrodisiac and went right to brain. Katie sat on the toilet and started to pee, as she did the dogs cum in her ass acted like an enema and before she was done she had emptied herself.  Katie got up and brushed her teeth and realized that she needed a shower, but felt bad for the animals so she figured she would shower in a few minutes when she got back from feeding them. She looked at herself and saw that nipples were still hard. She ran her hands across her breast and started rubbing her nipples. She let out a moan and looked at herself in mirror. “What is going on with you?” she said out loud, almost hoping the mirror would reply. She couldn’t believe that she was still horny. She looked down and saw the pocket breath spray, and although her body didn’t need any more stimulant, she picked it up and pumped a couple of sprays in her mouth. By the time she reached the front door of the house her pussy was dripping and she would have fingered herself again, had she not felt bad for the animals. Katie figured she would feed the mare first and then the others and that way maybe the mare would get done and she could switch them around. She feed the mare and then walked out and put feed in buckets for the two males outside, the horse and the donkey. She rubbed the donkey’s head and said “good morning” and started to think about a repeat of yesterday’s fucking, and smiled.  She walked back into the barn and indeed the mare was done with the feed. Katie got a lead and led the mare out and quickly switched the lead to the male horse, and walked him inside to the stall that the mare had been in. As she walked the male into the stall his nostrils flared up and he took in the small of the mare’s urine and nature took over. He knew the smell of the mare’s heat. Katie undid the lead and as she started to leave the stall she looked back and saw the horse had let down his dick and she watched as it grew inch by inch. Katie’s eyes were wide open as was her mouth in astonishment on how long the dick was becoming. Katie’s entire body was feeling the sensation of the inhaled drug as she watched the horse’s brown dick extended to at least two feet. She walked back towards him and started to rub her hands along his side and then one dropped to his underbelly. The horse put his back feet back about a foot and Katie wasn’t sure if he was going to pee or if he liked that she was rubbing him. But no pee came, so she continued till she was even with his dick. She bent down and gently put her hand around his dick and then started moving her hand up and down his silky long shaft. She started to gain confidence and before long Katie was on her knees and stroking the long cock from end to end.  Besides the size difference of the horse’s dick and that of the donkey, Katie couldn’t believe the size of the animals huge set of black balls, all she could think about is how much cum those big globes could produce. Her already wet pussy started to drip as continued to play with the 24” sex organ of the horse.  Katie couldn’t take it anymore. She stood up and faced the horse’s side and pulled the dick up between her legs. She closed her thighs around the dick and started to hump herself up against the horse. His hard dick was then rubbed against her clit and labia as her tits were rubbing against the short stiff hairs on his side. Katie was feeling great, but all she was doing was getting herself hornier. This motion was not working to get her off, and she was getting crazed to make herself cum. She backed away and dropped his dick and the beautiful dick hung long below him. She realized that although it was long it might fit inside her thickness wise. She turned her head to look around and saw the padded horse she had used the day before. She went over to it and read the label again and the word “adjustable” jumped out at her. She looked down on the side and there was a crank. There was a scratched line where it currently was and there was also another scratch. Katie tuned the crank and sure enough, the padded part went higher in the air. She cranked till the notch lined up with the higher scratch. Katie than looked at the floor and noticed a board on the floor that was about 2 feet behind the one the donkey’s hoofs had lined up with. “My gosh” Katie thought “this must be the setting for artificial insemination with the horse.” Little did Katie know that this set up was for the owner of the farm, her female professor. Katie was getting more sexually excited by the minute. The horse who still sensed a mare in heat was also excited and his dick was still rock hard. Katie took the lead and brought the horse over to the fake horse and the stud reacted just like the donkey had and jumped right up and put his hoofs over the padded surface. His dick was now perpendicular to the floor. He hoofs seemed to lock up against the board on the floor and again Katie felt the animal was far enough back from the fake horse not to be killed by a thrusting cock.  Katie’s brain was telling her this was not safe, but the rest of her couldn’t wait to cum, and those feelings won out. Katie positioned herself under the horse and took his dick in her hand. She put her hand right below her pussy to see how far the horse would go in her. The horse started to hump her hand and Katie felt she was positioned to take about 8-10 inches of the thick cock. She yelled back for him to stop and just like the donkey, it seamed he understood and stopped his humping.  Katie took the head of the horse’s cock and fed it inside her. It took a little doing and she pushed back a little to see if it fit. Her pussy was stretching to its limits and she couldn’t believe she could take him inside. She was talking calmly to him the whole time and the horse was patient and let her move back on him, as she held his dick tight with one hand.  Once he was in her a few inches Katie took her hand off his dick and braced herself with both hands. She started to rock back and forth on the hard pole like dick and felt she had 5 or 6 inches inside her and her body was already starting to shake with the great feeling inside. She rocked a little more and then the horse decided it had been long enough. The horse thrust inside her and went in at least 10 inches. Katie was filled with the horse’s cock and screamed out with the first thrust. The horse pulled back till he was almost out of her and thrust again, and again Katie was filled with 10 inches of horse cock.  Like the donkey, the horse did not hump fast like to dog but took long in and out motions. It didn’t take long and Katie started to cum. She lost control and started to yell out loud “fuck me – fuck me with that great cock.” To her amazement she started to back up to take more of his cock. The next thrust filled her even deeper and she actually felt him hit her cervix and she started to cum even harder. The horse didn’t take long (they must cum quickly as standing on their back legs cant take the weight too long) and it’s a good thing as the girl couldn’t take this huge hard pounding too long.  Katie heard the horse snort and on the next thrust Katie felt the rush of cum inside her, his next thrust produced more and it seemed to build back on him as his dick blew back outside of her. His next thrust was up her back and she felt the hot cum soak the back of her head, neck and her back. As quickly as she could Katie turned and fell to her knees in one motion just in time to take the next load into her face. She had opened her mouth as wide as she could and got at least a few ounces of cum on her tongue and in her mouth. She swished it around her mouth and swallowed. The horse pulled back off the padded horse and stood there, just like the donkey had the day before and just like the day before, Katie got on her knees to the side of the horse and licked his dick. Today she went one step further and took the head of the dick and sucked whatever cum was left in his shaft out and in to her mouth. She swallowed all she could get, like the first mouthful wasn’t enough.  The horse started back up and Katie felt it safer to get up and put him in the stall. As she shut the door she started to feel the cum run down her front and back. Like a crazed cum hound she used her hands to scoop the cum off of her body and into her mouth. It was like she couldn’t get enough. Finally she had gotten all she could and started to walk back to the house. The only thing was, her legs were like rubber. The pounding of her ass by the dog and now the fucking of the horse had exhausted the muscles from her hips down. Katie got about 10 ft from the barn and collapsed on the grass. Butch came running over to her, and seeing as she couldn’t move she just opened her legs and the dog started licking the cum off her body and then between her legs. Katie came another two times and finally got herself to get up and wobble back to the house. Katie took a bath that must have been an hour long. She kept adding hot water and smiled every so often when she would see a white strain of cum appear at the surface of the water, she knew it had come from her pussy. When Katie got out of the bath she went right to the bedroom closed the door and climbed into bed and fell asleep. A few hours later Katie was being shaken. She opened her eyes and saw her professor standing above her. “Are you felling OK” Sally asked her. Katie who wasn’t feeling as exhausted anymore looked up and said “Sorry, I was studying late last night and just took a nap.” It was a good lie Katie thought.  She looked up at her teacher who was wearing a tight halter top and pair of micro jean shorts. “Boy Miss Colleens you a lot different on the weekend.” Katie said. What Katie didn’t know is before her teacher shook her to awaken her she had sprayed about 5 sprays of the aphrodisiac right below Katie’s noise and hadn’t covered her own. Mary was already horny after watching the activities of her student from her apartment on the top floor of the barn, by using cameras and peepholes. Mary had gone through a full set of batteries on her vibrating eggs over the weekend cumming almost as many times as her student. But there was one more session she had to watch, and that was with herself. “Thank you for noticing. To be honest I dressed like this because I ran into an old love when visiting my friend and, well I was trying to seduce him.” The teacher lied as well. Katie sat up in bed ignoring the fact that she was naked. Her big breasts sat outside the covers and her nipples were again hard. Katie asked “So did it work?”  The teacher looked back and said “no, all I did was get myself horny in anticipation.” Then the teacher looked Katie’s boobs and said “I guess I’m not the horny one in the room.” Katie looked down at her own naked boobs and hard nipples. She slowly brought her hands up to cover them and said “I forgot I wasn’t wearing anything.” When Katie’s hands touched the skin of her breasts she felt that sexual desire again that she could not satisfy. “Actually I have been horny myself.” Katie admitted.  Sally opened the night table drawer next to the bed and took out a thick 10” dildo and said “you could have used this, didn’t you look around?” Seeing the large rubber dick sent waves through Katie, she didn’t know why her brain and body were reacting the way they were but she needed to have that dick inside her. “No ma’am I didn’t .”  “Well” her teacher stated “this is probably way too big for a girl like you anyway, maybe I can find another.” With that her teacher deliberately put the dildo on the bed between the girl’s legs with the head up where she felt her legs ended and her pussy began. As the teacher opened a drawer or two, Katie couldn’t resist and she grabbed the dildo and started rubbing it against her labia through the bed sheet.  The teacher turned around and said “sorry I don’t have one smaller.” But also looked at the girl and walked back. She then said “can I help you there?” Katie was embarrassed she didn’t realize she was rubbing herself. “I’m sorry I don’t know what is coming over me.” By this time another mist had been sprayed into the room and both women were getting hornier by the minute. “Don’t worry about it dear, seeing your boobs is getting me wet right now.” Mary said.  “Really? You’re getting turned on by me?” Katie asked. Her teacher looked at her and replied “See for yourself.” and quickly took off her top and bottoms and stepped up on the bed and put her shaved pussy in front of the girl’s face and placed her hands on the wall to balance herself. “Its wet isn’t it?” she asked. Katie looked at the beautiful bald pussy in front of her and saw droplets of fluid around her labia. Katie had never thought about a sex with another girl, but why would that stop her at this point, on this weekend. “If you can’t see it, feel it” the teacher goateed the student.  Even though Katie could she was wet, she wanted to touch the other woman. Sally saw Katie start to reach up and quickly said “not with your hand, use your tongue” Over the next couple of hours the women had girl/girl sex that included eating each other almost constantly, intermixed with fingering, using the large dildo on each other and ending with an outrageous fisting session, seeing as both women could take a horses cock, another woman’s arm was nothing. Sunday night came and Katie was brought back to her dorm. Her teacher gave her a pocket breath spray and said “here keep one of these, there is not much left, so use it before you go on a date or special times when you want really clean breath.” Katie went back into her dorm room, and was no longer this shy prudish co-ed. Even without the aphrodisiac Katie had realized how great it is to cum and she became one of the sluts on campus. On some dates she pulled out the breath freshener and a couple of times let the guy us it to- those nights usually wound up with anal sex as part of the menu. As for Mary Colleens, she continued to pick a girl each semester to bring to her farm and get them out of their sexual shell. In the interim, she had sex with her three favorite four legged creatures each time the mare was in heat.

Kaycee: Beginnings byBillandKate© Let me begin by telling you everything that follows doesn't change how I feel about my wife of six years, Kaycee. She's a strong, independent woman who isn't afraid to compromise on important matters with her partner. She is a loving wife, a great friend and an unrelenting cheerleader who picks me up when I need a boost or a boot. I met her one evening at Portland's Bridgeport Brewpub. We just seemed to connect on multiple levels. We're both graduates of Oregon State and had similar likes and dislikes. I fell in lust with Kaycee that first evening as I walked her home and she gave me a nice kiss at the door before she said goodnight. I fell hopelessly in love two months later as I watched her coach a soccer team of junior high girls. She was the perfect balance of encouragement, mentoring and competitive intensity; you could tell the girls loved her. It confirmed for me this was the woman I wanted as the mother of my children and would spend my life loving. Why did she fall in love with me? I don't know - lucky, I guess. I'm not a bad looking guy and I keep in shape. Kaycee seems to appreciate my sense of humor; she laughs when I tell one of my many corny jokes. We made love for the first time three months after we started dating and I know I rocked her boat. We pledged to be exclusive, and Kaycee never gave me a reason to doubt her fidelity. In almost every way, we're the perfect example of the perfect couple - lovers, best friends and now, she's the yin to my yang (or maybe she's the yang to my yin - you get my point). If I had to trace back when our relationship changed, from monogamous/fidelity to what we are today, I'd have to say it was three years ago, the day my flight home from L.A. was cancelled and I had to rebook on a late-night flight to Portland. It had been a long week in L.A., it was now Friday night and instead of spending the evening with Kaycee, I was in an airport bar drinking my second bourbon, watching the Dodgers on the TV above the bar. The announcement for my flight came over the PA system; I finished my drink and headed to the Gate. It wasn't until I was standing in line to board, handing the slip of paper to the boarding agent, that I looked at the boarding pass. What the hell? The customer service agent had given me a first-class seat on this flight. It goes to show, sometimes being nice really does pay off. When my earlier flight was canceled, I waited in line to get reassigned. The asshole in front of me spent five minutes giving the poor agent a rash of shit about the cancellation, as if it were the poor woman's fault the storm came through and screwed everything up that day. When I came up to the counter, I apologized to the agent, offered her an Almond Roca from my briefcase stash and gave her the kindest smile I could muster given my own disappointment with the situation. I didn't notice the seat assignment when she handed me the boarding pass; I was just so thankful I'd be home and kissing my wife that night. So, seven long hours after my original flight was supposed to take off, I was in the wrong line to board the 10:00 pm flight to Portland. "Sir, you're in first-class, you didn't need to wait in line." I smiled, not knowing what to say, other than, "Thank you, that's all right." before walking down the jetway toward the plane. I'd never flown first-class before - always walked past those seats as I boarded. It always looked rather nice, everyone with a drink in their hand, plenty of legroom with more than enough shoulder space. Now it was my turn. I sat down and before you could say, "jack-rabbit", the flight attendant asked if he could get me a drink. "A bourbon, thanks." "Jack Daniels OK?" "Sure, OK. Thanks." Yea - I know JD isn't 'officially' a bourbon - but who the fuck really cares? (Besides the Kentucky distillers, of course.) The seat next to me was empty until one minute before the door closed. Almost as if it were scripted, he came rushing onto the plane, a raincoat over one arm and a small suitcase in the other hand. He plopped down in the seat beside me and spoke to me as if we were good friends. "Thank goodness, I didn't think I'd make it. I actually had to get out of the limo a quarter-mile from the terminal to sprint here. I felt like OJ in one of those old commercials." The flight attendant approached us, "Mr. Davis, please fasten your seatbelt. We're about to take off." "Sorry. Hey - is it too late to get a drink, please? Just a double JD, neat?" I looked at the young flight attendant who had stars in his eyes and I almost laughed. Samuel Davis, star of stage, screen, TV, etc., could have asked for a five-course meal and the star-struck flight attendant would have figured out a way to get it. Thirty seconds later, the young man handed Samuel Davis his drink before strapping himself into the jump seat in front of us. The plane took off and as it leveled off, Mr. Davis turned to me. "Sam Davis, pleased to meet you." He even held out his hand. I almost burst out laughing. "Yes, I know. Who doesn't? I'm Anthony Costa. It's an honor to meet you. My wife and I are big fans." I could have gushed and groveled; but did my best to act cool. I could have blurted out that Kaycee and I watched his latest movie last weekend and spent the evening fucking like crazy after it ended - it was the sexiest movie we ever watched together. Instead, I just took his hand and tried to be chill. "Costa - that Italian?" "Yea, my grandparents came from Sicily." "No shit, mine too. Davis is 'Anglo-cized', my father's name was DiSalvo." For the next hour, Sam (he insisted on me calling him, 'Sam', not Mr. Davis) and I shot the shit about a number of topics. Maybe it was the second JD, who knows? But for whatever reason, I had the courage to ask him this: "Sam, I have to ask. Kaycee and I watched, 'The Caller' last weekend and we couldn't get past the fact that the love scene between you and Lauren Towers looked so real. We know she's married, but we couldn't understand it. How do you actors do those love scenes? I mean, don't the wives and husbands get jealous? I mean, really - how could Towers' husband watch that and not be pissed or jealous?" Sam looked at me before lowering his voice to answer. "Maybe he likes it." "I'm sorry - what?" "He likes it. Look, it's been a long a day and maybe I've had too many of these." Sam held up his drink. "Or maybe I just think you're an OK guy - don't tell anyone, but - Lauren and I were fucking in that scene, really fucking. And do you want to know the craziest part of it? Her husband was on the set and got off on it." I was stunned. "No?" Sam smiled. "Some guys get off on it - watching their old ladies get fucked. It's a crazy ole world, Tony." Sam kept his voice down, almost a whisper as he continued. "Me? I can't imagine watching my wife, if I had one, getting pegged by another dude and enjoying it; but, I can't tell you how many people have approached me and offered their wives to me, on the condition the husband gets to watch. Fucked, huh?" I don't think I said a word in reply to Sam's statement. I am embarrassed to say though, the entire conversation was surreal and very exciting. "Tony, have you ever seen the Penthouse Letters magazines or books?" "I've seen them in the airport bookstore, but never read any." "Well, most of the letters are how some guy gets off watching his wife get it on. There are all kinds of variations to the central theme; but it all comes down to the voyeuristic and exhibitionist pleasures of the mind and flesh. Sure, the letters are all made up; but the entire industry is built around the fact that men and women are buying, reading, and getting off on the kink. Hell, you can't believe how fucking wet Lauren was when we were doing that scene. She's an exhibitionist - she was creaming just thinking about fucking in front of the camera crew and her husband." Our plane was landing. We said our 'good-byes'. Turns out his folks retired and moved to Hood River; Sam was in town to decompress from the Hollywood rat race and visit his mother and father. Hell of a guy. The airport bookstore was closed by the time we landed. I got home after midnight, but my beautiful wife woke up when I got into bed, gave me a scorching kiss, spent all of fifteen seconds getting me hard with her hand, then rolled on top of me and planted herself on my pole. Kaycee rode me while I played with her breasts, tweaking her nipples. One week's worth of backed-up jism flooded her vagina as I let go. I felt Kaycee's shudder, the sign of her own release, just before she collapsed on my chest. "Damn, I needed that." We said it in unison, then laughed. Kaycee rolled off me but stayed snuggled against me with her arm across my belly and just before we both fell asleep, she said, "Welcome home, husband - I missed you so much." The next morning, I told Kaycee about meeting Samuel Davis on the flight. I didn't tell her that Sam and Lauren Towers actually fucked in the movie, I understood that it was told in confidence and treated it that way. Kaycee was all a-gaga with the fact we sat together. I had to tell her something about our conversation, so I related how he told me some stars got off on being naked in front of the cameras and how some spouses got off on watching their wives do those scenes; I didn't mention the actual sex or name names. Still, Kaycee seemed to enjoy hearing the Hollywood insider gossip. There's an adult bookstore about two miles from our house and Saturday afternoon I was inside browsing through the magazine and book racks. I bought a Penthouse Letters magazine and one of their paperbacks. I even looked through a few DVD titles; surprised at the entire row of 'amateur' selections; but passed on renting any. Kaycee and I had a great weekend 'reconnecting'. I travel at least one week every other month for my job as a forensic accountant, usually to Southern California and sometimes Florida or Texas. Kaycee can usually accompany me during the summer when she's off (she teaches high school Math) and sometimes meets me for long weekends if I'm somewhere warm during the school year. Monday morning, Kaycee left for school and I stayed home to write my report for work. I had most of the week, the deadline to complete my report wasn't until Thursday and I just wasn't in the mood. I went to my nightstand and opened the 'Letters' magazine. Sam was right, this stuff was "fucked"; but I found myself getting turned on just the same. Some of the stories made me hard, some were a little too much for me. I finished the magazine and started the paperback. The wife-watching stories fell into a few different genres. There are the straight-forward 'wife gets picked up by some dude and gets nailed in front of hubby', there are the 'big cock nails my wife', usually the 'big-black-cock' nails my wife. There are the 'gang-banged wife' stories. I had to skip over the stories whenever the husband ended up eating a cream-pie left by the other dude or the whole panty-wearing/caged cock wimp shit. My cock wilted immediately at the mere thought of either of these situations, even if it's another guy being the cuckold. To each their own, I suppose. There were a few stories written from the wife's perspective and these got me thinking. One story had the wife entering an amateur strip night while the couple was out of town. The wife in the story didn't have sex with any of the men in the audience, but she was totally turned on by being naked in front of so many men that she screwed her husband to exhaustion when they got back to their hotel room. Another wife's story related the couple's love-making on their Las Vegas hotel room deck while being spied on by guests in the rooms across the courtyard. These stories had me thinking about Kaycee from an entirely different perspective. Let me explain. From the time Kaycee and I began dating, she seemed to go along with my suggestions; things she knew would make me happy: going to baseball games, watching movies I suggested, going to rock concerts. One day, after reading an article in the local free press, I asked Kaycee if she would consider going to the nude beach on Sauvie Island - Kaycee's reply: "OK". Collins Beach is an 'official/legal' nude beach ten miles outside Portland. At the beach, Kaycee didn't hesitate before slipping out of her bikini and I quickly followed by taking off my shirt and shorts. I found myself thoroughly enjoying the feeling of the sun on every inch of my body and especially swimming without a swimsuit. Yes, I enjoyed seeing so many naked women; but most of all, I enjoyed watching Kaycee's nude body basking in the sun and skinny-dipping in the river. I could tell I wasn't the only one enjoying the sight of a naked Kaycee. Every time Kaycee got up from the blanket to walk to the water at least ten pairs of eyes followed her movements. Was it from walking on the hot sand that made her hips move just a bit more than normal? The fact that so many men paid attention was a source of pride. Kaycee stands five-six in her bare feet, weighs less than one-twenty, slim but athletically built from coaching soccer, running and lifting, a great set of B-cup breasts topped off by a perfect set of nipples. And all that was before you saw the cute face with the friendly smile and long blonde hair. Yes, I'm one lucky son of a bitch. We started going to Collins Beach at least every other weekend that summer. I thought it was just another case of Kaycee doing whatever I suggested. It was the same the two times we made love in the woods while hiking. Neither time did we expect anyone to see us, but the possibility existed. Both times I pulled Kaycee off the trail, stripped her naked and fucked her. Both times she came all over my cock before I came myself. Now, reading the 'Letters' supposedly by women, relating how they felt when exposed or fucked in public - they did it to get their rocks off, not to please their husbands - I couldn't help but think of how Kaycee reacted to our own public nudity and sex. This 'revelation' opened my eyes. Why did I think of these situations from my own perspective? As if Kaycee was doing it only for my pleasure? Why hadn't I considered Kaycee was turned on by being completely exposed to whomever could see her on the beach? Or when we made love in the woods and there was a chance of being caught? I realized my ignorance wasn't entirely my fault. Kaycee never suggested we do it, she just always went along with whatever I asked. It now occurred to me that although many women at Collins Beach removed their clothes while sitting down on their beach towels, Kaycee always stood up while removing each piece of what little she wore, almost performing a slow strip tease for the audience. Was I married to an exhibitionist? The best part? Now that I understood how our trips to nude beaches might be as big a turn-on for Kaycee as they were for me, it made the experience even more erotic. Two weeks after 'The Revelation' as I began to think of it, I booked a weekend at a nude resort in Palm Springs. It was early November, much too cold to be hanging out on a beach in Portland, not unless you're wearing an Eddie Bauer rain parka. After some research, I booked a room at 'Raffles', a small resort near the old section of Palm Springs. It was our first time in a 'close quarters' atmosphere, eleven rooms surrounding a swimming pool, and everything I read about the resort was positive. It was a great weekend. We arrived on Friday night and enjoyed a soak in the hot tub. Saturday morning we woke to sunshine, a nice breakfast of yogurt and fruit served at our lounges by our hosts, Peter and Barry, then spent the morning swimming and sunning. The other guests were nice couples; no one gave off any creepy vibe. We thought two of the couples may have been swingers; but they kept to themselves and there was never any outward sign of sexual activity by any of the guests other than kissing and innocent touching. One thing we've found about our fellow nudists, they love to share information on other places they've been vacationing. While we shared a soak with two other couples, we learned there were great beaches in Miami (Haulover) and St. Martin (Orient). By the time we left Palm Springs, I was already planning our next trip; this time to Miami when Kaycee was scheduled to have a week off for Winter break. Kaycee and I took advantage of some decent restaurants in Palm Springs, jogged through the streets where Elvis, Frank, and Liberace had homes in the 50's and 60's. Sunday we drove to Joshua Tree National Park to hike in the desert. All in all, it was a great weekend. Haulover Beach in Miami was a revelation. During the weekends there are literally thousands of naked people on the beach. As we sat on our beach towels, we heard at least five different languages spoken by the people around us. The water was much warmer than the Columbia River; Kaycee and I spent hours floating in the surf. We spent a day on South Miami Beach. Here the men and women were required to wear bottoms, but the women could be topless. I was stunned by the number of 'Victoria Secret model-beautiful' topless women on that beach. More than once, Kaycee gave me a quick elbow to the ribs whenever I stared too long. "You better be happy with what you got, buddy. Here I am with my tits hanging out for you, I'm wearing a string bikini with my ass hanging out - and you're looking at some other woman! Guess I might as well go back to the room and put on my one piece." "Babe, you have no reason to be jealous. Number one - none of these women are any better looking than you (I know you're thinking I was ass-kissing, but I honestly think it's true). Number two - you rock in that one-piece, it fits you so tight, it looks like you're naked. Number three - I love you so much, I'd never fuck that up." "So why are you staring at those women?" "'Cuz they're nearly naked and you don't see naked models every day. Therefore, I'm taking advantage of the situation." Kaycee laughed, so I knew I wasn't in trouble. "OK Tony, just remember who you're going home with." Kaycee's easy response lightened the mood; but I did notice she was especially demonstrative the next day when we went back to the nude beach; doing little things to bring attention to herself. She even shaved her pussy bare. Until that day, she always left some hair above her clit; but now it was all gone. Kaycee continued to tease me during the day. She shocked me when she pointed out a man that was walking along the water's edge. "Well Tony; given what you said yesterday - that there wasn't anything wrong with you ogling those models on the beach, I guess it's all right if I check out the men today. Did you see the cock on that guy? I didn't know they came that large and it's still soft." "Shit Kaycee. I don't remember pointing out any big-breasted women yesterday." "You didn't have to say anything. I saw the way you stared and I'm only a B-cup." "Well, you're wrong there. I never had a thing for huge breasts. Yours are just perfect. Besides, he's probably a shower, not grower." I waited for Kaycee to say my cock was just perfect, but she was obviously in a teasing mood. A few minutes later she stood up, the guy with the big dick was coming back our way, and Kaycee made her way toward the water at the same time he passed in front of us. They exchanged a few words, it was too far away for me to hear, before Kaycee jumped into the surf and the guy continued on his way. My reaction to this scenario threw me for a loop; my cock was starting to pop a woody; I had to turn onto my stomach so as not to embarrass myself. When Kaycee returned to our towels, I couldn't help myself. "What did you two talk about?" I was still on my front, Kaycee picked up the sunscreen and began rubbing it on my backside, working her way up my legs. When she reached my ass, she finally answered. "I asked him if that thing fit inside a normal woman." "The fuck you did!" "No, really. He asked if I'd like to try it." "I don't believe it." My cock, which had softened just before her return, was now getting hard again. Kaycee was finishing up my shoulders with the sunscreen. "I told him I couldn't; that I was here with my husband and you wouldn't want me to try anything that big. I was right - right?" I didn't know what to say. My mind was spinning. Could she still be teasing me? "Turn over, Tony. I'll get your front." "That's all right, I'm good." "No you're not. You don't want to burn. Turn over." "I can't." Kaycee gave me a wide smile. Yes, she knew exactly what she was doing. She leaned in close to my ear and whispered so none of the people around us could hear. "It turned you on, didn't it? I found your Penthouse. All those letters about men watching their wives get fucked. Did you read those letters and think of me? Is that why you're hard? Because you saw me talking to Mr. Big-dick and wondered what I'd look like on my back with him between my legs. With the head of that huge cock at the entrance of my pussy, just before it disappears inside me. Did you imagine me cumming all over his cock, then he turns me on my hands and knees to take me from behind until he cums buckets deep in my womb." I swear her words almost made me cum right there on the towel. "Stop right there Kaycee, please. I can't take it anymore." I looked over at Kaycee without getting up. Her nipples were extended as far as I've ever seen them. I looked at her pussy and it was wet. "As soon as I can roll over without making an ass of myself, I'm taking you back to the hotel." I was so wound up that we never made it out of the room for dinner that night. From the time we went back to our hotel at four until we finally fell asleep after midnight, I was in her mouth, pussy and even once in her back door. Rarely giving her a break - whenever I needed time to recover, I used my mouth and fingers to get her off. Around seven, I started to tire and slow down; but Kaycee got my motor running and my cock sprang back to life when she asked me once again if I wanted her to fuck the guy with the large cock. Would I want to watch or just hear about it when she came back to the room? Around nine or so she begged for mercy, I filled the tub with hot water and let her soak for a half hour; but as soon as she was out of the tub, she was back down on the bed with my tongue teasing her smooth lips and clit until she rewarded me with another taste of her cum. I moved up to my knees between her legs, kissed her, and fucked her again. I came four times that night, a record for me. Kaycee? I couldn't count how many orgasms she had that night. When we returned home from this sex-filled week, I went back to that adult bookstore where I originally bought the first Penthouse Letters. This time, as I was looking in the magazine rack, I noticed a magazine for Northwest Swingers. It was wrapped in plastic, so I couldn't tell what was inside. For six dollars, it was worth buying to satisfy my curiosity. Then, on the way to the counter, I passed a display of dildoes. Looking over them, I made a rash decision and purchased the Peter North model. Damn - it was big! I waited until Kaycee went to her hair salon the following weekend before reading the Swingers' magazine. What I read that afternoon set my mind reeling. The letters in Penthouse were most likely written by staff writers; whereas, most of the photos and ads in 'Northwest Swingers' were real (I'm assuming some, but not all, of what was published was phony). There were 'men seeking couples', 'couples seeking men', 'couples seeking women', 'couples seeking couples' - to name just a few variations. Most of the "men seeking..." included a photo of the guy's dick; some with the dick next to an object to confirm the dick's size - sometimes a tape measure, sometimes a shaving cream can (yea - really - WTF?). These people all lived within a couple hours of our home. I was overwhelmed and threw the magazine out; but kept the Peter North replica dildo. That night I surprised Kaycee when I pulled 'Peter' out after spending enough time licking her pussy so she'd be nice and wet for the 'big treat'. "What the hell is that?" I couldn't tell if she was excited or pissed. "It's Peter. Thought we might try something different tonight." "Oh yea? Where do you plan to put that thing? Don't tell me you want me to put that in your butt, Tony." "Fuck No!" that's when I realized Kaycee was teasing me. Damn, I loved this woman; she was doing her best not to bust out laughing. "I want you to sit on this while you blow me." "I can do that." She grabbed 'Peter' - damn if she didn't stuff it right up her pussy after wetting 'him' by stroking it across her pussy lips a few times. She kneeled on the bed as I sat on the bolster and she swallowed my cock right down to the pubes. Kaycee had one hand pushing and pulling 'Peter' in and out, the fingers of her other hand twiddling her clit, her mouth alternating between swallowing my cock and massaging its head with her lips and tongue. I was excited beyond my wildest fantasies, but Kaycee came before I did. After I came, I collapsed on the bed with Kaycee wrapped around me, 'Peter' still stuffed up her pussy. I pulled it out; it was coated with her cum. "I think you enjoyed my surprise tonight." I was fishing for compliments. "Oh yea. That was fun. Not as good as the real thing, but fun. Whatever possessed you to buy that thing?" I ignored her question. "What do you mean, 'not as good as the real thing'?" "Well, that piece of plastic can't orgasm. I love the feeling when your cock cums inside me; I can feel your cock pulsing and imagine it bathing my insides with your cum. Now your turn; why did you buy it?" "Saw it in the bookstore - thought it might be 'fun'." Kaycee smiled and her eyes shined. "And it just happened to be a 'great big dick'?" "I figured it would be better than a small one." "You've been reading your dirty letters again. Every guy thinks every woman craves a donkey dick." I didn't know what to say in reply to Kaycee's statement. "Tony, one thing you should know, your cock is perfect. Our lovemaking is as good as it gets. No man will ever satisfy me like you. You've spoiled me forever." I couldn't have been happier after hearing Kaycee's declaration of love. "Do you want me to throw out 'Peter'?" "No, keep him around. But don't bring him out all the time. Make it a 'once-a-month' special event." We made love again, this time in the missionary position. Me kissing Kaycee's sweet lips, our tongues playing, my hips meeting hers as she arched up in synch until we came together. Some people get the wrong idea when they hear Kaycee teasing me; they may think it's disrespectful, but nothing could be further from the truth. Growing up - all my friends, male and female - would give each other shit. It wasn't bullying, it was how we acted and there was never any doubt as to the strength of our friendships. When Kaycee and I first started dating, she was amazed by the teasing and bantering that went on between my friends and me. As she began to understand the nature of the teasing and as our friendship grew, Kaycee began taking on the same role as my best friends. I didn't count on how good she would be at teasing me, she's a smart lady and given she's now not only my best friend, but also my lover, the teasing can be especially effective at raising the stakes. Let me add this - I love it. She gets my heart pumping and when she's teasing me about our love life - my cock gets hard as nails. So, I have no one to blame but myself for how Kaycee could use 'Peter' to get my imagination running, my heart pounding and my cock leaking pre-cum. We returned to Palm Springs and Raffles in June, the first week after Kaycee's school year ended. It was hotter than hell, we spent most of our time in the pool or the shade. We decided to visit Joshua Tree again, leaving in the early morning so we could get our hike in before the afternoon heat became intolerable. This time we entered through the south entrance and hiked the trail to Lost Palms Oasis. It was a beautiful day for two people who recently survived the long rainy, cloudy Portland winter and spring. Not a cloud in the sky and - probably because of the heat, not a person in sight. We hiked to the oasis, opened our picnic lunch and two bottles of beer (we're not serious hikers) under the palm trees, taking our clothes off to lie back and enjoy the sun. After two more beers I could tell Kaycee was feeling the alcohol, probably due to dehydration. The hot, dry air can do that to you. I decided to take advantage of the situation; it was a public place, but there was no one on the horizon. I lowered her down on the blanket and started to kiss Kaycee's lips, neck, breasts, ran my tongue right down to her clit. I was hard and she was wet, so I climbed up and slipped my cock into her. We made love like this for a while before lifting her onto my lap. She squeezed my cock with her pussy as I played with her breasts, alternating between caressing her nipples with my fingers and kissing them with my tongue and teeth. A glimmer of reflective light caught my attention. Out of the corner of my eye I saw we weren't alone. Someone was back in the palms and it appeared the voyeur was taking pictures of us making love. Kaycee sensed my reaction and asked what was wrong. I thought about ignoring the photographer; I could have lied; but told Kaycee the truth. "I think someone is in the trees taking our picture." Now it was Kaycee's turn to react. My cock slipped out when she turned around to where I was staring. "Do we need to worry?" She obviously knew we were in the middle of nowhere with no way to defend ourselves if this was some kind of threat. Our cameraman must have overheard Kaycee's concern, he immediately came out from behind the trees, but instead of holding a weapon, he only had a camera in his hand - that plus he was nude and sporting an erection. "Don't stop on my account, you two were beautiful," he said. "My name's Zack, I've been taking pictures of you two for the past ten minutes and I'll sell you the memory card; but go ahead and finish. As you can see, I enjoy watching." Zack was an ordinary, non-threatening looking guy with an extraordinary tattoo. His stomach and chest were covered with a large Bald Eagle, its wings spread wide and an American flag in its beak. The eagle's feet reached down toward his pubic area as if Zack's cock would be held like a snake in the eagle's talons. Now here's the part that I still can't believe, maybe it was the beer, or the heat, but whatever it was, Kaycee responded by grabbing my head and shoving it between her legs. "Make me cum, Tony." I ate Kaycee's pussy like a madman while the guy with the hard-on and camera moved around taking pictures of us. After five minutes Kaycee moved around to suck my cock with her ass up in the air, she took her mouth off my cock long enough to turn to the cameraman, "Are you getting all this, Zack?" So here I am, laid out on my back, getting my cock sucked while the love of my life has her ass stuck in the air. I'm watching this stranger with a hard-on move around my wife taking pictures. I sat up on my elbows to get better view; Zack's cock wasn't huge, but it was thick and within an arms' length of Kaycee as she continued to suck me off. My cock exploded in Kaycee's mouth, but she kept sucking me dry. After I finished, Kaycee let my cock fall out of her mouth and turned toward Zack. Looking at me the entire time, Kaycee reached out and grabbed Zack's cock with her right hand. Never looking away from my eyes, she began to jerk him off. Zack quit taking pictures, his hands dropped to his sides. "What do you think, Tony? How should I reward Zack for documenting our lovemaking?" Kaycee asked me while continuing to stroke Zack's cock. "Is this like one of your Penthouse letters? Do you want me to suck Zack's cock and let him cum down my throat?" I didn't answer verbally, I could only shake my head 'no'. "Then maybe you want to watch Zack fuck me? I could lie down on our blanket and he could fuck me right here. Or maybe get on my hands and knees and let him take me doggy style. Is that what you want?" I looked at Kaycee and then up into Zack's eyes; I could read the silent pleading in those eyes, "yes, please Tony - let your wife fuck me". I had to decide and make it quick. I could tell Zack was ready to fulfill my fantasy, a fantasy I never shared with anyone - a fantasy of watching my beautiful wife take another man's cock deep inside her and watch her get fucked. I couldn't tell whether Kaycee was still teasing me or not; would she go through with it if I said 'yes'? Would she fuck this stranger while I watched? Against all my perverted wishes, I made up my mind. "No, keep on jacking him off. Make him cum with your hand." Kaycee smiled at me and kept jerking his cock back and forth. At one point she spit in her hand before returning to his cock. I grabbed the camera out of Zack's hand and took a few photos of Kaycee with her hand around Zack's cock. It wasn't more than two minutes later that Zack's cock began to gush milky semen across Kaycee's arm. When Zack's finished, I was hard as a rock. Kaycee saw it and smiled, "Not quite sloppy seconds, but I'm very wet - fuck me Tony." This was all I needed to hear, I rolled Kaycee onto her back, rubbed the tip of my cock around the outside the lips of her vagina, then pushed inside. My cock slipped in without any resistance. Kaycee gave me a look as I fucked her harder; she didn't have to say a word, her eyes said everything. If I hadn't just come in her mouth, I wouldn't have lasted more than 15 seconds. As it was, I was able to continue driving in and out of her cunt until I felt the contractions signaling her orgasm. We both came together. The next few moments were awkward, but our new "friend" broke the ice by opening his camera and handing me the memory card. "Here" he said, "I won't need this to remember the moment. I never thought this could happen in my lifetime. I offered to sell you the card, but all things considered, you can have it." He got dressed and left us behind at the oasis. During our hike out of the desert and the drive home I had moments of passion, jealousy, love and lust toward my wife. I needed to calm down before talking to Kaycee about what just happened. I needed to analyze my own motives - I'd been close to letting some stranger fuck my wife. Plus, I needed to understand Kaycee; was she prepared to let a stranger fuck her if I agreed? I couldn't be angry with Kaycee. Not after spending the last year secretly fantasizing about watching my wife fuck a stranger, even if I did back out at the last minute. There was, of course, concerns - how would today's events change our marriage? Kaycee held my hand in the car and when we got to the resort, she gave me a big kiss. We walked hand in hand to our room, stripped and jumped into the shower together. I covered her body with kisses as we washed each other off. Kaycee broke the silence. "Tony, I've never cheated on you, never. Ever since the day we committed to be exclusive, I've been faithful to you - physically and emotionally. But let's face facts - you're a voyeur and I'm an exhibitionist. "And although I've been faithful, you don't know who I was before we met. You never asked, so I never had to lie. Maybe it's time we were totally, and I mean totally, honest with each other. Secrets can only hurt us and I want to have your babies and grow old with you. Tonight, make love to me; when we get back to Portland, I want you to tell me your secrets and I'll tell you mine." And that's what we did.

Katie and Paul byWolfyLikes© Katie and Paul Pt. 10 - Photoshoot We'd been back from holiday for almost two weeks, and the weather back home was almost as glorious, if not as warm, like Greece. It had given me plenty of chances to sunbathe on our balcony after work, to keep my bronze tan topped up. Paul wasn't complaining, it was almost more of a shock for him to come home to find me actually having any clothes on. I hadn't had the chance to sunbathe tonight, we were going out to a restaurant with some of Paul's work colleagues. Although it was now midway through September the weather was warm enough of an evening to still wear my summer dresses. There'd be a slight chill but that would be hardly noticeable as we got in and out of taxis. I'd selected my dress to wear, a royal blue number, but couldn't decide whether to go with white or black underwear underneath. I spent as much time trying on each with the dress as I had done in the shower, constantly changing my mind. I opted to go with white, and also decided to tease Paul by wearing white stockings ready for when we got home. Paul had arrived home, showered and changed not long after I'd finished. He looked me up and down and mock wolf-whistled me. He was just checking he had everything when he heard his laptop ping. "Oh, I've had an email that hasn't come through to my phone," he exclaimed. He read the email, looked up at me, then re-read it again. He looked confused, then started laughing. "What's funny, who's the email from?" I asked. "Geoff," he answered. Geoff was a name I'd virtually forgotten about. He was our old near neighbour who I'd found out a few months ago could see me in our bedroom. I'd always walked around our bedroom naked after showering or after waking up, and now it had left my mind that Geoff had a very good view of me while I did so. I hadn't stopped doing so and didn't even bother to see if Geoff was watching anymore. "What does he want, I'd almost forgotten about him," I asked. "Well, first off he says the white undies were a good choice, they contrast very nicely against your suntan. Secondly, he says he'd really like to see the black undies up close," Paul told me. I didn't understand what he meant, but Paul was already sending a reply to ask him to elaborate. The laptop pinged again. "He says his eyesight isn't as good as it was now he's old, and he's having to use binoculars to focus on you properly. He'd get a much better view of you in his living room instead." "Cheeky bugger," I replied, "He should be grateful he still gets a free view now and again!" Paul looked at me and asked if we should send him the link to the website for the Pizzagirl pictures. "At least he can look at them on his computer, that's close enough to you being in his living room right?" I half-nodded, and Paul sent the link before I could change my mind. Geoff had seen enough of me in real life anyway. The next reply came through. "Great pics, Katie's come splattered arse looks amazing. And who knew she was into old men too, or is it just old men on a train?" I'd forgotten Paul had uploaded those. We'd all got our faces covered by black squares, but there was no denying how old the man had been. Paul looked pensive, so I asked him what was the matter. "He says they'll pay you £100 each for one evening, photos and videos. They've done it before and will sign agreements that nothing will be posted online, it's purely for self-gratification." I looked at him shocked, and asked what Geoff meant by 'they'. We got the answer soon enough. "He's been taking pictures and videoing you to practice and has joined a photography club to get him out of the house. There are four others about the same age as him all willing to chip in. It means you'll earn £500 for about three hours of work. You know we don't need the money, but you've shown off to a lot of people for free previously. Think of it as doing another balcony show but being paid for it instead." I thought for a while, then told him to tell Geoff we'd think about it and get back to him as soon as we'd decided. Paul replied to Geoff, then we left for the restaurant. My mind was elsewhere while we were out. There were six of us on our table, with Paul and myself sitting on one side together. Paul leaned over after a while and asked if I was okay, and I told him I couldn't get Geoff's proposal out of my head. I felt Paul's hand slowly start to raise my skirt, over my knees at first, then to my stocking tops, then just enough that he could flick a hand across the front of my panties. I had to suppress a groan. Paul leaned over to me and whispered "Thinking of Geoff's idea is getting you hot and bothered down there isn't it?" I looked at him as he moved away, a big smirk across his face. I knew he was up for the idea, and he was right, I could feel my pussy tingling even before Paul had touched me. I felt a little ashamed that I'd been thinking about Geoff's cock. I excused myself and said I needed the toilet. Once I got myself into a cubicle I hitched up my skirt and checked my panties, as I thought they were very damp. I decided to take them off and stuffed them into my handbag. I instinctively felt my fingers stray to my clit, and I shuddered. I needed to release this pent up frustration, but also knew I'd be missed if I stayed in there too long. Reluctantly I stood up and smoothed my dress down, and returned to my seat. I hadn't long sat down when Paul started to pull my skirt up again. He got it to my stocking tops again, and his hand went to snake up my leg, only this time I knocked Paul's hand away. He grinned in realisation at what I'd done. Sitting opposite us was a female colleague of Pauls, named Cathy. She was very prim and proper, Paul had come back home with stories of her turning her nose up at any form of vulgarity in the office. Her husband Rob was sitting next to her, looking like he wanted to be anywhere else but here. They were both about mid-40s in age. Suddenly Paul dropped his knife off the table, and in trying to stop it from hitting the floor succeeded only in knocking it further under the table towards Rob. He asked Rob if he could reach down for it, as it was too far for him to pick up. Rob bent down under the table, retrieved the knife, then banged his head under the table. It suddenly dawned on me that because he was sitting opposite me, he would have been able to see right up my skirt and see I had no panties on. He re-appeared looking very red-faced, and quickly shot a glance at me, and then Paul. I smiled and asked if he'd seen anything else down there. His face went a further shade of red. The evening finished and we made our way home, not after Rob had kissed me goodnight on the cheek for what seemed like an eternity, and thanked me for making the dinner worthwhile. Myself and Paul had both had a fair amount to drink, and had to work the next day, although my shift didn't start until 10 am Paul had to be in the office at 6 am, so we undressed and clambered into bed. I awoke the next morning to find Paul's side of the bed empty. It was almost 7.30 am. It was a bit early for me to start getting ready for work yet, and getting out of bed noticed I'd taken off my undies but not my stockings. I ran my hand down my nylon-clad thigh, and it made me tingle inside. I really like the feel of nylon on my body, and coupled with last night's flashing, Geoff's idea, and the fact Paul and I hadn't had sex, I knew my next move. My hand wandered to my clit and I started to rub myself, slowly easing my middle finger up my already soaking slit and across my clit. My back arched as I did so, my stomach turning knots. I stopped momentarily to reach into my toys drawer and heard the laptop ping. It was an email notification. I remembered Geoff still hadn't had an answer. I stopped what I was doing and opened up the laptop. The screen showed there were 5 unread messages. Geoff was either very impatient or explaining everything in great detail. It was a little of both. It explained how there'd be video cameras up at various angles around the room which would be shooting while they took pictures. Geoff would edit these later and we could have a copy if we wanted. However he explained further that if I went there one evening, with all the lights on and the curtains across Geoff's french windows to the garden not closed, Paul would not only be able to get a good view, but he wanted him to video it from our balcony too. He didn't want Paul to go with me. Hmm, that bit scared me a little, but he'd also added that all five of them were in their sixties and they'd done this before, so Paul was welcome to visit him beforehand and go over the finer details. The last email had nothing on it, just an attachment. I opened it, to find a video link. I clicked play. It was Geoff in his favourite chair, stroking his big fat cock. It looked bigger on video than my previous views of it. He'd pointed a camcorder at himself, said to the camera that it was a great show tonight, then turned the camera to show me, on all fours on our bed, pounding my pussy furiously with a dildo just as I came loudly and collapsed in a heap. You couldn't see my face but I knew it was me. The camera panned back around just as Geoff came all over his floor. Seeing Geoff's cock set me off again. I hated myself for it, despite what Geoff looked like that cock of his was impressive. I played the video again, and my stomach and pussy tingled with excitement. Maybe me posing for them would mean Geoff wanking over me, and the thought of seeing his cock up close and personal almost made me come without touching myself. I quickly got off the bed, flung open the curtains to our balcony, and opened both of the windows. I stepped out, put one leg up on the sunlounger, and proceeded to finger my pussy with one hand while rubbing my clit with the other, all while staring down towards Geoff's house. I had no idea if he was watching as I closed my eyes, and came after only 30 seconds. My juices flowed down my stockinged legs, and I quickly had to slide to the floor as my legs turned to jelly. God, I needed that! The evening arrived and Paul and I were sitting on our sofa having just eaten. I reminded him that we needed to give Geoff an answer, and there were more emails he needed to read through. Paul hurried upstairs to get the laptop and returned to his seat. "Did you read all of these properly?" he asked. "Not really, I quickly scanned them. Except for the last one," I replied. He smirked at me as he'd already seen what the last email was. "He wants me to tell him your measurements, they're going to buy outfits for you to wear, and you can keep them afterwards. He also wants you to grow a landing strip," Paul told me, reading from the emails. "A landing strip?" "Yeah. He knows you're always shaved, but they want you to keep a small rectangle of pubic hair above your clit, trimmed of course. You can shave the rest as normal though. Apparently, it helps to distinguish when you're wearing panties, or so he says. It's not explained very well." It seemed a strange request, but wouldn't be too much hassle, it wouldn't take much to shave it off again afterwards I thought to myself. "So, shall I tell him your up for it then? He wants me to reply, and go around later to talk things through with him if so." I hummed a little, making it look like I was still thinking about it. In reality, I was very much looking forward to it. "Tell him yes," I told Paul. Later that evening Paul returned from Geoff's and told me the plan. He'd agreed for it to be on Wednesday evening the next week, as he knew I wouldn't have to be at work until 2 pm on Thursday. Geoff had given him a written agreement that they'd all signed and showed him an album of three women they'd had the same arrangement with. Geoff had been very meticulous in making sure all faces had been covered over, including himself and his friends, on both the photos and videos. Paul also told me that there were some very risque photographs, including some masturbation ones. I told him I'd been expecting so, I didn't think the £500 was just for walking around in underwear all evening. Paul was happy enough with the arrangement, I told Paul my slight apprehension about him not being there, but he assured me it would be fine as he'd be watching anyway. Wednesday was six days away yet, I wished it was sooner. The days seemed to pass so slowly. Wednesday finally arrived and I got home from work, showered and shaved. I made a point of leaving some pubic hair as instructed, then tried to decide what to wear. I pulled three pairs of stockings from my drawer, and a selection of matching underwear to go with them when Paul walked into the bedroom. "Oh, I assumed you'd wear jeans and a T-shirt or similar as they're supplying the outfits?" he said. I'd forgotten about that. I quickly pulled some from the wardrobe and decided against wearing any of my own underwear as I'd only be taking them off soon. We'd arranged for me to be dropped off at around 7.30 pm. As we pulled up outside Geoff's house Paul asked if I was still okay with this, making sure before leaving me. I leaned over, kissed him hungrily, and told him to enjoy the show. "If you enjoy yourself, then I do not doubt that myself and the guys will too," he said while smiling broadly. I knocked on the door to be greeted by Geoff. He was wearing a vest top and some khaki shorts. I was glad I hadn't dressed up now. He kissed my hand and ushered me in, waving to Paul as he did so. He pointed right in front of him, and I went into his well-lit living room. As well as the main lights being on, there were light towers around the room, intermingled with video cameras set up at different heights. Five chairs we placed in a semi-circle with Geoff's leather chair pride of place in the middle. On the floor was a huge plastic sheet, covering virtually the entire floor apart from just enough room to walk around the outside. I was greeted by someone handing me a large glass of wine, who Geoff introduced as Eric. There were also Bob, Arthur and Eddie. They all stopped and smiled when introduced. All of them were in their sixties like Geoff. I drank some of the wine and Eric topped up my glass before I could stop him. "Get that down you and relax, we need to wait for Paul to be ready too before we begin the night," Geoff told me. I gulped half of the glass right down. Eric topped it up again. I drank some more. Everyone seemed very friendly which put me at ease. Bob and Arthur were pacing around the room, viewing different angles and checking the video cameras were correctly placed. Eddie had made sure that there were no obstructions from the french windows, and that the curtains were firmly open and tied back. Eric just seemed to be on wine duty, making sure all had some drink in their glasses, me especially. The sun was slowly going down now, and half of Geoff's garden was floodlit from his living room it was that bright. Paul appeared on our balcony. He had his video camera on a tripod to the left of our bedroom window as I looked. I wondered why that far over, then wondered if he'd set up the internal camera to record on his laptop, as I had done when putting on my balcony show for Geoff. He waved to say he was ready, and Geoff turned to me. "If you're ready, go upstairs to my bedroom, first door on the left as you go up. There are dress bags marked one to five hanging up, wear them in the correct order, please. When you've modelled all five, we'll decide on our favourite outfit for an encore session." I nodded, happy with the arrangement, and wandered off upstairs after gulping down half of my wine again. I needed to slow down, my head was starting to get fuzzy. I opened the door to Geoff's bedroom, and saw the dress bags and also a fresh bottle of wine and a glass. I poured myself another drink. I noticed the curtains were open and peered through. I realised I was above Geoff's living room. From there you could see into our bedroom only because of our house being higher up the hill, from his bedroom you could see clearly into our kitchen too. I wondered if he'd ever watched me naked cooking? I opened the first dress bag up. Standard. Nurses outfit. It looked like a large vest top, with a zip right up the middle. Straps at the bottom to fasten stockings to. In the bag were also some white stockings and a white thong. The outfit was completed by some flat white shoes and white elbow-length gloves. I slipped off my jeans and t-shirt and folded them at the bottom of the bed, and kicked off my shoes. The outfit was a perfect fit and felt very nice on my skin, it was a silky material. I put it on, attached the stockings and added the thong over the top. My newly acquired landing strip was visible, almost like a target for the eyes. I checked myself out in the mirror and noticed my nipples were starting to get erect. I liked how I looked, so I'm sure the guys would. Oh well, here goes I thought to myself as I gulped down half of the wine in one go. I walked down the stairs and entered the living room. Five pairs of eyes moved to me, five old men fell silent. "I guess we won't be needing the ice cubes then?" stuttered Bob, breaking the silence while pointing at my nipples. I was shown to the middle of the floor, directly central to the french windows. The guys started directing me into different poses in different directions, and after a minute or so I started posing how I thought looked good. Nobody questioned or stopped me. "Pull the zip halfway down" someone shouted. Not only did I do so, but I also started to push my breasts together while looking at each one of them in turn. I went back around them again, this time leaning forwards so that my thong was showing. "Geoff, you've won first prize with this one mate, she's amazing, what a figure" shouted Arthur. "If only we were forty years younger!" laughed Bob, and they all laughed with him. I reached over for the glass of wine I had left down here, gulped some more down, and released my breasts completely from the material. Because of how far up the zip still was, my breasts were pushed together, making a very impressive cleavage. My nipples were so hard I could have hung a couple of the other dress bags on them. I was really getting into it now, and crouched down on all fours, turning so my arse faced them each, then turning onto my back and spreading my legs a little. My thong was still on, but it barely hid my pussy. "Time for outfit two now I think" shouted Geoff. A couple of groans rang out. I sauntered out of the room doing my best catwalk to a few claps and went upstairs. I undressed and realised how much I was enjoying myself by the dampness of the thong. I picked up my glass and drank some more wine, and topped up the glass. Outfit number two was a bit more risque. A black wet-look basque set, with black wet look stockings. Diamante studs were dotted around the suit, and across the thong too. There were also a pair of black high heels, with diamante studs across the ankle fastening. The material was PVC, so this was going to take some squeezing into. I eventually managed it, putting the thong on last before sitting on Geoff's bed to put on the heels. It was an open cup, so my breasts were completely on show from the get-go, with supporting straps around them. There was a strap fastening on the back of the neck. I looked at myself in the mirror, tweaking my nipples although they were still standing to attention anyway, and went down to my awaiting audience after another drink of wine. I had a similar reaction to the first outfit, with a few wow's at my exposed breasts. Nobody directed me this time, after drinking another half a glass of wine while posing I probably wouldn't have listened anyway. I did mostly the same poses as before, with a few on my side also with one leg raised, and a few with my back to them all giving Paul a better view. I'd started posing on all fours when Eddie shouted out. "Can you lose the thong love? We can't see much of your pussy because the thong isn't see-through." The room went silent as I rose to my feet, then audible gasps as I turned my back to them, kept my legs straight, and slid the thong down the stockings, finally kicking it off my ankles. I could feel my pussy squelching with my legs close together. Any inhibitions I may have felt had disappeared due to how turned on I was getting, and the wine. I stood up straight, spread my legs apart, and bent over again keeping my legs straight, reaching behind me and pulling my arse cheeks apart. Geoff bent down right behind me and took some very very close up shots of my wet pussy, picking up the thong as he did so. "The gusset is wet, she's enjoying this as much as we all are!" he exclaimed. I turned to face him and squatted down, my lips parted and my pussy gaped. I noticed then that Geoff had a camera right at the front of his chair which would be pointing right at my exposed pussy. I slid a finger across my clit and shuddered. I lay down on my back and gripping both legs with my hands behind my knees, and spread myself as wide as the outfit would allow. Geoff stared down at me, momentarily stopping taking photos. He rose to his feet and told the room this was getting steamy. "My shorts are getting as wet as her thong is!" he cried out, before releasing his zip and pushing them off his fat waist. They slid to the floor, and his cock sprang out. My finger flicked my clit again as he also removed his vest top. I'd seen his cock when erect, but this time he was still flaccid but leaking pre-cum hung off the bottom. His soft cock was still around seven inches long, and around the same size girth. It was fat. It looked like the bottom of my arm. My stomach churned up just seeing it again. "You'd better go and get the next outfit on before I explode everywhere!" Geoff said a massive grin on his face as he saw me eyeing up his impressive member. I got up and left the room as the others started to remove items of clothing too. I got upstairs and took another large swig of wine. My head swooned, I knew I'd drunk too much and needed to slow down to keep my wits about me. I peeled off the outfit and folded it as best as possible. Before looking at the next one, I stood naked looking at myself in the mirror. I could see and feel my juices running down my legs, and wiping them up with my fingers, tasted myself. I was too wet to dry myself by hand, so looked around for something to wipe myself. Nothing obvious was in sight. I had an idea. I picked up Geoff's pillow, and placing it on the edge of the bed, ground myself against it leaving a trail of my pussy juices on the cover. I smiled to myself, knowing Geoff would be able to smell me when he slept. Outfit number three was a blue lace babydoll nightie with a pair of matching boxer short type shorts. The nightie didn't cover a lot, it had lace mesh cups with a sheer skirt. A fastening strap ran from the middle of the cups to the back of the neck, running right up my cleavage. The boxers were the same shade of lace mesh as the babydoll and felt a little heavier than the other undies. Pulling them up into my place, I found there was a small plastic part inside that snuggled against my clit. It felt nice, I took a few paces and could feel its smoothness pushing against my clit. I felt sexy posing for the guys in this, and knowing I could take this home could definitely see me wearing it a lot for Paul. Returning to the room, all of the guys were now naked but still sitting in their chairs, cameras at the ready. I was getting into it now, putting my legs up onto the arms of the chairs as the guys took pictures, and almost pretending to lapdance for them all in turn. Each of them had erections by now, and although not of Geoff's quality, none of the guys were small. Geoff asked me to lie on my back and bent down to pick something up. He picked up a similar-looking piece of plastic and pushed a button on it. I felt a tingle run through my clit. He pushed it again, and the tingle was stronger. One further push, and it felt like my clit was being rubbed by someone. They were vibrating panties. I closed my eyes while rolling around, the pleasure flowing through me. I pulled at my nipples roughly, as Geoff kept pushing the button to slow and speed up the sensations as he felt fit. He stopped long enough to get me on all fours, my arse facing the window and made me look him in the eyes. He had a mischievous grin on his face as he pushed the button, my back arching wildly with it the fastest setting. Each time I looked away or closed my eyes he ordered me to look at him. He knew he was in control of me. He'd leave me writhing until he could see me jerking as an orgasm started to well up inside of me, then stopped the vibrations to tease me. This set Eric off, and he stood up and started wanking in my direction. Geoff shouted something to him, and Eric went to the corner of the plastic sheet closest to the french windows and came on the floor. Bob followed him and came in the same place. Suddenly Geoff put the remote down and told me to go and change into outfit number four. I was almost as upset as the other guys. Walking upstairs I could feel them rubbing against my clit, but it wasn't the same pleasure. I took off the outfit and rubbed my pussy dry on Geoff's pillow again. Another swig of wine, and it was time to put on the next outfit. This outfit made me gasp. It was a white see-through set with white fur bits across the cups, body and lower stomach. It came complete with white furry gloves and a cat headband, and white heels. I searched the dress bag again, but there were no panties with this set. I looked at myself in the mirror, and instinctively let out a meow. I went downstairs and stood in the middle of the floor area, ready to pose. Geoff asked if I liked this one, and before I'd had the chance to answer threw something at me, saying it was to complete the set. I caught it, this was white fur too but quite long. I couldn't work out what it was until I found the other heavier end. It was a tail butt plug. All of the guys looked over at Geoff, it seemed like they weren't expecting this too. "Put it in then," Geoff said quite sternly. Four other sets of eager eyes stared to see if I would do so. I went to leave the room. "No," said Geoff, "Put it in here, now, while we take pictures." I'm no stranger to using buttplugs but didn't know if this was too much. "I don't know if Paul would approve," I told him. "Nonsense, look at him up the on the balcony enjoying himself, he's already come three times as far as I can tell." I turned to look up towards Paul, who was indeed completely naked on our balcony. Even from here, I could see smears of his come on the glass balustrade surrounding the balcony. I held up the tail, and he gave me a thumbs up. I walked over to Geoff's chair, put a leg up on the arm, and rubbed my fingers up my pussy before using them to lube my arse. Arthur tapped me on the shoulder and handed me a bottle of lube. I got down on all fours on the floor, made sure my arse and the buttplug were properly lubed, then slowly inserted it until it was in. I could feel the tail tickling my legs. I put my legs as close together as possible and squeezed my arse on the plug. I went to get up, but Geoff told me to stay on all fours. He told me to parade around them all, rubbing up against their legs as a proper cat would. Either the drink or my excitement had taken over, I was happy and turned on enough to do almost anything. I moved around them all, then crawled over to the french windows. I looked over my shoulder at Eric, meowed, then looked up at the handle. Eric opened the windows up, and I crawled outside into the well-lit garden. I moved around the garden for a couple of minutes while they all stood watching and photographing me, then I came back inside and pretended to start licking at the small pool of Eric and Bob's come. The guys all loved this. I wandered over to the door to go upstairs, Bob opened it up for me and staying on all fours I left to get changed again. Again I wiped myself dry on Geoff's pillow, and also wiped the tail buttplug on there too. The fifth outfit probably wouldn't look the sexiest, but it was my favourite as soon as I saw what it was, an all-over black sheer bodystocking. It had full-length arms and even my feet would be enclosed, but was crotchless and had an opening at the back under the neck fastening which reached almost down to my arse. Just putting it on and running my hands over it made me tingle. There were no shoes, but I put on the black heels from the wet-look basque set. I walked into the middle of the room once downstairs, just feeling the material rubbing my skin all over was making me feel really horny. I paraded around for the guys, doing as many poses as I could, and when I ended up on my back I slipped two fingers into my pussy and kept them there. There were a few murmurs now, they'd seen me with a buttplug but was I actually going to masturbate for them? I removed my fingers, and slowly and seductively licked them clean, before repeating the process. I made a point of making sure to wipe my hands over the outfit, loving the feeling the material made. Eddie decided to be bold and ask if I could put those fingers into my arse instead. I answered him by moving onto my stomach, reached behind me, and inserted them quite easily after the buttplug had stretched me. I could sense people walking around me, vacating their chairs to get better angles. "Looks like she wants her holes filling," Arthur shouted. I had no intention of fucking any of them, so asked him what he meant. He went into the kitchen and came back with an empty wine bottle. "Use that on yourself love, let's see how fucking dirty you can be then?" he said. If he was calling my bluff he lost. I squatted, put the bottle on the floor, and lowered myself onto it. I raised and lowered myself a few times, but with the neck of the bottle being around four inches long and smooth, it wasn't doing anything for me. Arthur must have sensed this, and suggested I insert it into my arse instead. I did so, this was more pleasurable but I persisted with it just for the photos. I removed the bottle and put it to my mouth to lick my juices from it. "Wait, I have an idea," said Geoff. He got Eddie to take the bottle off me, and pass it over to him. He then called Archie to him and whispered something to him. Archie wandered off to the kitchen and came back with two more empties. He placed them on the floor, next to each other, and Geoff instructed me to squat on them both. I got into position but kept knocking the bottles over when trying. Archie lay on the floor to hold the bottles still, but I needed to lean back slightly to get the right angle. Bob came over and stood behind me, hooked his hands under my armpits to hold me steady, getting a good grip of my breasts while doing so. As he took my weight, his erect cock pushed against my back. I rubbed my pussy to lube my fingers, made sure the bottlenecks were wet and lowered myself, Archie directing the bottles into me. Once I was plugged and could support myself, they returned to their chairs to get some photos. Geoff picked up the first bottle and gripping his cock smeared the neck of the bottle with his cock juice. He passed it around the others and they did the same. When it got back to Geoff he stood and handed it back to me, telling me that now I could lick it clean. Five lots of pre-cum, and my arse and pussy juices. I licked the rim of the bottle like I was flicking at the end of a penis, then took the bottle fully into my mouth, moving it back and forth like I was giving a blowjob. Once cleaned I put the bottle on the floor, put my hands on the other bottles, then raised myself until they exited my orifices, both making a slurping sound as they came out. I lay on my back and spread my legs, showing my gaping holes to all. Geoff told me as I went to leave the room that they'd shout up soon to tell me which outfit to put back on, and he had one more present too. Before taking off this one, I posed for myself in the mirror and started to finger fuck myself slowly. Geoff shouting upstairs made me jump. They wanted me to wear the wet look set again, but he asked me not to wear the thong to it. I reluctantly took off the bodystocking and put on the basque set again. The PVC was quite cooling on my skin. I entered the living room, and there were a few glances around each other. Geoff beckoned me to him and handed me a small bag. "Final present, I think you'll like it, and I know we all will." I slipped my hand into the bag, felt something rubber, and pulled out a dildo. Actually, it was a double dong. Two lifelike dildos slightly different sizes next to each other, with a suction cup base. The larger of the two wasn't massive but was still around six inches long, the smaller probably five inches and a little thinner too. Bob walked over and handed me the bottle of lube again. "I want you to stick it to the french windows, and we're all going to go outside and take photos. We'll make sure we don't block Paul's view though," Geoff explained. I waited for them to go outside, which was quite funny seeing five old men with erections or semis trying to walk properly, then stuck the dildo to the window. I adjusted it to roughly the right height, and although I doubted I'd need much, lubed up both parts, and checked my pussy and arse with lubed too. I turned my back, leant forwards, and holding each dildo steady got about an inch of the larger dildo in my pussy, then lined up the smaller one against my arsehole and pushed back. Three strokes later I was fully impaled and stood still for a few seconds to feel the veins on each dildo. I started riding the dildos, letting them nearly right out of me before pushing back, my arse cheeks squashing on the windows as I did so. I'd worked up a good rhythm and put a hand down to play with my clit. Geoff shouted to me not to and told me to lean right forward and put my hands on the floor. I had to slow my pace like this, but the veins rubbing against my insides still felt good. I really felt the need to come though, I'd been on the brink a few times already. Suddenly Geoff and the guys came back in, and Bob put his hand behind me and pulled the dildo away from the window with it still in me. Eddie asked me to get on all fours in the middle of the sheet, so I was facing side onto the french windows. They all stood on either side of my head, except Geoff who went and knelt behind me. "Now for the finale," Geoff said, as I felt his hand grip the suction part of the dildo, "We all need to cum now." As he finished saying it he started to pull the dildo out of me, before pushing it back again. My head dipped downwards as tingles of pleasure flew through me. "Lift your head and look at the guys, and keep looking at them" he instructed. Four erect cocks were being stroked in front of me, edging ever close while Geoff continued to work the dildo on me. Bob got brave and squatted, putting his cock right by my mouth. I realised then that they had positioned so that Paul could see this bit. "Stick your tongue out at least love, even the pizza man got a blowie off you," Geoff said. "It's no good having these holes filled if that one isn't." I had no idea what Paul's reaction would be, but I had an overwhelming urge to taste them all. I nodded to Bob and stuck my tongue out. He placed the end of cock on my tongue and started to wank himself faster. I told him to stop, and took his cock into my mouth, swirling my tongue around and swallowing all of his pre-cum down. I took my mouth off him, and called Archie over, and did the same to him. Eric and Arthur got the same treatment too, then I turned over onto my back. With Geoff still working the dildo on me, I put my hands behind my knees and pulled my legs right back. The guys all knelt around my head, hands reaching down and gripping my breasts, and pulling at my nipples. I'd closed my eyes now, I could sense an almighty orgasm coming over me. One of them asked me to open my mouth and as I did so felt a splash as come started to rain over me, across my face and hair. I had no idea who had come as I'd kept my eyes closed. About thirty seconds later a second set of splashes, this time across my breasts. The next load went across my face again, most of it across my closed eyes. Just as they'd finished coming, a hand gripped my head and turned it sideways, stuck their cock into my mouth, wanked quickly and came down my throat. I swallowed it all down, then used my fingers to clear my eyes so I could open them again. I licked my fingers clean and opened my eyes to see the four others had returned to their chairs. Geoff had left the dildo in me but was standing up now. He made me kneel in front of him, and attach the suction part to the floor. He told me to raise myself so the dildos were nearly out of me, then stay like it. "Stick your tongue out then, my turn now," he grinned down at me. I looked at his cock as he gripped the base. I could deepthroat Paul's eight inches once I'd got used to it, but Geoff's cock was about an inch longer and much fatter. I wasn't sure I could fit it in my mouth, let alone blow him properly. I don't know if he hadn't come for a few days either, but his balls were massive too. He moved forward a little and tapped his cock on my tongue. I jumped and lowered myself down. He shouted at me not to. I raised myself again, and he put his cock on my tongue and started to slowly stroke himself. He was almost making a point of making sure his cock didn't properly go in my mouth. He then held his cock still and told me to start riding the dildo, keeping my tongue out and to keep looking up at him. Each time I raised myself my tongue touched the end of his cock. He stayed like this for about five minutes, then told me to get off the dildo. "Now get back on all fours, and lick each part clean again. When they're properly clean you can deepthroat either one." I turned onto all fours without question, licking them both in turn. I felt Geoff knelt behind me and gripping his cock put it at the entrance to my pussy. He started to stroke, slowly and deliberately, again making sure he wasn't pushing it inside me. The dildo now cleaned, I took the larger one in my mouth. Now Geoff coincided his strokes with me taking the dildo in my mouth. A familiar feeling flowed through me, and my moans were getting louder and louder. Geoff moved his cock and put it on my arsehole, then started to stroke again. Now and then he'd pull his cock up and tap it down on my arsehole, and sometimes on my clit. My orgasm was coming on strong now, but Geoff removed his cock. "Please Geoff," I cried out, "Please don't stop, I need to come. Stop teasing me and fill me up!" I blurted out. I started sobbing, partly because I desperately needed to come, but mostly because I'd near enough begged him to fuck me while Paul was watching. Geoff shuffled forward, and I braced myself for his massive length to start pushing inside me. I sunk my mouth onto the dildo again, to try to drown out any groans as I knew it would be a tight fit. Geoff stuck his cock between my pussy lips, but instead of pushing forwards, he began to stroke his cock up and down my pussy, rubbing against my clit each time. He quickly lubed up two of his podgy fingers and inserted them into my arse. I groaned again, as his pace got quicker and quicker. My body was spasming now as I started to lose control, my orgasm ripped through me and I cried out very loudly as my body turned to jelly. I collapsed forward onto the floor on my stomach. I virtually lost all sense of my surroundings, as I felt hands grip my arse cheeks and pull them apart. A few seconds later I felt like I was having a shower as torrent after torrent of sperm flowed across my exposed arsehole and pussy, across my back, and soaked the top of my thighs. I summoned up enough energy to look over my shoulder to see the last few little spurts erupt from Geoff's cock, landing on my feet. I lay prone on the floor, almost unable to move. I heard someone say they were close to coming again, and another load shot across the back of my hair and my shoulders. They all left me lying there for a few minutes, I could hear cameras going off still, getting their last few shots. I felt hands lifting me, telling me they'd help me upstairs to get ready to go home. I started to protest, then noticed it was Paul, Geoff had phoned him to collect me. Geoff asked if I wanted to shower there, but Paul told him he'd get me home and let me soak in the bath instead. We went upstairs, and Paul asked me if I was alright as I wasn't speaking? I started sobbing again. "I'm really sorry Paul, I asked Geoff to fuck me to make me come." "But he didn't fuck you did he, so there's no problem is there?" Paul leaned into me and hugged me. I could feel his erection through his jeans. "Let's get you home then, I can't wait to see these photo's and videos when they're ready."

Kimberly's New Life by FlaGuy Kimberly Registers (Chapter 1.1) Kimberly was heading to the Valley Lo mall with her friends Jenny and Beth. Kimberly had a particular motive for them to enter the mall from this end today. She had made a decision. At least she thought she had. Ahead she saw the Lifestyle Registration office she had been reading about. She considered walking passed it when the Lifestyle rep walked over and greeted them. “Hi girls. How is your day going? “ The Girl’s responded, “Just great. Just doing some Christmas shopping.” The rep said, “I’m Julie. We are having a 75% off Registration sale for Christmas this week. “ The discount meant nothing as the registration process was not expensive and always discounted. If not for one holiday then for another. Julie tried to hand them brochures that listed all the many lifestyle choices. Examples in large print at the top were the most popular; Vegan, Vegetarian, Carbonista and a few more. The complete list ran in very fine print across three pages. Kimberly decided she couldn’t wait and spoke up, “I do it. I’ll register.” Jenny and Beth both looked very surprised. “Are you finally going vegetarian, Kim”, said Beth. “Yeah. Or are you going to go total vegan?” Jenny smiled. Jenny and Beth were her two oldest friends. Jenny, the very clever one, always helping with people’s homework and personal problems while Beth was skating through school, and her life, doing as little work as she could manage. They were so different from each other it was always surprising that they were friends. Jenny was in her very budget friendly but fashionable dress while Beth was decked out in her much too expensive designer slacks and favorite frilly top. Neither dressed with the cooling December in mind. Kimberly came along in her unusually casual faded skinny jeans and an old flannel shirt, not her usual fabulous outfit. That and her long blonde hair not done up but held by simple barrettes made them wonder why she was dressed so plainly today. Her slim maturing form filled out the shirt very well indeed and the jeans were still fashionably tight over her pleasantly round hips. Each one being five foot eleven the three of them were taller than their friends. That and the fact that they were all within a week of the same age made them a squad of nineteen year old’s, the “nineteen team” they called themselves. “Well if you wait for me here you can find out.” teased Kimberly, not sure herself how far she would end up going. Beth looked bored, “Oh, we’ll meet up with you at the book store. You can fill us in then. Once they walked away Julie, the Lifestyle rep smiled, “Won’t you come into our Registration Office.” She lead the way and directed Kimberly to take a seat at a computer screen. Julie was several years older than Kimberly and wore her trim, very feminine business suit with pride. “Have a seat wherever you like. Just touch the screen, follow the prompts and fill out your information. Then select the lifestyle that you want today. Once you finish your registration card will print over there by me. Julie was all smiles just to have someone in her big empty office. Kimberly walked way toward the back and sat behind a screen and clicked through. She typed in her full name, age, address and many personal details including phone numbers and names of emergency contacts. Once they had all her information she was committed. Her decisions were public and going on the record. She opened the list and read through the amazing variety of lifestyle options. Some were mild, some strange and some were quite unpleasant. She scrolled way down till she got to “Nudist”. This was why she had come. This was going to be her decision. This was her last chance to turn back but she felt she was ready. She steeled herself, decided, and clicked on the icon that would change her life, she would become a nudist. The screen opened up to show pictures of very average looking people, young and old, slim and not so slim, all naked and very tan playing in the warm sun enjoying the nudist lifestyle. Below in bold type the great benefits of nudism were listed. Further below, equally bold were the strict requirements of a Registered Nudist. The benefits Kimberly had seen before online. These were upbeat but the requirements were written very seriously, as if as a warning. When she saw there were choices still to be made she realized she was not yet registered. She still had options. She let out a sigh, partly of relief but also a little disappointment. There was still more to do. She kept reading. The requirements of course were total nudity at all times. No clothing or covering of primary or secondary sexual characteristics or organs at any time. She was surprised that they did allow certain kinds of shoes and bags with narrow straps and even coats for severe weather. There was even a sexy hip-hugging fanny pack for a purse. They showed shoes that were permitted which did not look at all comfortable. Kimberly went barefoot all Summer long and only added sandals when her mother complained, usually by November. She could still back out of course, click on Cancel at the lower left. But she went ahead, interested in changing her life and curious to see what there was to choose. The first was Length of Registration, how long did she wish to be registered as a nudist? She thought about it, how long she could actually go without wearing clothes? She had wondered about this for some time. Seeing it as a question here suddenly made it very real. She already slept topless because her nipples were so sensitive but was never away from her bedroom like that. Each Summer, though, by the end of the beach season she had urgently wanted to try skinny dipping and tanning nude in the sun. She was tired of her large nipples making her bikinis fit so badly, and how her bottoms always rode up into her ass. And she remembered last August. She scrolled down and was surprised to see that the minimum term began with “3 Months”. She had expected to see only the “6 Months” option. She clicked the box for six months since that was what she had planned on. She would go naked for six months. She had finally screwed up her courage for this. It had taken her since August. Down below “6 Months” she saw “12 Months”. She wondered about that impossible option for a moment. She had never been naked outside her bedroom where she had been practicing. The idea of going a whole year without wearing clothes was too scary. Going outside, around people, around everyone! would be difficult. They would see her, all of her all the time. How long before she could get used to it? Days? Weeks? But the more she thought about it the more sensible a full year sounded. It was December already but had not begun to get cold. She was used to the cold here which would only mean 50 degrees f or 45 at worst. Not beach weather but hardly arctic. If she registered for six months she would have to get dressed again in the Summer. But it was just last Summer she had decided to become a nudist and had only now worked up the nerve. She would hardly want to get dressed once the warm weather was here. She would not even make it to August as a nudist. But could she really do this for a whole year. The more she thought the more logical it seemed. She considered the reactions and the kidding and possible trouble she would get into wherever she went, but that could hardly get worse after six months. Twelve months went from being impossible to a very good idea indeed. She clicked on the box next to “12 Months” just to see what it felt like. She thought about it and it did feel right. She felt very mature in choosing the longer term. But she was only playing with the form. She could still cancel. The registration program showed a map of the mall and displayed lists of discounts and coupons for those making their choices. As she clicked from the six to the twelve month option the map highlighted stores where shoes, hats and purses were available. The longer the term, the more sale items were displayed. Kimberly thought this was silly. She was looking forward to doing with less. Less clutter, less stuff and way less clothes at least for now. She scrolled further down and saw other options. The choices of months changed to years; 3 years, 6 years, 10 years. She was amazed that people could actually make these choices. She looked at the people in the many pictures and tried to imagine what it would mean to be totally naked for years and years. Not just until Summer, not just for the good weather but actually for years on end. Could she live without ever covering any part of herself, never getting dressed, month in, month out, year after naked year. And when her nudist registration ended what then? Would her old clothes still be in fashion, or even fit? Not likely. Kimberly didn’t have all that many clothes. Only a walk-in closet bulging with dresses, jeans and tops all in the latest fashions along with those hanging on the doors and packed in her dresser. All of these were high fashion choices at the time. The transitory nature of fashion always frustrated her. As a nudist she would lock these away somehow while her nudist registration period ticked away until she would get dressed again. And just then she noticed herself, here she was thinking about more than one year as a nudist, a registered nudist. She clicked the box next to three years and wondered. She was starting at the community college now. By registering as a nudist for one year or even six months she would certainly be going to school naked, attending all her classes fully nude. How would three years be any different. In three years she would be graduating school and interviewing for jobs all while constantly naked. What would that be like? Going to interviews in the nude, meeting new people, employers who would see all of her. She would surely be used to it by then as would all the people she knew. Most of her class mates and none of her employers would ever know her dressed, only nude, not wearing a thing until eventually her time was up. And what if her nudist time was up? Would they even recognize her wearing clothes? Once they had seen her completely naked every day for years what would it matter? Looking at this possibility she found herself thinking up ways to get around the problems that a long term commitment to constant nudity would bring. As she thought about them, most of the problems didn’t bother her much. Her parents would be furious of course, well, maybe, but being over eighteen, it was her choice. If she got thrown out of the house she could move in with Beth, maybe. Tom, her current crush would likely pay more attention to her. But she could live without him if he didn’t. She had no interest in Winter sports people were starting now, just time spent on the beach and hiking once it got warm. Her bedroom was very warm all year round. In fact almost too warm at times. No, she could handle all the problems alright. She kept scrolling down ready to cancel or at least go back to the six month option. But when she got further down she saw it. There below the 12 Year option was the big surprise, the word “Lifetime”. She had heard of this long ago but never did believe it. She was sure it was made up or just a rumor, it couldn’t be real. Now she knew it was true, she could see it and she became excited. A Lifetime of registered nudity was actually an option. She could click this and choose to legally spend the rest of her life without any clothing at all. Was it possible? Could she do this? Looking at the pictures of tan and happy nude people playing in the sun she realized how mature most of them were. They had not chosen three or six months. Their tans were not a few months old. They had grown older and healthier in the nude. They had been spending their whole lives naked. They really were nudists. As curious as she was about the three year possibility she was fascinated by the lifetime option. It was real and it would solve even more problems. She would not have to store her clothes at all. They would all go away, and she would never buy more. No longer worry about fashions of new dresses, jeans or tops. Keeping in style had always been her weakness and her greatest expense. Every month more clothes to collect only to hang them up forever a few months later. This would end all of that, no more clothes, no more fashions. Most importantly there would be no great clock ticking down how many months, weeks and days she would be naked. No limit to her freedom. With caution but her own kind of determination she clicked right on the lifetime option. She was no longer playing with the form, she was quite serious. With that click the map of the mall lit up. Everyone had deals and things to sell the lifetime nudist. Shoes, sandals, even certain boots were available, and very nice boots too. As well as socks, hosiery, garters, belts, purses, hats, scarves, see-through dresses, short and slit skirts and even nudist legal pop-tops. Then her old shopping habits took her away. She flipped through all the ads and loved looking at all these sexy accessories. She wondered how she would look walking around in sexy open skirts, peek-a-boo nipple tops and floppy hats. Before long she caught herself indulging in her bad habits and realized this was not why she was here. The nice nude people in the pictures were not playing dress up with all this gear. They were naked, tan and healthy. That’s what she wanted. The goal was getting naked and getting simple. She had to ignore the many offers though attractive, and of course so expensive. Once she had her choices made she clicked save. The screen told here she could still change anything she wanted. She had originally prepared herself for only a six month stint, going back to her old life after a while. Things were very different now but she could see that it was perfect. The lifetime option was a shock to see but a very pleasant one, and she could see, just what she wanted. She read and re-read the requirements and many warnings, telling her how tough it would be to get out of the registration once it began. Trying to make absolutely sure she could really go through with this, committing to a lifetime of nudity. Trying to think of any problems she had overlooked. The many people she would have to explain to and their likely reactions. It was far more than the six months she had prepared for earlier but it all made sense to her now. Just as she was re-reading for the third time her phone rang in her shirt pocket. It made her jump to feel it vibrating against her nipple. She looked down to see she had a new text. It was from the department of Lifestyle Registration. Why were they calling? She began to panic. She had not clicked “Register” yet. But she calmed down when she saw it. The text officially warned her that someone was processing a registration in her name. Some form of Nudist Registration. Was she aware of it? She smiled and answered with the code telling them “Thank you. I know about this.” It was that message from the outside world that reminded her what she was doing. Giving up her clothes, all her clothes. Getting naked once she clicked “Register” and staying that way, for life. Kimberly was here to decide. Could she commit, and let everyone know about it, about what she had only been dreaming about since those sultry days of August. Watching the sun set on that last day at the beach she had determined right then to be naked the next time Summer came around. And this was her moment. If she could do it for six months then one year would be no problem. And if one year was possible then three would be better, her whole college career. She was glad. After seeing the choices presented here even the prospect of a lifetime of constant nudity no longer caused her any fears or hesitation. It would be wonderful. No more clothes meant no more closets or dressers or even her room covered with worn and dirty clothes. All gone, and for good. She would be the slim, naked nineteen year old Kimberly and then the naked twenty year old Kimberly and even the naked thirty year old Kimberly. It all sounded fine to her. But she still worried. She worried about her ability to resist the many fashionable accessories that were being offered here by the mall and, she knew, later at home online. If she still went broke collecting all these nudist clothes and sexy accessories then becoming a nudist would be a waste of time. She was considering this when her eyes fell to the last option on the screen. It was very small, meant to be overlooked. The option said “Strict”. She scrolled down to show the text explaining the option. The text warned that it was very unpopular and rarely chosen. The details explained that “Strict” just meant being totally, that is, strictly naked at all times and places. It meant living life only in your bare skin and nothing else, ever. This would disallow the wearing of any of the fashion accessories she had just been looking at. It even disallowed shoes. There were even strict limitations on jewelry or any other adornments. The prospect of living entirely naked, on constant display without fashionable and sexy decorations was a very unpopular choice. As such it was left to the end and ignored by most everyone. Kimberly shifted her feet in her sandals. They were a few years old and she had been wearing them since October and they were pretty well shot. She would not miss them. All the strict option permitted was a small wallet or purse, with a very thin strap, to carry one’s Nudist ID and essentials, not the sexy, hip hugging fanny pack other nudists could ware. Kimberly was surprised to hear herself say “That’s for me!” out loud. Without hesitation she moved down and clicked the Strict option right then. When Kimberly clicked on the Strict option the map of the mall went dark. Apparently the strict nudist could not use anything the mall had to offer. No shoes, no belts, no dressy scarves. No see though anything. This was perfect for her. No temptations. No more fashion shopping. The only tiny spot in the mall still lit was the jewelry store, the one very high end jewelry store. This was the store she and her friends would only walked passed. She read the ad. It invited the strict nudist to come by and get a very thin personal ID bracelet, almost the only jewelry a strict nudist could wear. That or a piercing for a lovely tag with her Nudist Registration ID number on it. This would allow the wearer to go about without even a wallet or ID card, truly naked everywhere. She wondered where she might get a piercing for that but went back to the form. Kimberly was surprised to be so content with the choices she had made, so different from her original plan. She would give up her clothes and go naked. Not for a weekend or a month or even a year but for the rest of her life. It was as simple as that. She forgot all about problems she brought with her, the need for courage and and worries of risk. She was happy, at peace. She would have the freedom she longed for every Summer and have it all year round. She knew her friends would laugh, be shocked and freak out. But this was what she wanted and now she would have it. Her friends would have to adjust. Easier for them than for her she thought, but no. She was ready. She would enjoy the adjustment. She filled out the last few bits of info and thoughtfully answered more questions to get passed the warnings and even more warnings. These warned of the permanent and irrevocable nature of the decision and the difficulties of those changing their minds. She clicked right passed them. She was really ready and this was really it, nudity for her. For her life. Finally the registration program told her to wait for the Lifestyle rep to come and help. In a moment Julie came back to Kimberly to look at the screen.“Well that took a while. I got a text telling me I need to check out your registration. Something serious I hear.” She looked at the screen and her jaw dropped. “You’re registering to become a …a…” She could not form the word. “A nudist.” Kimberly said, happy to hear it said out loud for the first time. Julie was still shocked, “I didn’t know you could register as a…to be a..”. She read the details but did not understand. “Why would you want to do!… that!? Are you really going to!…to!?” Kimberly grinned as Julie struggled to keep it together. “Julie, please, do you need to do something on the screen here for me to finish? An approval of some sort?” Julie stared and stared at the screen, “Ah, yes. Ah. I’m, I’m supposed to ask if you are.. um I’m supposed to ask if you are, uh…, sure about your … um, choices.” she said hesitantly before finally exploding, “Are you kidding!? You’re going to go naked!? On purpose!? What the hell is that about!?” Kimberly could not help but laugh. Julie had no idea about the many other strange things people could register for. Some professional. Kimberly pointed to the screen message that asked for the representative’s code to ensure the user had been consulted. After sputtering and spewing Julie yanked out her badge, swiped it over the screen and stormed off. The program came back asking Kimberly one more time if she was happy with her choices and ready to check out. Was she ready to register herself as a nudist, Options: Lifetime and Strict. Kimberly stopped laughing and with a glad and determined spirit pressed Yes. Once she clicked that was it. A message appeared congratulating her on her new life and wishing her well in her chosen lifestyle. She could hear the printer at the Julie’s counter start buzzing. The screen then instructed her to turn over her clothing to the Lifestyle rep for proper disposal without delay. Kimberly walked down to the front desk and asked Julie where she should put her clothes. Julie was ignoring her very seriously, staring at her own computer. Finally she got up and went back to the coffee maker in the break area. There she opened a drawer and got out a small drawstring trash bag. She came back and angrily slammed it down on the counter. Kimberly asked “Could you at least hold this open for me?” Julie was upset, “It says I’m supposed to provide a bag for clothing disposal. There you are.” Kimberly managed not to laugh, emptied her pockets and shook open the little trash bag. She started unbuttoning her sleeves suddenly aware that she would be getting naked right here, rather different than the way she imagined in her bedroom. She looked around the strange office thinking this was not the place she thought she would be undressing when she registered. She unbuttoned her flannel shirt all the way down and unfastened her belt and her jeans. “I take it you have not been a ‘Lifestyle rep’ for very long.” She pulled her shirt out of her pants and off her shoulders. As she came out of her sleeves she was intensely aware of her situation. This was it. No excuses. She was taking off all her clothes right here, in a public place, and going home naked. It pleased her that it was all really happening. She smiled and just kept on taking off her clothes. She balled up the shirt and stuffed it into the bag on the desk. Julie complained, “No one has ever registered to be.. to be … that! I expect people to become vegans or vegetarians and, and, and nice things.” Kimberly unfastened her very padded bra and slipped it off her shoulders. Her D sized cups protected her C sized breasts with padding arranged just to protect them. Her large tender nipples would no longer have to endure even padded cups. The cool air felt delicious around them as they began to extend. Her long narrow nipples were almost a trademark, one all her girlfriends noticed but knew better than to comment on. The feeling coming over her nipples, the freedom, told Kimberly this really was a great idea even if Julie would have none of it. She pressed her bra into the bag with her shirt and imagined her life now, never wearing one again. “Well, this is just one of the 120 lifestyles on your list, you know. You may want to go through it sometime or you may have other surprises.” Julie had been stealing glances at the younger woman as she casually peeled her clothes off. She was horrified to see the clothing and underwear replaced by more and more of the clear pale skin.“There are 132 possible lifestyles to register for as of last quarter.” Julie shot back authoritatively. “Do you have to do that here?”, she said turning away. “The registration program told me I had to turn over all my clothes to you right now. You don’t have a changing room, do you?” She dropped her sandals from her feet. With much effort Kimberly started tugging her jeans down over her hips, she realized happily, for the last time. Julie kept on complaining. Kimberly leaned against the counter, standing on one foot to pull each narrow pant leg over the other. Julie could not manage it. “It’s just that. I just can’t sit here and watch someone… You really registered for this? This is your chosen lifestyle?” “I’ve been planning on it too long. I was surprised with the options I saw. They were perfect for me. So today turns out is the day.” She rolled up her sad old jeans along with the hemp belt and stuffed them into the bag filling it very tightly. “What are you supposed to do with my old clothes?” Julie was increasingly upset by the situation, “I…I don’t know! I’ve never done this sort of registration before. It says I’m supposed to take them to a donation site someplace.” Kimberly was really enjoying getting naked. She knew this would be her last time undressing. She knew these clothes were going away now and forever, her others would as well but this was it, her new life was beginning. She felt herself smiling broadly as she pinched the sides of her favorite panties and tugged them down off her hips. She bent straight over easily reaching the floor, sliding her panties down her long legs, a flexibility she always enjoyed, and pulled them off her feet. She loved the cool air on her bushy pubes as they sprang out. She was naked now. Not at home in a fantasy but at the mall in some weird little office. She was registered and legal. All she had to do was get through the rest of whatever processing Julie had. She stood up holding her panties and carefully pressed them into the bag never to wear them again. “What donation site?” Julie could not stand to look at the newly naked Kimberly but stared at her computer. “Goodwill someplace, some location on the list.” Kimberly could just see the computer screen over Julie’s shoulder and recognized the top location. “That’s just outside the mall here. Is that really so terrible?” Without looking at her, Julie offered, “Well, do you! want to take… those… things and put them away?” Kimberly wanted to point out that it was Julie’s job but decided not to. “I still need to pay for the registration, don’t I?” Julie rapidly went through her processing of Kimberly’s registration forms keeping her eyes down finally telling Kimberly to pass her wallet over the device with the prompt. When she did the device beeped and told her a receipt was on its way. That’s when Julie screamed. Kimberly looked up to briefly see a look of horror on Julie’s face. “What’s the matter?” With her head down and her eyes tightly shut Julie said, “There is a photo ID requirement for a registered nudist. I’m supposed to take a picture of you.” Mumbling to herself Julie stood up and stormed off walking way passed the coffee station toward the very back of the office. Kimberly walked around the counter to follow her. In passing she saw Julie’s checkout program. There she saw the photograph of a fully nude man, shaved pubes and all. This was an example of what the Registration Official should submit as identification of a registered nudist, nothing more. Clearly Julie had had enough. Kimberly understood that Julie was not happy with her job anymore but followed her to the back. As she walked barefoot away from her clothes she felt the air moving around her body. Julie turned on the lights and the camera system of the photo booth and without looking at her told Kimberly to stand against the wall. Kimberly was careful to do as she was told just to finish the registration without any problems. She was normally camera shy around people but had no choice here. In the lights for the first time she felt nervous without clothes. Being naked here meant a great deal more. She was actually getting her picture taken while totally nude. She stood under the bright lights naked with her head and shoulders back resisting strong urges to cover herself in front of the camera. This picture would go to the National Lifestyle Registration office as evidence of her commitment to becoming a nudist. This was her choice being permanently recorded and broadcast for all to see. Without any focusing or testing of the camera Julie said, “Ready, Go.” and with that the flash went off in Kimberly’s eyes. There was no review or second take. Julie turned everything off and marched back to her station up front. Kimberly tried to clear her head of the flash and followed along behind her. Julie kept mumbling angrily as she printed the photo and bonded it to the nudist ID card. Without looking at her Julie shot the registration card across the counter at Kimberly as if it were poison. Kimberly looked at the new card. The photo of her, her generous pubic hair, her pale stomach and narrow waist, her pale erect nipples topping her young breasts, all beneath her recognizable if surprised face was accurate if not flattering. She could still feel the heat of the photo from the bonding process. It reminded her of Julie’s obvious anger about the situation. Below the engraved Lifestyle Registration Department decorations the card stated boldly “Kimberly Adams: Nudist for following term”. Printed below were the times she had seen before; months, years, 3, 6, 10 and on without any indication of her choice. Further down she saw “Lifetime” with a hole punched nearby. No way to sugar coat that. Nearby she saw a hole punched right next to “Strict”. She could see then that this truly was her new life and was glad for it. No more clothes, no more temptations, no more covering her poor nipples. Holding her wallet next to her keys she asked, “Don’t I get some kind of carry-all for my…essentials?” “Oh, look over there.” Julie said, without looking up, waving toward the wall display, filled with goodies. “There are registration hats, backpacks and everything on the wall. Take anything you want.” Kimberly looked through the racks of very fashionable fanny packs, hats and accessories and found the small nylon purse she had seen in the registration pictures. There were also hats and T-shirts to announce the status of the newly registered. They were pretty neat but Kim knew they were not for her, not anymore. “And could you take all…that! Away with you?”, an exasperated Julie motioned to the bag stuffed with Kimberly’s clothes. “Well, I’m not supposed to have any clothes now”, she said picking up the bag of her old clothes tightening the draw string shut, “ but I don’t see a problem in making just one little trip.” She bent down and picked up her sandals as well. “Then do so. Please! Just…get out of here.” Kimberly slipped her keys, phone and wallet into her new little purse. She slipped her hand into the snug band holding it to her wrist. She decided not to give poor Julie any parting thoughts but just made her way to the door of the Lifestyle Registration office. Julie could not resist looking up just in time to see the young woman’s bare back, the faint impressions of her bra straps still showing, and her very naked, very pale cheeks striding through the door. She had walked through this mall for years, since she was little but never naked. Kimberly liked feeling the cool tile floor on her bare feet. A pleasure she usually enjoyed in the spring. As she headed to the mall’s nearby entrance she swung the bag around as if she were taking out the trash, which she thought she actually was. She had just entered the mall this way only a few minutes ago all dressed and normal. Now she was heading back out but in a new way, her own way, now she was Naked Kim. She pushed her weight against the outer door and felt the cool December air envelope her body. A mild December it was but still cool to the newest nudist. She could feel her nipples get even longer, more erect in the free air. She enjoyed what little sunlight came down to warm her skin and stepped very casually and dreamily across the wide open parking lot, resisting the urge to pirouette. She saw her faint shadow on the pavement ahead of her leading the way to the giant Goodwill donation box at the far corner. At the box she took a moment to tie her sandals together, rather than have a miss-matched pair go in. She did not think twice about what she was here to do, to get rid of her clothes. She carefully threaded her sandals onto the bag’s drawstring. She reached up to the great handle and pulled down, no luck. She finally used both hands. Just as her bare feet were lifting off the pavement the box’s jaw opened and waited. Being careful not to throw her new purse in as well, she swung the bag and her sandals over her head and into the box. She heard her clothes land inside with a thud. Gone, where she would never see them again, not her clothes anymore. She let the jaw close with a loud and final clang. “That’s it”, Kimberly thought. “Now I’m a real nudist.” She gently pulled her nipples to discover that she really was wonderfully naked and outside. She began walking back to the mall and her friends and said, “This is going to be great.” At the bookstore Beth was looking through a book on drawing the nude figure which she always picked up here. She could not take it home but it satisfied her to find it here and peek at drawings and photos of naked men and some naked women. When Kimberly came up to the two of them Beth did the greatest double take of all time; looking into the book then at her naked friend and again at the book. For the longest time she did not believe what she was seeing. She stuffed the book away beneath some others but still felt responsible for Kim’s unexplained nudity. “Kim! You know you’re naked.” Beth whispered loudly. Kimberly walked up and did not whisper, “Yeah, I just registered. You could have waited.” “What do you mean, you registered? Where are your clothes?” Kimberly smiled, “I registered as a nudist. No more clothes. So did you buy anything?” Beth could see her friend’s face talking above her pale and naked form but the words just did not make sense to her. She could not put it together. Jenny had actually noticed their nude friend approaching from a distance, with that wonderful blond bush of hers, but decided to wait quietly for the explanation. She flipped through her magazine holding her tongue. She tried not to stare at Kimberly’s large nipples, still erect indoors, but could hardly resist. They had receded a bit since she came back into the warm air of the mall but were still amazing. Beth could not understand any of it “You registered to be naked!? Where are your clothes?” “Yes, I’m a registered nudist now. I’ll be naked from now on.” Beth kept whispering in the busy bookstore, “What do you mean, ‘from now on’? Where are your clothes?” While Beth was whispering up a storm a young man from the bookstore approached them. Kimberly could see him coming at them before he arrived and went to her wallet. “I’m sorry, miss. You cannot be undressed within this store. If you would follow me to the exit, please.” Kimberly did not stop talking to Beth but opened her new wallet and held out her registration card for the man to see. He slowed his polite speech to read the card. He changed his message but not his tone, “Could you please come with me for a moment. My manager will want to see you, or rather, see your identification. “OK, Beth, just take it easy. I’ll be right back.” Jenny stepped up and talked to Beth to keep her from following the employee as he lead their naked friend to the back of the store. The employee lead Kimberly far back to a cubicle near the rear of the store. Kimberly was careful not to be lead into a closed room. There was a large man sitting behind a desk staring at the computer with nothing but paperwork and a keyboard in front of him. The employee started with, “Excuse me?” Without looking up the manager said, “Yes, what is it, Frank?” Frank pointed to the manager, “Could you show him your ID, Miss uh, Miss” “Adams. Kimberly Adams.” Kimberly said. She walked passed Frank to the side of the desk and stood fully naked in front of the manager. She held out her ID for him to see, as if she needed a naked photo next to her naked body for some kind of proof. She was careful to hold it so he could see it but not take it from her. The manager looked up at her face and then carefully, down and back up, at all of her, her tits, her narrow waist and her full bush right in front of him. He was a bit surprised but then mildly amused. Then he moved in very closely to examine her new ID. After a moments study he leaned back. “So, when can you start?” Kimberly looked at him, very surprised then at Frank. “Start?” The manager went on as Frank became noticeably uncomfortable. “You could do five days a week. We need people on the weekends but closer to Christmas we really need everyone to pitch in. It gets pretty crazy.” Frank finally spoke up, “Sir, she is not applying, I was just escorting her out.” “What are you talking about! She showed you the ID didn’t she? You can’t read? What are you wasting my time for?” “I’m sorry but I was sure you would want me to…” “Don’t waste my time with your problems! Jeez, Frank!” He turned to Kimberly and smiled. “Look, Kimberly, eh, Miss Adams, if you’d like to fill out an application we could use your help for the next couple of weeks. Really, Frank! Get Miss Adams an application.” Kimberly smiled and spoke up, “I’m sorry but I’m not looking for work right now. Thanks, though. Frank here thought I was a problem. But don’t worry about it! I’m new at this too.” She spun on her barefoot and started away before turning back to say, “Thanks and have a Merry Christmas!” When she found her friends they were very ready to leave the bookstore. Jenny had calmed Beth down to where she was not quite freaking out. They were quite ready to head out along their usual shopping route. As they walked three abreast, Beth in the center as always, became very bothered that more people were looking at Kimberly than at her own gorgeous clothes. Jenny had given up on any chance or her being the focus of attention. Beth could not leave it alone, “So, really! Where are your clothes? What are you going to buy here to get dressed in? What’s the plan?” Kimberly kept with the calm simple explanations she thought would be great practice in the coming days, “I’m not buying anything. I’m not getting dressed. I’m a nudist now. So no more clothes, OK?” Eventually Jenny moved herself between the two just to give Kim a bit of peace. She eventually mumbled to Kim quietly, “Hey, Kim. I really respect your choice but I don’t know how you’re going to manage it. I’m gonna love seeing you explain your way through this next week.”

Kelly's Hazing by TheBlushingPrincess Part I Welcome To Your Hazing! I was feeling uneasy. A little excited too. That I can’t deny. But it didn’t sit right with me. It wasn’t how I was raised. Coach had told us that the girls’ swimming team— our sister team—had asked us to help them “initiate” their new members. Yeah. Hazing is what they meant. The university had cracked down real hard on hazing that year due to some pretty bad press, and in a flurry of damage-control measures, they had placed a hard ban on a lot of the traditional hazing rituals. No forced drinking. No paddling. No public nudity. That sort of thing. Honestly, it was hard to disagree with them. Some of that stuff was brutal. The thing is, with all these new restrictions, the team captains had had to get creative. With so much off the table, well, it seems they had decided to double-down on the one thing they had left in their arsenal. Embarrassment. We were told to keep an eye on our emails, where we would be given a slot. To get around the ban on public nudity, they were going to initiate the girls one at a time in the university sports complex. The email said to report to the swimming pool showers at 3:00 pm on Friday. I saw I had been grouped with two other guys from the team. Brent (who I had actually known since high school, so that was pretty cool) and Chris. I didn’t know Chris that well, but he was a nice guy. He was Greek. Christophoros was his actual name (with an even longer surname!) and had only been living here for a few years. So we arrived at the swimming pool at the appointed time. The captains of the men’s and women’s swim teams were chatting outside. They seemed in high spirits. Our captain, who everyone called Skipper out of some weird swim team tradition, led us to the locker room. We were told to wait for instructions. As he walked away, he said, “Have fun!” and gave us a knowing wink. Now, like I said, I was feeling pretty ambivalent about all this. I had heard various rumors about what goes on at these kinds of hazings. I had actually missed out (is that the right word?!?!) on my hazing when I joined the team last year due to family emergency. It was actually pretty serious, and my team was so relieved that everything turned out okay they never actually thought to make me catch up on what I had missed. So yes. I’m thankful for small miracles. But I digress. As I was saying, I knew a lot of nudity went on at these things, and I wasn’t really on board with that. I was raised pretty old fashioned, you see. And the idea of three guys being brought in to witness some girl’s naked initiation just didn’t sit right. I had actually tried to raise my concerns with Skipper, but he just told me it was all part of team building and it brings everyone together on the team. I still felt uneasy, but I guess it sounded a whole lot more above-board than some of the horror stories I had heard. It seems Brent could sense my nervousness too. He assured me hazing is all in good fun. He had been through it himself the previous year, and he found it to just be silly, college fun. The thing is, Brent isn’t shy about anything. Frankly, he probably enjoyed the attention! Having a bunch of girls stare at his naked body? Well, good for him. (But man, that wouldn’t be my thing at all. I’m incredibly shy. And the thought of a bunch of girls looking at me? Yikes. Not to mention my insecurity about my penis size. Shit. Well, I’m just glad I didn’t have to go through it. On the other hand, if I’m being totally honest with you, I can’t say my feelings about the whole thing were completely one-dimensional. I mean, I’m still a guy. No guy, no matter how well-raised, is ever completely against seeing a hot naked girl. Right? So Brent, Chris, and I hung out in the locker room making small talk while we waited. Then, after about five minutes, there was a gentle knock on the door and it slowly swung open. The captain of the girls’ swim team edged in. She motioned for us to stay silent with a finger to her lip. She had a mischievous grin on her face and seemed to be enjoying herself immensely. She was guiding someone in by the arm, but they were obscured by the half-opened door. My heart was beating in my chest. For a moment, I forgot all my moral qualms. A guy goes into a state of, shall we say “reduced cognitive efficiency,” when he knows he is about to see a naked girl. Who would it be? What would she look like? What would she be made to do? Man, I think I must have flushed bright red. And then it happened, the thing that changed everything. The captain led in the pledge and my jaw dropped. It was Kelly! Now this needs some backstory. I knew Kelly. In fact, we were pretty good friends. She had been the year below me in high school and we had lived in the same neighborhood. She had told me that summer that she had gotten accepted to my college. I was looking forward to catching up with her, but had kind of forgotten to link up with her in all the fun and chaos of the first week back after the summer. I hadn’t even considered she would be joining the swim team. Okay, and yes. There is some more backstory to this. Kelly and Brent had dated. Yeah, that’s right. They had dated for about four months. It was one of those relationships where you start out as friends, try out being girlfriend and boyfriend, realize you are better off as friends, and go back to that. No fuss, no angst. They had had a good, mutual break up from what I gather, and were still close friends. He never mentioned she was joining the swim team, though. So back to the story. Kelly walks in and we’re under strict orders not to give ourselves away. She shuffles in awkwardly. She had been blindfolded, so she was completely relying on her captain’s guiding hand. And she had sort of hunched herself up to avoid banging into anything. She looked so cute and vulnerable. For a second, that was all I noticed about her, just that intense, slightly comical vulnerability. From the look of nervous bewilderment on her face to the soft padding of her bare feet on the cold floor tiles. It completely grabbed me, and I felt an strange wave of affection towards her sweep over me. An urge to hug her so tight and kiss her forehead till she felt secure again. But unfortunately for Kelly, any such comforting would have to wait. For what was required at that moment was for us to embarrass the shit out of her. She was holding a clipboard in one hand and a pen in the other. But other than that, she was naked. Completely naked. Nothing left to the imagination whatsoever. My protective impulse quickly vanished. As my eyes poured over her perfect, alluring nakedness, her cute, bashful vulnerability quickly became the last thing I was paying attention to. Oh my gosh! I didn’t know where to look or what to do. I should not be looking at this. Like I said, my upbringing was pretty old-school. Chivalry and all that. And I still stand by that. Yeah, this was as awkward as I feared. More awkward, in fact. I looked at my feet and then looked at the other guys. Chris looked as shy as me, although he was definitely stealing some peeks. Brent, on the other hand, had a look of shock that very quickly curled into a grin. A sort of triumphant grin. Definitely a non-malicious grin, but a mischievous one that seemed to say, “Gotcha! I get one last show. Brent 1, Kelly zip!” His grin disappeared just as quick as he pursed his lip, to avoid laughing with joy, I guess. I looked back down at my feet but, like Chris, without really meaning to, I found myself taking a few sneak peeks. And wow. Kelly did not disappoint. I had always found Kelly kind of cute. I hadn’t really had any romantic feelings towards her or anything, mostly because I was friends with her ex, but damn. The sight of her standing there, all shy and vulnerable. Like I said, I had this weird feeling of deep affection toward her, but also this surge of arousal that just shot through my entire body like a hot, tingling, surge. It was intoxicating. I was still wrestling with my conscience, but I just couldn’t take my eyes off her. All I knew at that moment, however, as I struggled to process this surge of conflicting emotions, was that I was definitely going to have to jerk off to this the moment I got home. That image of her standing there, completely and perfectly naked, save for a blindfold, nervously hunched up and innocently clutching that clipboard and pen, was going to be etched into my mind forever. And there is only one way a guy can properly process that. I stood looking at her dumfounded for a moment, brought back to earth only by the discomfort of feeling myself stiffening within the unyielding constraints of my jeans. At this point, Kelly’s team captain began to speak. With great pleasure, looking mostly at Kelly who was bound to react to what she was about to say, she began. “Now that you’ve had a chance to have a good look at your candidate…” Kelly leapt and squealed. Apparently this was her first inkling that she was no longer alone with the captain. She instinctively covered herself with her hands. First her breasts and then inching one hand down to her privates as if an afterthought. The captain laughed softly. “Now, now, Kelly. No covering. Every time you cover up, you’ll be given a penalty of your initiators’ choice.” Brent grinned from ear to ear. Chris and I pretended to look down at the floor. Reluctantly, after some hesitation, Kelly lowered her hands to her sides, revealing once more that welcoming, utterly kissable, perfectly naked body. “As I was saying,” the captain continued, “now that you have had a chance to become acquainted with your candidate for the girls’ swim team, let us begin. In Kelly’s hands are a clipboard and marker pen. Would you kindly hold them out in front of you, Kelly?” Kelly did as she was commanded, and the captain motioned for me to take them. Kelly squirmed a little as she felt the implements taken from her hands. Another visceral reminder that she and the captain were no longer alone. “On that clipboard is a list of tasks Kelly must complete for her initiation. Now to make sure everything stays above board and safe, there are a couple of rules. But beyond that, I leave it up to you to ensure she completes these tasks up to such a standard as you deem fit.” Kelly awkwardly shifted her weight and shuffled her feet, still having no idea who was looking at her. You could see the wheels turning in Brent’s mind as he thought of all the ways that he would cause Kelly to squirm. The captain continued her instructions to us. “Now, I know you will have no problem keeping to these rules, firstly because I know you are all gentlemen…” Kelly squealed again, instinctively going to cover herself again. The word “gentleman” seemed to have done it this time. I’m guessing until then she had still been holding out hope that it was just members of the girl’s team viewing her in all her profoundly exposed glory. But now she knew. There were guys present. You could see the goosebumps raise on her skin (which, I have to admit, was awfully hot). “And secondly,” the captain continued, gently easing Kelly’s arms back down by her side, “because I also know that two of you actually know Kelly rather well and care a great deal about her.” Man, if you could have seen Kelly’s reaction to this latest revelation. She immediately and instinctively covered her breasts and privates, and she looked around frantically—and futilely, given her blindfold. I think my own reaction must have been a sight too, though, to be honest. I was having some really mixed emotions now. This was all feeling decidedly ungentlemanly. But I was just transfixed. After clear instructions from her captain (with more than one threat for extended naked punishment and humiliation), Kelly reluctantly uncovered once again and stood up straight. The captain continued with her instructions. “The rules are these. Number one, no touching. Number two, no making her touch you. And number three, no photos or videos. That’s it. Three rules.” The captain smiled at the three of us. “Other than that, I hope you all have a lovely and creative time together.” The captain finished up with a big grin. “But remember. Just because you are gentlemen, I don’t want you going easy on her just because she is a girl. This is all team-building and character-strengthening, so give her the full welcome. She’ll thank you for it!” The captain walked to the door. She spoke once more, this time to the naked swim team candidate. “Kelly, when you hear the door close behind you, you may take off your blindfold. Have fun!” As soon as Kelly heard the door close behind her captain, she frantically ripped off her blindfold. Her eyes fell immediately upon her ex, Brent. “Aaah! What the hell!?” she yelped. Next, her eyes darted to me. She immediately covered up again. I guess she was less embarrassed with Brent as he had already seen her naked when they were dating. “Mike! What the hell, guys! What the hell!” she kept saying. Still awkwardly hunching and covering, her eyes turned to Chris. She really didn’t know him well at all. I don’t even know if they had met before. She offered him a quick and courteous, “Hello,” which I thought was awfully polite and put-together, given the circumstances. “Surprise!” Brent said with a grin, making a point of looking her up and down. “Just like old times, Kelly!” he offered jovially with a smug grin. I felt I had to say something. “In my defense, Kelly, I had no idea it was going to be you.” There was an awkward silence that lasted a few seconds longer than it needed to. Then I added, “But it is nice to see you again.” The double entendre was not lost on Kelly, still doing her best to cover herself with her arms and hands. Damn. Could she have been any hotter and any cuter? I really don’t think so. I could have looked at her all day like that. Even with her covered up. Just the shape of her hips. Her smooth thighs and belly. Really. Quite intoxicating. Yeah. We were going to have some fun. Brent, meanwhile, was less enjoying looking at her body and more enjoying his newfound power over his former girlfriend. He said, “Remember, Kelly. No covering. You get a penalty of our choosing every time you cover up.” She looked back to me and then back to Brent. Was there nobody who would save her from this nightmare of humiliation? Apparently not. Brent tried to reassure her. “Look, Kelly. There’s no reason to cover yourself at this point. I mean, we’ve all had a good look at you already.” Kelly looked frantically between the three of us again, evaluating up her options. Brent was having way too much fun. “Any time, now, Kelly. Any time. Just put your hands at your sides. Or behind your back. Either way, really. Your choice. But no more covering.” With a deep breath, Kelly finally relented, lowering her arms to her side once more. “Aww. That is just lovely,” Brent beamed. “Of course, since you covered, we’ll need to give you a penalty.” He looked at me and Chris for ideas. “Any suggestions for a first penalty for our dear, naked Kelly?” I went quiet. I had been starting to feel a bit more adventurous, but I wasn’t quite feeling bold enough to start ordering penalties. Brent, on the other hand, seemed utterly unphased. He looked Kelly straight in the eye. Then he glanced down her body, all the way to her feet, and slowly back up again. You could see that the embarrassment was consuming her. But she sure wasn’t going to cover up again and face yet another penalty. Brent cheerily suggested, “Well, how about you start by stretching your arms above your head and giving us a graceful little spin.” He said, grinning from ear to ear. Kelly looked at him as if to say, “Are you serious?” “Very,” came the reply from the jubilant Brent. Her eyes darted briefly to me and then instantly shot to the floor. After a deep breath, she raised her arms above her head and slowly began to spin on the spot. Once again, I was transfixed. The way her breasts lifted with her arms. The adorable little paunch of her otherwise toned stomach. And that ass. Damn she had a nice ass. How had I never noticed that before. She completed the twirl and looked at us for approval. I could see in her the ever-present and desperate urge to cover herself. But she stayed the course. She had no interest in making things worse for herself. After a moment of dumbfounded silence, I suddenly remembered the clipboard in my hand. I scanned the opening paragraph. “Well, Kelly, this will actually be pretty easy,” I said, eliciting a surprised, hopeful, but thoroughly suspicious look from Kelly. Reading verbatim from the instruction sheet, I said, “To prove you have what it takes to join the most athletic club on campus, you will demonstrate to your initiators a full workout routine. It must include…” I stopped speaking as I scanned through the rest of the list. My eyed bulged in my head. Kelly looked at me pleadingly, as if to say, “Please put me out of my misery and just tell me!” I couldn’t resist looking her up and down again. Cute, vulnerable, embarrassed. It was getting increasingly more difficult to play the gallant gentleman. “Let’s just take it step by step,” I said with authority. Yes. My gentlemanly ways were ready to take a leave of absence. There was way too much fun to be had. I prepared to read the first instruction. Kelly had no idea what to expect. No idea whatsoever. Part 2 The Warm-Up Kelly was beyond nervous. I don’t even know what word to use. Not scared. She wasn’t scared at all. She knew we cared about her and that we weren’t going to do anything inappropriate. So there was no fear of that. But still, to be standing completely naked in front of her ex-boyfriend (Brent), her longtime pal (me), and some hot Greek guy (Chris), she was clearly mortified. I looked at the clipboard with the list of tasks. I decided to just go one task at a time. And if I’m being honest, I did it that way because she was just so adorably embarrassed and nervous. I was enjoying it more than I should have been, and, hey, what was the harm in playing up the hazing? After all, wasn’t that my job? (Sorry if my rationalization is too obvious.) But in any case, the full list was way too exciting to spill all at once). Kelly looked at me with these sweet little eyes. Just hoping it wouldn’t be too rough. Unfortunately for her, it was going to be. I read from the list. “Step 1: Demonstrate to your initiators how you would conduct your pre-training warm up. Continue until your initiators are satisfied.” “A warmup?” Kelly asked, incredulous. “You’re going to want to do some stretches,” I said with a grin, stretching out my arms wide. I thought that was a good touch, really ramming home just how exposed she would be all stretched out. Damn, I was really beginning to have way too much fun. Kelly looked at each of us, psyching herself up to really put herself on display. I couldn’t help but smile. “Stretch out.” Such an innocuous command in any other setting, but it had oh, such different connotations when you have a deficit of clothing and a surplus of viewers. “Perhaps you can start with some lunges,” I offered. “They’re very important after all. You would hate to pull something.” “Lunges? Are you serious?” Kelly asked. “It does say this has to be done to the satisfaction of your initiators,” Brent chimed in. Chris had been quiet (perhaps speechless?) until now. But he suddenly added, “Yes, lunges are very important to prevent injury.” It wasn’t entirely clear whether he was finally getting into the swing of things or whether he genuinely wanted to advise on best fitness practice. Either way, Chris’ remark seemed to spur (or baffle) Kelly into action. Placing her hands on her hips, she slowly, cautiously, tentatively, squirmingly, began to lunge toward us, alternating each leg. It really was a beautiful display of the human physique at its finest. I honestly didn’t know where to look. Her breasts jiggled mesmerizingly with each bounce. Her stomach tensed and flexed as her core activated. But I couldn’t help but feel drawn to her most intimate anatomy, highlighted so enticingly by the movements. She scowled at me as I momentarily looked up to her face. We called the lunges to a halt, satisfied with this first exercise. I went to put a checkmark in the warmup column of the scoresheet, but Brent stopped me. “That’s your quads,” Brent admonished, “but it would be too bad if you were to injure your glutes and hamstrings.” Kelly’s eyes bore into him. “I suppose you have a stretch in mind for that?” “Oh, absolutely!” Brent shot back. “But this is a delicate move, so it’s very important that you take your time and hold the position for as long as we tell you too.” Kelly whitened a little. “What?” she asked, having no idea what she was in for, but suspecting it wasn’t going to be good news for her. Brent looked her right in the eye as he delivered the horrifying news. “We need you to turn around for us, bend over, and touch your toes.” If I had had a drink, I would have spat it out. I looked at Brent. He appeared triumphant. Then I looked at Kelly. She looked furious. I looked at Chris. He looked… well he was nodding thoughtfully, which either meant he really did think this was just a normal warmup sans clothing, or he was the world’s most nonchalant hazer. Kelly and Brent seemed to stare each other out for a moment. But then, with a quick glance in my direction, Kelly sighed and nodded. “I can’t believe you’re enjoying this so much,” she muttered in Brent’s direction, somewhat under her breath, but loud enough for us all to hear. Then it happened. She turned around. Yes, I had seen her ass briefly when she twirled earlier. But now, here it was. A prolonged and unobstructed view. Wow. Just wow. Her smooth, round shoulders heaved slightly as she released another deep sigh. And then, reaching her arms up above her head, she did as she was told, bending over and reaching for her toes. I watched in shock. My jaw dropped. She was actually doing it! I would have been impressed, but I was in no position to reflect upon poor, naked Kelly’s inspiring fortitude. My eyes were drawn in and could not look away. All of her most intimate treasures were perfectly, unflinchingly on display. “Let’s check out her form,” Brent said, walking closer to her. I couldn’t believe his audacity, but I followed without thinking. And without even realizing what was happening, the three of us found ourselves huddled around her, balancing on our haunches, less than a foot away from her ass, heads level to it, as Brent began to point out the various aspects of her fine form. In the small gap between her thighs, I could see Kelly frantically trying to get a look to see what we were doing. Our eyes locked for a moment. We both froze. She looked mortified. Touching her toes and looking at me, upside down, between her flexing thighs. Oh, the look on her face was priceless. I don’t think I’d ever seen her—or anyone—at quite this level of humiliation. We suddenly broke eye contact as Brent cheerfully announced, “I’ve got to say Kelly, you really do have a perfect ass. I never got such a lovely view of it when we were dating. You really do look good bent over.” I think Kelly almost squealed out loud at this remark. I couldn’t help but agree with him, but I didn’t feel comfortable voicing it. That would make things awkward (as if things weren’t awkward already). Thankfully, Chris was on hand to cut the tension. “Yes,” he said matter-of-factly. “This is a very good specimen of the female glutes.” I couldn’t help but peek between Kelly’s legs once more to see her facial expression in reaction to this latest quip. She was flushing even redder than just a moment prior. I smiled. It may have looked to her like a smirk, perhaps. As if to say, “Okay, Kelly. I’ve got you. I’m dressed and you’re naked. This is a moment neither of us will ever forget.” To her credit, she smiled back. Although it was that odd kind of smile with a subtext of, “Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.") Not able to take the exposure one second longer, Kelly blurted out, “Okay. I think this exercise is done now.” And she started to stand up. But Brent wouldn’t hear of it. “Ah, ah, ah… not quite.” Brent hurriedly interjected. “Now Kelly, dear, dear naked Kelly, you know for these exercises to work they need to be held for at least a minute. In fact, if you were really doing it properly, you would try to stretch even further to your toes as you loosened up.” “Come ooooon,” she pleaded. After what was definitely more than a minute, we eventually let her stand up again. That had been intense. After that ordeal, Kelly was looking pretty spent. She had taken it like a trooper, but that had been a lot for her. I can’t lie, it was kind of a lot for me too. That was going to take some processing. I had really let myself go there. We hadn’t broken any rules, and we had kept a pretty close eye on things to make sure they never crossed the fragile line between embarrassment and humiliation for poor Kelly. But I had revealed a shocking side to myself. For those few minutes, which I’m sure felt like hours for her, I had completely said goodbye to any gentlemanly instincts I had. Strangely, it was kind of fun, and I was getting revved up to see how else I could torment her. In a friendly, safe way, of course. Playful tormenting. But tormenting, nonetheless. Look (and I know I’m rationalizing again), but this was our job! They expected us to haze her to the best of our ability… while staying within the guidelines of the three rules, of course. And she was so damn adorable, all cute and naked and embarrassed. Really, I was totally having the time of my life. I looked down at the clipboard, and fortunately for me (and perhaps not so fortunately for Kelly), we weren’t nearly done. We had only just finished the warmup! I made a point of placing a checkmark in the box on the instructions. But next was the actual workout. “Alright then,” Brent clapped, returning to his smug bravado. “I think this calls for some cardio. What do you think guys? What can Kelly do to really get her blood flowing?” “Cardio?” Kelly pleaded as her shoulders slumped a bit, facing us, perfectly naked with her hands at her sides. “Cardio,” I smiled back. Part 3 Naked Hula Hoop (and other cardio) Brent looked at Kelly. He could see how badly she wanted this to be over, even though she was putting up a good front. He picked up a towel off a nearby bench and tossed it to her. “Here, Kelly. Wrap this around yourself and cover up.” Chris and I, a bit confused (and disappointed too, I might add) looked at Brent. Kelly was most appreciative. She eagerly took the towel and quickly wrapped it around her body. I have to admit, I think she may have looked just as amazing in the towel as she did naked. She was still adorable and embarrassed, but now her perfect curves were tightly wrapped in a thin, white bath towel. I was starting to get hard again. Brent looked at Kelly. “There you go. You know, though, in all honesty, I only gave the towel for a moment. That way, we can embarrass you all over again when we tell you it’s time to get naked again. Isn’t that fun? I thought I might do that a few times. ‘Here’s a towel, Kelly. Oh, wait. Give it back. Let’s see you naked again.’ Kind of like that. Nice, huh?” Kelly scowled at Brent. He was right. It may have been easier to just remain naked than to endure the humiliation of baring all once more. But for now, she was content to be covered up. Brent said, “Okay, Kelly. Cardio. Hold on. We’ve got a few things for you to use.” Kelly was confused. “Things to use?” “Yeah. Hold on.” Brent walked over to a nearby bench and picked up a couple of items. He returned, cheerfully announcing what he had in hand.” “Let’s see. We’ve got… a jump rope.” Kelly just about fainted as she imagined having to jump rope naked for the three of us, jiggling away. “And we’ve got a hula hoop!” Kelly looked petrified and irritated at the same time. Her eyes adorably wide. “Really? A hula hoop? Come ooooonnnn!” Brent smiled. “Aw, Kelly. Don’t be nervous. Remember when we went to that carnival a few months back and they had that hula hoop contest? You took first place. Of course, you were dressed then. So it will be fun to watch you move around with that hoop au naturel!” Yes, Brent was absolutely right. That would be a lot of fun to watch! (Sorry. Again, goodbye gentlemanly chivalry. Hello boner.) I looked down at the clipboard. “Sorry, Kelly. That’s what it says. For cardio, you’ve got jump rope, hula hoop, and, oh, what’s this? Oh, jumping jacks. Yes. Jump rope, hula hoop, and jumping jacks. One minute each. That’s all. A relatively light workout.” I shot her a friendly smile. She glared back at me, as if to say, You’re in for it, mister. Just you wait. Then Brent smiled at her. “And don’t worry. We’ll let you have the towel between sets. So much fun watching you get naked over and over and over. Isn’t it guys?” Chris thoughtfully nodded. I tried to play it cool. I didn’t want Kelly to think less of me. “Alright, Kelly,” I prompted. We’ll start with the jump rope. One minute. Here, I’ll take that towel from you.” I stood up, the bulge in my pants obvious to anyone who was looking, and happily relieved Kelly of her towel. She instinctively started to cover her breasts with her hands, but then thought better of it, wanting to avoid another penalty. Brent gently tossed the jump rope to her. I looked at my watch. “And… now!” Oh, heavens. Off she went. I’ve got to say, you haven’t lived until you’ve seen a cute, naked, bashful, hot girl jump rope. How can I even describe it? I guess I’ll just start at the bottom and work my way up. Kelly had the cutest feet. Just the cutest. Petite, smooth. Her toes painted such a cheery pink. Then working up to her calves. The way the bouncing would cause them to flex so perfectly. It was a work of art. Truly. And up to her thighs. I was done for. Hook, line, and sinker. The way they would ripple and bounce on every jump. Such perfect form and athleticism, yes, but so amazingly sexy too. I could get lost looking at her naked thighs. And of course, her privates. Her perfectly smooth intimate area. It was just so inviting, the way it would undulate every time the rope passed under her feet. Gently in and out; in and out. Just wow. And her belly. So perfectly toned, and yet, the jiggling couldn’t be missed. It was almost too much to take. But then the piece de resistance. Her perfect breasts. On every bounce. The absolutely flawless movement. Up, down, bounce, and jiggle. Up, down, bounce, and jiggle. Over and over. It was dreamily hypnotic. I couldn’t help but comment. “Kelly, I have to say, and I’ve been looking at you from head to toe, but the way your breasts are bouncing is just too much to handle. Quite spectacular, really. So sorry we only have 15 seconds left. But then, of course, you’ll have the hula hooping and jumping jacks. So we can all look forward to that!” My comment had the desired effect. If Kelly wasn’t already red-faced from the cardio workout, she was from the embarrassment. This was much too much fun. “And… 60. Great. Now, Brent, if you would hand Kelly the hula hoop, please.” “With pleasure, Mike. With pleasure.” Kelly, breathing heavily, her breasts heaving a bit with each breath, took the hula hoop from Brent. She glared at him. “You asshole,” she said, quietly. Brent just smiled back. “It’s all for the swim team, Kelly. All for the swim team!” Chris pulled out his phone. Kelly screamed, “Hey, no photos! That was the rule!” Chris reassured her, “No, Kelly, no worries. I’m not taking any photos or videos. I just wanted to give you some Hawaiian music to hula to.” He started playing some traditional Hawaiian guitar music. “There you go. That should help you get in the mood.” I looked at my watch. “Okay, Kelly. Off you go. One minute.” I really couldn’t believe it. I hadn’t thought anything could surpass the jump rope. But watching Kelly rotate and undulate her pelvis to keep the hula hoop in place? Wow. I think I died and went to heaven. Even more hypnotic than the jump rope. Just as I was getting lost in her upper thighs and privates, Brent said, “Hey, Kelly, I mean as great a view as this is, and it is a great view, I wonder if you could do me a favor.” Not daring to stop hula hooping, for fear I would restart the clock, Kelly asked, incredulously, “What??? A favor??? Are you kidding???” I couldn’t tell if the look on her face was anger, embarrassment, or defeat. In all honesty, I think it was a glorious combination of all three. She was so incredibly cute like this. All naked and embarrassed like this. I kind of wanted to keep her that way forever. Brent said, “If you could just turn and face the other way while you hula. We really haven’t gotten a good look at your ass in a while, and I’ll be it’s just delightful as your front, as it sways side to side and back and forth with the hula hoop.” Kelly couldn’t believe it. How could this get any worse? “Are you kidding? Turn around?” she said as she continued to hula to the music. “Yes, please,” Brent insisted. “Turn around, please. And if you could keep your arms out to the sides a bit more. You know, kind of wave them like you're at an authentic luau.” Not believing this was her fate—but at the same time, resigned to it, Kelly maintained her hula hooping and slowly turned her back to us. And my word. Brent was so right. Her ass looked absolutely incredible. The motion of it with each turn of the hoop. The steady and methodical undulation. The rhythm. Wow. Her motion so smooth; her skin so inviting; the movement so stunning. I could barely speak. Unfortunately, we were coming up on one minute. I sadly announced, “Okay, Kelly. Three, two, one. That’s a minute.” I paused and then admitted, “I was tempted to say that I had lost track of the time and that we had to start over. I mean, watching you move like that? Wow. You’re really something else. But I didn’t. I thought it wouldn’t be gentlemanly.” Kelly stared at me in disbelief. “Gentlemanly???” I smiled back at her. I was going to enjoy this to the fullest extent possible. Brent quickly tossed Kelly her towel. “Here you go. Enjoy some modesty for a moment, if you like.” Kelly quickly wrapped the towel around her body. Then Brent said, “Cute. But I can’t wait to take it off of you again!” I looked at my clipboard. I put a checkmark by the jump rope and the hula hoop. “Okay, Kelster. Do you mind if I call you ‘Kelster?’” She was not amused. “’Kelly’ will be fine, Mike.” “Very good. Okay, Kelly. Next is jumping jacks. One minute. Now, I’m going to say that you do the first 30 seconds facing us and then second 30 seconds facing away from us.” Brent walked over to Kelly, stood behind her, and without warning, snatched the towel away. Again, she instinctively started to cover, catching herself just in time. “You asshole!” Again, Brent reassured her, “Now, now. Again, it’s all for the team. All for the team!” Chris, still remaining extremely quiet through the whole thing, finally said, “Alright, Kelly. Jumping jacks. I think we’ll see some nice jiggling on these. My only question is which jiggling will be more impressive. The breast jiggling or the ass jiggling.” We all stared at Chris. This was more than he had spoken all afternoon. And part of me thinks he was really interested in comparing the jiggling as some sort of physics experiment. I, on the other hand, just wanted to watch her amazing body move. And Brent was having the time of his life embarrassing the shit out of his former girlfriend. So good. There was something in it for all of us. I looked at my watch. “Okay, Kelly. Jumping jacks. One minute. Starting… now.” She wasted no time getting started. I couldn’t take my eyes off her breasts. I thought the bouncing during the jump rope was spectacular. But it had nothing on this. The way they would stretch up and then suddenly come down, ending with a perfect bounce. Each and every time. I couldn’t stop staring. Then I saw her looking at me staring. It was embarrassing to be caught like that, but hell, that’s why we were there. So I looked her in the eye and then just moved my gaze unabashedly back down to her breasts. I don’t even know if I was hard or not. It was beyond sexual at that point. It was spellbinding. Again, my main concern was that one minute wouldn’t be enough for me to commit this to memory. I could have watched her for ever and ever. Just then, Brent announced, “Alright. Turn around. Let’s see that ass bounce!” Like the obedient team player she was, she turned around. Oh, boy. That ass didn’t disappoint. Up, down, bounce. Up, down, bounce. Up, down, bounce. Once I was able, I spoke up. “Damn them for not allowing video. I would have put this on a loop and just watched it endlessly. This is so amazing.” I’m sure Kelly was thankful she was facing away from us as I said that. I’m sure it did nothing to put her at ease. But finally, her minute was up. She remained facing away from us for a moment. “Good job, Kelly,” I congratulated. “Now if you’ll just turn and face us, please.” She hesitated a moment, but sure enough, she turned around. Breathing heavily, her chest moving with each inhale and exhale, she stood there plainly with her hands at her sides. Hopefully, she asked, “Can I have my towel, please?” Brent shook his head. “I don’t think so, Kelly. You can just stand there for a bit while we figure out what’s next.” “What’s next?” she pitifully cried out. “Isn’t that enough?” I looked at the checklist. “Well, not quite. Let’s see. We’ve done the warmup and the cardio. But it looks like next is strength training.” “Come oooooonnnnnn!!!! Strength training? Are you kidding me??? What does that entail?” I looked at the clipboard and smiled big. “Oh, it’s nothing Kelly. Nothing at all. Just take a moment to catch your breath, and then we’ll get started.” I couldn’t wait!

Freshers Week Frolics by Sexysuperslut I provide a litte sensual entertainment to the new starters. Freshers Week Frolics Pt. 01 After two years at University, some of the various professors, lecturers and other officials approached us to see if we would assist when the new intake commenced after the summer break. This request gave some of my friends a rather naughty idea that just happened to involve me. I had turned twenty-one in July. 'We could undoubtedly educate the new guys during freshers week,' one of them suggested, 'But not in the way the university boffins expected.' 'What do you mean?' I questioned. 'We could introduce them to the naked female human body.' 'Pardon?' 'Rachel, can't you imagine how exciting, humiliating, degrading, sexually thrilling it would be walking around the campus knowing that lots if not most of the new students had already had access to your body?' 'You must be joking,' I laughed, 'Are you seriously asking that I sleep with all the fresh arrivals next term?' 'No. No, not that at all. I was thinking of you putting on a little anonymous display?' 'In what way?' 'We put you in a room with a bag or something over your head and let the guys come in and have a poke or grope of your naked body. They won't know who you are, and you won't know who they are either.' 'I can't see it working somehow.' 'Why not? Just imagine how incredibly hot it would be for them looking at all the female students and wondering, 'was it you.' Meanwhile, you are looking at all the newbies and thinking, 'did you touch me?' I had to confess he did have a point. Such an adventure sounded like it might be fun at the time and in the following days. 'Where would we do it?' I asked hesitatingly. 'In the house where your whipping took place when you started here. The room is big enough, and it still has the hooks. You would be tied up just wearing one of your long dresses open at the front. That provides a sort of mystique about the whole thing.' 'So they just come in and feel me, nothing else?' 'I think we might end up getting expelled if you start seducing them and shagging them all, Rachel,' he laughed. 'One of us might introduce you and point out a woman's assets, a bit like a biology lecture. Then we can let them loose.' Something about the idea piqued my imagination. It sounded like it could be an exciting plan, and I knew it could get me very moist between my thighs. The juices were flowing freely, even as my friend Sam explained his idea. 'An Illustrated Introduction to Female Anatomy -- Interested? Call...' the little piece of paper read that some of my friends had produced. It contained a couple of phone numbers that anyone wishing to attend could call. A small line drawing of a nude woman was added to ensure more interest in the event. I was pretty stunned when the number attending topped one hundred. 'How will we fit them all in?' I asked in amazement. 'Shifts! You will have to work shifts. Three shifts a day over two days with fifteen visiting each time, and you should nearly see them all,' Mike hesitated, 'I meant to say THEY will all have seen you,' he added smiling. 'We may need to add another shift to cater for everyone if more phone. How do you feel about being so popular?' 'Ha. They haven't seen me yet,' I replied jovially. 'Rachel,' Mike, one of my closest friends, said in a conspiratorial way, 'How would you feel if we added a little twist to proceedings?' 'Such as?' 'Well, I can't say as we want it to be a surprise for you but something slightly embarrassing or even humiliating?' 'In what way?' 'As I said, I can't say, or we would ruin the surprise. I think you'd like it, though... maybe not straight away.' His voice deepened and slowed to emphasise the last phrase. 'This will just be groping, pinching, poking, fondling and feeling?' I questioned suspiciously. 'Oh yes indeed. No sex, unless you call a finger in your cunt or up your bum sex. You will just be available for inspection by any young men who turn up.' 'That's okay then. And there will be a surprise for me at the end?' 'More like at the beginning?' 'You're going to fuck me in front of them all, aren't you? I quizzed. 'No. honestly, nothing like that.' 'Oh. Well, I couldn't imagine what you plan to surprise me with.' 'Good. Don't try to guess. Can we do it to you?' 'You're sure I'll enjoy it?' 'I think so, but maybe not just at first.' 'Ummmm. You've already told me that,' I replied, still pondering the idea,' Okay. I'll go with it.' I purchased a new floral pattern short sleeve dress with a full-length button-up front. I thought it looked both demure and rather sexy at the same time. Even with the buttons done up, I was still able to show a little leg if required. I thought it was just perfect for the occasion. We checked the room, which was in a large Victorian house close to the University, was available. Some wealthier male student friends were renting it instead of staying in the halls of residence. I had spent some exciting times with the lads in the house during my studies. On an earlier occasion, I had been painfully introduced to the pleasures of corporal punishment. I had only been nineteen at the time. Now I would be bound with my hands in the air to allow strangers, most at least two years younger than me, to explore my exposed body. Before letting them loose on me, one of my friends would provide a little scintillating introduction to female anatomy. It all sounded like it would be fun and right up my street. Having hands feeling me all over and not knowing who they were would be a new experience to be savoured. On the first day of the event, I turned up at the house early with a small bag containing the dress I would wear. My friends greeted me, and I went into the bathroom to prepare. I took off all my clothes, including underwear and slipped on the dress before heading out. 'Wow! That's fabulous, Rach. A brilliant choice. Couldn't be better.' I was chuffed that the simple dress made such an impact. 'We have decided on a slight change. Instead of you standing bound in the room when the guys arrive, we will let them go in first. We will tie the ropes to your wrists and then lead you into the bedroom and tie you to the hooks. That way, we feel it will create a bit more of a sexually charged atmosphere. What do you think?' I knew from my limited experience that he was right. The young men watching me led in with a bag over my head, ropes dangling from my hands, and in my dress would be turned on big time. I readily agreed. I waited locked in the bathroom until the first group had arrived, only thirteen of the arranged fifteen. A knock on the door told me all was ready, and with ropes securely in place round my wrists and a large brown paper bag over my head, I was guided into the appointed bedroom. As I entered, the babble of voices died away, and I knew that everyone must be looking in my direction. I was positioned between the hooks, and my arms lifted and tied in place. 'Good morning,' Sam announced amicably. 'We are so pleased you have come. You are welcome to the University, and we all hope you have a great time here, work hard, obtain the results you require to get the job you want.' He continued. 'There are dangers, of course, when living away from home. You can be easily led astray by many new temptations, too much drink, taking drugs or meeting the wrong people and keeping the wrong company. That's why you are here today. We want to warn you about girls like this who may try to entice you into bed. They have names well suited to their character, sluts, tarts, whores, bitches, prostitutes.' I blushed bright red inside my paper bag. This highly embarrassing speech must be the surprise they had planned. Sam continued. 'Today, for your benefit, we will unveil one of these vile creatures. Once you have seen one, you will know how to avoid falling under its spell. You have all seen the pictures of this example on the walls when you came in.' I frowned. I had no idea to what Sam was referring. I could only guess that they had put some nude pictures on the walls taken from some of the guys' magazines. 'If anyone is offended by female nudity, now is the time to leave.' He continued. I listened but did not hear anyone moving. 'Right unbutton her dress,' he commanded. Someone walked over and quickly undid all the buttons leaving the dress open and my body easily exposed. I felt something brush the material and, looking out of the bottom of the bag, realised that Sam was holding a snooker cue. He flicked the dress aside, revealing one of my tits. 'Tits of a tart!' he announced with obvious disdain. 'Underdeveloped and undesirable. Still, this 'thing' will try and use these charms to entice and entrap you.' He moved the cue between my legs and parted the dress so that my pussy was on display. 'Untidy, unkept and utterly disgusting. A cunts cunt!' he continued, obviously enjoying his little introduction. 'If it looks like this, avoid it at all costs. Hairy Hedgehogs, Brazen Bushes, Furry Fanny's and Shaggy Slits should all be shaved smooth or banned while at University.' I was glad to have the bag over my head. My face was getting a hot flush and turning beetroot red as he continued his degrading description of my body. Lastly, watch her face. A whore's face is always pretty but deadly deceitful. One smile from this 'thing' here could get you into bed with her. You have been warned!' 'Don't we see what a sluts face is like?' I heard someone question whose voice I did not recognise. 'Yes, of course. I forgot... Mike?' I sensed someone move behind me and suddenly remove the bag from my head. I was staring into the faces of my friends and thirteen young men, all standing around the wall viewing the show. I breathed in sharply. This hadn't been planned. The visitors were supposed to be anonymous to me and me to them. 'We wanted you all to see what a total slut looks like.' 'But...' I tried to say something. 'Shut up, you stupid cow. Speak when you're spoken to!' I stood speechless and now realised that THIS was the extra surprise. All these newbies starting their studies would know me when they saw me, but I had no hope of remembering all their faces. It was indeed total humiliation. I then saw the walls and realised that the examples of sluts mentioned earlier were all photos of me. My 'friends,' and I now use the term loosely, had blown up and printed twelve pictures of me in various guises. Some were of me prim and proper, but the majority were to fulfil requests from male admirers to which I had stupidly agreed. There I was in some smiling cheekily, showing off some part of my body. One showed me holding my pussy wide open and another of my attempts to increase my breast size by supporting them with my hands. I was mortified. As I blushed with embarrassment, I could see one or two of the young men looking between the photo's on the walls and me to ensure we were the same person. 'Now, a few basic things to bear in mind about a simple slut. They possess three holes, two usually moist, one usually smelly and sticky... Mouth,' Sam touched my cheeks with his cue. 'Usually full of cheap crap or seduced cock... Cunt,' he exclaimed, pushing his pointer between my legs, 'Cunt by name and cunt by nature. It is what it is. Usually damp always open.' I had expected some sort of fun introduction, but nothing quite so embarrassing. 'Arse,' he lifted my dress from behind and stuck the end of his cue into my bum crack. 'These 'things' possess a dirty shit hole. Filthy and smelly.' He let my dress fall back, covering my bum. 'So there you have it. A cheap whore. As far as we are aware, this is the only one operating on the campus. Take a good long look at her, point her out if you see her around. Most students know who she is and what she is. Now to help you understand what one is like, you all have an hour to examine this filthy specimen closely. If you don't recognise a slutty tart right away, a closer examination of its body might reveal itself to you.' Mike moved towards me and took over. 'It's fully available for inspection, and it won't bite, will you?' he announced, turning towards me. Now I knew what my 'friends' were about, I gave a half-smile and a 'Grrrrrh,' like some demented animal. 'It just said you can do whatever you want to it. That noise it gave was slut speak. Now breast, nipples, tits, you can rub like this, grope like this or pinch like this!' Mike provided a suitably animated demonstration to go with his description. 'Cunt can be rubbed like this or fingered like this,' he explained as he slipped his forefinger up my pussy. 'Fuck me.' He exploded, 'She's absolutely dripping!' He held his glistening finger in the air. 'This means she's enjoying herself. See how subtle she is?' In his excitement at this, not unexpected discovery, Mike forgot that I was supposed to be an 'it' not a 'she.' He moved around behind me and lifted my skirt. 'Shit hole,' he announced, 'Does what it says on the tin. You can stick your finger up it like this,' which he proceeded to do while I gave a little jump and squeak. 'Usually filthy,' he announced, pulling his finger out and proffering the digit to my mouth. 'Suck it clean bitch.' To everyone's surprise, I did. 'Ugh. That's disgusting,' one of the newbies said. 'Yes, she is indeed,' Mike responded, placing emphasis on me and not what I had just done. 'If you're not brave enough to stick something inside, you can smack the outside. This is called her bum, and she likes any smacks nice and hard, don't you, filthy pig?' He added, addressing me. 'Your hour starts now. Enjoy yourselves.' Cautiously one or two of the young men approached me as if nearing a caged lion. I had lost all dignity, so I played along and growled at them ferociously. Even I was surprised and smiled when they stopped their advance and beat a hasty retreat. Finally, some were brave enough to come closer, open my dress and place hands and fingers on my naked person. I had already decided I would enjoy the sensation of a multitude of hands exploring my readily available body. I reasoned that just because the bag had been removed and everyone knew who the slut was, that was no reason not to enjoy the sensation. The majority made a beeline for my breasts and began fondling them like there was no tomorrow. One young man commenced playing with my nipples between his fingers. It only took him a few seconds to give up and replace his fingers with his mouth. I could feel others rubbing my bum with their hands and occasionally giving it tight little squeezes. Sometimes a finger ran along my bum crack and rested tentatively by my anus but did not venture in. Two guys had taken up position by kneeling in front of me and were busily contented pulling my pussy hair and attempting to roll it around their fingers. Occasionally one would push a little as if carefully looking for the source of the clear liquid that was slowly oozing out from between my legs. One of the freshers was particularly attractive with jet black hair, a bronzed complexion and delightful manners. He asked me before doing anything if he had my permission. I decided to try to hold my orgasm until he pushed a finger deep into my pussy. Thankfully, having had a good grab of my insufficient breasts, he explored the moist and hairy area beneath my navel. As he played with my clit and then pushed a finger inside my now soaking cunt I could contain myself no longer. I swung on the ropes attaching my arms to the ceiling while my whole body trembled as wave after wave of ecstatic pleasure swept through me. 'What the...?' The young man with his finger up my cunt expostulated as I commenced making my feelings abundantly clear to all. 'Finger me, finger me,' I called out to him as he started to withdraw his hand, more from fright than anything else. 'Keep your finger in there,' Mike encouraged, 'And wiggle it around. She's enjoying what your doing. She's having an orgasm!' The young man did as he was told and kept his finger in place, working unseen deep inside my pussy. I took in short, shallow breaths as I felt another orgasm building somewhere deep within. I knew that this one, too, wanted to explode out in a similarly powerful way. I pulled myself up on the ropes so that my feet left the ground, and I swung free while kicking my legs in unsuppressed joy. As the handsome young man's finger came out, a small jet of my cum followed and landed neatly over his knuckles. 'She pee'd on me!' he shouted. Mike knew better. 'She has just ejaculated. It's called female ejaculation. If you're brave enough, try tasting her cum. It will be sweet and nice, unlike the fucking source from which it came.' I continued to shiver and shake for quite some time, standing on my tiptoes and holding tight to the ropes bound around my wrists. 'You need to watch this slut,' Mike proffered to the young man who had been the instigator of my excitement. If you can cause a double orgasm like that, this bitch will have her eye on you. Before you know it, she'll have you under the blanket fucking her hairy cunt.' 'I don't care what you said about her,' another of the new arrivals butted in, 'I'd fuck her anytime, slut or not, she damned attractive.' 'See. What did I said? Looks too easily take you in. She's nothing but a cheap whore!' 'I bet you're hot in bed?' the young man added, directing his question at me. Now that I had been allowed to speak, I took full advantage. 'If you untie me and we go into the next bedroom, you will see how hot I am when being fucked,' I boasted playfully. The young man gave me a knowing look and a wink, 'Can I?' 'NO!' Mike answered forcefully. 'You can just fondle her slutty body, or, 'he added, grabbing a nipple, ' twist one of these like this!' I gave a sudden shriek at the unexpected painful interjection. 'That will teach you, you dirty whore,' Mike spat the words at me. 'You really don't like her, do you?' another new face interjected. 'I hate sluts who sleep around and whores who fuck for money.' I smiled and added, 'Well Mike, you never say 'NO' to spending a night or even a quick hour with me if I offer you any of my holes?' Now it was Mike's turn to go a deep red. I smiled at his embarrassment. He was always quick with repartee, but words just seemed to fail him entirely on this occasion. Once the first group had spent their hour fingering, feeling and caressing my body, they left, having enjoyed their time with this flirty female, viewing 'An Illustrated Introduction to Female Anatomy' as had been advertised on the leaflet. 'That was a dirty trick,' I said as I was released from the ropes. 'We were all supposed to be anonymous to each other.' 'You enjoyed it, though, didn't you?' 'That's not the point.' 'But it very much is Rachel. You enjoyed it more because you saw their faces, they saw yours, and they caressed your body. You will get quite a thrill every time you see one of those lads knowing they have not only seen you in the nude but stick fingers in you.' 'I know, but...' 'Stop arguing, Rachel. You know it was the right thing to do. Are you up for it with the second group at two o'clock?' 'I guess I have no choice?' 'Of course, you have. Just say you want to remain anonymous.' 'But I don't... I mean... I want. Oh, Okay, Let's go with it. You take the bag off, and I'll face them all.' 'Good girl. How about a bit more spunk this time? You beg them to do things to you. Don't just stand there like a dumb ostrich. Get them rubbing your cunt or poking up your arse. Play your part.' 'Okay. Okay. I just wasn't expecting the bag to be removed last time. Or the photo's to be up,' I added, looking around the room. 'Where did you get them all from?' 'We have our ways and means,' Mike responded with a smile. 'We wanted twelve, four on each wall. We were four short, so we asked around just the same as you sleep around. We knew that some guy somewhere would have a... shall we say... incriminating photo of you. And several did and were willing to share them.' 'Um. And I thought they were only for personal fun.' 'That one is our favourite,' Mike added, pointing to one of me with whipped cream on my tits and a carton in my hand pointing up my cunt. I wore the most hideously embarrassing cheeky grin on my face. 'Did you fill your pussy with it?' 'Yes!' I replied curtly. 'Good. You can replicate it for the next group when they arrive. I'm sure they will enjoy the spectacle,' he added, getting a can of whipped cream out of a bag and handing it to me. 'Spray it in nice and deep,' he ordered. When the next group, who this time numbered fifteen, arrived, I was again marched into the room, tied, unbuttoned, and unclothed for all to see. Mike and Sam once again did their degrading 'Introduction to a slut,' before the free for all began. 'Grope my tits,' I asked one of the first to venture near. ' Please? I need someone to play with them now.' When someone tentatively placed a hand on my hairy pussy I again encouraged them, as I had been instructed. 'Stick your finger right in. Push it right up my dirty cunt. That's it. Right in. Is it wet?' I could see that my begging had the desired effect on Sam, Mike and all the others watching. It was apparent they were getting massive hard-ons. 'Your dripping. You are a dirty bitch, aren't you? 'Yes, yes, I am.' With my breasts fondled and my pussy stimulated, I could once again feel a massive surge of orgasm build up within me. As on so many previous occasions, I knew that no matter what I did, I would be unable to control the surge of sexual pleasure that was about to explode inside me. 'Grab my pussy!' I said forcefully. The young man with his finger inside me looked up, bemused by my sudden request. 'Grasp my bush and pull it tight.' Still no comprehension. Mike knew what I needed and stepped in to assist. He could see what was about to happen. He'd seen it all many times before. Mike also knew that adding a bit of pain would make my orgasm that little extra special for me. Almost pushing the young man out of the way, he grabbed my hairy pussy tightly and pulled hard. This sudden sharp shock was just what I required to take me entirely over the edge and into a full-on orgasm that seemed to last for several minutes. I trembled violently, and my body began to perspire freely. I did a little excited march on the spot as I once again let the ropes take my weight. 'Ahhhrggh, Ohhhhhh, flip me!' I called out while closing my eyes to savour every moment. 'Whats happened?' one of the new starters questioned in alarm. 'She's just orgasmed,' Sam explained. 'You know how us men cum and fire our load? Well, women do things slightly differently, just like you saw.' 'Wow! I thought only men enjoyed sex,' the younger student replied, 'Mind you, I've never yet fucked a woman. This is the first time I've ever seen one in the nude in real life.' 'Here,' Sam interjected, 'Try some whipped cream on her.' 'What for?' 'She tastes better with a helping of whipped cream.' 'What do we do with it?' 'Place it on her breasts and lick it off. Fill her mouth, pussy or bum crack. The choice is yours.' The last ten minutes saw my breast covered in whipped cream that was then hastily licked off, providing a new delight to the young men and causing my nipples to harden. Mike and Sam encouraged someone to push the can's nozzle up my pussy and release the remaining contents into my cunt to finish the session. There was much laughter as everyone eagerly watched the cream ooze from my pussy and drip onto my legs. Mike and Sam decided I needed to wear a very short lycra like dress that just covered my bum for the next group. For the third and final group of the first day, I nipped back to my room on the campus and retrieved a short, tight-fitting sexy red dress that I thought would do the trick. 'Brilliant, Rach, you'll just have to wear it without the straps over the shoulders.' 'Why?' 'Because if we tie your hands above your head as we did this morning, the straps will stop us pulling the dress down to reveal your tits.' I could see the logic of their argument. 'I think it's tight enough to stay up if we tuck the little straps down the inside,' I conceded. 'Either that or we cut the straps off,' Sam responded. 'You're not doing that,' I retorted in a shocked manner, 'It's a pretty expensive dress.' 'I was only joking. I think it will work well. We can give a little snatch of pussy and arse at the right time and, of course, show off those tiny tits.' 'You have never complained about them being too small when you have sucked them,' I retorted cheekily. 'True, true,' Sam replied, 'But I need to keep up the pretence for this afternoons crowd.' 'I think it would be good for me to wear some knickers,' I suggested, 'I always get wet when someone pulls them down. What do you think?' 'It's okay with me. I'll use my snooker cue to hook inside and lower them. It might add to the fun.' 'Great,' I replied smiling, 'I've brought these.' Same and Mike both looked at me aghast as I produced the smallest pair of thongs out of my bag. 'Good grief, Rach. What's that?' 'A thong,' 'But it won't cover anything up!' 'Oh, sorry. Did you want it to?' 'Yes, err well no.' 'So what's wrong with it?' I questioned naughtily. 'It's just... that it's a little... a bit... sort of on the small side,' Mike joined in, trying to articulate what both Sam and he were thinking. 'But that's surely the point of it,' I explained, 'That's why I brought it in the first place. Its sort of covering, revealing and provocative all in one.' 'It's certainly revealing and provocative,' Sam retorted, 'But not too much covering taking place.' The thong was finally agreed. Freshers Week Frolics Pt. 02 I continue providing sensual introductions to new starters. When the time arrived, fourteen young men had turned up, and I, led by Sam, paraded into the room in my new short, sexy and subtle red dress. It was so petite and my legs so long that it left little to the imagination even wearing the thong. Thankfully, although not designed to be worn without shoulder straps, the top stayed in place as somebody once again bound my hands above my head. 'Thank you for booking a place into this induction course to the female anatomy. We, students and our lecturers alike, want you to enjoy your time here. There are, however, great dangers. Today we point out one of the biggest you will encounter.' 'My sisters bigger up top than that girl,' one of the new intakes chipped in cheekily. 'I didn't mean bigger in assets,' Mike answered quickly, obviously trying to control a chuckle. 'I mean the biggest danger to your health, wealth and wellbeing. I am going to show you around a typical University whore. This one is very typical because she's the only one on campus. At least we have not caught any others.' 'How do you catch one?' the same voice spoke out again as I tried to suppress a giggle under my paper bag covering. 'Catch one?' Mike repeated, utterly thrown off his stride. 'Yes, you said you hadn't caught any others. How do you catch whores?' 'Ah. Got you,' Mike replied as if the light of inspiration had just dawned on him. 'Yes, we set a trap. Just like catching a Rat. Both Rats and whores, like this one, are vermin. You just need the bait.' Even I knew that Mike was stalling for time and waffling as he waited for inspiration. 'What bait?' 'That's Sam's department. He'll explain later,' Mike answered a little curtly. 'Now back to this specimen before us.' 'But how do you catch one?' The voice enquired again. I heard Mike let out a short groan, and I could picture him rolling his eyes. 'It takes a few strong young men, plenty of cock, a mixture of cum and lots of cunning to catch a Cunt,' Sam interjected quickly and cleverly. 'Oh,' I heard the voice respond, 'But how do you do it?' 'Do what?' Sam replied, seemingly as lost by the question as Mike had been. 'Catch a Cunt?' I wanted to stuff something in my mouth to hold off a fit of giggles. It was so funny listening to the back and fro exchange. I must have made some interesting noises hidden under my bag.' 'Is your specimen alright?' The same voice perked up again. 'Yes, yes, I'm sure it's fine.' 'Is it not a she?' Now I did burst out, unable to control my sense of humour any further. 'Please, will you let me complete my introduction without further interruption?' Mike replied, clearly becoming annoyed by whoever the upstart was. 'Whores, Sluts, Cunts, Prostitutes, call them what you will are a more significant danger to you young men than drugs and drink combined. They will subtly lead you into paths of sexual deviance and debauchery.' 'Is this an official lecture?' the same voice piped up again. 'Oh shut up, will you and let him get on,' another voice that I did not recognise responded. 'Sorry. I was just asking.' 'Well, keep quiet. It's obvious this is not an official lecture. If it were, it would be on the campus, not in a house like this. I want to see more of the female anatomy.' 'Thank you,' Mike added as I felt his snooker cue brush against my right thigh as it lifted my dress so that everyone could see the thatch of my bush inadequately hidden behind my thong.' 'Hairy Beaver, this one,' Mike continued, 'They are not all like this, but most are. Unkept, unclean and uncaring. Look at that. It's filthy.' His cue caught the string that was the side of my thong and commenced to pull it down, revealing my gloriously natural pussy in all its vivid hairy detail. 'Trying to fuck that would have the same effect as trying to make love to a piece of sandpaper.' Suddenly, and unexpectedly, Mike flicked the end of his cue up between my legs. It hit home perfectly as I screamed in pain. 'Best thing for something like this. Let her know what we think of such filth. I now felt the cue touch the bottom of my chin and follow my neck to rest on top of my dress. 'Nothing much to see here, but we might as well take a look, so you recognise a whore next time you see one.' The cue pushed on the top of my dress to reveal my tiny tits. 'Fuck me, are you going to stip her totally nude,' someone piped up. 'That's the general idea. We want you to recognise one of these things if it ever tries to seduce you.' 'She looks pretty sexy to me. Do we get to see her face?' 'All in good time,' Mike responded. He prodded my nipple hard. 'Look at these. It would call them tits. We call them pimples. Even pimple is too good a word for such pathetic little rashes.' He carefully moved his cue around my nipple so that it reacted. It did, standing out and becoming firm. 'See how easy it can beguile you?' 'I bet she has an ugly face under that bag even if her body is fuckin sexy.' 'This is an ugly cow from head to toe,' Mike commented as he positioned his cue to flick the bag off my head, 'There is nothing sexy about it at all.' With a quick flick, he deftly lifted the bag off my head as though it was an everyday occurrence. I was most impressed as I looked into the faces of those who had come to attend the lecture on female anatomy. 'Wow, wee,' someone said, 'She's fucking gorgeous. If she's a whore can we fuck her?' Mike sighed deeply, 'What have we just been warning you about? The dangers of things like this. Looks are very deceptive. You jump into bed with this, and you don't know what she has concealed in that hairy twat between her legs.' 'Pussy,' the voice I recognised piped up. 'What? Mike asked. 'Pussy. I bet she has pussy hidden between her legs.' 'I do,' I interjected to help avoid further embarrassment and possible confrontation. 'Would you like a feel. Come and see if there is anything else hidden down there.' The young man visibly blushed as the others with him egged him on to come up to me and have a feel of my pussy. Eventually, he made his way towards me, fixing his eyes rigidly upon my breasts. When he was close enough, he tentatively reached out with his hand and stroked my hairy mound as if it were a Guinea Pig or some other small furry creature. 'Fuck you,' he exploded, withdrawing his hand as if I'd bitten him, 'She's soaking wet.' This announcement signalled the commencement of another hour-long free for all as the crowd explored every intricate part of the slut suspended before them. Fingers pushed deep into my pussy and as far up my arse as they could go. This group especially seemed to enjoy exploring my bum and then proffering their fingers to be cleaned in my mouth. 'Are you really a whore?' One of them asked. 'How much are you willing to pay to find out?' I answered quickly and seductively. Five or six of the guys told Mike or Sam that they had never seen a real nude woman before. Therefore, they were doubly excited not only to see one but to get to grips with one. When their allotted hour was up, several asked when I'd be available to service their needs in a more personal manner. I knew that there would be plenty of requests for sexual favours coming in my direction when I was recognised around the university precincts. Such thoughts of exciting anticipation ran through my mind as I lay in bed that night, contemplating our 'little show' and anticipating how the second day would pan out. Due to the popular demand for the 'Female Anatomy' lecture, every place was filled for the three planned 'shows' the next day. Word had clearly passed around that the spectacle was worth attending. Sam's phone rang almost continually with new requests to attend. The format ran the same as the previous day. Sam or Mike provided a detailed, intricate and humiliating introduction followed by my unveiling and then an hours groping session. Thankfully neither man suffered another series of interruptions quite as interesting or intense as had occurred on our third session. Mike and Sam, however, had, once again, added a couple of ingenious surprises to the second day's events without informing me. The first meeting went as had all the rest, with the participants leaving, hopefully, a little excited having been able to handle and see the female anatomy on display. I could imagine a few of the new arrivals struggling to control their manhood as they fought to escape the confines of briefs hidden behind jeans and chinos. After introducing me to the second group of the day in their usual demeaning and raucous way, I had a shock as Sam passed a bottle of Baby Oil to the assembled 'guests.' 'A sure way to tell a sure slut is to apply this all over its body. If it turns shiny, it's a genuine one hundred per cent slut,' he announced pompously. 'Here,' he said, handing the bottle to one of the young men, 'Pour it on your hand and rub it all over it.' 'Everywhere?' the recipient questioned unbelievingly. 'Oh yes, everywhere and anywhere. Put plenty on. Rub it on its tits, up its fanny, over its arse and, if you want, through its hair. The more you put on, the more acuate will be the result.' The newbie stepped forward and commenced to apply a liberal application to my breasts. This action was the catalyst for others to surge forward, seeking the bottle so that they could join in the fun of coating me in sweet-smelling Baby Oil. I closed my eyes to protect them as the young men squirted oil over my head and eager hands rubbed the liquid through my hair and over my face. 'Look,' I heard Sam say, 'It's a slut, alright. See how shiny Its skin is?' 'I bet that happens to anyone you put this on,' someone answered. 'No. No. Only sluts, whores, tarts and prostitutes shine like this. Try it yourselves on your girlfriends sometime.' I smiled to myself as I imagined the possibility of one or two of these young me being garrulous enough to believe what they were told and then have doubts about any ladyfriends they encountered. The assembled crowd took great delight in ensuring my skin was covered as they emptied the bottle. Fingers 'strayed' into my pussy, bum hole and mouth as this new activity brought sensual excitement to those caressing my naked body. The smell of the oil, the pleasant feeling of being massaged and the knowledge that such activities were causing cocks to harden resulted in me experiencing another deep and delightful orgasm. The young men stepped back, firstly in alarm and then in wonder, as they watched me tremble, shake and swing as the results of their labours caused my body to climax in an unstoppable surge of pleasure. I grunted, groaned and squeaked with unsurpassed joy as I swung on my rope bindings. The hour passed too quickly as I enjoyed the attention of fifteen pairs of hands rubbing, stroking, feeling, fingering and searching across my body. It was, to me, the most exciting of the five sessions we had conducted. I confess that all I wanted at the end was to lay back on a bed with my legs apart to be filled with their warm sticky cum. I knew, though, that was not an option, at least then. After showering and having lunch, we prepared for what I thought would be the final group of the day. 'Any more surprises planned for me?' I asked teasingly. 'You'll just have to wait and see.' 'I hope it's the baby oil again,' I hinted, 'That was a great idea.' 'So we noticed. We thought you enjoyed it far too much though. So we have another little additional entertainment planned next.' I waited in my red dress until I was for the sixth time in two days, led into the room to be humiliated, stripped and groped. After the usual introduction and explanation about things like me, a new way of discovering whores was introduced - rubber bands! 'You take one of these,' Sam was explaining, 'The longer, the better, and you flick it like this at any part of the body. Of course, the more sensitive areas of tits and cunt produce better and more definite results.' Sam took great delight in offering a practical demonstration by flicking the rubber band against my right nipple. As it hit, I sucked in deeply and let out a little scream of pain. 'That's what we are looking for,' Mike announced, taking over the commentary. 'Sluts squeak, Tarts tremble, and Whores wince at this treatment. Good girls will give no response at all. Here have a go.' To my astonishment, each of the fifteen attending the lecture was handed long thick rubber bands and told to use them anywhere on my body. I pulled myself taught as the first guy came closer and flicked towards my exposed tits catching one neatly along its side and causing me to smart. Others now took up position flicking at my tummy, thighs and bum, while one, with obviously more sadistic tendencies, enjoyed aiming at my cheeks. Eventually, after many of my little 'ouches,' 'Ohhhs,' 'Arrrghs,' and screams, someone decided there was one place that still required some attention. I was commanded to open my legs for him so he could aim for my clit. His direction and power were true as my cry of shock and pain testified to all in the room. Thankfully for me, Mike and Sam had already agreed on a limit of six to flick my pussy as they knew it would be sore. I am sure that those who fired their bands into my pussy enjoyed the spectacle of me dancing on the spot in response to their efforts. Looking back, I have often wondered how many of those who had their first limited experience of BDSM that day have since enjoyed more intense sessions as a result. As this group departed, leaving me with reddening patches across my body and stinging shafts of pain shooting from my nipples and pussy I breathed a sigh of relief that the two-day 'Female Anatomy' lectures were over. I was, therefore, a little surprised to discover that an extra one was planned. 'But Rach, you knew about it.' 'I didn't.' 'You did. Six sessions with fifteen a session equals ninety guys. You knew we had over a hundred requests.' 'Yes, but not all the spaces were filled yesterday,' I argued, somewhat miffed that I still had another session to perform that evening. 'Yes, but that was only a few places. We have to accommodate another twelve. Are you willing to do it or not?' 'Can't we do it tomorrow?' I questioned reasonably. 'No.' 'Why not?' 'Because we have told then seven o'clock this evening.' 'I wish you'd told me?' 'It was obvious, really. You just had to do the maths?' 'Maths?' 'Yes. Count the numbers. Six sessions of fifteen equal ninety guys. You are short of a hundred you knew wanted to come. Plus, you heard the phone ringing today with others asking to attend.' 'Okay, okay,' I smiled, resigned to another final display of my body, 'I'll do it.' 'One more thing, Rach, we will have another little surprise.' 'What?' 'That would be telling.' 'The first one was a bit too much of a surprise. I went from anonymity to notoriety in one second!' 'Yes, but you'll enjoy this one.' 'How do you know?' 'I just do.' 'I'd prefer to know. It's not women, is it?' 'No, Rach. It's all men. And we think you'll like it a lot, just like the baby oil.' I sighed deeply and agreed, 'Alright, I'll do it. Has it to do with cold water or ice?' 'Stop trying to guess and just enjoy the experience.' As I waited to go from the bathroom into the bedroom, I listened intently at the bathroom door to try and ascertain what the 'surprise' planned might be. I was still none the wiser as I was led for the fourth time that day towards the hooks in the room where the guests were waiting. I still wore my tight-fitting short and sexy red dress. It had proved popular all day, displaying my long legs and providing easy accessibility to my breasts, bum and pussy. I still had not a clue what awaited me as Sam began his introduction. 'Good evening, fellow students, pen pushers, scholars, undergraduates and learners,' he commenced in what I thought was a somewhat over the top introduction. 'Welcome to university life. What a privilege we all have to start on a career path to our chosen profession. Life here should be fun, fulfilling and friendly; however, you need to be on the lookout for danger. As you can see on the walls around the room and standing before you, we have a white whore. These are dangerous things to get to know. Therefore let me expose the hazards associated with white whores and pink pussies.' I frowned inside my paper bag. It was the first time either Sam or Mike had addressed me as a white whore. I had never heard either man call my pussy pink either. I knew that these terms must have some significance but was initially unable to put two and two together to discover what was going on. 'This species is inadequate in every way, as you will discover. Its got no tits, hides its cunt, has an arsehole too small for use and a face just as ugly as the backside of an overweight pig. Those of us with knowledge of such things want to warn you that this specimen is poisonous, rabid, absolute vermin and should be avoided at all costs. Look out for its soft pale skin, slutty red smile and seductive white woman's speech.' As I listened, still waiting for my face to be revealed, I thought Mike was overdoing the alliteration that night. Then suddenly, it hit me like a bolt from the blue or a bullet from a gun. I took in a sharp breath as I realised for the first time just what the surprise was. All these references to my colour meant one thing. Sam and Mike were introducing to a group of black students. As my friends slowly stripped me of my clothing and dignity, I could feel a twinge of panic along with excitement creeping through my body. I had no idea how I would react when they removed the bag covering my head. I had often wondered how I would enjoy, what I had discovered was called Big Black Cock. Although I knew I would not be fucked by these men, I would experience their touch first hand. When Sam finally lifted the bag from my head, I was not surprised to discover that my guess had been correct. Standing around the walls of the room with their eyes fixed intently on my by now naked body were twelve young black men. 'Please help yourself to the slutty form now displayed in all its miserable shame before you. Once you feel how pathetic its tits are, how dirty is its shitter and how well worn is its cunt, you will never desire to touch a white whore again.' 'I've always fancied fucking a white bitch,' one of the guests commended as he walked up to me to take a closer look. 'That's not allowed today. The whole point of this lecture was to warn you about the dangers of such creatures.' 'Ever had black cock in your pussy cunt?' One of the young men asked, looking in my direction. 'No, I haven't,' I answered truthfully. 'Would you like to try it, cunt?' 'Of course, I would,' I jested seductively, 'Untie me, take me to the next room and let's see how much better you are than this white trash I knock about with.' 'Wait a minute slut,' Mike interjected dramatically, 'Who do you think you are, you disgusting little cunt. These young men are far above your schemes, tricks and traps. None of them would lower themselves to your level to fuck you.' I turned to the young men and asked, 'Any of you willing to be the first BBC to shag this piece of white fuckmeat?' I knew that nobody would want to take me up on such a ludicrous offer on the spur of the moment. I was on safe ground. My request seemed to stun the room into a momentary silence until one of the visitors answered, 'I'd love you to give me a blowjob.' 'I wouldn't advise it,' Sam responded. 'As with most things, she, or rather it is useless at blowjobs. If, however, you want this vile creature's lips wrapped around your precious manhood, we will gladly arrange it.' Now it was my turn to become quiet. We had agreed to no sex during these sessions. As far as I knew, blowjobs were sexual practices. The sound of people talking brought me back to my senses. 'If we ask it, I'm sure it will oblige a little BJ, won't it?' Mike stated, looking in my direction. 'Listen, you dirty cow; this handsome young man wants you to perform oral sex on him. Why he wants filthy lips like yours wrapped around his fine rod, we have no idea. There is no accounting for taste. Once he gets a flavour of pink pig, he will know how vile things like you are. Will you give him what he wants?' I remained stationary, totally nude, hands still bound above my head, looking at the one who had made the request. This was new, totally new. I had fantasised about big black cock but never really thought anything would ever happen. Now here I was being asked to give a blow job to my first black man. It was a surreal moment as I nodded my acquiescence. Sam untied the ropes from the hooks in the ceiling but left them attached to my wrists. This still provided a little bit of a sense of my being a slave. I dropped to my knees and, reaching out, took hold of the fly on the trousers of the guy who had requested I give him oral sex. I pulled his now throbbing cock out, holding it like some expensive diamond in my hands. I knew what I had to do, but fear or a pang of anxiety swept through me as I contemplated my next action. 'Get on with it, Cow,' Mike ordered like a major sending his men to war, 'Don't keep these fine men waiting, or I'll personally belt you.' I knew that he would have done too and enjoyed every moment of my suffering. I opened my mouth and commenced providing the required blow job. Strangely the skin felt similar to all the other cocks I had previously accommodated during my two years at University. I rolled my tongue along the stiff shaft trying to gauge any difference in texture from white cock. Perhaps the skin felt a little tougher and slightly rougher than white cock. The slight texture change certainly excited me. The other young men stood around and released their cocks from their denim prisons, ready and expectant. Hands guided mine to provide the necessary stimulation of hard expectant dicks as I worked away with the first in my mouth. Other hands strayed to my breasts, massaging them and twisting my nipples. Suddenly the first entrant to my mouth pulled out and fired his load directly onto my forehead and across the bridge of my nose. I received quite a shock as its powerful force caught me full on. Within seconds his cock had been replaced by another, seeking my lips to wrap around its long hard form. This entrant was a little more forceful as he took hold of the back of my head to assist me in my efforts to give him maximum pleasure. His actions seemed to reap early dividends as he pulled out to splatter his load across the side of my cheek and into my hair. Meanwhile, I could feel the two I was vigorously massaging in my hands were about to explode over me. Almost simultaneously, both loads of cum fired in my direction, splattering against my ear on one side and cheek on the other. I had done Bukkake's before but only on a limited scale of two or three. This was my first big Bukkake, and it would be a Big Black Bukkake. As the time continued, I became stickier and messier as more gluey white cum from hard throbbing black cocks covered my face, chest and shoulders as one after another added their load to my head and body. 'This is the hottest thing I have ever done,' one of the young men stated as he stepped away from my sticky form. 'Have you never fucked a woman before?' another questioned him. 'No, I haven't. I never knew you could do this either.' 'You mean cover a woman like this.' 'No. I mean, I never knew I could get hard and ejaculate myself.' 'Have you never masturbated before?' 'What's that?' the young man questioned innocently. 'It's what you just did to the girl. Fired your load. Cummed. Ejaculated.' 'Oh. No, I've never done that before.' 'How did you do it now?' 'I watched you and did what you all did,' he replied somewhat sheepishly. 'It was so hot. I want to do it again.' 'You'll have to wait.' 'Why?' 'Well, your kind of like a gun. You need time to reload and recharge before you can fire again.' 'Oh.' 'It can take up to an hour for some guys, but others can be ready again in less than fifteen minutes. It all depends on how turned on they are.' His friend explained. 'I'm plenty turned on, man. I'd love to fuck her up her pink cunt. She's a fucking hot white bitch ain't she?' 'Tell you what,' Mike interjected, 'We will keep her here until you are all ready to fire another load over her if you wish. How does that sound?' From my sticky face, I tried to get Mikes attention to give him 'THE EYE' that I thought he was taking a little advantage. However, it was already apparent that his generous offer had been readily accepted. After a break of only five minutes, which included more general feeling, groping and pinching, the first hardened cock was proffered to my mouth for sucking. I knew I had to get back to work. Just over half an hour later, I had been plastered in a second helping of hot sticky cum from each of the 'hot' black men. Once the firing had finished, Sam commanded me to stand. My hands were untied, and I was asked to rub the gooey substance through my hair over my tits and across my bushy twat. Once I had completed this job to everyone's satisfaction, I had to lick my hands clean. This was something that brought great admiration from the new black students, most of whom had just enjoyed the delights of a white slut for the first time. 'Fuck me, she's a dirty bitch,' one of them commented. 'Is she available to be fucked any other time? I want pink pussy.' 'Me too!' 'The whole point of this evenings meeting was to warn against such dangers as this thing,' Sam responded emphatically. 'We were trying to caution you of the great risks of such a beast.' Ignoring Sam completely, one of the lads addressed me directly, 'Any time you want big black cock, just ask. We'll be ready for you.' When eventually, long after their allotted hour had passed, they departed, I lay sticky, smelly and exhausted on the floor. It was only then that I fully thought through the ramifications of my actions. 'How will I walk around the campus tomorrow after these two days?' I questioned seriously. 'You'll be the 'Belle of the Ball,' Mike informed me. Now they know how damned sexy you are, they will be swooning after you. You will have offers of more cock than you could ever manage, you'll see.' He was right too as guys approached me in the library, common room, refectory and even put notes under my door. I was texed, phoned and walked by fellow students wanting to get me 'laid' in one way or another. My 'Freshers' introduction to university life certainly spiced up my days on campus as I decided who I should let sleep with me and who I should pass over. Such choices were tough, with so much talent available. For a few months following gangbangs, trains and group sex became a more regular part of my life as I took full advantage of being an attractive, willing and open young slut to the male population. I was discovering that University life was, in my case, laid back and very filling!

Florence My Exhibisionism by flortheexhi Chapter1 My desires started when I was around 15. I had a brother, Josh, and two sisters, Ellen and Rose. We all lived together and had our own rooms. We kind of got along with one another quiet well. Our parents were very conservative and we didn’t really share our feelings and emotions much around the house. Josh was a kind and loving brother who was was two years younger than me. He was also in the canoeing club and was rather athletic. He was good with the computer and helped my dad when an electronic appliance needed repairing. While Ellen had a cheerleader’s body with a tight ass and breast that were firm and pointed straight out from her tight, tanned body. She was also a bitch and likes to boss everybody around as she is the eldest. She was a popular girl in school and god know how many boyfriends she already had. Fortunately, she was studying law in university now and she only comes back home every now and then to visit us. Rose on the other hand was only a year older than me and was a sister that I envied and tried to model after. Rose was good with her studies and had a gorgeous body and figure. She was the sister that I could share my thoughts and feelings with except for my own sexual fantasies. She was very understanding and often she would help me with my work. Well, that is left with me. I have firm breasts with small, dark areola and small nipples. I don’t tan much, so my skin was pretty pale. I had a small built body and had proportionally long legs. I wasn’t really popular at school and spent most of my free time quietly reading and studying. So, the first trigger to the chain of events started when I was taking a shower at home after school. There was nobody at home at that point in time as both my parents were working in offices in town from nine to five. Josh was at the nearby lake practicing with his canoeing club. His training was extremely taxing until there was a point in time that he needed to train everyday after school till seven. While Rose was at her friends house for some project work. Our house had a fairly large backyard that received quiet a bit of sunlight during the day, so my mother would dry our laundry at the backyard. After I had finish my shower, I realized that my towel was not hanging at the usual place in the bathroom. “Damn,” I told myself. My mother must have taken it to wash and it must be at the backyard drying. I opened my bathroom door slightly enough to allow me to stick my head out to see if there was anybody out in the hallway, which obviously no one was. My long hair was extremely wet and was dripping all over my body. I opened my bathroom door wider and crept cautiously and slowly down the hallway and down the stair to the first floor. Even though I knew I couldn't be seen by anyone, something about just being naked where I shouldn't be had me excited. My nipples were hard and it wasn't from the cold shower. I tiptoed, I don't know why, but I literally tiptoed the distance through the hallway to the bottom of the stairs and to the backdoor. I was standing behind the last wall that shield me from the outside world. I looked through the eyepiece on the backdoor and I saw all the towels outside crisp and dry with nobody at my lawn. Once again, I twisted the door knob and took a peep at my neighbor’s lawn and their windows. Lucky me, they were all out. I planned out my strategy, I would rush out in the direction of my towel and grab it. Quickly I would rush back into my house. No one will be able to catch me. The thought of it made my pussy slightly damp and my nipples even harder. I counted down from three in my mind. Three, two, one! I sprinted straight at my towel which was not more that 10 feet away. The cold autumn air brushed against my breast as I ran. I grabbed it! I twisted myself and ran straight back towards the door. “Bang!” the door slammed behind me as I entered the house. I laid panting on the backyard door. I was safe now. I let a sigh of relief escape my mouth. However, my heart was still pumping fast, I was on an adrenaline rush! I didn’t even bother to wrap the towel around my body and ran back to my bathroom. Though I had finished my shower, I had not satisfied the needs of my entire body yet. I laid in the tub and started to finger myself. I was cumming harder than I did in the past. As I reached my climax, my whole back arched and I orgasmed. That felt so good. I laid there for a couple of minutes. Ah.., what a wonderful showering experience. From than on, I needed to do more risky things to satisfy my needs. After school I would make sure that nobody was around at home first. Then I would strip down to my bare and naked body at the hallway and parade around the house while getting my stuff around. Even though my family was not around, my heart was still beating like I was running a marathon. All the nervousness of getting caught drove me mad and excited. However, being naked in the house started to become boring and comfortable. Next, when nobody was around I would lay down on the living room floor and masturbate and cum all over the floor and lick them up after I was done. After which I got even more daring and went into Ellen’s bedroom which had a large tinted window facing the backyard. I fingered myself on the ledge in the bright afternoon for everybody outside to see if they looked hard enough when I was alone at home. After a while of experimenting around the house, I had been naked in every room in the house, including the basement and all the bedrooms, and would stay naked pretty much the entire time I was alone. I had also touch every bit of the house with my bare breast. By now even leaning naked on the clear glass window facing the streets during the day time wasn't giving me much of a excitement like before. There was once which when I was vacuuming the floor and it felt so powerful. So I decided to put the nozzle of the vacuum to my pussy and the suction was so intense that I almost climaxed immediately in the living room. When I orgasmed, the cum when straight down the tube and it short circuit the vacuum cleaner. When my parents found out the vacuum was spoilt, I told them that I had spill some water on it and had forgotten to tell them then, but in reality I think I might have had pissed into the tube a little due to the strong suction. Thinking about this now still makes me hot and excited. Once, I was doing my school work on my second floor bedroom naked as nobody was home yet. When suddenly a strong gust of wind came from behind and blew a stack of worksheets out of the window. I looked out of the window to get a better look and saw my work scattered all over the whole lawn. I ran down the stairs to the door. I almost went out the door naked, without even thinking much about it. Nudity had become a natural state for me when I was by myself. I went outside to pick up the worksheet that was closest to me. The thrill of being naked was coming back to me again and I knew the way to more excitement was to go out into the open like the first time, naked. However, this time was different from the first as it was not just one object to pick that I could just grab and go. This time, my stuff was all over the place, I would need to spend at least half a minute to pick up all the worksheets. I rapidly scamper around to pick up the pieces of paper. With one hand that is holding onto the worksheet covering my exposed nipples while the other pick up the papers. Whenever I bent down to pick up a piece of work, my ass would be pointed up for everyone in the area to see. My nipples grew steadily harder and stiffer. It was broad daylight and there was a chance that one of the neighbors would see me. I quickly bottled up that thought and ran back into my house when I was done. This time I did not slam the door shut when I entered, I turned back and checked if there was any neighbors spying on me. I looked at both sides and there were none. Another close one. I placed the worksheets in a pile on the floor and all the excitement from just now was heating me up and my heart was still beating fast from just now. I opened the backdoor again and squatted there and masturbated on the spot. The neighbor could not see me from here but the sight of the green grass in front of me turned me on and I orgasmed and cummed all over the grass outside. It was an entirely new experience masturbating in the open like that. I decided that I will find a way to sneak out of the house without anybody knowing and being able to see me. That day came the following friday when I had forgotten to bring my umbrella to school and ran all the way home in the pouring rain. I did not really cared about my books in my bag as my bag was waterproof. When I had reached home I was completely drenched. My clothes were stuck to my skin and you could see the outline of my light blue bra through my shirt. That really turned me on. I detoured around the house not wanting to wet the house to the backyard. I threw my school bag at the door and laid down on the grass. I flipped up my skirt and tugged my panties aside and I finger myself in the rain. The rain was pouring so heavily that it formed a thick mist. I could not see the walls of my neighbor’s house so I safely assume that the could not see me. In the rain, I orgasmed three times. I was so adrenalized and gratified while exhausted that I laid in the rain and tease my erected nipples with my hands. Cupping them at the same time. I managed to climax one more time and I was so pleased and wore out that I could just lay there and sleep. However, my parents and sibling were coming home soon and I did not want them to catch me so I stood up and let the rain wash away the dirt on my back and walked to the door. My jaw fell open when I opened the backdoor. My sister, Rose was standing behind the door and was peeping through the eye piece and saw the whole thing. I had forgotten to check who was in the house and was too eager that I overlooked the possibility that somebody maybe at home. Her face wasn’t mad or anything like that but she gave me a stern look. “Hey! Florence. It is not a good idea to be masturbating in the rain like that, you might catch a cold.”she expressed her concerns for me as she grabbed a rag from the kitchen and dried my hair. It was the first time we ever talked about anything sex related even though I told her almost everything I knew, this was the only thing I kept private to myself. “Erm...Rose... Could you not tell mum and dad about this?” I asked and I blushed from the embarrassing act that I just did. Rose kept a straight face and replied,“Definitely little sis. It will be our very own secret.” “Quickly, go take a warm shower and meet me at my bedroom. I don’t want you to catch a cold. See you later, Florence,” Rose instructed. “Oh yes! One more thing, why don’t you take off all those wet clothing on you here and put it in the watching machine over there. You don’t want to wet the house right?” Said Rose. “But Rose! How can I strip in front of you, it is wrong!” I countered. “Oh come on. I saw you finger fucking yourself just now in the open, isn’t that worse? I will help you,” Rose said bluntly. It was the first time, I heard my sister even use a swear word. My impression of her being a well mannered and gentle girl was shattered. I was shocked and decided to follow her instructions. Rose helped me pull my damp shirt over my neck and once it had covered my face and my arms were trapped, she pushed me back towards the backdoor and groped my right breast through my bra. He placed her mouth next to my ear and whispered,“I know you have some sexual fantasies about exhibitionism and what you did out there was really hot. I loved it. You really turn me on little sis.” She took of the shirt and tossed it in the washing machine and pulled down my bra to reveal my right breast. “Florence, what gorgeous nipples you have!” She lowered her head and sucked onto my harden right nipple. She even nibbled on it. I let out a moan as she suck on my right nipple while groping my other breast. This was heavenly! I collapse onto the floor from all the ecstasy, my sister followed me down and continued sucking on my nipple. It was extremely arousing and exciting. Just when I was about to climax, my sister heard the changing breaths and stop what she was doing and slapped my breast gently and said,“You love it don’t you. Take off the rest of your clothes and shower with hot water. Meet me at my room, we might have some time for one more, before mum and dad comes home.” I unclipped my bra and slid off my skirt and panties and threw them into the washing machine. Just when I was going to run up to my shower, Rose smacked me lightly on my ass cheek an giggled,“Small, firm and cute ass you have, can’t wait to use it!” I cheeks turned beet red and was blushing again and ran off. In the shower, I forwent my cumming session and showered speedily. When I moved my shower curtains away, I realized my clothes were missing, Rose must have taken it when I was showering! I managed to dry myself with my towel. I opened the bathroom door and peeked outside, there was nobody there. I made up my mind that since only my sister was back I would not need to hide my body as she had already seen it. I left my towel behind instead of covering myself with it. Rose’s room was the furthest away from the common bathroom and it was next to the stairs. When I was taking my time to stroll to Rose’s room, I heard my mother’s voice, “Girls! I am home! Dad and Josh will be home late today so we will be having dinner first.” I panicked, fearing that my mother would catch me walking nude in the house. I had a mad dash to Rose’s room and tried to open the door. It was locked! I knocked on the door furiously while trying not to make too much noise that will attract my mother’s attention. Then I had my mother’s voice again,“I will be changing first before I cook dinner.” OMG went through my head, my mother is coming up stairs, I will definitely get caught. I thought of running back to my room but it is too far away and my mother would probably catch me before I could open the door in time. Without warning, Rose’s door opened and her hand sprung out to drag me in. She closed and locked the door immediately after that. It was such a close call, I almost got caught by my mother. In my sister’s room, I sat with by bare bottom on the ground panting and sweating all over my body. She looked at me with her large blue eyes and commented,“My little sis sure looks cute when she is shocked and all nervous.” She giggled at the same time. “Rose. Rose. Don’t you ever do that again. I could have been slaughtered by mum.” I told her as I caught my breath. “Well you look perfectly attired for what we are going to do next!” Rose took off her red cotton top, revealing no bra underneath. I stared at her at here large firm symmetrical breast. She took off her short pants and again no panties inside. Her smooth hairless pussy glowed in front of me. “Hey Florence you better go shave your pussy. Then it will look as nice as mine.” Then Rose asked me,“have you tried sixty-nine before?” I shook my head and gave her a confused look. “Ok, let me show you, first lie on my bed over there and the rest is really self explanatory” I crawled onto her bed and and Rose crawled onto me facing the opposite direction. I was very confused at first. However, once dug her face into my pussy, I knew how this worked. I had never seen another female’s genitals before and I just probe my tongue into my slit. Slowly I got the pace and the rhythm. Before long, both of us reached our climax together and cummed into each other’s mouth. I sucked onto the pussy juice. It was nothing like mine. It was slight sweet and it reminder me of nectar. My mother knocked on the door calling us to come out for dinner. My sister got up and started to wear her clothes. For awhile I could not find mine. But after I had found mine in a neat pile tucked in a corner of the room, Rose had finished changing hers. As I wore my clothes, Rose groped and teased my nipples and she also had a finger in my pussy rubbing against my clit. I felt like I was going to orgasm again when my mother knocked on the door again and shouted,“What is taking you girls so long! Dinner is getting cold.” Rose stopped playing with me and allowed me to wear my clothes. That night was the first time I had ever touched or played with another girl. It was truly exciting! Now I had someone to share my sexual fantasies with! That night after dinner, I went back with Rose to her room. In her room, we sat on her bed cross-legged facing each other. Rose asked me about my nudity adventure and I told her all about it. As I told her, she slowly slid one hand into her pants and another under her shirt. Rose masturbated while I narrated my stories. After I was done, Rose suggested,“Florence, how about we go out tonight together since it is Friday and tomorrow we don’t have school!” Her suggestion sounded great. That night we agreed to meet at the backdoor at one after midnight after all our family members had fallen asleep. Around eleven pm, the majority of the house was already dark and my parents and my brother, Josh were in the bedrooms minding their own business. At around twelve midnight, I took another peep outside my door and saw that their have switchde off the bed lights. The excitement was starting to build inside of me. 1 more hour I told myself. I turned off my bed lights too, wanting not to get caught staying up so late at night. That one hour crawled slowly as I waited on my bed. When I checked my watch, it showed one. I turned my door knob slowly and quietly and crept out of my room and closed it quietly again. I tiptoed my way to the staircase and next to Rose’s room. I placed my ear lightly on the door to listen for any sound. There were none, she must have went down a bit earlier than planned. I tiptoed the rest of my journey down the stairs and once I was at the bottom of the stairs I could see my sister standing at the door. Once I was at the door, I asked Rose,“So? What is the plan for tonight’s event?” “Let’s just strip nude first.” Both of us began to take off our shirt and pants together. It felt even more erotic than before as I strip with my sister next to me. My heart started to beat even faster as it sensed a start of an trilling journey. We where all bare except for a watch on my arm to keep track of time. We unlocked the backdoor and we were immediately surrounded by cool refreshing night air. Without warning, Rose groped both of my breast from behind and began teasing my erecting nipples. I gasped with surprise. I took a step back and used my back to rub against her firm breast. We stood there touching each other for awhile until Rose aroused me enough for me to have a mini-orgasm. I shook a little as the pleasure filled my body. We started to walk around the backyard and played with the plants there as if we were clothed during the day. My sister whispered loud enough for me to hear,“Hey look at me.” I turned around and saw Rose squatting by a 4 feet strawberry plant my mother had planted last spring and a stream of golden piss escaped her pussy. I looked on with amazement and got really turned on so I squatted down next to the plant I was closest with and did the same. It felt so natural and calming to piss in the open under the night sky. Before I was done pissing, I closed my eyes and rubbed my pussy with my hand. Oh it was so damn pleasurable and quite a fair bit of the the piss sprayed on my tights and torso. Rose walked up to me and said,“Wow, my dirty little sister pissing and masturbating at the same time.” I got up and we rolled around the grass, chased each other and masturbated each other for the rest of the night. We also did some other things like climbing up the apple tree which turned out to be really stupid as the insects started to climb all over our bodies. At about 5 the sky started to get a bit brighter even before the sun got up. We thought we better not that the risk of getting caught so we went back into our house. And used our clothes to clean and dry our dirty and sweaty bodies. We also played around for a while cleaning each other’s bodies. We threw our clothes into the washing machine and both of us dared each other to return back to our room naked. It was exciting as this was the first time I was naked in the house when my family was at home. We slowly crept up the stairs and down the hallway. We entered out room and I decided to sleep nude with out my night gown. That night we slept in till around 11 in the morning. Rose and I did this for next two to three Friday nights. During this time I had my first kiss with a girl and it was rather exciting. We also groped each other’s breast, tease and pinched each other’s nipples and fingered each other. We had plenty of fun. Being an exhibitionist alone was thrilling enough but now when there is two of us, it got a whole lot more stirring and the things we did also got more daring. Chapter 2 On a Sunday night, I stripped down to my bare and naked natural body. I took one last glance at my clock, it was one in the morning. We could go that night because school had closed for a week term break and we would not need to go to school for the whole week. Time to go down to meet Rose, my sister. I opened my door quietly and crept out. I closed it quietly again. As I tipped toed to the stairs, the cold, icy breeze erected my nipples. At the backdoor, Rose was already there, like me had already left her clothes in her room. “Hey, Florence. I am kind of bored of staying in the backyard, it is simply not thrilling anymore. How about we play in the front yard where there might be a chance of people catching a glimpse of our naked bodies?” “Sounds like a great idea to me. Let’s go.” Once we left the backdoor, we ran around like wild women. It felt so great to be free and open. We walked down the lawn to the front yard. In the front yard, we had a small walkway connecting our front door to the streets and 5 feet fence surrounding our front yard so it gave us a bit of security but I always thought how much can it help. My mother had planted shrubs around the front yard to make it more lively. It also gave us a place to hide if anything goes wrong. In the front yard it was slightly different from the back. It was more open and brighter as the street light could shine into our house. The excitement was coming back to me and I could see from Rose’s erected nipples, she was excited too! We started of with a 69 session on the grass as none of us could wait to jerk each other off. I laid onto of her this time and fingered her and licked her saccharine cunt. While I did that, Rose sucked and kissed my pussy and she also groped one of my breast and started teasing the nipple. The frosty cold air blew pass our nipples and that brought us to our climax. We orgasmed into each other’s face and some of the fluid dripped onto my breast. We got up and sat on the grass, looking and admiring each other’s bodies for a while. I got up first and started to wonder around the lawn when suddenly I felt a hot spray of liquid hit my back. Rose had lifted her hips up and was pissing at me. “Oh you!” I cry out. I turned around and pissed back at her. Warm sticky piss was on each other’s bodies. After the piss fight had ended, we laughed and giggled. I wiped some of the piss from my body using my hand and rubbed it on Rose’s body. She retaliated at me and both of us started to play with each other’s piss. Soon our bodies were covered with a layer of gleaming and shining liquid. “What should we do now Rose?” “Well, we can go for a stroll down our street together?” “Are you mad Rose? We will sure be caught and mum and dad will know about it. We will be so screwed!” “Oh come on Florence. It will be fun!” Rose gave a slight pat on my bottom “Let’s go” At the gate, we looked out. There was nobody in sight. Rose unlocked the gate and took a step out and looked around again. I followed Rose out of our house. The excitement was building inside of me again, I could feel my pussy wetting itself. Rose closed the gate behind us. Just then a car sped down the street. Both of us instantly crouched down. My heart was beating faster than it had ever beat before. Once we saw the car had passed, we looked at each other in the eye and laughed. “Oh my goodness, we almost got caught! Do you think he saw us?” I said. “I don’t know, but I don’t want to stay here and find out. Let’s begin our walk!” Both of us got up and got a good look around to make sure nobody and no cars were there. We decided to walk east of our house. We passed by 3 to 4 houses and some of them were still lit with people in. We stop by one and inside sat a guy around his 30s with his eyes glued to the television. To spice things up, we stood outside his lawn and waved with our arms up high to attract his attention. Rose pushed up her breast over the lawn fence and shook it back and forth. We stood there for about a minute or so and the guy didn’t even stir. We deduced that he either was sleeping or he is bloody interested with his show. Well, it was our first time attempting to flash our bodies in public. It was really hot and I started to get a little horny. Both of us stopped at a parked car and squatted in the shadows of the car and we started to jerk ourselves off. The thought of masturbating nude in the streets being completely vulnerable turned me on and I climaxed. My juices squirted from my pussy onto the cement pathway. I leaned back onto the car and relaxed while Rose jerked off. What a quiet night, not many cars or people passed by our area. After Rose jerked off, we took a stroll back home. Hand in hand, the nudist sisters walked down the streets. Instead of taking the usual path back, we chose to take the back alley, maybe it might be more interesting there. It was quiet a long detour, way longer than we had expected it to be. To our disappointment there were no exciting events that occurred. When approaching the last turn that led to our house, we saw a silhouette coming our way! Oh no, the person is so going to see us. We had to climb over our neighbor’s fence to avoid getting caught. Quickly, we lifted ourselves over the fence and we crouched behind the fence. We waited for the man to walk pass us but he lingered around the alley looking for something. In our neighbor’s backyard, there was a small pool in the centre and it was surrounded with grass and a few potted plants. Slowly, we crept along the back fence to the side fence that separated our house and our neighbor’s. Once we had reached the corner, we felt the fence shaking. We turned back and saw an old man covered with rags climbing over the fence we had just climbed. He was breaking in. Fortunately, the moon wasn’t bright and the whole lawn was dark. If we didn’t make a sound, we would not get caught. The tramp slowly took off his clothes and stripped himself to his undergarments and slowly submerged himself into the pool in the backyard. Rose and I squashed each other behind a small potted plant at the corner of the lawn. Our bodies were cramped side to side. Rose whispered,“Florence, we will wait here till that hobo leaves the lawn, if not he will spot us.” We huddled together and waited for the tramp to get out. He was just laying in the pool resting. In a small corner, it started to get a bit hot. Our whole body started to sweat a lot. Soon, we were covered with a layer of sticky sweat. My bottom started to get really uncomfortable sitting on the grass patch and so did Rose. The sky was getting brighter. Oh no it is going to be morning soon, I thought. It seem like there was no way of escape. We either get caught by the tramp now or later in the morning by the neighbors. Meanwhile, Our sweaty and sticky bodies rub against each other. The feeling of another girl’s body in contact with me really turned me on. We completely forgot what was happening and started to grope at each other’s bodies. With our bodies all over the other, it felt so erotic especially when we were in our neighbor’s lawn. I started to climb over Rose’s body and I kiss her on her lips. Two of us gave each other a passionate kiss with our tongues interlocking together. Our breast were rubbing against each other and our hips grinding together. Our intimate moment stopped when we heard “HEY! You bloody old tramp! Get the hell out of my pool!” We looked in the direction of the voice and saw Mr leenock, our neighbor rushing out of his house straight at the tramp who was grabbing all his clothes and trying to get out of the pool. “Florence, this is our chance to get out. While Mr leenock is furiously chasing that tramp away, we will climb over this fence and we will be back in our house.” Once Mr leenock started to drag the tramp out the front of his house, we climbed over the fence and back into our house. We almost got caught. Once we were in our backyard, we realized we were kind of dirty and smelt quiet bad. We went to unwind the water hose we had in the backyard and start to spray each other with it. Rose got hold of the hose first and turned the pressure to the highest and aim at my nipples and aroused my nipples. I used my hands to shield my nipples while I tried to grab the hose from Rose. We played with the hose until our bodies were sparkling clean and the whole lawn was completely wet as if it had just rained. Not wanting to wet the house, we ran around the lawn chasing each other to dry our bodies and our hair. Now the sun was in the horizon and the sky had a slight tinge of pink and was very much brighter. We retreated back into our house. Rose and I had one final kiss and we went back into our rooms. I was still very arouse when I recalled what we just did so I made myself cum before I went to sleep. Next morning, I woke up at around 11am still completely nude from last night. “Ah...” what a refreshing night and sleep I had. I wore my nightgown without my bra or panties underneath. I freshen up at the toilet and went down to the dining room. My mother was not at work and Rose was having her brunch. I greeted my mother and gave her a kiss on her cheek. Rose and I exchanged winks, reminding each other of the adventure last night. While my mother brought out my brunch, she said,“Florence, your eldest sis, Ellen is coming back later since the term break has arrived. Your dad is busy at work and Josh as canoeing practice today. So I have taken the day off from work and the 3 of us will be going to pick her up from the airport after lunch, so remember to be available for the rest of the day.” “Alright mum! I can’t wait to see her again,” I lied to my mother. In my mind I thought, damn that bitch is coming back.... Chapter 3 Today, my eldest sister, Ellen had a week long school break and was taking a flight back home. Rose, my sister a year older than me, and my mum and I when to meet Ellen at the airport. We had a light exchange and Ellen said she was going off to see a few old friends in town and will be back late that night. So, mum dropped her off at a subway on the way home and Rose and I spend the rest of the day at home. The day passed quickly and soon it was one in the morning. The house was dark and unlit. My parents and my younger brother, Josh had already went back to their rooms and were asleep. At the backdoor, I met Rose. Both of us had already left our clothes in our rooms and were completely nude and bare. We started with a bit of a warm up by 69ing in the backyard. The sky was starless and our neighbors’ rooms were not lit. On the grass, Rose crawled on top of me and started to eat my already wet pussy. I returned her back the favour and used my tongue to probe into her pussy and arouse her clit. Our hands roamed around to grope each other’s breasts and bottoms. Half-way through our 69 session in the cooling night, a bright flash came from the backdoor with a “click!”. I turned my head to the direction of the flash and saw Ellen with her iPhone in her hand. “Wow, my two sisters having sex in our backyard at night. How cute!” Oh no! We had completely forgotten that Ellen was back home. “Ellen, it is not what you think it is! We were just just..” stammered Rose. “Cut the crap. I saw the whole thing and I even have a photograph on my phone to prove it.” Rose and I quickly separated from each other and used our hands and arms to cover ourselves. “Ermm, Ellen. Can you please don’t tell mum and dad about this?” I coaxed Ellen with a sweet voice that worked on Rose when she caught me in a similar situation before. “Why would I? I am in control of you two now. Stand up so I can get a better view of your bodies.” “But!” “Shut up! And listen. Do you want to wake Mum and Dad up and for them to see for themselves what you are doing now?” Without any choice, Rose and I stood up with our arms beside us. Ellen took a stroll around us and had a view of our naked bodies. Then she stopped at the door and said,“Turn around, face away from me.” Next, Ellen passed both of us a piece of long cloth and said again,“Use it to blindfold yourself.” Obeying Ellen’s instructions, I secured the piece of cloth around my eyes, plunging me into complete darkness. “Stand still for the next few things that I am going to do to you.” In the darkness and with the fact that I was at the mercy of Ellen, turned me one a little. “Open your mouth.” and I felt something big being inserted into my mouth and strapped on to the back of my head. A pair of rough muscular hands grabbed my wrist and brought it to my back and tied it up with a piece of rope. Just then, I realize that that was not my sister and it could be somebody else. Panic took over me and I struggled, but was held tightly by a pair of arms and I tried to shout but the mouth gag prevented much sound from escaping. Then I felt that I was being dragged away! I was dragged for quiet a distance and I deduced that I was out of my house already. Next, I felt I was thrown onto something hard and cold like metal. Using my tied up hands, I managed to push myself upright in a sitting position and then I heard a engine being warmed up. The inertia of the starting vehicle pushed me down again and I laid on the cold floor. I could feel Rose’s breathing behind my back and that calmed me down a little. At least I was not alone. Half way through the ride, I felt a smooth hand grab my face and pulled me back to a upright position. That must be Ellen’s hand. “Okay girls, now you are all mine. I always like to humiliate girls in public, it turns me on. Now you are in James’ van. You will also have to listen to James as he is my boyfriend, do you get it?” I gave a slight nod. “Now we are on the way to a park in the region and we are going to have some fun!” The van stopped after around 5 to 10 minutes. I heard the door slide open and a gust of cold wind hit my exposed body. Ellen guided me off the van and mine blindfolds were removed. My eyes quickly acclimatized to the surrounding darkness and I saw that Rose and I were standing in the car park. “Bye! See you at the picnic area in 30 minutes time. If you don’t make it in time, you will have to walk yourselves home.” Ellen said and closed the van door and drove off with James. Rose and I quickly scampered to the nearest brick fence in the car park to take cover. Rose and I were panting madly and my heart was beating fast. Squatting behind the fence, we rested for awhile, the chilly breeze quickly stimulated my clit. Soon my pussy was wet and was dripping a little. With the mouth gag, we could not talk much. I nudged Rose’s shoulder with my elbow and looked in the direction of the boardwalk entrance. Rose got the message and both of us started to creep behind the brick fence to the entrance. We only manage to get half way through the car park as the brick fence ended. We peeped over the fence and saw group of four men gathering around their car smoking and drinking. The other half of the journey to the entrance was open and we had nothing to hide behind to cover ourselves. I squatted behind the fence again and exchanged looks of angst with Rose. Using my tongue I manage to push the ball gag slightly out of my mouth and murmured the words “Wait?” “Run?” . Rose shook her head and vocalized “Time” . I nodded my head in agreement, we had not much time left, we had a long way to go and we need to reach the picnic area in less than 30 minutes. I looked at Rose in the eyes and mumbled “Now!” . We sprinted towards the entrance, it was about 50 yards away. We heard the men yelling, “Look at those naked young girls running! Look at those tits and ass shake! Damn, I must be so drunk to be seeing this.” We our arms tied up behind our back, I could not run very fast. Once we made it to the entrance, we stood behind some trees to cover ourselves. Rose and I were panting and sweating and our faces were bright red. Our bodies were covered with a layer of glistering sweat that reflected the light from the lamppost. We sat on the grass to rest from the run. My heart was beating so fast and my whole body was filled with adrenaline. My pussy was dripping wet from all the excitement. I looked at Rose’s breast, they were shining with a few droplet of sweat on them. I so wanted to touch them but my arms were tied up. I pushed that thought aside and motioned Rose to continue on with our trail. We were running out of time. The frosty wind chilled my nipples and erected them on my firm breast. I wanted to touch and play with them so badly but I could not reach it. We then proceeded down the trail. There were a few low lying trees along the trail and the sensation of the leaves brushing against my nipples were so arousing. We sped up our walking pace to a jogging speed. I looked as Rose beside me and saw her full firm breast bouncing with every step. We didn’t meet anybody on the way to the picnic area. The signs along the way guided us to follow which trail. Soon we had reached the picnic area. There was nobody there. I was anxious that we had exceeded out time and Ellen had left us behind. Rose and I roamed around the picnic area looking for them but to no avail, we could not find them. We sat down at one of the benches and started to think through what had just happen. From the other side of the picnic area we saw a silhouette walking in our direction. Without delay, we crawled under the picnic table to hide. We kept our eyes peeled to see who was coming. Once the lights shone on their faces, we could see it was Ellen and her boyfriend, James. We crawled out of the table and walked towards them. “How are my baby sisters doing? Wasn’t it fun?” Ellen’s hand roamed all over our bodies while James stood behind Ellen admiring our bodies. Ellen stuck a finger into my pussy and said,“Flo, you are all wet! Wow, you are enjoying this aren’t you.” “Come on, both of you on your knees.” Ellen instructed us. Once we were on our knees, Ellen helped us to remove the mouth gag. Oh it feel so good to be able to relax my mouth again. Ellen and James then sat down on one of the benches as Ellen told us to crawl towards them. The rough pebbles and sand particles poked and ground against my knee caps as I moved towards them. “Now we are going to have a fun activity to start things off. Here in my hand is a egg-shaped vibrater, I am going to insert it into both of you and the first one to cum is going to get a forfeit.” I was excited to try this new toy out and I was aroused by the the word forfeit. Ellen easily inserted the small vibrater into both of our wet pussies and she turned it on with a wireless remote It was an entirely new experience to me as the small little thing hummed inside of me. It stimulated me and I was increasingly getting more aroused. I took a look at Rose and she seemed to be handling it better than I am. I tried to control my body by tensing up and that simply brought me over the top and pleasure erupted in my body. I kneed there on the ground and my juice flowed out of my pussy. “Looks like Flo loss the game! Climb onto the table now!” In complete embarrassment, I got onto my feet and laid down on the table and Ellen untied the ropes securing the wrist behind me. Using more ropes, Ellen and James tied all four of my limbs down on to the legs of the table. My arms and legs were spread apart making my body into a X shape. From Ellen’s handbag, she took out a can of whip cream, a selection of different colorings and other small little bottles. “Let’s decorate my little sister!” exclaimed Ellen. She took the bottle of whip cream and sprayed it all over my body. A thick layer of cream landed on my torso. James took out his SLR camera and started to take pictures of me while Ellen decorated my body. On my tits, Ellen even did a small spiral on top of them. “Awww, doesn’t she look delicious! Open your mouth Flo and don’t swallow it!” I opened my mouth and it got instantly filled with thick cream. “Let’s add some decorations!” Ellen took out a bottle of brown-colored frosting and used her hand to scoop it out and applied it all over my pussy, legs and other portions of my body. “Your face looks a little empty doesn’t it. Don’t worry, I will fill it up.” Ellen took another glob of frosting and smeared it all over my face. Then she use a bottle of colorful sprinkles and sprinkled it all over my body and my face. While James continued to take snap shots of my body, Ellen used the dyes to splash all over my body, covering my legs and arms too. Making my whole body extremely colorful. “Almost done! One last touch up!” She took a bottle of chocolate syrup and squeezed it all over my hair and poured some more colored sprinkles on my hair. “Done! My masterpiece is complete!” “Rose, get up! And knee beside Flo.” James took some more photos of Rose and I. “Now we can start with the feast! Starting from Flo’s Pussy and work your way up Flo’s body.” Ellen untied Rose’s wrist and Rose placed her face at my pussy and used her tongue to lick up the frosting, icing and cream on my pussy. Roses’ tongue went round and round my pussy and her tongue probed into my pussy to lick up all the cream that was trapped inside my pussy. After she was done with my pussy, Rose licked my inner thighs. Damn, I was getting hotter and hotter as Rose licked up every bit of cream from my body. Just when Rose was about to start on my belly, Ellen said,“You missed a spot there missy!” and Ellen pushed the nozzle of the can of cream into my pussy and squeezed the trigger and filled in the inside of my pussy with a whole lot of soft thick cream. “Lick all those up!” Ellen laughed. Rose face plunged deep into my pussy to be able to probe her tongue deeper to lick up all the cream. It felt great even though Rose had eaten my pussy so many times, it was like a completely new experience. Slowly, Rose worked up my torso and was soon licking up the cream under my breast. “Wait there!” shouted James,“Let me take a few shots from here.” After James was done with the photo shot, Rose continued to lick around my breast and my nipples. My nipples were erected stiff when Rose licked them up. Now Rose was done with most of my body and was only left with my face. “Rose stop! Now climb on top of Flo. Breast on breast and face on face.” Rose climb on top of the table and laid herself on my body. Our nipples touched and we rubbed it against each other. Then Rose continued to lick my neck and the different parts of my face. “For the mouth I want you, Rose to lick up the cream slowly bit by bit and after you are done, kiss passionately for a good shot.” James instructed us. Rose worked on my lips first, sending waves of pleasure down my mouth. She licked layer by layer of cream from my mouth and soon we began our kiss. A slow and full hearted one. After that, Rose quickly cleared up the rest of the cream on my face. I looked at Rose in the eye and she looked like she was pleased too. Ellen told Rose to get off me and she untied the ropes secured on me. We were then blindfolded again. This time, Ellen secured our wrist in front of our bodies. Then she guided us off. We walked for quiet a long period of time in the darkness of the blindfold. The chocolate syrup was sticking to my neck and my back and it was rather uncomfortable. Then we came to a stop. Suddenly a gush of cold freezing water was sprayed on my body. I yelped in shock. We must be at the park’s restroom. “You dirty little girls need to be washed clean before you enter James’ van. I don’t want you to be dirtying his van.” laughed Ellen. Ellen aimed the water at our breast and pussy, causing us to yelp every time she directed the water there. Soon the burst of water stopped their attack on us. Ellen untied the blindfolds and untied our wrist. “I left a set of bra and panties at the picnic area, hopefully no one has taken it yet, you better get going. Also, the sun is rising and the morning joggers are arriving soon. See you at the car park. I will be waiting for you at James’ van. Bye!” Ellen waved at us as she walked off. Quickly, Rose and I scrambled over to the picnic area. There were two men there doing a bit of stretching and they definitely got an eyeful of our bodies. Immediately, we saw a black bra and a white panties at one of the tables. Upon closer observation, we realized it was filled with whip cream! Swiftly, I grabbed the pair of panties filled with cream while Rose grabbed the bra that was filled with cream too. The two men were staring at us with their eyes wide open. Once, I had pulled my panties up all the way, the cream oozed out from the sides and my thighs were covered with cream. I looked at Rose and it was the same for her, the cream was also leaking out from the sides of her bra. We ran off immediately once we were done. I used my arms to cover my breast while Rose used her hands to cover her pussy. The sky was slightly bright and there were small groups of two and three joggers who passed by us. They were staring at us with open eyes. I tried to shield my embarrassed face with my hand as we passed by them. As Rose was running ahead of me, I could see white cream dripping down from her sides. We ran as fast as we could to the car park. Once we were there, the car park was half filled with people and cars and they were all looking at us. Rose quickly motion to me the direction of James’ van and we rushed towards it. The back door was open and we lunged into it and I closed the hatch behind us. Once I looked up, James’ camera went off and a photo was taken. Ellen laughed,“ My two little sisters dirtying themselves after I had clean them up, what dirty pigs. I want you to lick each other clean while James drive us back home.” James started the engine and we were on our way back home. Rose took of her bra and I slipped off my panties. We started off licking the cream of each other’s bra and panties. Following, Rose leaned back and I crawled on top of her and licked the cream of her breast slowly and flicked my tongue on her nipple causing both of us to giggle. Soon her breast was clean of cream. Next, I rested against the other side of the van and thrusted my hips off the ground into Rose’s face and she lapped all the cream on my pussy and on my ass. She also probed into my pussy and sucked on my clit. When we were done, we looked to the front of the van and saw a video camera taking a video of us! “Ellen!” Rose shouted. “Ah, you girls are done with your business?” as Ellen turned back from the front seat to look at us, “Good, we are almost home and what a splendid video I will have to keep!” Ellen dislodge the video camera from its fixed position and she replayed the video for her to see. Rose and I sat down for the rest of the journey and soon we were home. Ellen exited the van and opened the back door for us. The sun had just rose a little and my parents should still be asleep. “Now I want you to run back to your rooms and grab one dress and wait for me outside my room naked. You better be there before I reach there if not I will show mum and dad this film.” “Yes!” we replied her. We rushed up to the front door and tried to open the door but realized that it was locked and Ellen was slowly walking down the pathway to our house shaking the house keys in her hand. We hadn’t been in the open in our neighborhood this late in the morning before and the sky was bright enough for them to see us. We gestured to Ellen to quicken her pace. Soon she was at the door and she unlocked the door for us. Immediately we rushed up the stairs and into our rooms. In mine room, I took a moment of breather before I went to my wardrobe to grab a simple yellow summer dress and rushed out to Ellen’s door. Rose was already waiting there with her dress in her hand. I turned back and saw that there were shadows under our parents’ room door and that meant that they were already awake! Perturbation overwhelmed me and I started to jump anxiously. Ellen soon arrived at the second floor and opened her door to let us in. My heart was once again beating like a mad dog. Ellen pointed at her door and said,“Put your dress at the door and stand beside my computer.” We placed our dresses nicely in a pile on the floor and stood beside Ellen’s computer with our hands in front of us and waited for Ellen’s instructions. Ellen sat at her computer chair and started her computer. She opened up her mail and downloaded the file send by James. She opened up the folder and about 200 photos of Rose and I in action appeared on her computer screen. Then Ellen looked at us and said,“I will send you a copy of this each to remind you who’s in charge here. If any of you defy my instructions, these photos will not only be sent to mum and dad, it will also be sent to your friends on facebook and twitter. Everybody will be able to access and see the photos. However, as long as you obey my instructions, everything will be fine. So for today you are free to do what ever you want. I will call you in when ever I feel like having fun. Go have your sleep now or whatever you want to. Also, you better wear your dress as mum and dad should be a wake by now. Go!” Rose and I wore our dresses and left Ellen’s bedroom and before we separated to our own rooms, we ensured that nobody was around and hugged each other and kissed. We rubbed our bodies against each other to feel each other’s breast and nips. After our heated kiss we went to our own rooms. I laid on my bed and recalled that night’s events and fingered myself to climax before I drifted off to sleep. What a wonderful night! Tune in for another journey!

Ferris Wheel Flashing by Tweston Suzi loved flashing and tonight she would flash everyone. Suzi was wet. In fact, she was probably more wet than she had ever been in her life. Of course, that might have something to do with the fact that she was going to DO something she had never done in her life. Suzi was going to flash her boobs at the whole world! Well, she thought to herself, not the whole world, just the entire county. Over the past couple of years, Suzi had discovered that she loved to flash people. It all started one day when she was riding in her boyfriend's car. She and Terry were both seniors in the local high school. The tiny collection of stores and houses she called home was limited in every way, and if they wanted to do anything besides sit and watch paint peel, they had to drive to the next town over. Movies and shopping and pretty much everything but eating at home with the family was possible only by traveling more than twenty minutes. Sometimes Terry joked that the entire reason the sexiest girl in town kept him as her boyfriend was because he owned a car. Rural Southern Indiana had little to offer teenagers looking for something to do if they had no car. His was an older car with a convertible top that still worked, and they were speeding with the top down on the old country road that separated the cluster of homes and small shops in which she lived, and which her family actually called a town, from the larger town that had the only movie theater in fifty miles. Her boyfriend, Terry, had wanted to see the new Rambo movie and she went along for the ride. And because she decided she would try something new. She would let her boyfriend feel her boobs tonight. Suzi found herself getting turned on by her sexy thoughts as they watched the opening of the movie, trying to figure out how she was going to bring this about. A few minutes later, she decided to begin distracting her boyfriend. She was nestled against him with his arm around her shoulders and his hand hanging down but not quite touching her boob. They had made out before, many times, but she had only let him feel her right boob one time. Nothing more, and nothing since. Tonight she was going farther, and the thought of that made her wet. Suzi shifted her position in the padded movie theater seat until his hand was barely touching her breast. Then she leaned forward slightly to reach for the popcorn, which resulted in Terry's hand actually resting on her boob. She allowed it to remain there without saying or doing anything for several minutes, while he tried to figure out if she was going to let him actually touch and fondle her boobs. Then, subtly, he moved his hand until it was gently holding her boob. She felt a tingle as she let his hand remain on her tit flesh, and she quietly moaned without removing his hand. For several minutes she felt his hand there, until she could stand it no longer. She lifted her hand and gently placed it over his, pressing his hand into her boob and giving him tacit permission to do more. As expected, his hand slowly cupped her boob, and then closed more firmly over it. He quietly moaned, and he subtly squeezed her flesh. Now, it was her turn to moan. They finished the movie that way -- he gently massaged and squeezed her breast, and she quietly moaned. Suzi looked down and saw that his dick was hard and pressing against his zipper. She couldn't help herself as she grinned in satisfaction. Suzi had been flat-chested for her entire life. Then, in her Sophomore year, her boobs began to grow. She remembered the day her mother took her on a shopping trip to the next city so Suzi could get her first bra. The sales lady asked her to remove her blouse so she could take some measurements. As she let her blouse slide from her shoulders, Suzi looked down at her tiny boobs. They weren't much, but the fact that her boobs actually existed for the first time was so thrilling to her it almost made her dizzy. Finally, the other girls would stop making fun of her titties. Comments like, "She is a pirate's dream -- a sunken chest!" and "She's a carpenter's dream -- flat as a board." would no longer be thrown at her. And every day, as she dressed for school, she would stand in front of the mirror in her bedroom and will her tits to grow. And grow they did. In eighteen months, her breasts went from no size or shape other than tiny pink nipples to a large C-Cup and almost a D-Cup, with large nipples that were very dark brown and quite hard almost 24/7. Those hard nipples were centered in large and light-brown areolae that were slightly elliptical in shape. When Suzi compared her tits to those she saw in the porn movies she watched on her laptop, she saw what she believed to be awesome tits, almost perfect in size and shape. They were pert, round, and they hung only slightly from their weight. This allowed them to jiggle and sway when she would move, without being unnaturally large. She knew her boobs were beautiful and sexy, and she was determined to enjoy them. And the boys at school really noticed. Suddenly, she was popular. Suddenly, all the boys started paying attention to her. Or at least they were paying attention to her tits. So Suzi dressed accordingly. She wore tight sweaters or button-down blouses with the top few buttons undone. She would be conservative in class, but then unbutton as soon as she stepped outside the classroom. And she discovered that she loved it when the boys looked at her tits. Some of the girls were a little nasty about it, but they weren't her friends anyway, so she just ignored them. In fact, she found she enjoyed distracting their boyfriends even more than the rest of the boys. But the ones she REALLY enjoyed distracting were her teachers. She now sat in the front two rows of her classes instead of sitting in the back rows of all her classes like she used to. And she would wear mostly skirts and dresses to school, instead of the slacks or shorts she usually wore in the past. She would slowly spread her knees while seeming to concentrate on her notes or her textbooks, giving her teachers a clear but apparently accidental view of her panties. Or she would drop her pencil and take extra time picking it up so she could bend over and let them look down her blouse as she showed off her boobs. Without even understanding her desires, Suzi became an exhibitionist. Suzi settled on a popular boy who had a car, and teased him with accidental views down her blouses and up her skirts. After a week of teasing, he asked her out and she started dating him. When they had made out in the past, it was always at her house when her parents were out on their date night. As they left for their weekly dinner and a movie, her dad always reminded her of the rules -- "No friends, no alcohol, no cigarettes, and no drugs." And then they would leave her to her boring evening. For most of her high school time, she didn't date. But now that she had tits, lots of boys asked her for dates. And when she started dating Terry, things changed. Terry insisted on coming over on Friday nights, when Suzi was home alone, and he usually brought beer. Since they were both over eighteen, the legal drinking age in her state, she didn't even hesitate and enjoyed four of them during the first movie they watched. He kissed her within the first few minutes of that first movie and she loved it. That wasn't her first kiss. Hell, no. But it was her first time actually making out. And they really made out. They kissed and they kissed. For several minutes, they kissed without stopping. Predictably, their kisses developed passion, and suddenly Terry forced his tongue into her mouth. At first, that seemed disgusting to her and she jerked her face away. "Come on, Suzi, everyone does it!" Terry was almost pleading, so she kissed him again and allowed his tongue to invade her mouth. As uncomfortable as it made her feel, she discovered a level of passion that she had never experienced, and they made out for another ten minutes without interruption. Suzi was discovering just how lacking her life was, not only in entertainment but in worldly information. And the longer they kissed, the more turned on she was by his tongue. She even wondered for just a second how his tongue would feel licking and penetrating her pussy. But she stopped short of fulfilling any of her fantasies or his. She didn't let him play with her tits and she hadn't even touched his dick as it pushed against his zipper with such force that his tight jeans actually formed a tent. Terry had gone home that night in frustration, and Suzi had her own frustrations. Her entire body was tingling, and she savored that tingling, as she lay in her bed unable to sleep. So now they were headed home from the next town where they had watched the Rambo movie. She had already finished two beers and they weren't even halfway through the twenty minute drive home. Suzi stood, turned around, and bent over her seat back to retrieve another beer from the cooler in the back seat. And as she did so, the wind blew her skirt up and over her waist. Suzi screamed in embarrassment, and tried to pull her skirt down. But one hand was still digging in the cooler and the other hand was simply ineffective at holding her skirt down. For a couple of seconds, she panicked, knowing that Terry could see her panties. Worse, anyone driving by could see her tiny panties hugging her tight ass. She had just bought these panties over the Internet and now was embarrassed that she had. They were small, well tiny, actually. Not quite a thong, there was very little material covering her ass and almost nothing covering her pussy. Suzi knew she was hiding very little flesh from anyone watching. Then a strange thought hit her. She bought those panties, and several pair like them, because she thought they were beautiful. With white lace around the waist and the leg openings, the bold colors of the small amount of material made the panties look beautiful. For several seconds, Suzi thought about her tight, round ass covered in those beautiful panties sticking high in the air, and she suddenly stopped fighting the wind. She grabbed the seat to steady herself and pulled a beer from the cooler. Holding her position, she looked over at Terry and saw that he was staring at her ass, and felt a thrill run through her body. She handed him the beer and he took it, but he never looked away from her tight ass. So she took her time fishing out a second beer and then closing the cooler. She paused for several more seconds, and finally twisted around and settled back into her seat, aware of that tingling sensation going up and down her spine again. Suzi realized that she liked flashing Terry. And then she realized that she liked flashing. And then she realized that she wanted to do it again. The next time she flashed someone was a week later. She took the bold step of letting Terry see her panties again on the next date night. She was wearing another short skirt for the movie they were about to watch. And just before she clicked the remote to start the DVD, she decided to get two more beers from the refrigerator. She knew that Terry could see into the kitchen from his seat in the family room, and she decided to have some fun. With her back to him, she opened the refrigerator door and bent over at the waist like she was looking for something. This gave Terry a clear look at her almost bare ass and her full and puffy pussy lips hugged by her tight panties. After several seconds of flashing him, she seemed to finally find the beer and closed the door after grabbing a couple. As she walked back to the couch, acting like nothing unusual had happened, she noticed that Terry was hard. And more importantly, she saw that he made no attempt to hide it. And Suzi had that tingling sensation again, this time stronger and focused in her pussy. She felt herself getting quite wet and realized that she was very turned on. That night, she let Terry play with her soft and round and very squeezable tits. And after several minutes of rubbing and squeezing her boobs through the material of her shirt, she unbuttoned the shirt and held it open for him to see her bra. He stared for several seconds and then his hands went for her boobs again. A few minutes later, Suzi tried to slow down a freight train. Terry had pulled aside the right cup of her bra and freed her tit. He had all but mangled her boob for a couple of minutes and now was twisting her hard and extended nipple almost viciously, to the point that the mood was broken and she pushed his hand away. As he complained, she had realized that she enjoyed the flashing more than the playing. And Suzi became a driven woman. The next night she called Terry and asked him to come to her room because she wanted to talk about something. He often visited her room without her parents knowing by coming around the side of the house and climbing in through her bedroom window. Suzi knew she had about four minutes as Terry walked the two blocks that separated their houses within the small neighborhood. She stripped off and walked into her bathroom. She ran the shower for a second and then realized that the charade she was about to put on didn't require her to be wet. She listened for the tap on her window that announced Terry was there. When she heard the quiet tapping, she walked out of her bathroom and into her bedroom while totally naked. She acted surprised, even horrified, when she saw him standing outside her window. The look of shock and then pleasure she saw on his face almost made her cum. She stifled a fake scream and held her hand over her mouth for several seconds. Then she grabbed the towel she had put on her bed for that purpose and frantically tried to cover herself. But the towel was a small one and could not cover everything that she pretended she wanted to cover. She ended up hiding only one tit, and with her hairy, unshaved pussy still in full view. She looked down and acted like she was surprised when she saw her pussy was still exposed to Terry's eyes, and she immediately adjusted the towel to hide her pussy. In doing so, she uncovered her second boob to his view. Finally, she uttered a slight scream and ran around the corner and back into her bathroom. As she looked at herself in the mirror, her hands moved to cup her pussy. She watched in the mirror as her fingers found their way inside. She let her fingers push in and out of her pussy for several seconds, enjoying the pleasure that brought. And then Suzi had an orgasm. It was her first. She had read about them and had watched enough porn to see other women who supposedly had orgasms, and she had even talked with her girlfriends about the orgasms they had experienced. She had played with herself a number of times, yet she had never played long enough to actually cum. She had never experienced a real orgasm for herself, and she found that she loved having an orgasm. And then she realized that her first orgasm was a result of flashing someone. Suzi was now an incurable flasher. When she finally came out of her bathroom several minutes later, Terry was gone but Suzi didn't care. She lay on her bed and immediately had her fingers in her cunt as she tried to bring herself another orgasm. After several minutes of jamming one and then two and finally three fingers in and out of her pussy, Suzi came again, even more fiercely than before, and made lots of noises announcing it. Over the next few weeks, Suzi flashed several people and fingered herself to an orgasm after each time. She ordered a pizza and let the delivery boy watch as she dropped a towel that had been wrapped around her. He stood totally still, and looked in shock at her boobs and pussy. Two days later, she sat at McDonald's as she enjoyed her chicken pieces and turned toward three boys she recognized from her school. Slowly, she spread her legs to show off her bare pussy. They made a lot of noise and caused such a ruckus that the manager gave them "that look." She even walked into the local sub sandwich shop with her blouse unbuttoned and tied at her waist. Her nipples were barely covered and the blouse showed an obscene amount of tit flesh. The teenager who made her sandwich stammered as he took her order, and seemed to drop things onto the floor, but the four other customers were kids from her school and they loved the show she was putting on. Suzi got quite creative about flashing people, loving every experience. In the process, she found a specialty in her exhibitionism. She discovered that it REALLY turned her on to flash a man who was out with his wife or girlfriend. She would let the man see her tits or her pussy but not let the woman see her flashing him. And she loved how the men would squirm and look away and then look back. On more than one of these occasions, Suzi actually had a small orgasm while flashing, and then another one later as she fingered herself. And finally, Suzi found herself at the county fair with her boyfriend, about to flash the world. Each year, like most counties around the country, her county sponsored a week of rides and animals and music and family fun. This year, Suzi's county was trying something new. Tonight, Friday, was designated as date night. No kids allowed, the night was reserved for couples only. A romantic theme was planned, with love songs blasting over the loudspeakers in a decidedly unromantic manner. Suzi planned a date with destiny. And Suzy was prepared. She had worn a tight sweater made of a soft material that clung to her sexy form. The ample size and perfect shape of her tits were evident as they were wrapped in the soft cotton yarn. But more importantly, her large and erect nipples were quite prominent as they poked into the material in an apparent effort to escape out and into the world. Her short skirt flared out as if it were a typical cheer leader skirt, which allowed it to fly and even flip up with the slightest breeze. Plus, every time she spun around, which was often, the hemline would rise almost to her waist, revealing the fact that she had worn no panties. Her excitement, both real and feigned, resulted in her frequent spinning, giving her many opportunities to flash Terry. Naturally, as she flashed Terry, many people standing around her would see. Suzi could feel her juices as they trickled down the insides of her thighs, and she made no attempt to hide the rivulets of her hot secretions. Terry had just bought cotton candy and sodas for them to share, with the typical and only sometimes romantic "feeding" of cotton candy to each other. And, just as she expected, Terry stuffed a wad of cotton candy down the neckline of the stretchy sweater she had worn. She had decided to wear no bra, leaving her nipples to push against the soft material of the sweater, and Terry aimed for the valley between those nipples with the sticky candy. Suzi screamed in fake surprise, and then pulled the neckline of her sweater down, as if to retrieve the candy, exposing her entire left breast to him. At least, she thought it was to him. She hadn't considered the fact that she was facing away from the food trailer and toward the crowd of people, and that her left boob was seen by dozens and maybe hundreds of fair goers. Even more important, she saw a number of women jab their elbows into the ribs of the men they were with, demanding that the men look away from Suzi's pert and almost perfect tit. Without exception, the men turned away as demanded by their wives or girlfriends. And without exception, they all turned back to look again. And Suzi almost came from that. She was so turned on by being seen by so many men that she didn't even realize she was still flashing her tit to everyone. After what must have been several seconds, Terry finally said something. She was so distracted that she had no idea what he said, but hearing his voice was all that was needed to remind her to cover up. She quickly adjusted her sweater to conceal her boob, and then just stood there for another couple of seconds feeling the juices ooze from her pussy. SUZI WAS SO TURNED ON! And this was only the beginning of the evening. The two of them finished eating and drinking, with Terry showing an obvious boner the entire time. Seeing his physical response to her flashing turned her on even more, and she knew she was on the verge of an orgasm. She knew that all she had to do was lift her skirt and barely touch herself and she would cum, but she resisted the urge. She settled instead for touching her tits several times, a supposedly unconscious move on her part that was totally appreciated and appreciated by Terry. And she absolutely loved teasing him. If it were possible, and she was pretty sure it wasn't, his dick seemed bigger and harder from her teasing him than she had ever seen, and he finally spoke to her. "If you don't stop touching your tits, I think I am going to cum right here." His voice showed the anguish he was feeling, and Suzi almost felt sorry for him. "Oh, was I doing that?" Her question naturally resulted in both hands moving to her boobs in a faked effort to cover them. But instead, she spread her fingers to let her nipples protrude between her fingers, stimulating them and making them stick out even farther. God, she loved teasing him! His eyes glazed over as he stared at her chest, and she suddenly realized that he might be too distracted to remember the plan for the evening. "Now, you remember what to do, right?" She tried to hide the anxiety she was feeling and was only partially successful. He answered with a little impatience in his voice. "Yes, I remember. We ride the Ferris Wheel for one full ride. Then I get off and you take a second ride by yourself. And just before they let you off, you take off your sweater and throw it down to me. I take it back to the car and you join me after running through the fair grounds while flashing your boobs at everyone. Hopefully, you don't get arrested and we drive away before anyone calls the cops." Terry had an evil grin on his face as Suzi nodded. She tried to convince herself that she was ready for this, but her anxiety level was through the roof. She had never done anything like this and she was full of second thoughts about it. But she was determined to go through with it, no matter how much anxiety she felt. After what seemed like an eternity, they found themselves in line for the Ferris Wheel. Suzi could feel her nipples getting harder than they had ever been and her juices were simply flowing past her pussy lips from the anticipation. Her breathing was shallow and rapid, almost ragged, something that Terry noticed. "God, you are really turned on by this, aren't you?" He looked closely at her as he asked the question, almost staring at her chest. His dick had never been so hard, prominent as it extended down the left leg of his jeans. Suzi just looked at him, grinned widely, and nodded her head. Terry paid for their tickets and they finally boarded the ride, with the attendant taking a long look at her erect nipples while he checked to make sure the teenagers were safely in place. Suzi watched his eyes and smiled a very sexy smile at him. She clasped her hands over her boobs as if to hide them from his stare, and then she squeezed them together to emphasize their size for his viewing. The kid almost choked and then quickly looked away, his boner quite evident. And Suzi just grinned wider. A few seconds later, the ride started moving, taking her and Terry a little higher. Then the ride stopped long enough for the next couple to be seated and checked by the attendant. This happened several more times until the Ferris Wheel was fully occupied, and then the ride began its expected revolutions. Suzi almost squealed in pleasure as she took a good look at the fair and the people enjoying it. "God, there are so many people here!" Her exclamation could be clearly heard above the noise and music of the ride, and she felt even more of her juices leak out of her pussy as she watched. Without thinking, she reached under her skirt and touched herself, feeling her fingers get wet from her secretions. She felt more than saw Terry's eyes on her, so she looked at him while she slowly brought her fingers from her pussy and touched them to her lips. She had to keep from laughing when she saw the look on his face, wondering of he was going to pass out from her actions. After looking around at all the people on the ground far below her, Suzi looked at Terry again. He wasn't looking at the scenery below them but was, instead, fixated on her chest. She grinned more to herself than to him, and slowly raised her hands to cover her boobs. She grabbed them, and then squeezed them, causing his eyes to widen. She moved her hands to the outsides of her tits and pushed them together, causing an even greater amount of cleavage to rise to his examination. After teasing him unmercifully for almost a minute, she felt sorry for him. So she pulled on the bottom of her sweater, causing it to stretch down far enough to almost reveal her nipples. Terry's mouth opened as if to say something but no sound came out, and Suzi tried hard to not laugh at his expression. The way men reacted to seeing her tits always seemed funny to her, yet she was totally turned on by their reactions. So she was again torn between her two very different feelings. After several seconds of almost showing her nipples, she decided grant his unasked wish. Suzi pulled just a little harder on her sweater and her boobs popped out of their confinement, allowing him to see her breasts as they were completely exposed to his view. As luck would have it, her tits popped out of the confines of her sweater just as they were approaching the bottom of the circular ride. Suzi burst out laughing as her eyes landed on the teenage attendant staring at her exposed tits. His eyes were stretched as wide open as possible, and his mouth formed a large O, as he stood there in astonishment. Two seconds later, the Ferris Wheel had taken her out of the kid's view as it continued its circular ride. Watching the teenager caused Suzi to squeal in excitement and she didn't even hesitate as she jammed two fingers deep into her pussy. With Terry watching, she pushed her fingers in and out for no more than thirty seconds, and then she came. And came. And she continued in her orgasm with all the shaking and shuddering and gasping that a woman could want. It was a full thirty seconds before her pussy spasms subsided, long enough for another trip past the attendant. With Terry getting a close view of her pussy and the attendant getting a passing view, her intense sexual excitement could not be held in check. Suzi came again, only seconds between her first and her second orgasm. This was a first for her -- having two orgasms so close together. It was also the first time she had frigged herself in front of others. The excitement was so intense that she knew she could cum again in another minute or so if she just kept at it. Suzi was amazed at how excited this evening was making her. And the best was yet to cum! She looked again at Terry and saw how much this was turning him on. So she smiled at him and slowly removed her fingers from her pussy. Still watching him, she moved her fingers to her lips and gradually pushed them into her mouth. Without losing eye contact, she licked them clean just as slowly. Her boyfriend looked like he was in pain as he unconsciously licked his lips. It appeared that he would have fallen out of the Ferris Wheel compartment if he hadn't been penned in by the steel restraining bar. Suzi stifled a laugh because she didn't want to hurt his feelings. By the time the ride was over, Suzi had composed herself and adjusted her clothing so she was presentable to the people on the ground. The teenage attendant was still showing wide eyes and a boner as he pulled open the restraining bar to their compartment. Terry got out but Suzi remained, drawing a questioning look from the kid. Suzi smiled sweetly to him as she explained her intention to take another ride. The kid grinned widely, as he thought about what she might do on a second ride, and he latched the restraining bar to safely lock her in. When she offered him a ticket for her second ride, he refused with a crooked grin. "Just call it a tip for the entertainment." He seemed almost embarrassed as he spoke, and his eyes dropped from her chest to the ground. Suzi almost laughed. "Did you like the show?" She used the sexiest voice she could as she asked her question, and the teenager's eyes jerked back up to her tits. He stammered a positive reply, and then grinned at her again. "Good. I'm glad. And guess what?" She leaned closer to him and the attendant almost tripped as he echoed her action. "The show is not over..." Suzi leaned back and winked at him. And for a moment there, his expression went through several very intense and very rapid changes. Suzi leaned back in the bench-like seat and paused, wondering if the kid had just cum in his pants. She smiled to herself. She was beginning to see the power that a sexy woman had over men, but it turned her on too much to consider the implications of that thought right now. And then the ride jerked her backward as the wheel rotated enough to take on a couple of new passengers. As the ride began to revolve in earnest, Suzi wondered how she should tease the attendant. As much as she wanted to flash her tits to him every time her compartment reached the bottom of its revolution, she had to remember that there were more than a dozen couples in line who could see her, too. If she lifted her sweater each time she went around, she was sure that some jealous wife or girlfriend would call the police on her. The more she thought about it, the more she thought it best that she stick to the plan. On her last trip around, and while she was at the top of the ride, she would pull off her sweater and toss it to her boyfriend down on the ground. This way she wouldn't be putting on a show for very long, and she would be on the ground headed for the parking lot before any police arrived. She got so excited thinking about this that she felt more of her juices leaking out of her pussy. Suzi was almost uncontrollable as the Ferris Wheel continued in its circular journey. With each revolution she was closer and closer to the most erotic event of her life. While she didn't take off her top for the attendant, or even lift it for a quick flash, she couldn't keep her fingers away from her pussy. She was so turned on by all this that she kept at least two fingers in her cunt the entire ride. She couldn't be certain what the couples in line could see, but she could certainly tell by the attendant's expressions that he was well aware of what was going on between her legs. He stood directly in front of her each time her compartment made another rotation, and she made sure to spread her legs for him each time she moved into his view. His position on the ground in front of the ride allowed him several seconds of entertainment as the wheel came full circle. He would get a quick glimpse of her pussy, she would get a quick rush of excitement, and her pussy would just flow with juices. It was a perfect arrangement with all parties satisfied. Suzi smiled to herself, and then slipped a couple inches forward because of the large amount of juices draining from her very excited pussy. She looked down and was amazed at the puddle of pussy cream under her ass. She was glad now that she had lifted her skirt when she sat down, placing her bare ass on the hard plastic seat. While she had to hold on to the retraining bar to keep from sliding in her seat, at least she had kept her skirt from getting soaked. After all, she still had to go home and get past her parents before she made it to the safety of her room. A skirt drenched from her juices would be easily seen and certainly smelled by her very restrictive parents, and she did NOT want that to happen tonight. Suzi's thoughts were jerked from sneaking past her parents when the ride jerked to a halt to let off it's first passengers and let on new customers. She looked down and saw that there were four compartments to be emptied and refilled before hers. Then she looked over the edge and saw Terry standing in the grass next to the Ferris Wheel, just where he should be. Suzi froze, fear gripping her heart for a moment. And then she remembered flashing the attendant and the expression on his face each time she did. Suzi felt herself let go of the fear and cling to the excitement of flashing all these people. And she did it. She pulled her sweater over her head and threw it toward Terry all in one smooth move. She didn't want to hesitate because she wasn't certain she would go through with it if she stopped partway through the plan. She watched her sweater fall to the grass, waving and flapping and fluttering during the fall almost as if waving goodbye to her on the way to the ground. Suzi looked around the grounds from her perch high above the people, and the number of couples wandering around on the ground was surprising. Suddenly, Suzi felt another gush of pussy juices escape the very wet lips of her very wet pussy, and she was ready for her walk to the parking lot. She really wanted to take her time walking because it would give her more opportunities to flash the men as they escorted their women around the fairgrounds. She really, almost desperately, wanted to see the men stare at her as she walked past them, and she wanted to see the women elbow their men. She really wanted to see the men choose to look at her instead of the women they were with. More pussy juice leaked out of her cunt as she waited for the next couple to settle in their Ferris Wheel compartment. And then she was there. Her compartment stopped at the bottom of the circle and swung back and forth for a few seconds until it settled. Normally the attendant would take a strong grip on the restraining bar and force the compartment to stop swinging, but the attendant was just standing there looking at the beautiful teenager with the perfect tits and no sweater to get in the way of the view. Suzi just sat proudly, thrusting her tits toward the kid and letting him take a good look. Finally, all motion stopped and Suzi got ready to exit the ride and begin her walk across the fairgrounds. But the attendant still had not moved. His mouth was slightly open and his eyes were wide open as he just stood there staring at her large boobs with the huge nipples. After several seconds, someone in line yelled at the attendant, jerking him back from his fantasies, and he stepped forward to unlatch the restraining bar that supposedly kept Suzi in her seat. This gave the teenage boy a close-up view of what was probably the most perfect tits he had ever seen. And she couldn't let the opportunity pass without spreading her legs and flashing him a clear view of the pussy he had been only glimpsing as it had traveled past him. He jerked to a stop, freezing as he stared at her puffy lips oozing liquid, forming a large puddle of pussy juices on the seat under her bare ass. Finally, in what seemed like a huge effort, he seemed to shake himself and focus, and then he continued to unlatch her restraining bar and help her exit the ride. The huge grin on his face silently worded a thank you, and Suzi smiled at him as sweetly as she could. Then she headed for the exit next to the couples still in line, waiting for their turn, conscious of the comments from the dozen couples standing in line. Almost every man there stared at her tits as she walked by, and more than one woman elbowed her man to distract him from the distraction. In addition, more than one woman stared with appreciation, causing an unexpected gush of more juices to stream down the insides of Suzi's thighs. She could feel the liquid cascading down her legs and she knew it showed. But that was part of the excitement. She felt the urge to stop and scoop up some of her juices so she could slide her juicy fingers into her mouth and lick them clean right here in front of everyone, but she was already concerned that some jealous wife would call the police, so Suzi just continued walking. Everywhere she walked, people stared. Her thighs were soaked all the way to her feet, where she could feel her juices pooling in the sneakers she wore. She was amazed at how much liquid was being produced by her pussy, and she was thrilled by it because she knew that people could see it. As gross and even forbidden it was for people to see her wetness, it was turning her on even more. She was simply buzzing with sexual energy as she walked toward the large entry/exit to the fairgrounds. The comments she overheard excited her, but the open staring from so many men and even women was incredible. She could hear what was clearly the swishing sounds of her wet thighs as they rubbed together. As she walked toward three women standing near one of the food hutches, one of them separated herself from her two friends and stepped into Suzi's path. The woman was in her mid-thirties and quite attractive, a thin and almost athletic body with small tits but large and very hard nipples. She just oozed sensuality. The woman looked directly into Suzi's eyes for several seconds before speaking. "You are getting a lot of attention. You need someone to walk with you to keep the animals from pawing you." The woman's assertive actions surprised Suzi, and she found herself getting a little excited by it. She had experimented with one of her girlfriends before, but it only happened once and it didn't last very long. It left Suzi wanting more, while it left her girlfriend disgusted. For just a moment she considered the woman's offer. At the very least, Suzi thought, the woman might be interested in joining her boyfriend for the plans Suzi had. But then she thought about Tommy, realizing that he was too young and too excitable to handle two women at the same time. Suzi grinned, thinking that he would probably cum in his pants as soon as two women stood in front of him. She planned to get fucked tonight and didn't want anything to get in the way of that, and closed her eyes for a second in regret. After several more seconds, Suzi replied to the woman. "Your offer is appreciated and would be welcome, but I am on a tight schedule from a detailed plan, and I regret that I cannot take you up on your offer." Suzi's eyes showed her disappointment, and the woman seemed to accept Suzi's reply with a shrug and a wistful smile. And both of them turned back to their previous activities. More stares, more comments, and more elbow actions followed Suzi as she walked toward the parking lot. After what seemed like forever, but was probably less than three minutes, Suzi saw Tommy's car. The relief that flowed through her body was both visceral and disappointing. The several minutes of flashing her boobs to a few thousand people was the most intense sexual experience of her inexperienced life, and she knew that she was going to have to try something like this again. A quick vision of her next school assembly, with her standing totally nude on center stage, flooded her mind and her pussy, as she yanked open the door to her boyfriend's car, getting in and slammed it shut behind her. And suddenly she was shaking. The muscles in her legs and arms and even her stomach were uncontrollable, and she experienced the greatest Adrenalin rush of her life. Her breathing was too hard for her to speak, and she settled for flashing a smile at Tommy as he sat in the driver's side seat staring at her body. After several seconds, Suzi asked for her sweater. Tommy acted embarrassed. "Well, when you threw it to me, the wind carried it into the machinery and I couldn't get it. Your sweater is back under the Ferris Wheel." Suzi was recovering from her wash of feelings enough to doubt his words, but she was in a hurry to get away from there and she ignored her sweater for a moment. "Let's leave before the cops show up and arrest me." Her command showed how nearly breathless she was, but Tommy's response was nearly immediate. He started the car and headed away from the fairgrounds as quickly as he could, glad that she didn't question him about her sweater. And as he drove away, he kept looking over at her boobs with a huge grin. "Where are we going?" His almost casual question interrupted Suzi's thoughts of her experience. She looked around and saw that they were just entering the small town where she lived. And she saw something that caused her heart to skip a beat. A short distance in front of them was the entrance of a small park where the teenagers often came to make out because it was wooded and there were no lights. She quickly pointed there and Tommy braked enough to turn into the wooded drive to the dark park. He looked at Suzi with a question in his eyes, and she responded. "I need to stop and think. So please pull over here." She pointed to a picnic area with several tables and grills. There were also several cars, although Suzi couldn't see anyone around. She knew that meant that some teenagers were in the bushes surrounding the picnic area, but she didn't even think about them. As her breathing slowed to normal and her thoughts returned to her control, she was looking at the wooden tables near the car. Tommy parked and turned off the engine. Then he turned in his seat to get a better look at her. Suzy paused for a few seconds as she looked around, and then she opened her door and got out of the car. She was still topless, but that was what she wanted. She walked the ten feet to the nearest table and turned to look at Tommy. She motioned with her finger for him to join her, a wide smile stretched across her face, and Tommy wasted no time in getting out of the car and walking over to her. The two of them sat on the bench seat of the picnic table and said nothing for a few seconds. Suzi leaned into him, letting her left boob with its hard nipple press into his arm. She stretched enough to whisper into his ear. "It doesn't look like there is anyone around." And she gently kissed his ear. As if it was scripted, Tommy twisted his body and put his arms around her. Then he kissed her briefly. Suzi pulled him close and pressed her lips to his, clearly intent on more than a brief kiss. They kissed for several seconds, tongues doing battle, but Tommy seemed uninterested in anything more than a kiss. Suzi was perplexed. In the past, he kissed with passion, even urgency, and she had to restrain him as his hands would begin to wander, but tonight he seemed hesitant. Suzi was too turned on to be patient, and she took one of his hands in hers. She pressed his hand against one of her tits and held it there, thinking that he should get the message that she wanted him to explore her body. And it worked because he started squeezing her boob. But he was surprisingly gentle, barely squeezing her boob and only lightly playing with her nipple. This was not what Suzi wanted. She was so turned by her activities that she simply wanted to be fucked. So she pushed him back a couple of inches, deciding to make it even more clear what she wanted. She stood up and pulled her skirt down to her ankles, stepping out of it. Then she climbed onto the table and lay on her back. Looking into his eyes with an obvious "fuck me" expression, she made things as clear to him as possible. "Tommy, fuck me. Please!" The urgency in her voice was obvious, but it still didn't match her urges. She wanted him to fuck her NOW! She couldn't believe how turned on she was, and she couldn't believe that he had to be told what she wanted. She dropped her head to the table and spread her legs as wide as possible. Then she reached down below her waist and and forcefully jammed three fingers into her cunt. She quickly started the in and out motions that would certainly get him started, but he still took a couple of seconds to watch her. "Now, Tommy!" echoed off the nearby trees and Tommy finally got the hint. He immediately stood and jerked off his shirt. Then he unfastened his belt and pants and pushed them to his knees. He almost fell over trying to get his pants past his shoes, and finally had to take the time to untie and remove his sneakers. Then he climbed on the table top with her. Kneeling between her legs, he paused long enough to look at her unshaved pussy and briefly wondered why she didn't shave like all the girls he saw in the Internet porn that he watched every night. And then he leaned forward and tried to shove his very hard dick into her very wet pussy. His moves were awkward and Suzi wondered for a moment if Tommy was a virgin. That she was a virgin was about to become clear to him, but that he might be a virgin was almost a shock to her. She had heard several girls in her classes talk about Tommy's cock, giggling at how big he was. And while she had only heard them talk about handjobs and blowjobs, she assumed that more had happened than that. But from what she was seeing, apparently not. And this was a little disappointing because she had hoped that he would know what he was doing enough to make up for her inexperience. Well, she thought to herself, we will just have to learn together because I am getting fucked tonight. Tommy had watched enough porn that he knew to rub his cock up and down her slit to make sure he was wet enough to enter her. But when he pushed slowly into her cunt, he discovered she was so wet that he didn't need to have bothered. And then he bumped into something that seemed hard and impassable only a few inches in. "Are you a virgin?" His question showed surprise, almost shock. She silently nodded to him, knowing what came next. She gritted her teeth in expectation of the pain that was to come. Tommy looked closely at her and then jerked his hips forward, taking her cherry with only a small amount of hesitation. Suzi was startled at the pain, but then was surprised that it hurt so little. She was expecting much more pain that she actually felt. And after a couple of strokes, even that pain was subsiding. In another minute, there was no pain at all, and she settled into a rhythm that she knew would make her cum. Just as she was getting excited, Tommy shouted and jerked into her several times. She could feel him spasm, and could even feel him cum inside of her, but was more than a little disappointed that she didn't cum. She was so turned on and she wanted to cum so bad. But Tommy just slowly rolled over onto the table top next to her, breathing heavily, with no apparent concern for her pleasure. She raised herself on one elbow and was about to slap him when she noticed that they had an audience. At least half a dozen couples surrounded the table, obviously watching her and Tommy. Immediately, Suzi tried to remember if she had said or done anything that might have sounded stupid to her audience. After a couple of seconds thinking about it, she decided that Tommy might have looked like he didn't know what he was doing, but that she had simply looked like she was really horny. She visibly relaxed, looking at the mostly high schoolers standing around. Tommy was on his back with his eyes closed, totally unaware of the people surrounding them, and Suzi almost laughed at the thought of what he might do when he saw them. And then Tommy screamed. "Shit!" He tried to cover up but all his clothes were on the ground at least five feet away. His dick, which Suzi saw was still hard, was almost slapped to the side in his rush to cover up. His actions were so frantic that he actually rolled off the table onto the grass, and he was still shouting, "Shit!" Several people watching them laughed, and some applauded. Suzi felt no desire to cover up. In fact, she wasn't even embarrassed that some of her school mates had seen her having sex. She recognized two of the girls and four of the boys as she looked around. And then the thrill hit her. She felt a rush and an excitement, and an urge to spread her legs to let everyone look. She was amazed at how much it turned her on to have an audience during sex. She knew she loved to be watched as she simply flashed people, but she was almost shocked at how much it thrilled her to know they were watching her having sex. She felt a wave of juices flood out of her pussy and she was confident it was not all Tommy's cream. And then a perverted urge took over. While Tommy grabbed his clothes and tried to get dressed as quickly as he could, Suzi just lay back on the table. She slowly spread her legs as she had for Tommy, but this time she slid a couple fingers into her pussy, moving them around a little to gather as much cum as she could. And then she pulled them out and slowly raised her dripping fingers to her lips. Pushing them into her mouth, she sucked them clean with a dozen teenagers watching her. "Yum! He tastes so good." Suzi looked around, lingering for a moment on a couple of the girls. "Anyone else want some?" She waited to see if one of the girls responded. And she was quite surprised when one of the girls she knew from her Biology class slowly stepped forward. Standing next to the table, she didn't say anything, but looked at Suzi with a hopeful expression. Suzi dipped her fingers into her sopping cunt again, and then held them out to the girl, whose name was Rachel. "Rachel, you want to taste Tommy and me?" The girl said nothing, but slowly nodded, and Suzi extended her fingers to the girl. Rachel leaned forward and hesitantly licked the extended fingers. Suzi almost came right there, and Rachel moaned like she was also cumming. No one else said a word, content to watch the erotic show in front of them. Suzi decided to press things further. "More?" The question was quiet, intended for Rachel, but everyone else was standing close enough to hear. Rachel slowly nodded, a shy smile spreading across her pretty face. Suzi dipped her fingers into her wet pussy and pulled them out for Rachel. This time the girl was more assertive, taking Suzi's hand by the wrist and firmly sucking the juices from the fingers. This gave Suzi a really perverted idea, and she almost recoiled from her thought. After allowing Rachel a few seconds to thoroughly clean her fingers, Suzi quietly asked the girl a question. "Would you like to skip the fingers and lick me?" Suzi couldn't believe that she actually asked the question, and yet she couldn't deny how much the girl's response turned her on. Rachel hesitantly nodded, and moved to the end of the table where there was no bench seat, Then, kneeling on the grass, she reached for Suzi's legs and pulled the dripping pussy to within a couple inches of her face. Slowly, hesitantly, she looked into Suzi's eyes almost as if asking permission. Suzi spread her legs as wide as possible and nodded to the girl. Rachel reached out her tongue and barely touched it to Suzi's pussy. Getting only a drop or two on her tongue, she moved her tongue around in her mouth to more fully taste the cum. Then she stuck her tongue out again, this time not hesitantly, and she began to lick up and down the lips, causing Suzi to moan loudly. After several seconds of this, Suzi dropped back onto the table, the skin of her back feeling the cold wood. Rachel was really getting into it, licking and sucking Suzi's cunt in an effort to get all the juices she could. Both girls were moaning loudly and the crowd pulled in closer to get a better view of the pornographic action in front of them. In the few minutes it took for Rachel to gather all the juices she could from Suzi's pussy, Suzi came twice. The first was almost gentle, more from the newness of the experience than anything else. But the second orgasm was a real bell-ringer. Suzi split her attention from watching Rachel feast on her pussy to watching everyone around her get turned on by the show. She noticed that two of the boys were fondling the boobs of their dates, and two girls had had dicks in their mouths as they tried to watch the display in front of them. With all this going on, and with the incredible pleasures of Rachel going down on her, Suzi had the most intense orgasm of her life. She screamed to the stars and arched her back to a painful degree. The shuddering and shivering she felt travel throughout her body was incredible. She couldn't breathe so she only screamed once, but the intensity of her experience was clear in her totally still form, frozen in pleasure as if glued to the table top. And then Suzi collapsed, dizzy and exhausted from her orgasm. After almost a minute, she realized that Rachel was still gently licking her pussy, and Suzi looked down at the girl. Motioning for her to move up to her face, Suzi found herself kissing Rachel in thanks for the incredible pleasures she had received from the girl. And then she found herself kissing Rachel because she liked the taste of the mingled juices on her lips and in her mouth. And then she found herself kissing Rachel because she really liked kissing Rachel. After what must have been a couple of minutes, the two girls parted lips. Suzi mouthed a silent thank you and Rachel smiled back. And both girls took a minute to let their breathing slow to normal. And then Suzi had another perverted idea. "My pussy seems to be empty, and I really liked the feeling of cum filling me. Anyone interested in filling my pussy again?" The idea of getting fucked had consumed her on the trip back from the fair. And the idea of having another girl clean her up had seemed both nasty and exciting. But suddenly the idea of another boy fucking her was driving her wild. She didn't even look around for Tommy, having almost forgotten him in her excitement. But silence greeted her question. "Come on. You can't tell me that none of you boys got turned on enough to fuck me right here in front of everyone. Surely one of you boys is turned on enough to show some guts. Someone please fuck me! I want a dick in me!" The last was almost shouted as Suzi got more and more excited about the idea. And suddenly, two of the boys almost jumped forward in response to her plea for someone to fuck her. Suzi told the two boys to strip and take turns. They hesitated for just a second, and then almost tore off their clothes. The date of one of them verbally complained, calling out his name. But the girl that was with the other boy actually stepped up to help him get undressed. And because of the help, the second boy was naked first. Suzi scooted across the table toward him, placing her pussy in easy reach. And, in spite of Rachel cleaning her up, Suzi could feel the juices oozing from her pussy in anticipation of this new level of sexual activity. She didn't even ask his name, she just grabbed his cock and fed it to her hungry pussy. This boy seemed about as inexperienced as Tommy had seemed, and he had to poke around a little to find her hole. But between his poking and her directing, he was soon thrusting into her. And his efforts were hard and fast. Within a couple of minutes he emptied what seemed to be a huge load into Suzi's cunt. She could feel it oozing out and coating her asshole. But she didn't slow down. "Sloppy seconds bother you?" Her question was directed to the second boy with the pissed off date, and he didn't answer. He just stepped up and rammed his dick deep into her cunt. Clearly, this boy knows what he is doing. Suzi's comment was silent as she chuckled to herself. And the boy's long and deep strokes began to have their effect on her. She was becoming very turned on as she watched him approach his orgasm. What's with these boys? It only takes them a couple of minutes? Again, Suzi's question was silent because she didn't want to irritate anyone. The more she was being fucked, the more she was looking forward to being fucked again. Tommy was totally absent from her thoughts as she considered the possibility of fucking all six of the boys here. And the idea really turned her on. Just then the boy grunted loudly and Suzi could feel him spurting his cum deep inside her. This turned her on so much that it caused her to cum, too. The two of them enjoyed their coupling for a few more seconds, and then the boy pulled out. Suzi was surprised when the boy's date stepped up and knelt in front of him, taking his dripping cock deep into her mouth. Suzi watched her for a moment, impressed with the girl's skills. And then she had another perverted thought. "Anyone hungry for some cum?" Suzi looked at Rachel but was surprised when another girl jumped forward and knelt in front of her pussy. With two loads, Suzi knew the girl had a serious cleanup job in front of her, but the girl seemed to respond to the challenge. She pushed her tongue deep into Suzi's pussy, trying to gather as much cum into her mouth as possible. Another thirty seconds and she seemed to have accomplished her goal. Then, without saying anything, the girl stood and walked over to Suzi's face. She slowly bent over and Suzi had no idea what the girl intended. Then she pressed her lips to Suzi's lips, surprising her with the kiss. For a second, Suzi hesitated, and then she settled into the passionate kiss the girl was offering. But as Suzi pressed her tongue into the girl's mouth, she was shocked to feel the girl's lips parting and a mouthful of cum poured into Suzi's mouth. Immediately, Suzi recoiled and the girl chuckled, mumbling something about sharing. And as Suzi thought about it, she discovered that her excitement level increased even more than before. Suzi was amazed at how this evening was turning out. It was so far beyond exciting that she had no words to describe it. So she just settled into enjoying it. An hour later, Suzi tried to sit up in the table top. She was weak and exhausted from all the sex. She had been fucked by Tommy, and then by all six of the boys who had watched her and Tommy, and then by two of them again. She had been eaten out by three different girls, and by Rachel a second time. She had swapped cum three times, tasting several different boys. And she had gone down on one of the girls when her date had fucked her instead of Suzi. Suzi was exhausted, but she was still excited. This had been the most incredible night of her life, and she didn't want it to end. But she knew she had to get home before her protective father called the police. It turned out that Tommy had left, although when he actually left Suzi had no idea. Apparently, he didn't like the idea of his girlfriend being fucked in public by half a dozen strangers. But Suzi found that she didn't care. She had uncovered in herself such a deep craving for sex, especially sex while being watched, that she knew Tommy alone could never satisfy her. And she discovered that she enjoyed kissing and eating other girls almost as much as she loved getting fucked. In fact, Suzi had gone from virgin to serious sex addict all in one night. And she loved it. Suzi knew she would never be the same. The only problem would be finding more and better ways to experience sex, but she knew it would be a problem that she would love solving.

For Want of a Mask by FinchAgent Chapter Five: The Boy Mark, usually so cool and collected, seemed almost more flustered and embarrassed than Angela herself. "A-Angela, w-what, h-how? Are you? What? Is this?" Angela scooted her body around so that she was facing him, but still crouching down to preserve whatever scraps of her modesty remained. "It's a long story. But I'm so glad you're here. I need your help, Mark. Do you have any clothes for me?" Mark held her gaze for a moment. "Y-yes I do. In the car. Which is right over there." "Awesome!" said Angela, smiling genuinely now. "I owe you one." "Let's go," Mark said, extending an arm. Angela slowly rose to a standing position, and let Mark put a protective arm around her back. Hand clasping her upper arm, he led her swiftly towards his Ford hatchback and opened one of the back doors to let her in. "There should be some things on the floor there," he said, closing the door behind her. Angela bent over to look at the car floor, and found a slightly threadbare red shirt, in what looked like a child's size, but a large child's size. "My nephew's," Mark said. Angela pulled the shirt over her head. It didn't quite cover her belly button. The shirt had a picture of a cartoon duck on it, who, Angela noted wryly, was dressed in much the same fashion as herself. Mark exchanged glances with her. "Okay, I'll drive you to my place and we get can get something better." "Thank you." Mark got into the driver's seat and pulled out of the parking lot. Angela sat in the backseat of the car, upright and with her seatbelt on, legs crossed. If anyone caught the glimpse of her, they would probably assume she was wearing particularly skimpy bikini bottoms. Which she wished was true. At this point she'd be relieved to have a thong. "So, uh, Angela," said Mark, "how'd you end up naked in a hospital parking lot? Never thought I'd see you of all people in that sort of predicament." Angela sighed, and began to tell him the story. He didn't know Tammy, so it didn't really matter what he ended up thinking of her. "Can't believe they're still enforcing masks at that salon," said Mark, once she was finished. "I haven't even seen anyone else wearing one in months. Really crazy that they made you go through that. You should leave a bad review." Angela could imagine it now. "The trim was great value for money, and Sharon is a very skilled hairdresser, but the nudist haircutting experience they offer to maskless customers carries on long past its welcome. Two stars." "And that Tammy sounds like a real bitch," Mark continued. "With friends like that, who needs enemies?" After a short drive, Mark and Angela arrived at Mark's house, in a different suburb from Tammy's. It was quite a large, attractive house, with a well maintained front lawn. A wooden fence separated the front and back yards. Mark parked in the driveway. "We'll go through the back. My mom is a bit funny about having guests inside the house, what with COVID and everything." So he lives with his mom, thought Angela. Mark was a few years older than her. Mark got out of the car first, and opened the door for Angela, standing as cover as she climbed out, futilely pulling at the bottom of her shirt. The two quickly made their way to the fence, and Mark unlatched the gate and guided Angela in, one hand hovering very close to her butt. The back yard was large, and fully surrounded by wooden fencing, Angela was pleased to note. Its central feature was a rectangular swimming pool, in which a tubby, pug-nosed boy of about eight or nine was currently splashing around. The boy froze when he saw Angela, and fixed her gaze. Angela pulled at her shirt with one hand and held the other one over her crotch. "Uncle Mark," the boy who must have been his nephew, Billy, piped up, "why is that lady wearing my shirt?" "Sorry," Mark whispered to Angela, "I thought he'd gone home already. Should have made sure the coast was clear." "She's stretching it Uncle Mark!" Billy screeched, paddling to the side of the pool and hefting his rotund little body out. "She lost her panties so she's ruining my favorite shirt!" "Billy," said Mark, walking towards him, "this is my friend Angela. She needs to borrow your shirt for a little while, just until I can get her something better to wear." Mark cast a pleading look backwards. Angela gulped, and walked forward, bending down in a now-familiar crouch to keep her crotch as far from the boy's eyes as possible. She released her grip on the bottom of the shirt --- there was no way it would reach as far as she needed it to anyway. "Hi Billy," she said softly, now standing on the bricks by the pool, her eyes level with his. "Thank you for lending me your favorite shirt. I'll take good care of it, I promise." Billy scowled, eyes focused on his prized shirt. "You're stretching it with your boobies!" Angela flushed red and sank into a lower crouch. It was one thing to be seen like this by women, another to be seen by men, but worst of all, she decided, was to be seen by little boys. "Tell her to give it back Uncle Mark!" Billy cried. "It's my shirt, mine!" "Billy..." Mark began. His nephew was having none of it, and immediately flopped onto the ground and started crying, screaming, and stamping his arms and legs. "Give it back! Give it back!" Mark glanced helplessly at Angela. He was seeming less like the shining hero he'd appeared to be in the parking lot with every passing second. Billy suddenly stopped screaming. A sly looking flicked across his face. "If Auntie Angela doesn't give my shirt back, I'll hold my breath until I pass out." "No, Billy, please don't..." But it was too late. Billy sucked in a deep breath and shut his mouth. "I really don't need to deal with this," said Mark. "Billy, stop it this instant!" Billy's will was strong. He kept his mouth resolutely closed as his face turned redder and redder. "Ah, who am I kidding?" Mark sighed. "Angela, I hate to say this, but, could you..." Angela's eyes widened in shock, and she hugged the shirt to herself. "No!" "Please Angela, just give him the shirt. Look, his face is turning blue." And indeed it was. But still Billy held his breath. "I really can't have my sister's kid pass out on my watch," pleaded Mark. "Not again." "But Mark, I'll be---" "Don't worry, I said I'd get you something better, didn't I? Just please do this. For me." Billy's whole face had turned blue. He looked dangerously close to fainting. "Uugh, fine," Angela replied, in disbelief of what she was about to do. "I'll give you the shirt, Billy." She stood up slightly and put an arm over her shoulder. Billy opened his mouth and breathed out and in, his face quickly returning to its normal color. Angela grabbed the shirt from the back and pulled it up and over her head, then handed it to the boy, who snatched it greedily. Naked once more, defeated again, she placed an arm across her breasts. "Auntie Angela's naked! Naked! Naked!" Billy jeered, making her feel even worse. And then she felt a small hand shove the back of her leg, and she lost her balance and toppled into the swimming pool. "Aaah!" "Haha!" Billy jeered, scampering across the lawn to his towel. Sudden submergence was a shock to Angela, but she quickly regained her faculties and resurfaced, gulping for air. Her shoes and socks were heavy with water, so she reached down to undo them. Luckily her phone was waterproof. Angela tossed both shoes, socks and her phone past the bricks and onto the grass. Then she parted the hair from her face to see that Billy had disappeared inside the house. She also saw a stern older woman looking out of the open patio doors at her. They briefly locked eyes, and the woman made a disgusted face at her, mouthed the word "whore", and shouted for Mark. "Yes Mother, I'll be right there!" "And come alone!" the woman snapped. Mark cast a sheepish look at Angela, shrugged, and went to join his mother in the house, where both soon vanished from sight. Angela bobbed in the pool, and tried to tune out the muffled screeching that soon started inside the house. It was almost noon on a warm day. The water felt good against Angela's bare skin, and she suddenly understood the appeal of skinny dipping. Under different circumstances, she might really enjoy this. She cast a glance at her soaked shoes and socks strewn across the lawn, and wiggled her toes. Now Angela was truly naked. Eventually, Mark reappeared in the back yard. His posture was slumped, and he smiled weakly at Angela. "My mom doesn't want you in the house," he said. "She saw you take that shirt off in front of Billy and is now convinced that you're, uh, corrupting the youth, or something. I know, I know, it wasn't like that. I tried to explain, but mother is very, uh, stubborn." Angela tried to imagine what his mother was thinking. From one angle, well, she did disrobe in front of child. "But don't worry, I'll make a plan to get you some clothes. Sorry about all this." Angela had been feeling a little mad at Mark, and that didn't really go away, but now she also felt pity for him. Well, really, it was more like disgust. What a weak and pathetic man, who couldn't even stand up to his mother. Angela bobbed around in the water a bit more, keeping her body submerged. To the casual observer, she looked like a normal, swimming girl. But on slightly closer observation, it was obvious that she wasn't wearing a swimsuit. After she got tired of swimming, Angela pulled herself out of the pool and crouch walked to a spot on the lawn, where she lay down on her front, with her legs pressed tightly together. The grass tickled her belly, boobs and legs. This was the position of maximum coverage. She splayed her arms out to the side, figuring Mark had already seen plenty of her ass. Mark sat down on the grass beside her. "Could you get me a towel?" Mark grimaced. "My mom's exact words were, 'let that hippy dry off in the sun.'" Angela's disgust rose. Couldn't believe this man, who she'd once found attractive, was so deferential to his mother that he couldn't even do a single small thing to help a young, attractive lady in distress. "It's, uh, pretty hot out," Mark said. He was right. Angela could feel that she was already mostly dried off, except for her hair. Her shoes and socks still looked soggy though. "Listen, Angela, I---" Mark was cut off by a ringing phone. His own. He took it out of his pocket and looked at the caller. "Oh! Better take this, it's the boss." Mark put the phone to his ear and said hello. A torrent of tinny voiced speech erupted from the other side. "Uh-huh," said Mark. "Yes, got it. I do. Got one right here." Mark produced a marker from another pocket. "Take it down now? I don't have anything to--- okay, got it." Angela caught the apology in Mark's eyes, but before she understood what it was for, the lid had come off his marker and its nib was tickling her back. "Lay still," Mark whispered to her. "This is extremely important." Despite herself, Angela lay still. She was obeying a lot of orders today, and most of them had been actively harmful to her. But she felt compelled by the force in Mark's voice. A big, strong, fully clothed man, using her naked body... if not in that way... The writing continued down Angela's back, moving swiftly from left to right, going lower and lower. Mark nodded and made affirmative noises to the person on the other end of the line, but showed no sign of slowing down. Angela felt a pen stroke down the left dimple on her lower back, and then the right one. The pen continued. Mark was now writing on her ass. Across one cheek and then the other, one, two, three lines. Angela thought her butt was too big sometimes, but big butts were the fashion, so she didn't let it bother her. She could feel the finger of Mark's writing hand against her plump flesh. Under different circumstances, if Mark were less entangled in his mother's apron strings, she might have welcomed it. But right now she just felt uncomfortable. "Turn over," Mark hissed. He'd reached the end of her butt, and still wasn't done. Angela was mortified. "No way!" Then Mark grabbed her side and pulled her over, onto her back. His pen was on her collarbone before she could protest. A primal fear rose up in Angela's throat, and she breathed deeply through her nose to calm it. This was fine. She was fine. Well, not really, but all Mark wanted to do was write down a really, really long message. A line was written across the top of Angela's torso, and then he started on her boobs. Some marks on the left, then on the right. His pinky brushing the skin, grazing her nipples. Mark tried hard to keep a straight face, but she knew he was loving this. The message continued below Angela's boobs, across her rib-cage and down her tummy, where she was extra ticklish. She let out a giggle, jiggling slightly and causing Mark to scrawl a letter. The writing continued, but Mark's pen was slowing down now. Finally, as his hand brushed the top of her pubes, the writing mercifully stopped. Mark nodded, made another affirmative sound, and said goodbye to the person on the phone. He rolled back, collapsing on his back on the grass. Angela caught sight of a bulge in his jeans. Under different circumstances, perhaps... "Sorry about that Angela," he said, righting himself, in the tone of one apologising for a minor inconvenience rather than a very intimate invasion. "I didn't have anywhere else to write, and my boss is very impatient." Angela sat up, her hands fallen at her sides, allowing Mark to scrutinise his work. He looked for a long time. "You're very beautiful," he said. "So what's the purpose of this message?" asked Angela. "It's a code. Yeah, the whole thing is. We're very security conscious at work. I have to type it in to a computer at the office. It's quite urgent, actually." Angela raised an eyebrow. "Do you have to do that now?" "Yes. Stand up so I can take some pics." Angela gasped. "I am not going to let you take naked pictures of me!" "But it's for work! I'll delete them right after, I promise." "No." Angela folded her arms. "Get me some clothes, and I'll come to your office with you. Then you can type your code out from the source." Mark cocked his head. "Yeah, I guess that can work too. Hold on, let me go inside and get you something." Why Mark couldn't have brought something for her to wear out of the house the first time was a mystery to her. But then he wouldn't have gotten to put his hands all over her naked body. Not for the first time that day, Angela felt she was at the center of a vast conspiracy, with the single purpose of keeping her nude. Everything she did seemed to make things worse. If she'd just gone home with Tammy, maybe she could have gotten that black dress back. At the very least, she wouldn't now be both naked and barefoot. Accepting Mark's help had actually been net clothing loss so far. But perhaps not for long. Mark reappeared in the back yard carrying a blue dress shirt. "Is that it?" Angela asked. She'd been hoping for a pair of pants as well. "My mom doesn't want me to give you anything, so this is really the best I can do." Angela sighed, but spread her arms out for Mark to slip the shirt over her. Soon, her arms and hands were covered by long sleeves. Unlike the last shirt she'd worn, this one was actually long enough to cover her, the bottom of the shirt extending some distance past the bottom of her ass. She looked like --- well, she looked like Mark's sexual conquest, but at least she was covered. "Come, let's go," Mark said, as Angela did up the last button. "No time to waste." Angela cast a glance at her still-damp shoes and socks. "We can come back for those," said Mark. The two left the backyard, exiting through the same wooden gate they'd entered through. Angela felt the sensation of being out in the open with just a long shirt on and no shoes. It wasn't too different from a dress, really. And after today, she'd probably be comfortable in any clothes that covered her privates. Itsy bitsy teeny weeny polka dotted string bikini? Better than nothing. Chapter Six: The Office Angela sat in the passenger seat on the way to Mark's office, feeling almost normal. Her feet were bare, which was a little weird, and obviously she wasn't wearing any underwear --- that seemed especially hard to come by today --- but she was covered now, and that was the main thing. Mark had to make a stop to enter the code written across her body into a computer, and then he said he'd drive her home. "Do you wanna, maybe, uh, hang out some time?" Mark asked her, trying to sound cool and aloof. "I'll make sure my mother's not home." Angela scowled internally, but kept her face neutral. So he wanted her to come back to his place. To "hang out". And he didn't say it, but she got the insinuation that the dress code, for her, would be the same as this first visit. Even now, Mark was probably thinking about how she felt under his pen hand and hoping to jab her with a different long instrument. No wining and dining for the little nude whore. Straight to business. She glanced at his crotch. Difficult to tell from this angle, but she didn't doubt her intuition. "I'll let you know," she said, cognizant of her need for him to drive her home later. "Cool," Mark said. He probably thought she meant it. Mark pulled into the lot of his empty office building, swiping a key card at the entrance boom gate. He parked right in front of the building, and once again got out to open the door for Angela. "This'll be quick, in and out." Marked swiped his key card to enter the main building, and led Angela up some stairs and then down a long, winding hallway. To both sides, she saw big open-plan office rooms with rows and rows of cheap desks, swivel chairs and computer screens. Her bare feet tread noiselessly on the gray carpet. They came to an office at the end of the hall, which Mark had to use a fingerprint scanner to get into. The room contained a single computer with a large screen against one of the walls. Beneath a screen was a small, cheap keyboard on a rickety desk. Mark walked up to the computer and tapped the space bar a few times to wake the screen up. Then he entered a password, and some commands. A minute or two later, the screen filled with a giant prompt, which read, "ENTER CODE". "Okay, we need the code," Mark said, looking back at Angela. Angela checked around the room. She didn't see any cameras, and Mark had assured her that his office didn't have CCTV when she'd asked. They were on the fourth floor, so it was unlikely that anyone would be peeking through the windows either. And in any case, the blinds were all drawn. None of that made what she was about to do all that much easier. Slowly, with shaking hands, Angela undid the top button of the dress shirt. This was the longest she'd been fully covered since the start of this ordeal, and now she was taking her clothes off again. It was even worse than if she'd just been naked the whole time. "This thing has a timer, Angela," Mark said, when she was halfway down the shirt. "We don't have all day." Angela sniffed, suppressing a tear, and quickly undid the rest of the buttons. Then she shrugged the shirt off her shoulders, and let it fall with her wrists still in the sleeves, like a glamour model posing for a pin-up shot. She turned around so that Mark could see the writing on her back. Mark thanked her, and started typing. She'd seen him type quite fast earlier, but now he was slowly pecking the keys between long looks at her. "I thought there was a timer," she said. "Gotta make sure I get this right. Take a step back." She did so, and felt a finger on her back. Mark was tracing the lines. The pace of his keyboard tapping increased. Mark's finger traveled lower and lower down her back, till he was poking her butt. Then the typing seemed to slow down again. "Hey!" Angela cried. "Don't enjoy this so much! And hover that finger!" Mark, chastened, did as he was told. He typed a few more characters, and then paused. "Why did you stop?" Angela asked. "The last few letters are covered up." She knew what that meant. With a sigh, Angela pulled up her arms and let the shirt fall from her wrists. The typing resumed. "Turn around," Mark said. Angela did as she was told. Now she was facing Mark, from mere inches away, with her arms at her sides. His eyes were glued to her, and it took a minute for him to start typing again. He reached out a guiding hand. "None of that!" Angela snapped, slapping away a finger that was coming perilously close to her chest. "That real estate is off-limits." Of course, Mark had already written across her boobs, but she couldn't just let him touch them again. Mark's typing was slower, but he obeyed her wishes. Having something go her own way for once today made Angela feel a little better about presenting herself so openly to a casual acquaintance she was coming to dislike. At last, the code was completed. Mark pressed Enter on the keyboard, and the computer churned for a few minutes, before flashing a bright green check mark. A mechanical female voice said, "Authorization code accepted. Please destroy this code at once." Mark smiled at Angela. "Thanks for your help. I forgot to mention, you're going to have to clean that off." "Well duh." Angela made a face. "Of course I'm going to clean this mess off!" Mark's face was hard and serious. "I mean now. There's a shower in downstairs, three doors to your right." That was a bit weird, but Angela supposed it would be okay. A shower sounded kind of nice, honestly. She bent down to pick up her shirt, but Mark was standing on it. "Some of the letters rubbed off on it a bit," he said, pointing at a few black marks on the shirt. "I'll have to destroy it. Which is what my Mom would have made me do anyway." Angela's jaw dropped in disbelief. "Can't that at least wait until I get home?" "Nope, we take security very seriously." Mark was already gathering up the shirt in his arms as he said this. "Now go wash yourself off, thoroughly. There should be a few bars of industrial soap in that bathroom you can use." "Like this?" Angela cried, gesturing to her naked body. "Most people shower in the nude, yeah." "But can't you at least give me the shirt to wear into the bathroom?" "What for? There's no-one here. Just go shower, I'll figure out a plan for something you can wear." Mark was curt, dismissive, and there was a threatening undercurrent in his voice. Angela suddenly felt afraid, remembered the force with which he'd flopped her over on the grass. The feeling of being trapped as he loomed over, scrawling with his marker. Looking down at her bare feet, Angela trudged out of the room as Mark held the door open for her. He was hanging back to do a few more things on the computer, so she'd have to find the shower on her own. Though that was preferable to spending any more time with Mark than absolutely necessary. She walked past the same boring open-plan offices, but it felt a bit different now that she was naked. She imagined herself sitting on one of the swivel chairs, working hard at a laptop. Her hair was done up nicely, she had on a necklace, was wearing a fashionable pair of glasses and shiny black pumps. But nothing else. No clothes. The leather felt cool against her backside. She looked up from her laptop. Everyone else in the office was normal, clothed, except for naked Angela. She shook the vision out of her mind. No, she was Angela, just Angela. Nice, normal Angela. She didn't even own any tops that showed cleavage. She'd had clothes before, and she'd have them again. One weird, unlucky day did not define her. Would not define her. The bathroom was where Mark said it would be. It was a male bathroom, but there didn't seem to be female one anywhere near by, so that would have to do. Angela slipped inside. It was really no different from a female bathroom, aside from the urinals on the walls. The shower was in a corner of the room, and didn't look like it was used often. A stack of large soap bars was piled on top of one of the sinks. There were no towels, naturally. Angela grabbed a bar of soap and stepped into the shower. She turned the hot and cold taps on, and let the water come down warm up for few seconds before stepping underneath it. It felt good, rejuvenating. And for the first time today, Angela's nudity was not out of place in her surroundings. That also felt good. Felt normal. The marks on her skin came off with just a little bit of scrubbing. Angela smiled at this; she felt as though she was rubbing Mark's unwanted touches off her body as well. A funny thought occurred to her: although she was glad to be rubbing off the ink, she was making herself more naked by doing so. It didn't really matter, it mattered even less than losing her shoes and socks did, but it was still kind of true. Ink was a kind of covering. And maybe with enough... She'd seen pictures where a model would have an entire outfit painted on her body, and it wouldn't be obvious that she was naked until you looked really close. Maybe that was Mark's idea for her next outfit: a black marker leotard. Although if that was the case he probably wouldn't have made her shower. Sharon. Mark. Tammy. The blonde lady. The big teenager. Angela was getting pretty sick of others getting to decide on her outfits. Especially because they all seemed to pick "no outfit" most of the time. Angela closed both shower taps and stepped out of the shower, dripping on the tiled floor. She inspected herself in the mirror, lifting each breast, and then turning and rising on tip-toes to get a full view of her butt. All the ink was gone, as though it had never been there. Satisfied, she turned her attention to drying off. The bathroom had a hand blow dryer, which she wiggled and shook in front of to dry off her skin. She worked at doing the same with her hair, running her fingers through it in lieu of a comb, but gave up while it was still mildly damp. At least it was freshly trimmed. She took another look at herself in the mirror, arranged her hair so it fell over her breasts, and then turned to go. A car pulled off in the distance, and her heart jumped into her throat. Angela burst out of the bathroom, coming face to face with a sticky note that had been freshly stuck up on the opposite wall. She tore it down and started reading. "Hey Ang, had to run, Billy emergency at home. Back soon, hang tight." And of course, there was no sign of the shirt. But what was even worse was the sound Angela heard next. The tell-tale beeping of an alarm system about to engage. Something Mark had neglected to mention. Chapter Seven: The Bureau In a matter of seconds, the alarm would engage, and Angela would have to explain to a bunch of security guards what she was doing in a high-security engineering office she didn't work at on a Saturday afternoon. And why she wasn't wearing any clothes, but that would be the least of her worries. To avoid that, she needed to move, fast. But a crucial choice gripped her. Mark hadn't brought the shirt down from the upper floor for her, but it might still be somewhere up there. Then again, he might also have taken it back with him, to destroy it or whatever, or he may have even left it on the floor in the high-security computer room that Angela didn't have the right fingerprints to get into. Even if it was accessible, there was no time to fetch it. Angela told herself this on repeat as she sprinted through the corridor, down the last set of stairs, and into the building's lobby, the wind at her sides. Bare feet slapped against tiles as she ran for the door, slammed the open button, and slid out into the parking lot. The door clicked and locked behind her, and she heard the final series of beeps that meant the alarm had engaged. There was no going back now. Angela stepped gingerly through the parking lot, casting glances back at the office building. She didn't appreciate being abandoned there by Mark, but at least it was private and empty. Now she was out in public again and any random passerby might spot her. Something was hanging in one of the upper floor windows of the office building, Angela noticed. It couldn't be. It was! A blue square, which could only be Mark's shirt, was hanging up on a third floor window handle. It looked to be missing a few patches from the back, but still appeared very much wearable. Angela threw her head back and screamed. Tears streamed from her eyes, and she raged and stomped around the parking lot. If she had just taken a little less time in the shower, or a bit less time trying to dry her hair! If she had just chosen to check upstairs before leaving! Maybe she could have made it, and she would have had a shirt. But no, she had to sprint to outrun the alarm. She had had just enough time to get out and no more. And she hadn't known about it when she was showering, nor had she known Mark would abandon her with a mere note. Now she had nothing. No shirt, no shoes, no phone (she'd left it drying on grass at Mark's), and no idea when or if Mark would come back for her. She wrapped her arms tight around her body in a pitiful self-embrace. As if to prove to her that things could still get worse, a police siren ripped through the air. It was coming this way. Angela knew if she was caught by the police, she'd be arrested for indecent exposure. That was not how she needed to end this horrible, horrible day. She glanced back at the office. No cover there, not even an alcove or a tree to hide behind. So she ran. The police siren neared. Angela sprinted down the sidewalk, bare feet slapping against asphalt, breasts heaving and making her wish for her sports bra with every step. The police car was going to come down this street any moment now, and she was still too far from the nearest alley. There was no way she could outrun it. There! There was an open door to the building on her left, and it didn't look like there were any people inside. Angela turned on a dime and sprinted up two steps at a time, clearing the entrance and diving to one side of it just as the police car turned the corner. Breathing hard, she crouched against the wall and waiting for the car to pass by. The siren soon faded into the distance. The police car hadn't come to arrest her, either for breaking into Mark's office or for running around town in the altogether. But now that the immediate threat was gone, she had a thought. Didn't people who got arrested for public nudity usually get bundled into coats or blankets? Would that... could that be worth it, actually? Trying to solve this problem by herself hadn't exactly been working out so far. Everything she did just seemed to expose her to more people. The police car was long gone, so it was too late to change her mind about being arrested. She looked around the dim, vacant lobby she'd found herself in. As her eyes adjusted to the weak light, she noticed a signpost with some writing on it that was far too good to be true. She got up and moved closer, rubbing her eyes to make sure she wasn't hallucinating. But sure enough, there it was. "2nd floor: Bureau of Clothing" And then, underneath it, in smaller letters: "Give me your poor, your tired, your naked. Free coverings for all who need them. Open 24/7." A charity! A clothing charity that explicitly mentioned "your naked", i.e. herself! And this one wouldn't require payment with money she didn't have. Maybe she wouldn't need to get arrested after all. Angela put her hair back in place and covered herself with her arms. She proceeded cautiously, but optimistically up the stairs, to the local office of the Bureau of Clothing. As she ascended the last few steps, a reception desk came into view. Behind this desk sat a neat little man in spectacles and a sweatervest. "Bureau of Clothing, how may I ass--- oh! Oh wow!" Angela sheepishly made her way to the counter, arms wrapped tight around her body. "Hi," she said. "Good afternoon, ma'am," said the man at the desk. "Welcome to the Bureau of Clothing, one part of the three-pronged National Helping Hands Initiative, in which our government has pledged to feed the hungry, heal the sick and clothe the naked." "Yes, great, I'm the naked. Could I get some clothes, please?" "Certainly, ma'am! Just sign the entrance register here and we'll kick off the process." The man held a pen out in front of Angela. Angela frowned. "Would it be possible to, uh, get some clothes first?" she asked. "I've, uh, got my hands full here." "Procedure is procedure, I'm afraid," the man replied, his voice sickeningly chipper. "Just follow the process and we'll have you dressed in no time." "What about your sweatervest? Could you let me wear it, just for a bit?" The man put a shocked hand to his mouth. "Heavens no! That would be a gender mismatch. The big bosses would have my head! No, no, we must follow the proper procedure." Maybe this place hadn't been the godsend it initially seemed after all. Getting clothing out of these people might take a while. Angela turned to leave, but felt a hand on her upper arm. "Please don't go," said the man. "We want to help you, we really do. We haven't had a full nude in ages! Please, sign the register, and we'll get you some clothes." The man seemed genuine enough. And whatever happened in here, well, it was probably preferable to going outside and getting arrested. Angela reluctantly pulled her right hand away from covering her crotch and took the pen. She filled in her name, cellphone number and reason for visiting ("To get clothes") in the blocks provided and signed at the end. "Alright then, that's all in order, right this way please!" The man motioned for Angela to enter a door to his left. She thanked him half-heartedly and proceeded through, holding her right hand between her backside and his spectacles. The room beyond was a standard public office, with rows of ancient chairs against the walls, and a few snaking mazes of stanchions leading to windows, behind which bored government employees sat. Angela's entry raised a few murmurs from these individuals, but no-one rushed out to help her. Thankfully, there were no lines, or indeed anyone other than the place's staff. Angela walked over to the first window and greeted the woman behind it. The woman's eyes betrayed a very slight spark of life, but she said nothing. "I'm here about some clothes," Angela said, feeling ridiculous. "I can see that," the woman replied, her eyes traveling slowly up and down Angela's body. "This counter's for footwear needs, you'll want the next one." While Angela did have some footwear needs, shoes were not her most pressing concern just then. She thanked the lady and moved to the next counter, which was staffed by another, almost identical lady. "Hello, I need some clothes," Angela said. "You need more than I can give you. This counter's for tops, you'll want the next one over." "I don't have a top." "Yes, I can see that. You don't have anything. Next counter." Angela sighed and move to the next counter, which was staffed by a fat, bald man, who licked his lips as she approached. Angela shuddered, and said, again, "Hello, I need some clothes." "This counter's for bottoms. You're looking for whole outfits, next one over. Can't have ladies running around topless." "Really? But it's fine to have them run around naked, like you're making me do?" The man smiled. "We're here to help, but you need to follow procedure. It's the only way to get it right." Angela moved to the next counter, where she found a bright, smiling young lady with red hair and sparkling blue eyes. She wore a lovely tan blouse and blue mini-blazer. Her nametag read "Kate". She seemed far too alive for this place, and closer to Angela's age than any of the others. "Hello there," said Kate, a sympathetic look on her face as she looked Angela up and down. "You look like you've been through a lot today. But you've come to the right place." Angela sighed in deep relief. "Thank you. Please, tell me what I have to do to get some clothes." Kate leaned on her counter and pointed towards a desk in the corner of the room. "Grab a copy of form 3A, fill it in with your details and bring it back to me. That'll be enough for us to kick things off." "This seems like an awful lot of admin for a naked girl who just needs something to cover herself. Can't you just give me something to wear? At least something temporary, like a gown?" A musical peal of laughter escaped Kate's lips. "Oh honey, this is a government department. We'll do our best for you, but we just don't have the resources to give out temporary gowns to all comers." Angela scowled. "But the sign outside literally says that you will give clothes out to all comers!" "All comers who follow the process," corrected Kate. "We need some information from you so that we can allocate you the right clothes, tailored to your needs. Well, not literally tailored, but you get my meaning." Angela had a vision of Tammy's bedroom. Was this just going to be a boring, drawn-out and bueraucratic version of that? She hoped not. "Form 3A," repeated Kate. "Come now, you must be getting cold." "Yes, I am," Angela said between gritted teeth, before slinking off the find the form. The desk in the corner of the room had a few scattered papers on it, one of which appeared to be a dog-eared, faded copy of Form 3A, Full Outfit Application for Totally Naked Individuals (TNIs). That described her pretty well. She grabbed the pen in her right hand and lent over to fill in the form, left arm still covering her breasts. Her lower body was by necessity exposed, with her rump protruding. She tried to tune out the low whispers of the place's employees and pretend that they weren't all looking at her. The pen took a few tried before any ink came out of it, and the little boxes on the form were the smallest she'd ever seen. Face screwed up with concentration, she slowly filled in her personal details. There didn't appear to be another copy of Form 3A, and if she screwed this one up they'd probably send her bare ass packing. Kate would act apologetic about it though. Name, surname, nationality, sex, age, address, contact details, favorite color... past the personal details section, the questions on the form got a bit strange. In addition to her favorite color, it asked where her favorite place to do clothes shopping was and what her monthly clothing budget was. Sensing a trap, she filled in N/A for the first and $0 for the second. Didn't need them deciding she didn't qualify for help just because she wasn't usually naked. It also asked when last she'd been to a nudist beach (truthfully: never) and if she'd participated in any orgies over the last month (gross!). She filled in "none" for fabric allergies, checked "No" next to "Do you suffer from vestiphobia or related phobias?" and put an even bigger check on "No" next to "Do you feel comfortable in your own skin?" The last question on the form read, "For how long have you been without clothes?" Angela glanced around the room and spotted a wall clock. The time was almost 3pm. Her hairdresser's appointment had been at 7am. "12 hours", she wrote, and it made her want to cry. Angela sniffed and put the pen aside. She picked up the form and held it against her front, using her free hand to cover the butt that baldy had been making lewd comments about the whole time she'd been writing. Probably thought she couldn't hear them, but the prolonged humiliation of public nudity had heightened all her senses. She felt every gust of wind, heard every low whisper and shocked gasp. She saw every look of disgust, disapproval and pity. "Here you go," said Angela to Kate, pushing the form through the gap under the glass. "Thank you, Angela," replied Kate, smiling beautifully. "And might I just say, I love what you've done with your hair." Angela coiled a strand around her finger. "I've certainly paid for it today." Kate scanned over the form, turned it around to look at the other side, and then nodded. "This all looks in order," she said. "Please take a seat, and I'll call you when we've finished processing." Kate smiled and disappeared from the window. Angela walked over to a row of chairs against the wall and sat down on one, crossing her legs and folding her arms across her chest. She glanced over the room. The people behind the windows all had their heads down, pretending to do something, ignoring her. The man would occasionally glance up at her. Angela yawned. How long would they keep her waiting? The room's stuffy air made her feel drowsy, but not enough to sleep. She would have need horse tranquilizers to fall asleep while naked in public. So she sat and stared at the wall. Eventually, Angela heard a door to her right creak open. "Right this way, Angela," Kate said, peaking her head out. Angela stood up and approached the door. She gasped at what she saw there. Beautiful, elegant Kate was naked from the waist down! Angela caught a flash of red landing strip and then dutifully averted cast her eyes down at the woman's high-heels. Kate reached out to touch her shoulder and usher her through the doorway. "This way," she said, heels clacking down the narrow corridor. She had a small, round butt. Angela scurried to walk abreast of her, though the space barely allowed it. "You're not wearing any panties!" she hissed. "You're a Bureau of Clothing official and you're not even fully dressed!" "Budget cuts," Kate replied nonchalantly. "I spend most of my time behind a window, so the higher ups decided it didn't matter if I wore anything below the counter. And there's always a need for more clothing to give to deserving cases like you." "Even underwear?" "That's usually the first to go." The way Kate's blouse shifted as she walked let Angela know that she wasn't wearing a bra either. Angela recalled the protestations of the man out front when she'd asked for his sweatervest. Maybe he would have given it to her if she'd been a man. That... appeared to be how things worked here? She suddenly felt a new respect for the Bureau staff, especially brave, bottomless Kate. The corridor opened up into a large open room, which was furnished with a desk to one side, a stool in the middle, and a treadmill next to the stool. Kate cupped her hands over her mouth and called, "Horatio, I've got a new TNI for you! Female, mid-twenties." A door on the other side of the room flew open, and in stepped a small, hunchbacked old man in a dark suit. He was both bald and clean shaven, walked with a stick and gave off the impression of a turtle. Angela shuddered as his hungry gaze drank her in. "Thank you, Kate," said the turtle-man, Horatio. He looked down at a paper he was holding. "I have a copy of... Angela... right here." He shuffled over to the two women, moving at a rapid pace for one so old and unsteady. "Delighted to meet you, Angela," he said. And then he took her hand, her right hand which hovered in front of her crotch, brought it up to his lips, and kissed it. "Let's get you... measured." Angela chuckled uncomfortably as the man produced a tape measure from an inner coat pocket. Kate nodded to Angela, then Horatio, and turned to go. "Ah, Kate," said Horatio, stopping her. "Before you... go. The Riverview branch... contacted me. They need... a blouse. It's urgent." Kate stood motionless with her back to Horatio. A moment passed, and Angela thought she detected a flicker of anguish pass across the young lady's features. It was a look she knew well. Kate stood still for a moment longer. Then she slowly nodded, and shrugged her shoulders. Her blazer fell to the ground. Then there was a flash of red and white as flicked her hear forward and pulled her blouse overhead. It was the fastest Angela had even seen someone strip. And all of a sudden, she wasn't the only naked woman in the room. Kate's heels clacked across the floor as she strode purposefully towards what looked like a mail chute in a corner of the room. She folded her blouse into a neat bundle and deposited it. "They'll... appreciate it," said Horatio. Kate turned around to face Angela, and walked over to retrieve her blazer. Her breasts were about the same size as Angela's, but a little perkier on Kate's larger frame. But Angela only caught them in the corner of her eye, as her gaze locked on Kate's. The two naked women shared a moment of understanding, before Kate picked up her blazer, put it on and did up the buttons. Angela was briefly jealous, but decided she couldn't begrudge the woman her single item of clothing, which barely came down past her navel. Once Kate had departed, Horatio looked away from the entrance and back at Angela. "On the stool," he said. Angela did as she was told. "Arms out," Horatio said, snapping his tape measure. Angela shot him a pleading look. "Arms... out. We need... measurements." With great reluctance, Angela pried her arms from the spots they were covering and stretched them out at her sides, giving Horatio a full view of her breasts and bush. Horatio licked his lips and went to work. He measured her height. 5'2". He measured her bust, waist and hips, lingering on the first and last. 34-30-40. He took some additional measurements of each breast, admonishing Angela to keep still. Then he measured the length of her legs, arms, and torso, then the circumference of each calf and thigh. He measured her head from all sides, and measured the length of her hair. He measured her feet, down, across and up. Despite Angela's whimpering protestations, he measured the inside of her thighs, assuring her it was necessary if she really, truly wanted clothes. He made her get off the stool for this and stand with her legs spread. As he measured, his wrinkly fingers brushed her pussy lips, and she shuddered in revulsion. This was assault. This whole thing was just wrong. She felt like running far away, letting the whole world see her body, if only to get away from those hands. But then it was over, and Horatio put his tape measure away. "Now... fitness," he said, motioning towards the treadmill. Exactly why a fitness assessment was required to give her clothes, Angela couldn't guess. Maybe they wanted to know if she should get active wear or casual wear, something stupid and pedantic like that. At this point, she was just going with it. Getting clothes at the end would be worth it. Even if she had nightmares about this horrible man fingering her for a month. So Angela dutifully stepped off the stool and onto the treadmill. Horatio brandished two handfuls of suction cups on wires and started gleefully sticking them on her tummy, her legs, her arms, her boobs and her ass. Why not? If this was a real government department, she was going to have to lay a complaint later. The treadmill started, and Angela was running. Slowly at first, but at an ever increasing pace. She watched the speed counter tick up, and up, and up. She pumped her legs and arms, faster and faster. Hair flew around, breasts bounced, ass and thighs jiggled. Horatio was transfixed. The pace kept on increasing, and Angela struggled to keep up. She was breathing hard now, sweat dripping from her forehead and down her torso. Some of the suction cups came loose and fell off, but Horatio didn't seem in a hurry to do anything about that. Faster and faster she ran. Finally, Horatio glanced at the small rectangular device that was on the other end of the suction cup wires and said, "Enough," hitting a button. The treadmill quietened, slowed down, and Angela came to a jogging stop. Her body glistened with sweat, and she stumbled off the treadmill and fell to her knees with exhaustion, then sank to the floor in a heap, butt in the air. A splash of cold water on her back startled her, and she turned over. Horatio loomed over her, holding a water bottle. "Open," he said. She opened her mouth, and he poured the rest of the water bottle into her face. She gulped down greedily, coughing and spluttering. When she was done coughing, Horatio helped her to her feet. Her skin was streaked with gray dust from the floor, that had mingled with her sweat and the water. Horatio produced a clipboard, jotted down some final notes, and then looked up at her and motioned towards the door at the far end of the room. "You may... proceed." "Thank you," she said, still catching her breath. Then, shakily, she walked towards the door, feeling the old man's eyes take one last, long, loving look at her backside. She pushed down the door's handle and opened it a crack, just enough to poke her head around. "Hello?" she said. "Ah, you must be Angela!" came a booming, self-assured male voice from the next room. "Come in, come in!" The presence of a new man immediately returned Angela's self-consciousness, and she slowly pushed open the door, pressing her front against it and covering her behind with her left arm. "Of course, of course, you're the TNI," said the man inside the room, locking his pale blue eyes on her own. "Take your time, everything at your own pace." The man sat on an armchair in the middle of the room, which was positioned beside a psychologist's couch. These were the room's only items of furniture. Dr Paul, as he introduced himself, looked to be in his late thirties. He had a brown beard and was balding, with brown hair that only grew on the sides and back of his head. He was wearing black suit trousers with shiny black shoes and had a tie slung loosely around his neck. His hairy, muscled torso was bare. Between him and Kate, Angela's hopes of getting adequate clothing for herself were falling fast. "You appear to have some concerns about my attire," said Dr Paul. "Let me assure you that we BoC staffers are at the bottom of the list when it comes to getting clothes. We're a selfless lot, giving the very shirts off our back to help the less fortunate." Angela smiled weakly, her body still pressed up against the door. "Now, please take a seat on my couch. Don't worry, ma'am, I'll look away while you approach." Dr Paul turned his head to face the far wall, and Angela peeled herself off the door. She pulled her dark hair forward so it fell over her breasts and walked to the couch, where she lay down carefully, keeping both hands in her lap. Once she was settled, Dr Paul looked back at her, resuming his intense eye contact. After that pervert Horatio, she appreciated that. "Now, Angela, I just have to do a quick mental evaluation, and then we'll have everything we need to get you those clothes you've been looking forward to. You've been very patient with us, and the Bureau thanks you for your understanding. It's been a long time since we've had a TNI, so we're all a little rusty on the procedure." Angela smiled. "As long as I get those clothes." "Right, right, and of course you will. I just have to run through a few questions with you. First question: do you wear clothes at home?" "Yes, always." Dr Paul noted her answer down on his notepad. "Have you ever gone skinny dipping?" Angela made a face. "No, and I definitely won't now!" This was a lie. "Do you wear clothes during sex?" Angela harrumphed indignantly. "What kind of question is that?" "Yes or no, please ma'am." "...No, of course not. But I don't see what that has to do with anything!" "Do you enjoy being the center of attention?" "No!" Angela screamed. "I'd give anything for people to just ignore me again!" "Do you have any exhibitionist tendencies?" "Dr Paul, I have gone through hell today trying to get dressed. I don't like people seeing me naked!" Pen scratched against paper. Then Dr Paul asked, "Would you rather be topless or bottomless?" "Neither!" Dr Paul cocked an eyebrow. "Choose one." Angela pouted. "...Bottomless, I guess. A bit easier to hide, especially if your top is long enough, at least some of the time. But really, honestly, neither!" "If you were trapped on a tropical island and your clothes rotted away, would you make new ones out of leaves?" What kind of questions were these? "I would," Angela answered. "But knowing my luck, they'd just get stolen by wild animals, or maybe I'd be allergic to all the leaves on the island." "What is your best feature?" "My cute little nose." "Below the neck?" "My strong calves." She wasn't playing this game. "Worst feature?" Angela thought for a moment. "It's a tie between my boobs, butt and vagina." Dr Paul cocked an eyebrow. "You don't really believe that." Angela sighed. "My thighs are a little flabby." Dr Paul made a couple more noted on his pad. "Thank you, Angela, we're done here. Please proceed to the next room when you're ready." He stuck out a hand to shake, and Angela took it. Then he stood up and pulled her into a hug. His chest hairs tickled her skin. "I really think we've made a breakthrough here, Angela," he said in her ear. "I'll so happy you came to see me!" And she could feel it too. His strong arms made her feel warm and protected. Maybe, under different circumstances... but not now. She was too confused, too vulnerable. And what could he possibly mean "breakthrough"? She hadn't even been here ten minutes, or been asked any serious questions. Dr Paul released her from the hug and shut his eyes, grinning from ear to ear. "Thank you, doctor," Angela said, as she slipped across the room and to the next, hopefully final door. The room beyond was even emptier than the last two had been, and was completely dark. There was a painted wooden board in the middle, in front of which was a... camera. Angela froze up, and darted to stand behind the camera. "It's okay, Angela," came a familiar voice, speaking from somewhere in the roof. It was the sweatervest man at the front desk. "The camera won't engage until you're standing behind the clothing board." Angela glanced at what the man had called "the clothing board". It was one of those gimmicky picture frame things with cartoon characters who had cut-outs for heads. You were supposed to stand behind it and take a picture with yourself on the body of a strong man or a princess. But instead of cartoons, this board had a life-size photograph of a 1950s couple. The man wore a suit, and the woman a modest red dress with white polka dots. "Just step behind the board so we can take a picture for our records," said the man. Angela couldn't speak. "Is this a joke?" she stammered at last. "I'm still standing here naked, after all your forms and tests and questions, and you want me to pose for a picture!" "Not a naked picture!" clarified the man. "You'll be completely covered by the board. Look, this is the last part of the procedure, and then I'll give you your outfit. I have it right here, ready to wear." The man's assurances calmed Angela down substantially. "I guess I've played along so far..." She took a few steps and positioned her head in the cut-out of the 50s housewife. "Good, good," came the man's voice. "Say clothes!" "Clothes!" Angela shouted, beaming in anticipation of her long-awaited outfit. She wondered if it would be the same as the one on the board. Old-fashioned, but cute enough. She could make it work. The camera flashed, and she was done. "Out the door to your left," said the voice. This door was already open, and Angela stepped through it. She was back on the stairwell, face-to-face with the chipper, sweatervested man. "Congratulations, Angela, you are the... first... Totally Naked Individual to come through a Bureau of Clothing assessment and receive an outfit scientifically formulated to your body, personality and priorities." "Great!" said Angela. "Where is it?" "One moment." The man ducked behind his counter, rummaged around for a moment, and then appeared again, smiling triumphantly. "Here we go! One outfit, custom designed for Miss Angela." The man was not holding any clothing, nor were there any shirts, skirts, pants or even panties and bras hanging on the wall behind him. Angela feared the worst. "I... I don't see it." "It's right here," the man continued, proudly pointing at his outstretched palm. Angela glanced down. "You've got to be joking." In the man's hand was a single loop of elasticised black fabric. A hair-tie. "Please, please, try it on." The man's smile got even wider. "This really is my favorite part of the job!" Maybe he was giving her one piece of her outfit at a time, thought Angela. Yeah, that must be it. Another bureaucratic process. Starting with the top of her head, working down to the tips of her toes. She reached out and plucked the hair-tie from his outstretched palm. The man looked at her expectantly. "Go on, put it on." She coughed, glancing severely down at the arm in front of her breasts. So far this was like the only guy she'd met today who hadn't seen her nipples, and she would have liked to keep it that way. The man didn't get the hint, but repeated his exhortation for Angela to put on the hair-tie. Angela sighed wearily and relented. She dropped her arms to her side and pulled her hair back, then slipped the hair-tie around it and snapped it into place. The man clapped. "There we are! The outfit looks great on you!" The outfit, he had said. There wasn't going to be anything else. Angela was fuming. "The outfit indeed! I came here, asking for clothes, and you promised you had them for me. Then you not only kept my naked, wasting my time with forms and weird questions, but brought in old man to grope me! All so you could give me a hair-tie! A hair-tie, so I could pull my hair away from my boobs, and let you ogle them, you pervert freak!" The man's smile fell instantly. "Calm down, ma'am, or I will have to ask you to leave. This outfit is scientifically formulated to your unique situation, using the latest advances in clothing science." "You can take your clothing science and shove it up your ass!" Angela screamed, turning around and stomping off towards the stairwell. The sound of skin slapping against concrete came up the stairwell, and a lanky, curly haired man man came running towards the Bureau. He was completely naked, with both hands clasped firmly over his crotch. He stopped dead at the sight of Angela, and they locked eyes. Angela felt a flash of envy for him, having such an easy job of covering himself. "Good luck getting anything decent out of these assholes," she said, as she passed him on the steps. "It sure didn't work for me."

Female Masturbation Addiction by Vanessa Evans Part 2 When I woke up I saw that it was still dark outside but the room lights and the balcony light was illuminating the room and I could hear male voices. I was only half awake and didn’t think anything of the voices and went straight back to sleep. When I woke up again the sun was streaming into my room and the air was warm but fresh. I stretched then went out onto the balcony and took a few deep breaths. The weather was great, the place was great and I felt great. I sat on one of the chairs and put my feet up on the railing then spread them wide. Without even thinking my right hand went to my pussy and my fingers started toying with my clit. My first fix of the day arrived a few minutes later, accompanied by a few loud moans. Just as I was getting my wits about me again I heard a male voice say, “Hi there, needed that did you, I could give you something better.” My head quickly turned to look where the voice had come from and I saw a young man about my age, looking over the divider between my balcony and the next one. My heart skipped a couple of beats before I managed to reply, “Hey, it’s beautiful out here at this time of the morning.” “It sure is, the scenery is awesome. I’m Owen, didn’t I see you down by the pool yesterday afternoon?” “Oh shit,” I thought, “that was one of the names that I heard from the 3 guys looking down on me. Play it cool Emma, don’t clam up and run away.” “Possibly, I was sunbathing down there for a while.” “You were naked down there as well, didn’t you bring any clothes with you or did the airline lose your suitcase?” “Yes, no, I’ve got clothes, it’s just that I want to get an all-over tan.” “Well you’ve come to the right place, are you here on your own then?” “Yes, I’m Emma, arrived yesterday afternoon.” “So you haven’t been to the Reps Welcoming Party yet?” “No, she said it was at 10 o’clock this morning.” “It is, the Beach Party excursion is amazing, they’ve got this mainly American theme to it, you know, ‘Girls gone wild’, ‘Nebraska Co-eds’. ‘Skin to Win’, ‘Real Girls Gone Bad’, that sort of thing, you’ll enjoy yourself dressed like that and if you bring yourself off like that you’re sure to win all the competitions. They also have their version of the UK TV Naked Dating program, Naked Attraction, you might find yourself a cute guy there Emma.” I felt myself blush a little as I lied, “Not heard of those but they sound like fun.” “You should definitely go on that excursion Emma. Are you full board or just B&B?” “B&B, why?” “You should think about getting down there, the restaurant closes at 10.” “What time is it now?” “Twenty past nine.” “Shit,” I said and I got to my feet. “Maybe see you later Owen.” I went to the bathroom and did my thing then had to decide what to wear. I opened the drawer and pulled out the top thing which was as long, oversized, sleeveless T-shirt that has no sides. The bottom corners are tied at each side to stop it going all over the place but at the same time leaving both the sides wide open. It covers my back and front when I’m just stood there but reveals everything when I move about. I felt good as I walked down the stairs and to the little restaurant. There weren’t many people in there and it struck me that most of the people in the hotel would still be in bed sleeping off the last nights booze, but I didn’t intend to get drunk and I wanted a good breakfast to set me up for the day. It was a buffet with only one waiter who appeared to be serving coffee. As soon as I sat down he was stood beside me asking if I’d like a coffee. My tit on his side of me was half exposed but he never seemed to stare at it. There was a couple of geeky looking guys getting their food at the buffet and when I went over to get mine they stared at me, possibly because I had to bend forward and the T-shirt was hanging low and they where probably looking at my hanging ‘A’ cup tits. I smiled at them when I stood up straight but I got no reaction from them. I sat eating my breakfast with my left hand be cause my right hand was a little busy between my legs. Breakfast finished I went to the lobby which was where the Holiday Rep on the coach had told us the Welcoming Party would be. There was a couple sat on one sofa and a couple of guys on another but that was it so I wandered around the lobby looking at the various notice boards. One of them was used by the holiday company that I was with so I took more notice of that one and after reading a couple of things I bent over to pick-up a couple of brochures that were on the low table in front of the notice board. As I was deciding which brochures to pick-up I heard a female voice say, “I can see that you are getting into the spirit of things straight away, nice T-shirt.” I stood up straight and turned to see the young woman Rep that had been on the coach. “Oh hi, yes, got to enjoy myself, I’m only here for a couple of weeks.” “Exactly, make the most of it and there’s plenty of single guys here to choose from.” I wasn’t sure what she was implying but I wondered if she thought that I was there to fuck as many guys as I could. “I wish.” I thought. The Rep went over to the sofas and sat at one with a table in front of it and started sorting through some papers. Then a waiter appeared with a tray of glasses of champagne. “Help yourself guys,” the Rep said, “we’ll just hang around for a few minutes to see if anyone else turns up. I went for a glass and as I was bent over I realised that the 2 guys had a good view in the side of my T-shirt so I took my time then stood up and looked at the guys. Both were smiling so I went and sat on the big arm chair that was opposite them and didn’t cross my legs. There was deadly silence as everyone waited and slowly sipped their probably very cheap champagne. I had put my bag on my lap but I slowly spread my knees and when I saw the 2 guys looking at me and my pussy, my right hand moved to my pussy to start my second fix of the day. I was still diddling my clit when some more people arrived, a couple of girls sitting next to the 2 guys. One of them looked over to me then smiled. As I smiled back I saw her eyes go down to my legs then they opened wide and I guessed that she’d seen that I was playing with my pussy. Then the Rep started talking. Most of her spiel was boring but I did learn a few things about the resort. I also noticed that the 2 guys and the 2 girls spent half their time looking at me, or should I say up my bare legs. By the time the Rep got to talking about the excursions that they offered, my knees were about shoulder width apart and all 4 of them could easily see me diddling my clit. My show came to and end when the Rep started taking names for the excursions. She did that by going to each group and taking their names, and their money. When she came to me she sat on the arm or the big chair and said, “Emma isn’t it?” “Yes it is, how did you know?” I asked. “You’re the only single girl that arrived yesterday, so which excursions would you like to go on?” I booked the Historic Tour, which surprised her a bit, and also the Beach Party. That didn’t appear to surprise her and she said, “I’m sure that you’ll have a great time, there’s usually lots of cute guys to choose from and lots of opportunities for girls to show themselves. As I said earlier, this year we’ve got for an American Naughty Girls theme. I just know that you’ll be very happy with the party games.” I smiled but didn’t say anything. I didn’t say anything to Owen earlier but I had seen a few Nebraska Co-eds and Real Girls Gone Bad videos and I couldn’t wait for loads of cute guys to see me totally naked and playing with my pussy. As soon as I’d booked my excursions I went back to my room to get ready to go out for the day. I was eager to check-out the beach that Bethany had told me about. As I was gathering the things that I needed I wondered if I should take any of my toys with me but I decided that for my first visit there I would be totally natural. Putting my sunglasses on I picked up my tote bag and headed down to the lobby, still wearing just that sideless T-shirt and some sandals. My first stop was to ask the girl on reception how to get to the bus station and then it was off for what apparently was a 5 minute walk. It was, but it was a little breezy and the front of my T-shirt kept bellowing out leaving a big gap between it and my bare front giving a couple of guys a bit of a pleasant surprise. The bus station was easy to navigate and with a ticket bought I went to where the bus would stop and joined the other people waiting. There was quite a few of them and I hoped that I would be able to get on. The warm breeze seemed a little stronger at the bus station and my T-shirt was really dancing about but I did nothing to hold it to my skin and anyone nearby would have seen what was underneath it. When the bus finally arrived everyone got on, including me although I had to stand in the middle aisle. Fortunately, or unfortunately, it was just as windy on the bus as it was off the bus and as it drove along with all the windows open and the men sat either side of me, it was billowing about and letting those guys see my body. I spent the whole journey looking outside to see everything that the bus was passing. When the bus arrived at the beach I followed everyone and soon saw the sea and the acres of beach and sand dunes. I stopped for a few seconds not really believing that I was going to spend a few hours each day for the next couple of weeks in such a wonderful place, it was gorgeous. Before I moved on I pulled on the ties at the bottom of the T-shirt and soon it was in my bag and it was quickly followed by my sandals. I was now 100% naked on the edge of that beach and it felt amazing. My pussy thought so as well because it was begging me for some attention but I wanted to explore a little before a found somewhere to get my next fix. There weren’t that many people on the beach but I did see some people in the dunes and I guessed that they had found places to keep out of the breeze although I found it quite refreshing. After a few minutes walking along the water’s edge and feeling the warm sea going between my toes, I stopped and turned inland then a few metres in I decided that I had found my spot for the day. After covering my body with sunblock I lay on my back with my legs towards the sea and spread wide. It felt amazing feeling the warm sun on my pussy and I never wanted it to end. It didn’t take long for my right hand to move to my pussy and start giving me the fix that was long overdue. I had a quick glance to my left and right and didn’t see anyone looking although there were a handful of people walking along the water’s edge. Some were men and I wondered if they’d get close to me before I managed to make myself cum. Three young men did arrive in front of me before I orgasmed but I was rapidly approaching the point of no return and was pleased that they stopped to watch me. As I went over the edge my hand dropped away and I could feel my still very spread pussy convulsing. As it started to join the thousands of memories of other orgasms somewhere in my brain I wished that I’d had my phone setup on my selfie stick or my GoPro with me so that I could have recorded my first ever orgasm on a beach. I touched my clit and gasped and jerked a little then looked towards the sea and saw the 3 men still stood there watching. “Hang around guys,” I thought, “It won’t be long before I’m doing that again.” Then I closed my eyes and relaxed, my addiction was sated, well for a few minutes and the sun felt wonderful on my naked body, what more could a girl want? Unfortunately, that didn’t last, I guess that it was something to do with not having seen everything on and around the beach and me not fully in chill-out mode yet and I got restless. I tried laying on my stomach for a while, and with my legs spread wide and my right hand under me and toying with my clit but I needed to look around some more so I got to my feet, put everything in my bag and started walking. When I got to the end of the beach I saw that there was a little village or something. “Why not.” I thought and kept walking although I had to put my sandals on because the tarmac was hot. I got to the other end of the houses without seeing anyone other than a couple of cars that just zoomed passed me. I decided to head back to the beach by taking a different road and soon found myself beside the main road that the bus had used. Thinking that it couldn’t be far to where I got off the bus I walked alongside the main road. I was still naked and as I walked I thought about all the people in the cars seeing me. That started my pussy tingling and the desire to get another fix. I walked round a corner and there was the bus stop that I’d got off the bus at so I headed towards the beach but this time I took a different path through some dunes Just before I hit the main beach I stopped and went behind one of the sand hills. “This will do.” I thought, got my towel out, spread it at the bottom of the hollow, got on my back and started rubbing my pussy. As my arousal level rose up I saw first one middle-aged man, then another on the top of the sand hill, and they were watching me. “Okay,” I thought, “they’re not cute hunks but they are men so I guess that they are better than no men. Our eyes met and when I didn’t react both men moved closer to me. By the time they got close to me it was 3 men, then 4 and they were real close to me and staring at my naked front. One of the men pushed his shorts down and started wanking. Then I saw more middle-aged men walking towards me, then another pair of shorts hitting the sand, then another. “Oh my gawd,” I thought, where are these men coming from and are they all going to cum on me? This is awesome.” I didn’t get an answer to the first part but I did get and answer to the second part as squirts of cum landed on my body from my hair right down to my pussy which still had my right hand rubbing my clit. More and more loads of cum landed on me, the last one just after my orgasm started. “Oh my gawd, that was totally awesome.” I thought as soon as my brain started working again. As my brain cleared I thought that this was way better than just being seen masturbating by men. The thing was, after each of these men had cum on me they just turned and walked away, it was like I’d dreamt it all except that I was covered in sperm. The other thing was that all of the cocks were much smaller than the ones that I’d seen in the porno videos on the internet. I finally got to my feet, picked up my towel and bag and continued my walk to the beach thinking that that was the first time that I’d seen a man cum in person and the first time that I’d had sperm on my skin. With my free hand I spread some of it around on my skin and felt the texture, it was just like what I’d read on the internet. I wanted to taste it but I decided to wait until I got some from a younger model of man. The beach wasn’t crowded but there were a lot more people on it than before and about half of them were totally naked. I enjoyed looking at all the different cocks as I walked to a space where I dropped my bag and towel and walked into the sea. Oh my gawd, the sea felt so much better than the swimming pool, the water was rushing passed my nipples and pussy as I just stood there. I swam around for a bit and rubbed my body and pussy. Cumming in the sea was awesome but I was glad that my feet could touch the sand. When I finally got out I decided to walk along the water’s edge in the opposite direction to before. I enjoyed looking at all the cocks and being watched. I hoped that the men were staring at my pussy. I turned a bit of a corner and was surprised to see a little Beach Bar. That sight made me feel a bit thirsty so I headed for it, trying to see if there were any naked people in it. I didn’t see any but I thought, “Sod it, I’m going in regardless.” No one said anything nor really took any notice of me as I walked in and up to the bar. I felt great as I stood there waiting to get served. I was the only one naked in that beach bar and it made my nipples and clit even harder, and they were tingling something rotten. The youngish man behind the bar served my cola as if I was fully clothed and I went to a table at the front of the bar and sat facing the sea to consume my drink. I sat looking out over the people on the beach to the sea and wished that I could be on that beach every day of my life. But being naked and aroused was making me want to feed my addiction again so I spread my knees and toyed with my clit. No one in the bar would be able to see what I was doing unless they came and stood right next to me but any of the people on the beach in front of the bar would be able to see exactly what I was doing, if they cared to turn and look. I don’t think that any of them did and when I finished my drink I got up and left. I continued my walk until the beach ended then I turned and headed back but instead of walking along the water’s edge I headed into the dunes and walked along the many paths that went parallel to the sea. I think that I was looking for some more men to be able to masturbate in front of but I didn’t see any single men wandering around. What I did see was a few people sunbathing in the dips of the dunes. Some were just sunbathing whilst other were engaging in sexual activities. As I walked I saw one man fucking a girl doggy style, one man and girl enjoying each other 69 style. One man fucking a girl missionary style and one man fucking another man. That latter sighting wasn’t pleasing to me and I walked faster to get passed them as quick as possible. I cannot understand why a man would want to fuck another man when there are so many willing women about, but hey, ‘live and let live’ has always been one of my mottos. When I got back to where I originally entered the beach I put my belongings down and went for another swim. After swimming for a few minutes I floated on my back and played with my clit. It was a good job that the water wasn’t too deep because when the orgasm arrive I found myself sinking and was saved from drowning by my feet landing on the sea floor. Addiction fed, I waded to dry land and decided to sunbathe. I picked a place near 2 young couples and lay out on my towel with my legs spread wide. After a while I saw that the 2 couples had decided to kick a beach ball around. No problem but the ball did come very close to me at times and a few times I opened my eyes to see a girl or a guy picking up the ball from very close to my feet. Through my sunglasses I watched all of them sneak a look at my spread pussy when they bent over to pick up the ball. After about an hour of being naked and spread on a public beach and being looked at by those 4 people and quite a few people walking along the water’s edge, my addiction needed feeding again and my right hand made its way to my pussy and got busy and I masturbated in full view of those 2 couples and the handful of people walking by. I was so pleased with myself, and the orgasm was an intense one with my whole body jerking and shaking. Orgasm over, I turned onto my stomach, spread my legs and dozed with a smile on my face. I woke up after being out of it for goodness knows how long but everything around me looked the same. I decided that I’d had enough sun for my first day and got up, put everything in my bag and started heading to where I could catch the bus back to the town. I only thought about putting something on when the tarmac got too hot for my feet and I put my sandals and the T-shirt on. I sat on a big rock near the bus stop to wait and the way that I was sat I knew that the other people waiting would be able to see my pussy and tits from either side of me. As I waited I made a few decisions, firstly that I would come back to that beach every day that I could, secondly that I’d bring some of my toys with me, and thirdly, subject to men appearing and wanting to wank over me, I’d give them a helping hand and maybe even suck a cock or two or let them eat my pussy. I was looking forward to doing the oral as I’d never done it before. The bus back was a bit boring, there were not as many people on it so I got a seat, but I did toy with my clit as I looked out of the window. Back at the hotel I went straight to the pool, took my sandals and T-shirt off and dived in totally naked. The water wasn’t as nice as the sea but it was still nice. It was only when I surfaced that I discovered that I’d interrupted a game of water polo but I was soon drafted into the girl’s team and the game continued. How the guys called it water polo I will never know as there didn’t appear to be any rules other than if a girl had the ball then she was game to be groped by anyone who was near her. I enjoyed that part and reversed that rule and grabbed for a cock if a guy near me had the ball. I was pleased to discover that a couple of the guys had erections and I managed to get my hand on a bare one for the first time ever. I was surprised at how warm it felt in the cool water. When the game finally dwindled out I went and lay on a lounger beside the pool with my legs flat and my feet well apart. The sun may have been starting to set but it was still out and the air was still hot. I was hoping that at least one of the guys that had been in the pool would come and try to hit on me, and after about 5 minutes I wasn’t disappointed. I saw him walking towards me and I said to myself, “Stay calm Emma, don’t panic, play it cool, just relax, act like you are talking to your mother.” As soon as I’d thought that last bit I laughed at myself and the first words that the guy said were, “What’s so funny, have I sprouted a second head Emma?” “What? Oh no, I was just laughing at a stupid thought, nothing to do with you.” Then I recognised the voice, it was Owen, the guy from the next room that I’d had a brief conversation with that morning. I lifted my sunglasses and confirmed what my ears had heard. “Hi Owen, have you had a good day?” “Yes thanks Emma, we went down to the beach to hang out there.” “I haven’t been to the beach here yet, it’s not very big isn’t it?” “It’s big enough. So Emma what have you been doing? You couldn’t have gone far because you haven’t got any clothes have you?” “What, of course I’ve brought some clothes with me, what makes you say that I haven’t got any?” “Well I’ve only seen you 4 times and each of those times you were only wearing your birthday suit.” “Four times, I can only think of 3.” “You were asleep on top of your bed when we got back to our room last night, well this morning.” “Ah, yes, it’s so hot here, not that I’m complaining, where’s your mates?” “They should be here any second, they went to get some more condoms.” “Got lucky last night did you?” “We did, a girl who wanted to be gang-banged so we just had to help her out.” “Of course you did, lucky girl.” “You could be lucky like that tonight if you want Emma.” “Well you’re certainly not backwards in coming forward Owen.” “You’ve got to be, we’re only here for few days so we’ve got to make the most of it. Would you like to be gang-banged tonight Emma?” “What, why would I want that?” As I said that I was thinking, “Well I came here hoping to get laid but a 3 way gang-bang, I never expected to be that lucky.” “Because we can guarantee that you’ll enjoy it.” Before I could reply, and I didn’t know what to say anyway, Owen’s 2 mates arrived and Owen he introduced us, Mason saying, “Oh yes, the girl who playing with herself over in the quiet corner.” “It wasn’t so quiet last night when you were shouting down at me.” “You looked good when we looked down on you yesterday and you look even better close-up Emma.” Jackson said. “She looked good on her bed last night but you missed that Mason, too busy throwing-up.” “Yeah, sorry about that, must have eaten something.” “Or you just can’t take your booze.” Owen sad, “Hey guys, we’re going to need those condoms tonight, Emma has offered that amazing body for us to play with tonight.” “WHAT?! I never said that.” I replied. “But you didn’t say no when we talked about it before these 2 got here. Tell you what, you let us buy you some food and drink and we’ll talk about it then.” My mind was in turmoil, this wasn’t what I had dreamt of, nor expected, but it certainly had some appeal. “Feed me and we’ll see how I feel later.” I replied. “Do we need to lend you some clothes as well?” Mason asked. “I prefer her like she is.” Owen said. “Well maybe go out in a tiny bikini.” Mason added. “Sorry guys, I didn’t bring any bikinis with me.” “Bra and knickers then?” Jackson said. “Didn’t bring any of those either.” “Bloody hell Emma,” Owen said, “you’re certainly my kind of girl, it’s going to be a blast tonight.” The conversation sort of ended there but it had left me in dire need of a fix. I thought about just rubbing one out right there and then but something was stopping me, and it wasn’t shyness. Then I had a brainwave, “Guys, could one of you move to the other side of the lounger and one of you to the bottom please?” “Are you going to rub one out for us right here and now Emma?” Owen asked, “Sort of, but mainly for me, a girl has to do what a girl has to do, and right now my pussy needs a lot of attention.” “We can help you with that, come on guys, the honey pot needs poking.” I’d never heard that analogy before but hey, I wasn’t going to question it. The 3 of them ‘crowded’ around my lower half and hands were soon on my thighs, stomach and pussy. Instinctively I spread my knees as much as I could then lay back, closed my eyes and let the 3 guys do their best. Unsurprisingly, after all that interaction with them staring at my tits and pussy, it didn’t take long before I said, “I’m gonna cum guys.” As the fingers on one hand were thrusting in and out of me and another set of fingers were torturing my clit, I was rapidly approaching the point of no return and I was very happy when the fingers kept going as I was cumming and as the first orgasm started to subside, another one was rapidly building. They stopped after I’d peaked 3 times and I just lay there. For some unknown reason I didn’t want to tell them that that was the first time that a man had done that to me, never mind 3 of them. “That attracted a bit of attention Emma, are you always that loud when you cum?” Mason asked. “No one has complained before.” I replied. “Hey girl, we ain’t complaining, just saying,” Mason replied, “if you enjoy having an audience you should go on the Beach Party excursion.” “I am going on it.” replied. “Good, you’ll enjoy yourself,” Owen said, “they’re much better than last year although the Rep this year isn’t as much fun as the one last year, this one won’t even get her tits out for the boys.’ I wondered if Owen was referring to Bethany but I didn’t say anything, possibly because I’d spotted 4 other people, 1 girl and 3 guys who had come close to see what all the noise was about. I didn’t close my legs when my 3 neighbours got to their feet, Mason saying, “Who’s for a dip to cool off?” The 4 newcomers stared at me for a minute or so then turned and walked away as I was thinking, “Wow, what a turn of events, it looks like today is going to have a lot of firsts for me.” After a couple of minutes I got up and dived into the pool. When I surfaced all 3 guys surrounded me. Jackson asked me if I liked having guys hands all over my body and I told the truth, that I did, and before I knew it all 3 guys had their hands on me, some of them on my tits and pussy. It wasn’t long before I was cumming again and it was a good job that 1 of them was cupping my pussy with 2 of his fingers inside me, because if he hadn’t I may well have sunk to the bottom of the pool. “So Emma, are you going to come out for a drink with us tonight?” Jackson asked when I had recovered. “Yes, I will,” I replied, “a bit of male company will do me good.” “It’s a date then.” Jackson replied. We talked small talk for a while then the guys said that they were getting out and going to their room to get ready and have some beers before going out. “Yes, good idea.” I replied and got out of the pool as well. After collecting our things we started walking towards the building and Owen asked, “Not putting anything on then Emma?” “No, why bother, I’d just take whatever off as soon as I get to my room.” I replied. Mason walked along side me with the other 2 behind us and we walked through the lobby and up the stairs. Behind me, Owen and Jackson were quiet and I wondered if they were staring at my bare butt and pussy. In my room I dumped my belongings and went and sat on the balcony thinking about what had happened and what might happen later when Jackson came out onto the guy’s balcony with 2 bottles of beer in his hand. He held 1 out towards me and I got up and went to get it. “You’re a right cutie aren’t you Emma?” “I don’t know, you tell me.” “Well you’re the first girl that I’ve met that doesn’t appear to like wearing clothes and you certainly have the figure to be able to get away with it. Are you a nudist, or is it just a holiday thing?” “I wouldn’t describe myself as a nudist Jackson, more of a girl who likes to be seen by guys. Guys looking at me when I haven’t got any clothes on turns me on.” “Well you’ve got 3 admirers here that like looking at you like that so does that mean that you’ll be horny all the time that we’re with you?” “Probably.” “And I like the way that you aren’t shy about cumming in front of us, there aren’t enough girls around that let themselves go like that.” “If only you knew Jackson.” “Have you got some little secret that you should be telling us about Emma?” Just then Mason came out onto the balcony carrying his wet towel. As he put it over that railings to dry he said, “Have you got an allergy to clothes Emma? Not that I’m complaining, hey, are you going to come out with us tonight like that?” “I think that I’d end up in jail if I did.” “I’m not so sure about that, we’ve seen loads of topless girls around the bars and the odd naked girl in the wet T-shirt competitions, hey Emma, you should enter those, you’d stand a great chance of winning.” “Just so long are you aren’t seen by the cops giving a blowjob or getting fucked I think that you’d probably get away with it Emma.” Jackson added. “You should try it one night Emma.” “Maybe.” I replied. “I think that I should go and start getting ready.” “Don’t take too long, we don’t want to be deprived of looking at that gorgeous body of yours for long.” Jackson said. “You say the nicest things Jackson.” I said as I got to my feet and went inside. “Looks like I might just finally lose it tonight.” I though as I climbed into the shower. As I soaped myself my fingers found my very slippery pussy, and that was before I put some soap on it, and I just had to rub one out before I continued. When it came to rinsing I lifted the shower head off the holder and used the jets of water to do the work that my fingers were so used to doing to give myself a fix. Once finished in the bathroom I went into the main part of my room to do the other things that us girls do and I saw Owen looking at me from their balcony. I gave him a little wave and he waved back. Then I had the decision of what to wear. I started going through all my clothes, sometimes holding something up against me. I finally decided on a cute little white skirt and a purple halter. The skirt is only about 15 centimetres long and has a broad waistband above a pleated main part. It’s made of some sort of lightweight fabric but the best part is that at the front the hem goes from my right thigh to my left hip and only just covers my slit. It has an elasticated waist and can be twisted around so that I can show as much of my slit and pubis that I want. The halter top is small and only just covers my tits but it’s also see-through so it hides nothing. I decided not to get dressed until just before we went out so I was still totally naked when I went back out onto the balcony. “Going out like that Emma?” Owen asked when he saw me. “No, I’ll get dressed just before we leave, it will only take a minute.” “I hate it when women take hours to get dressed.” Mason said, “I just don’t understand why it takes them so long.” “Yeah, me too,” Jackson added. “Hours to get ready and seconds for us to take it all off.” Owen added. “I thought that men liked watching girls undress themselves?” I asked, “We do,” Owen replied, “It’s just that sometimes we can’t wait and just want to get on with it.” “You mean the fucking?” I asked. “Yeah.” Owen replied. “Well even if I wanted to undress myself it would only take less than a minute however I did it.” “Does that mean that you want us to undress you when we get back Emma?” Jackson asked. “Maybe.” “Hmm,” Owen said, “want another beer Emma?” “Not at the moment thanks, I don’t drink much and I’m sure that you don’t want me to pass-out or throw-up on you do you?” That’s what I said, and it was true, but what I didn’t say was that I didn’t want to be unconscious or have a pickled brain when I had my first fuck, especially if it was going to be a gang-bang. We talked about all sorts of things for the next hour or so and I was just loving the way that the guys were all hovering at the dividing railings so that they could keep looking at my body. Needles to say that I was sitting on a chair facing them with my knees well apart all the time. After about 30 minutes or so Owen asked me if I knew that my right hand had started toying with my clit. “No, I hadn’t realised, is it bothering you.” “Emma,” Owen said, “you must know that that was a stupid question, no self-respecting guy would not want to watch you doing that, nor will we be upset if you make yourself cum. If you like we could climb over there and do to you what we did down by the pool.” “Thanks for the offer guys, but if you climb over here we probably won’t go out at all. No, you 3 stay there and I’ll take care of my ‘need’ myself.” None of the 3 looked that upset at me having turned down Owen’s offer, but there again, I was sure that they all believed that they were going to fuck me later, and I was hoping that they would as well. The 3 of them watched as my fingers got busier, them passing the odd complimentary comment as I went. It wasn’t long before I announced what was about to happen and I’m sure that my body shaking and jerking told them that I wasn’t faking it. “So,” I asked when I started to return to normal, “have any of you suspected that a girl was faking her orgasm?” Owen set the record straight by saying, “Well I doubt that any girl could fake what you just did Emma, that looked 100% genuine to me, and no, I’ve never suspected that any girl I was fucking faked an orgasm, but there again, I suppose some of them could have been. I’d like to think that they were all genuine like you Emma.” “Thanks, I’ve never even considered faking one, I have no reason to but I do really like cumming.” “Sort of gathered that.” Jackson said. “So how often do you make yourself cum Emma?” Mason asked. “No idea, I’ve never kept a daily total but it must be into double figures, even when I’m at work.” “You get yourself off at work?” Owen asked. “Oh yes, but never at my desk, I always find somewhere quiet to do it.” All 3 guys looked a little stunned so after a long silence I said, “So tell me about these wet T-shirt competition that they have here, do some of the girls get naked?” “Hell yeah.” Mason replied. “So are you going to enter one Emma?” Owen asked. “Maybe.” “Do you want another beer before we go out Emma?” Owen asked trying to change the subject for some unknown reason. “No thanks, I want to stay sober.” I replied. “Fair enough, anyone hungry yet?” Owen asked. “Yeah,” Mason replied. “Okay, let’s go.” Owen replied, are you going like that Emma?” “No, just give me a minute, by the time you 3 have had a piss I’ll be in the corridor waiting for you.” And I was. I put the skirt on with the shortest part in the middle at the front so my slit was showing and, of course, the purple halter was see-through. “You’re going out like that?” Jackson asked. “No underwear Emma?” Mason asked. “I thought that I told you that I didn’t bring any with me.” “Did you? I guess that I wasn’t concentrating on what you were saying.” “You were too busy perving on her naked body Mason.” Jackson said. “Probably, can you blame me?” Mason replied. “Hell no,” Mason replied, “that’s what all 3 of us have been doing for the last few hours.” “Okay guys, you’ve all seen every bit of my body and there’s a pretty good chance that you’ll see it again so let’s go, can one of you keep my purse in your pocket please?” Three hands we stuck in front of me and as Owen’s was the nearest I gave my purse to him before twisting my skirt a little so that my slit was only visible when I walked. We set off walking to the lively part of town with the 3 guys deciding where they wanted to eat, and which bars they wanted to go to. As I had no knowledge of either I just let them argue it out. It wasn’t long before the sound of loud music and the bright light hit us, and the number of young people walking the streets dramatically increased. Apart from the odd double-take no one really took any notice of my visible goodies, even when we went into a cafe to get some food. I guessed that the staff had seen thousands of tits and mine were nothing special. From the cafe we hit the bars. Mason said that we’d probably go into 3 or 4 before the night was over. The first one was loud and dark, and full of young people, some who had obviously been drinking for hours. Owen bought 4 bottles of beer and we stood around barely talking and looking at the other drinkers in there. It wasn’t the sort of place I would have gone, with or without a boyfriend. The second bar was much quieter and we managed to get a table outside. It wasn’t long before a waitress appeared and Jackson ordered 4 large beers. As the girl was walking away the guys turned their heads to watch the lower half of butt cheeks as she walked. “So are you going to flash your pussy to all the people walking by then Emma?” Jackson asked. “If you swap seats with me I will.” I replied. Seconds later the seat swap was complete and I was sat with my knees wide open facing the people walking down the street. “You really are an exhibitionist aren’t you Emma?” Owen asked. “I guess so, but putting my pussy on display isn’t much of a turn-on if no one is looking at it.” “We’re looking at it Emma.” Jackson said, “Yeah, but you guys have been looking at it for hours, it’s strangers, people who aren’t expecting to see it that really turns me on.” With that Owen shouted to a couple of guys that were walking towards us, “HEY GUYS, COME OVER HERE A MOMENT.” I was a little shocked that Owen would do that but I watched the faces of the 2 guys who looked our way then walked over to us. As soon as they spotted my bare pussy their eyes were glued to it. “So guys,” Owen said, “what do you think of her pussy?” “It, it’s fucking awesome man,” One of the guys said, “Is this some sort of a dare or a bet?” The other guy asked. “No,” Owen said, “She just likes guys looking at it so I thought I’d ask you over to have a good look at it.” “Thanks man, appreciated, it’s awesome.“ The first guy said, “can we touch it?” “You’d better ask the young lady.” Owen replied. Everyone looked at me and I nodded my head. They both touched my pussy, sliding a finger into my very wet pussy, then they thanked me and walked away. I was still a little shocked as they walked away, then I said, “I can’t believe that you let them do that Owen.” “You enjoyed it didn’t you Emma, and it was you that said that they could.” “Well yeah, but, I mean. Oh shit, I’m going to have to make myself cum now,” “Don’t let us stop you.” Jackson said. “We like watching you do that.” My knees were still wide open and seconds later I saw a tray of drinks being put on the table. “Cute puss honey.” The waitress said as she lifted the beers off her tray. I said nothing and didn’t move until she left then my right hand moved to my pussy. Owen was sat next to me and he said, “Would you like any help with that Emma?” My left hand moved to Owen’s arm and lifted his hand onto my pussy. I moaned as Owen’s fingers got to work. Owen wasn’t as good as my fingers are but that was to be expected. What did make me cum quickly was the fact that the fingers belonged to a man. I quickly lost interest in anything other than my pussy and It was probably a good job that nearby bars were quite noisy because I wasn’t quiet. When I orgasmed my body jerked and shook, and Owen removed his hand. It was only as I started to come down from my high that I looked around. All 3 guys were grinning and a young couple walking by had stopped and were just staring at me. I pulled my skirt down and twisted it a bit in an attempt to cover my pussy but I was only partially successful because I was sat on most of the fabric. “Cheers guys.” I said as I took a mouthful of my beer. I was still quite sober but I knew that I could easily have too much to drink and miss all the fun that I hoped was going to happen so I didn’t drink any more of the beer and when the other 3 glasses were getting empty I poured nearly all of my beer into their glasses. From there we moved to another bar and the 3 guys had a bit of a discussion as to which bar we should go to but they finally agreed and in we went, only for me to find out that they were having a wet T-shirt competition later that night. Now I’d watched videos of wet T-shirt competitions and I knew that I wanted to enter at least one whilst I was there but I would have liked to watch a competition for real before entering one. However, that wasn’t to be as when Mason went to get some beers he came back and said that he’d entered me into the competition. Not wanting to sound too enthusiastic, I said that I wouldn’t do it and asked if we could go to another bar. “Aw come on Emma,” Jackson said, “you’ll ace it, and you’ve got a head start on the other girls in that you haven’t got any knickers on.” “I don’t know guys, I’ve never entered one before.” “First time for everything Emma.” Owen said. I was silent as I thought, “There sure is Owen, I’ve done lots of firsts and I haven’t even been here for 2 days yet, and if all goes according to plan I’ll have done a few more firsts by this time tomorrow.” “Okay, okay,” I replied, “I’ll do it but you have to promise that you won’t laugh at me.” “Laugh at you! That will never happen.” Mason said. “Now if any fat or ugly girls enter we may laugh at them but never you Emma, not with that killer body of yours.” “Thanks Mason. But I’m not a very good dancer.” “You’ve danced before haven’t you?” Owen asked. “Yeah, but not very often.” “You’ll be fine,” Mason said, “just do what the other girls do.” Well I hadn’t figured out what I’d do to start with but I’d certainly decided on how I was going to finish and I’d only seen one video of a girl finishing like that. We drank and talked and no one really took any notice of my outfit, probably because most of the girls were dressed as skimpy as I was. During all the waiting I could feel my arousal level rising but at the same time I was quite nervous and I maybe had a little more to drink than I had planned. Not that I was drunk, far from it, but the alcohol did start to dull my nerves a little. Finally, a man came over to us and spoke to Mason, “Is this the girl who wants to enter the competition?” “Emma, you’re up girl,” Mason said, “go and nail it.”

Far From Home byVetman© The weeks crawled by after we booked our trip to Cancun, but the day finally arrived to jump on the airplane and start our vacation. Britney, my wonderful 23 year-old wife and I would be celebrating our first wedding anniversary during our well earned vacation at the Blue Bay Village all inclusive resort. While waiting to clear customs, we chatted with a couple we met from Georgia who were staying at the same resort, and shared a cab ride with them to Blue Bay. After checking in we agreed to meet later at the beach bar where we quickly became friends. Chris and Kate were in their late 20's or early 30's and very easy going and cheerful, with delightful Georgia accents. It was their first big vacation since their honeymoon 5 years earlier. We were all surprised when we discovered that some of the women on the beach were topless. Neither of our wives had ever gone topless and at first they were a little annoyed when they saw us looking around. I didn't know about Kate yet, but I was sure that my shy Britney would never even consider going topless in public. Don't get me wrong, she is ready for anything when it comes to sex in the privacy of our home, and an absolutely wild woman in bed, but she is very conservative around others. On our second full day Britney had a delightful surprise for me. When she caught up with me on the beach she was wearing a thong bikini that she had just bought in the gift shop. The sight of her firm round cheeks completely exposed in the bright sun caused an almost instant erection. "What do you think, Jake?" she said smiling, but looking a little worried. "Wow. I love it. You look so hot, babe". To reinforce my delight, I took her hand and brushed it against my crotch. Her face relaxed into a broad grin when her hand confirmed how much I liked it. I had enjoyed seeing Kate wearing a thong the day before and I'm sure it was Kate's lack of inhibition that had influenced Britney to join in. I wanted to capture the moment forever and must have taken 30 digital photos of her from every angle. I caught Chris stealing looks at her perfectly shaped ass, and knew he was enjoying her exposure as much as I had enjoyed Kate's the day before. Between dips in the water and some snorkeling, we kept the beach bar busy as we hung out and chatted. We were loose from the drinks and having fun, laughing at everything and being a little silly. The girls were discussing something between them selves and giggling when Chris and I decided to try the two-man kayak, and took off. As we paddled along the beach, we spotted the girls relaxing in the water and paddled over to them. We were both shocked when they suddenly stood up laughing - and topless. We started cheering like teenagers at the sight of their exposed breasts and abandoned the kayak with a splash to join them in the water. I hugged Britney and cupped her breast underwater. She reached for my cock and got her confirmation that the surprise was very appreciated. I was even more turned on to discover that their tops were back at the beach chairs. They had actually removed them and walked topless all the way to the water. I was sure that this had been Kate's idea and was delighted that she and all the alcohol had persuaded Britney to join her. I was excited to see that my conservative Britney was becoming so uninhibited far from home and away from anyone we knew. Very much to my delight, when we returned to our chairs, the girls stayed topless for the rest of the afternoon. With only their tiny thong bikini bottoms they now were almost naked. It's one thing to see other women topless, but it's really exciting to stare at the breasts of someone you know personally, and even more exciting to see you wife almost naked in public for the first time. I had to hide my hard-on at first, but eventually calmed down enough to keep it under control. I knew that Chris was enjoying staring at my wife as much as I was enjoying staring at Kate. My petite 23-year old Britney is slender, but not skinny, with a flat stomach. Her perfectly shaped breasts are not huge, but definitely not small, with average size nipples that stayed delightfully erect all afternoon. Her long sensuous dark hair was wrapped up and pinned on the top of her head. Kate on the other hand is a blonde, and a few inches taller and fuller. She is a little heavy but not fat, with large breasts capped with darker and much larger nipples than my Britney's. Because of their size, her breasts sagged slightly, but they were still absolutely wonderful to look at. The big difference between them was Britney's soft voice and slight shyness with an inviting natural smile that never seemed to go away. Kate was high energy, talkative and, I was learning, a real flirt. When I brought her a new drink from the bar, she jumped up and grabbed me in a bear hug that pressed those bare breasts against my chest and told me I was 'just so damned cute'. She intentionally rubbed her breasts against me, but had done it in such a silly manner that Britney didn't seem to notice. Sitting around the two girls topless all afternoon that first day was just incredibly arousing. Britney said she needed to take a dip to cool off and I jumped at the opportunity to join her. As soon as we waded out into the water about chest high, we embraced and started groping each other under the water. I turned her so her back was to the beach, lifted her a little and took her breasts into my mouth. I tongued and nibbled on her very erect, hardened nipple. Judging from her moaning, they were far more sensitive than usual. I slid her thong down her legs and off of her feet, and stuck the thong into a pocket on my trunks. It was thrilling having her totally nude among the other swimmers and in view of all the people on the beach without their being aware. She spread her legs to give me full access to her completely exposed pussy and moaned as I massaged her clit. She impatiently reached down and pushed my trunks to my knees and started stroking my rock hard cock as we continued kissing. Then we noticed Chris and Kate wading out to join us. They dropped down so only their heads were above water only a few feet from us. It was so exciting having Britney completely nude so close to Chris without him knowing. I knew my conservative Britney had to be feeling really exposed and guessed it was a major turn-on for her. As they embraced we exchanged quick comments about how good the water felt and each turned our attention back to our spouses as I slowly moved a little further away. As we kissed, Britney wrapped her legs around me, which spread her wide open. I moved my hand under her bottom and felt her swollen lips and inviting opening. I maneuvered the head of my cock to the target and lowered her onto it. Her eyes closed and her head dropped to my shoulder as we both were overcome by the exquisite feeling of my entire length pressed way up inside of her. We stayed joined together as we moved slowly around in the water kissing. We drifted over toward Chris and Kate who were similarly embraced, staring into each other's eyes and kissing also. Chris smiled at us and in a slightly husky voice said, "It doesn't get any better than this, huh Jake?" "It sure doesn't." I managed to respond. From the distracted look on Kate's face, I was sure that Chris was inside of her also, but neither of us let on as we slowly moved around. A couple snorkeled by on their way back to the beach and I noticed both heads turned in our direction. Their clear view through their masks of our joined naked bodies had to leave no doubt about what the four of us were doing. We finally disengaged and I snuck Britney's thong back to her, which she managed to casually get back on. When we all returned to our chairs on the beach, the atmosphere was more sexually charged, and the conversation filled with sexual innuendos. I hand to capture this and I grabbed my camera and started snapping. Chris did the same. The girls stood and posed together so we could take pictures of the two of them. I was delighted to be capturing Kate's breasts to enjoy after we got home, and a little excited thinking of Chris enjoying pictures of Britney's bare breasts whenever he wanted. I always thought it would bother me to see someone else enjoy Britney's nude body and especially watching strangers walk out of their way to get a good look at her. Instead I was surprised by how much her exposure was turning me on. I'm sure looking at Kate's nearly nude body while consuming a few drinks probably also had something to do with how excited I was feeling That evening it was apparent that she was really turned on from exposing herself in public for the first time and I was really horny from watching them. We attacked each other in the shower and managed to make it to the bed for the longest and most intense sex we could remember. We were so horny that we were almost too late for dinner. The resort had great facilities and a wonderful stage show every night, but they didn't have much of a nightclub, only an oversized bar area. Because of that, they provided free transportation every night to the glitzy downtown nightclubs and took care of the cover charge. You had to get yourself home though, which was about a $12 cab ride. On our fourth night, we decided to go downtown and try the nightclubs after dinner and the stage show at the resort. I knew Britney was really turned on from exposing herself on the beach the last two days and uninhibited from the several drinks at happy hour, but I still couldn't believe that she had agreed to wear the outrageously sexy outfit that I had bought for her to bring on the trip. She had agreed to bring it along but had almost guaranteed me that she would never wear it. I was still expecting Britney to change her mind when she emerged from the bathroom with a sexy smile wearing the extremely short little skirt and brief little top. The sexy white skirt was a thin, silky material that was pleated so that it could swing up if she spun around. Her breasts moved around freely in the silky white top that was nothing more than a hanky-sized piece of material that covered her front and left her back bare. Two thin straps held it in place, one set that rose above each breast in the front and tied around her neck and one set that came from either side and tied around the middle of her back. It was shaped with a plunging neckline between the two neck straps that exposed a lot of cleavage from the front. The slight swell of her breast was just visible on either side where the material joined between the neck strap and back strap. The bottom was V shaped with the tip of the V just reaching her belly button and then rising on both sides to meet the straps that tied behind her back. It was very easy to slip my hand in to caress her nipple and if Britney wasn't careful dancing, the material could shift enough for her breast to slip out. The thin material was just shear enough that I could barely see the darker circles of her nipples. The real rush hit me when Britney lifted the short little skirt in the front to flash me her completely shaved pussy. She was wearing this tiny skirt with no underwear, not even her little thong. This wasn't the first time that Britney has teased me with no panties when we went out, but never in anything this short. She knew from experience that I would go crazy all night thinking about her perfect, naked little body just barely concealed from view, and especially her completely shaved pussy hidden just 4 or 5 inches above the hem of the skirt. Just the sight of all the exposed tanned skin in that white outfit with that long hair would draw a lot of attention. Eyes would be drawn to the movement of Britney's breasts and her nipples protruding through the silky top. I realized when she bent over to close the suitcase that it would be almost impossible for her not to inadvertently flash that gorgeous round ass and maybe her bare pussy before the night was over. I was amazed that she was being so daring just to tease and excite me. Normally she wouldn't consider going out with only this brief little outfit to hide her naked body. It had to be the combination of being away from home, drinking too much at happy hour and enjoying all the attention she was getting from other men on the beach that had her so uninhibited tonight. On our way to the resort's very impressive stage show after dinner, Britney expressed her concern that the dress was too short and the top too skimpy and she was uncomfortable that she would forget to be careful and show too much. I was disappointed that she had come to her senses and threatened to change outfits or at least put panties on. After the show, we met Chris and Kate at the bar. Chris couldn't get his eyes off of Britney even though Kate was looking very hot with her large breasts pouring out of her very low cut and short red sundress. They challenged us to try Tequila shots with them, in order to get a 'quick buzz', which we had never done before. They taught us how to lick the salt before and suck the lime after the shot. After three shots we were buzzed and had had enough. Suddenly the announcement that the bus to the nightclub was leaving momentarily had us rushing not to be left behind. My disappointment evaporated as we all jumped on the bus and headed downtown, with Britney still naked in her brief little outfit. I noticed that Chris had slyly held back as we boarded the bus to let Britney go ahead so he steal a peek up her little skirt as she climbed up. The nightclub we were taken to was one of the largest and hottest in Cancun with state of the art lighting and special effects, high-energy music, and multi level dance floors. The bars, tables and standing area were on the main floor surrounded a huge dance floor that was sunken down about 5 ft below the main floor. There were also several small dance floors along the wall that were elevated about 3 to 4 ft above the main floor. Modernistic stairways led to the second floor balcony with more bars, tables and sofas overlooking the dance floor from three sides. Even though there were a lot of other hot looking women in very sexy outfits, Britney was drawing a lot of attention wherever we went. Chris and Kate talked us into two more Tequila shots to 'get the buzz going'. As we stood chatting, Kate leaned close to me smiling and in a low voice said "Jake, I know Chris is enjoying it, but I thought you ought to know that Britney's flashing the whole bar". I jumped up to look and sure enough Britney's was chatting away with Chris, unaware that her top had shifted and her breast had popped out for the entire bar to gawk at. I reached over and pulled her top in place. "Oh god" she said, as she adjusted her top, blushing, and tried to avoid eye contact with the guys standing nearby who had been enjoying her display. Kate was laughing at Britney's reaction when Chris pointed past Kate and said, "What's that?" As she turned to look, he yanked on her sundress and both of her large breasts popped out to my delight and the guys around us. She yelled and clutched her dress. She kept exposing herself as she struggled to get them back in the tight top, slapping at Chris and laughing. Britney grabbed my hand and we moved to the dance floor. I noticed that Britney was a little unsteady walking and knew she was really feeling the shots. As Britney danced, her skirt would raise enough that I was seeing flashes of her bare cheeks. The floor was very crowded so this wasn't as visible to other dancers or the guys watching the dancers five feet up on the main floor. Those watching her were probably more focused on the movement of Britney's breasts in her top. I heard someone whistle from the main floor behind me, and noticed that Britney's breast had made another appearance. I pointed to it and she stopped to adjust the top again. As we danced I kept slipping in behind her, holding her waist and grinding my crotch into her soft ass. Britney would push back against me and rub her butt up and down against my cock. I would slyly slip my hand down and back up to touch her smooth bare ass or slide my hand into the side of her top to quickly caress her breast. During one song a hissing sound suddenly produced a thick cloud of fog that engulfed the dance floor. It was so thick that we could barely see the people 10 feet from us, and if I couldn't see them, they couldn't see us. Strobe lights flashed to create a surreal feeling as I held Britney against me with my right arm and pushed me hardening cock against her. I moved my left hand up the front of her leg and pushed up her skirt to touch her pussy. Touching her shaved pussy and rubbing her clit among all these people felt so incredibly erotic. Knowing that we were hidden by the fog Britney let me massage her clit for a few seconds while she reached down and gave my hardening cock a couple of squeezes before pushing me gently away. After a few dances with her breasts making a couple more appearances, we went back and found Chris and Kate at the bar. I told them no more shots and ordered two margaritas. We danced another set with Chris and Kate joining us. We swapped partners back and forth with Kate pushing her butt back against me and Chris getting to enjoy seeing Britney's breast pop out again. We left them on the dance floor and decided to see what was up on the balcony. Britney was a little unsteady, so I carried both our drinks, which were a lot stronger than I thought they would be. I noticed that the very large crowd was mostly young to middle aged. There were a lot of couples as well as groups of girls and groups of guys. I also noticed what I call the lurkers. These are guys that are standing around alone and stalking the women. Voyeurs, really, who move to wherever the hottest women are and try to position themselves to look up their dresses or see an exposed nipple. Groups of guys will check out a hot girl showing too much near them, but the lurkers move around looking for opportunities. Usually they are around the dance floor hoping the girls dress gets too high or a breast gets flashed. If you spot a drunken couple making out hot and heavy in a corner, there will be a lurker nearby leering. I can usually spot them because they roam around and keep showing up all over the place. Or they might follow one girl around-especially one dressed like Britney. I noticed that Britney's outfit was drawing some attention as we moved toward the balcony. As we started up the open stairs with only a handrail on the side, I saw a lurker who I had noticed watching her earlier, move casually closer to the stairs ahead of us so that she would be high over his head when she reached the top. I glanced back and saw another lurker moving toward the stairs, but taking his time to be sure she was well ahead of him when he started up. She was clueless as we neared the top right over the first lurker who had a clear view of her nakedness straight up her short little skirt, while the other was getting a good look at her bare ass from the back as he followed us up. I was sure I would see them again after their discovery that she was naked under the skirt. The balcony had two bars, some low tables and sofas on the inside and some tall tables and a countertop to sit your drinks on that ran all around the edge of the balcony. The balcony was crowded, but not as much as the main floor. I followed Britney to an open area along the countertop and sat our drinks down. I stood close behind her as she leaned against the countertop looking down at the dance floor. As we swayed to the music I casually slipped my hand down under the back of her skirt and lightly massaged her smooth, bare ass. We stood watching the dancers and the light show, talking, moving to the music and sipping our drinks for about 20 minutes when I happened to look down and realized that there was no wall below the countertop, only two thin rails. I could see the dance floor about 15 feet below. I moved over next to Britney, leaned over the countertop and looked down. I was looking down at the crowd standing on the main floor only 10 feet below. I saw quite a few faces that were only 5 feet below the floor we were standing on looking up at me, one of them gesturing and pointing. It suddenly struck me that they were all looking at Britney. As close as they were, I was sure they had to have a very clear view right up her very short little skirt and her shaved pussy had to be visible. As we had stood there unaware, guys had started to notice the incredible site above them. The longer we stood there, the larger the group had become as guys walking by noticed the guys looking up and stopped to stare as well. She might have realized her exposure and moved away, had she been sober. I normally would have pulled her away immediately, but the drinks were affecting me as well and the crowd of men staring up my wife's skirt at her bare pussy suddenly hit me as very erotic and a little exciting. I told her that I was going to get another round of drinks and left her there. I walked quickly to the stairs and quickly down. As I got to the area below Britney, the crowd was noisy and I could hear some of the laughing and comments. I looked up as I moved through the crowd and caught my breath. Whenever the dance floor lights brightened, the view up Britney's skirt was very clear, and with her legs slightly apart her bare pussy was unmistakably on display. The good news was that her face was hidden by the counter. Suddenly she shifted and spread her legs a little more to lecherous comments from the crowd. I saw her lurker from the stairs looking up in the center of the crowd and was sure many more were drawn to the view. I kept walking and went quickly back upstairs to the bar to order our drinks. I sat the drinks on the table next to her and stood behind her again. My heart was racing thinking about the possibilities to expose her even more. I was tempted to reach around and play with her pussy or push my leg between her legs to make her spread open even wider, or both. But so far Britney was drunk enough to be blissfully unaware that she had been showing her pussy to such a large audience for so long and I was afraid she would notice the crowd's reaction and be upset. So I suggested that we move to one of the sofas for a while. As she turned and moved away from the counter we heard people applauding, but she never suspected why. From the looks she was getting from the bar I guessed that some of the lurkers below had come up to see who the pussy in the short white skirt had belonged to. No sofa was available so we stood by the bar watching the crowd and sipping our drinks. Girls were using the low tables between the sofas to dance on and show off and were getting a lot of attention. We turned to look when cheers erupted behind us in time to see two girls standing on a table flashing their breasts at their friends. Other girls dancing on the tables were bending forward or squatting and flashing their panties to those seated on the sofas. The atmosphere was getting wilder as the night went on. We finished our drinks and decided to head back downstairs to dance some more. I was really starting to feel all the drinks and noticed that Britney was having trouble walking straight. Even her speech was getting a little slurred. I helped her back down another set of stairs and spotted the smaller raised dance floor nearby and led her to it. We sat our drinks down and climbed the three steps up onto the small dance floor. The floor held about 15 couples comfortably and there were only six already dancing so we had some room. As we danced in the middle of the floor, I noticed the people standing around the dance floor watching were about eye level with the bottom of Britney's skirt, which was flipping all around from her hip movements. At their level they had to be seeing a lot of her gorgeous bare ass. Britney seemed to be having trouble with her balance and was moving steadily closer to one side of the dance floor. I moved behind her and put my arm on her waist to help steady her. She leaned forward, forcing me to hold her tighter around her waist, which pushed her ass into my groin. As she straightened up, some guys let out a 'yeah' and I heard some whistling, which is usually a sign that a girl is flashing nearby. I looked around but didn't see anything. As we danced, the guys around us kept reacting to something. I finally let go of Britney's waist and we separated. I turned away from her momentarily and it seemed that a lot of guys had moved to the edge of the stage just behind me. When I turned back, I saw Britney from the side dancing and completely unaware or just no longer caring that her breast was hanging completely out of her top. I was turned on seeing her breast so erotically exposed as she danced so I just kept dancing and left her exposed for everyone to enjoy. A few more 'Yeahs' were shouted, and then I heard some more whistles and shouts behind me. When I turned and looked, I saw several of the guys by the side had stooped down with their hands on the edge of the dance floor. With Britney closer to the edge, they were low enough to get a clear view of Britney's perfect ass. They must have just noticed her shaved pussy and were reacting. Suddenly Britney started loosing her balance and fell backwards toward the middle of the floor onto her butt. As I helped her up, there was just no way to keep from completely exposing her to the whole audience who were cheering loudly, which was drawing even more attention to her. I helped her off the dance floor without even bothering about her exposed breast. I held Britney's waist tightly for support as we made our way back to the bar where we had left Chris and Kate earlier. I wasn't sure, but I think some of her audience was following us. We found Chris and Kate near the bar and joined them. Kate noticed Britney's exposure immediately and reached to help her cover up. Britney was so drunk by now that she weaved a little standing there. Kate seemed very drunk too, but a little more aware. She told me Chris was smashed and that he just wanted to sit. I suggested that we ought to be leaving, but Britney objected and wanted another drink. "I dun wanna go." She slurred. "Thish is our vacation...... and I feel reeealy gooood. We dunt haf to drive.... Soooo..... lets haf fun". I knew that she already had too much to drink, but I gave in and got Britney and Kate another drink. Somebody had been making an announcement but with all the noise I only caught a little of what they were saying. Now he was saying something about not being responsible if anyone is injured on the dance floor. It seemed like a general announcement. As the music started I asked Kate what it was about and she said she didn't hear it either, but she thought that there was some kind of special dance coming up. Britney said "Yea, les dance sumore". Kate asked to join us since Chris was too far gone to dance. Britney responded, "umkay". As we worked our way to the middle of the dance floor, I noticed a lot of people leaving the floor and others heading onto the floor like us. I noticed a lot of single guys either moving around the dance floor by themselves or leaning against the wall watching. It struck me as a little strange, but I wasn't thinking real clearly. As we danced together to some really high energy, loud music, the lights went out on the dance floor and after about 20 seconds, out of nowhere I felt something very light and wet falling on our heads as people shouted and laughed. It felt like soapy foam and it was seemed to be coming from all sides and falling down on us. We huddled a little closer together, dancing and laughing at the strange feeling. In no time we were completely buried in foam over our heads. I wiped the foam off my face and realized that I was getting soaking wet. In the dim light, I could see Britney's hair covered in foam. I brushed a blob of foam off of her head and her shoulder. I turned away to check on Kate and saw her a few steps away with her wet hair plastered to the side of her face. She was covered with gobs of foam and grinning as she reached up and pulled her top down enough to pop her breasts out. She drunkenly threw her hands over her head laughing and shook her boobs back and forth just as the lights came back up unusually bright. Even as drunk as I was, my cock started to respond to Kate's bare boobs swinging around in the bright light. The foam was subsiding and we seemed to be creating our own hole in the foam with all our moving around. I could hear shouts and cheering from the balcony and guessed that they were spotting Kate and probably some other wild things visible to those looking down. Some guys moving past slowed to look at Kate's breasts and then froze as they looked past her at Britney. I had lost sight of Britney with my attention on Kate's breasts. I looked over at Britney and couldn't believe my eyes. Her long hair was hanging straight down and, in the brighter lights, she appeared to be staggering around completely nude. Her thin white top and skirt were soaked, plastered to her skin and almost completely transparent. From the front it was very obvious that she was nude except for the brief outfit. She was doing something between a dance and a drunken stagger, with her eyes closed. Before I could move to Britney, Kate moved in front of me, turned and pushed her ass back into my groin. I grabbed her waist with both hands and started grinding my hardening cock into her ass to the beat of the music. I was worried that Britney might get upset seeing us and I looked over at her in time to see her loose her balance and start staggering backwards. She backed right into one of the lurkers who caught her and kept her from falling. Britney pushed back into him and started moving her ass around. It took a few seconds but he realized that she was dancing and started moving with her. Even drunk I was a little concerned when I saw him bring his hand up and start massaging my Britney's exposed breast, but at the time my drunken mind decided that it was harmless and she seemed ok with it. I will forever be amazed that I could have done it, but I totally forgot about my Britney when Kate moved one of my hands to her bare breast as she continued pushing her ass against me. My drunken mind succumbed to the intense lust that I suddenly felt for Kate. I massaged her wonderful large breast and pinched her erect nipple as I drove my cock into her ass as hard as I could. I was past rational thinking and thought Kate was too, so I dared to drop my other hand to her crotch and started to massage her through her skirt. I expected to get pushed away, but instead I felt her hand behind her searching for my rock hard cock. When she found it and started squeezing, I dropped my hand to reach under her skirt and back up to massage her through her silky panties. She slowed her dancing to almost a stop, and moved her legs further apart as I her rubbed her clit. She was moving her crotch slowly around and quietly moaning and saying "Oh god, oh god yes". I finally slipped my fingers under the leg band of her panties to massage the wonderful wet folds of her bare womanhood directly. She was swollen and dripping wet as my finger tips found her erect clit and pressed on it, moving it in small rapid circles. We were both grunting and moaning from the forbidden lust we had succumbed to in full view of the cheering audience on the balcony. I started coming back to earth when I finally raised my head enough and caught site of Britney 20 or 30 feet away. She was just standing there bent over with her hands resting just above her knees for support. Her skirt was up on her back and her bare ass against the lurker, facing toward me with her head down. Her legs were spread apart and she wasn't even pretending to dance. Three other guys were close on either side of her watching her getting thoroughly molested by the lurker behind her. Her top had been pushed aside and the lurker was leaning over her and roughly massaging her breast. Her skirt had been pushed up in the front and had stuck to her wet stomach. His other hand was between her legs groping her intimately. I was dazed and confused. Even as drunk as she was, I couldn't ever imagine Britney letting a complete stranger feel her up and finger her. Then it struck me. She must think that's me behind her and he's taking the opportunity to practically rape her. He moved his hand from her breast and wrapped his arm around her waist. He bent his knees and stooped down a little behind her. That's when I spotted his erect cock between her legs. He had pulled his cock out and had been getting off pushing it against her bare ass. I snapped completely out of it when I saw that he was holding his hard cock with his free hand and trying to guide it upward into her pussy. As he struggled trying to guide the head of his cock to that magic spot between her swollen lips, the guy next to her reached out and started groping her hanging breast. The lurker on her other side saw his opportunity and reached out to massage her other breast. I pulled away from Kate just as the guy managed to ram his cock up into her. Her eyes flew open in surprise when he drove it all the way home. He only had a few seconds to enjoy the feeling of being inside before my flat palm went past Britney and hard into his face as I screamed, "Get off her!" I managed to catch Britney as he stumbled to the floor. He struggled to get up and sprinted away into the crowd and the dissipating foam. The other three had turned and rushed away before the one on the floor even got up. Britney was looking at me thoroughly confused, her eyes unfocused and barely coherent as I pulled her skirt down and tried to arrange her top over her breasts. Her wet clothes just clung to her skin making them transparent and making her still appear to be naked as I lifted her in my arms and carried her unsteadily from the floor. Kate had recovered was following while still arranging her top. I noticed quite a few other girls that looked like they had just finished a wet T-shirt contest along the way. I stopped to get her handbag that Chris was supposed to be guarding, without putting her down. Kate tried to wake Chris as I kept going toward the door. Outside I carried her to one of the several cabs available. The Mexican cab drivers eyes looked like they were going to pop out of his head as I put Britney down and held her. "Can you take us to Blue Bay?" I asked. "Not a problem, senor" he replied as he opened the back door for us. After I managed to get her into the seat, I stood and saw the cab driver still staring and holding the door. I looked back at Britney and saw that her skirt was stuck at her waist and one of her breasts was hanging out. I reached in and pulled her skirt down and took the door from the cab driver and closed it. We walked around to the other side and both got in. He turned around and started making small talk while he gawked at Britney. I covered her breast and told him I was in a hurry. Britney was leaning against me and completely out for the fifteen-minute trip back to Blue Bay. Along the way I suddenly thought about my tryst with Kate and lifted my fingers to my nose to enjoy her scent. I paid him when we stopped and got out to get Britney. The cab driver raced around to hold the door for me as I got Britney out. He offered to help me carry her (out of the goodness of his heart) and I said sarcastically, "Thanks for your too kind offer, but I can handle her from here". I gave up worrying about her modesty as I pulled her out and lifted her up. The cab driver was smiling broadly as I thanked him and headed through the lobby and back outside toward our room. Once inside I laid Britney on the bed and just looked at her in her skimpy, damp outfit. I pushed her little skirt up and spread her legs wide. I stripped my clothes off as I stood staring at the beautiful open pussy that so many others had enjoyed that night. I untied her top from around her neck to expose those perfect breasts. I slid my fingers into her and finger fucked her hard as I slowly stroked my rock hard cock. She moaned quietly in acknowledgement, but was like a rag doll. She was helpless, completely at my mercy, as I raised her legs and slid my cock into her wetness. It felt almost like rape being able to do anything that I wanted to her. Forbidden thoughts crept into my drunken, horny mind and I just couldn't resist taking advantage of her helplessness. I pulled out of her and moved to the curtains, opening them wide so that any passers by could look in and enjoy my naked Britney- her legs pointed toward the window and spread wide open. I moved to the side of the bed and turned her head as I pushed my cock, still wet with her own juices, into her open mouth. As I pushed it slowly in and out, she responded, and began lightly sucking. I reached down and fingered her wide-open pussy. I withdrew from her mouth, lifted her legs and slid my cock back into her soaked pussy, slowly sliding it back out and all the way in a few times before again moving to her side and pushing my wet cock back into her mouth. I shuddered suddenly, wondering if anyone was at the window enjoying her nude body and watching her sucking her own juices off of my cock. Did the cab driver follow us and was even now leering at her display? Overcome with the depravity of what I was doing to her, I again slid my cock into all the way her soaked pussy and inserted it back into her mouth, almost cumming from the excitement of imagining an audience jerking off watching her at the window as she sucked on my cock. Finally overcome with the need to get my cock into her, I withdrew and lifted her legs over my shoulders and pushed my rock hard cock as far into her as possible. As I pushed, I slid my finger into her mouth so she could again taste herself. As she started to respond, I withdrew halfway and started pounding into her. She moaned and then started yelling as I kept pounding, determined to make her orgasm. When she went over the edge, I shoved hard into her and held it there as I unloaded way up into her. Finally spent, I slowly got up leaving Britney spread wide open with her legs pointed toward the window. I moved casually toward the light switch by the door and switched the lights off. I glanced out the window and thought I saw a movement in the darkness. Could it have been my imagination or had there been an audience. Now feeling a little guilty for exposing my sweet bride like a slut, I closed the curtains, removed her skirt and top gently put her under the sheets before joining her. I held her naked body close as we both slipped off into a drunken sleep. Britney was sick the next morning and we both were nursing horrible hangovers. Thankfully, she barely remembered going back out on the dance floor for that last dance, but couldn't remember the foam and never mentioned the guys molesting her. She only commented on how she had enjoyed how aggressive I'd been all evening feeling her up. We managed some breakfast and went back to our room and slept some more. That afternoon we dragged ourselves to the beach and met Chris and Kate who looked about the same way we felt. I wasn't sure how Kate felt about the night before and finally got her off to the side to apologize for getting carried away. She smiled and said, "It's just between you and me, Tiger. Don't apologize I enjoyed it as much as you did, baby." Then she added, "That could only have happened away from home."

Floor 13 byjanon314© Part 1 Like many ideas conceived after too many beers in a pub, it sounded better than it was. "I'd give my right tit to get my own back on Adriana!" Daphne exclaimed, slamming down her empty pint glass. Traditionally, our ICT team goes for a drink after work on the last Friday of the month. There were only four of us: Daphne who had to put up with constant Scooby-Doo references because of her name and fiery red hair; Eric, the youngest of us at 23 and usually rather quiet; Todd, best described as all mouth and no trousers and often making inappropriate comments to Daphne (however, she knew she could easily call his bluff); and me, Gyles, the oldest of our group at 29. It was just after 9 pm, we'd been drinking since just before six, and realistically we'd only have one more drink before getting taxies home. Eric was drunkest, followed by Todd. Remarkably, despite her size, Daphne always kept up pint for pint with us. "Interesting image, but why this time?" I asked. Adriana worked at our company and was a pain in the neck for all of us. Bitchy to anyone she thought was below her and simpering or flirting with anyone she thought could progress her career. Pretty, in a very obvious way, too much makeup under her short blonde curly hair, and usually dressed just short of inappropriate for the office. She had reported more than one male at the company to HR if she thought they were eying her wrongly. On top of that, she thought she was far smarter than she actually was. If she were as smart as she thought, she'd know how unpopular she was. And she was always inserting herself into other people's conversations and moving the topic to herself. Alternatively, she would eavesdrop to listen for the information she could use for her own advancement, and other peoples' detriment. "I applied for a job as supervisor of our team." "Excuse me?" I asked, shocked. "I never heard about that job going." As the longest-serving person on the team, I was the de facto leader, even if we all worked at the same level. "I think it was affirmative action or something. Not enough women in management roles. However, Adriana fucked me over. She spread a rumour I'd fucked up something, which I didn't. However, it couldn't be proved either way, so I was told I'd have to wait 12 months before I could reapply." I was a little pissed by that. Reverse sexism and creating a role just to tick an equality box. However, it was not Daphne's fault. Todd, however, was more interested in the previous comment. "About that tit? What do you mean you'd give it? If we helped, would it be a quick glimpse or a leisurely viewing? Would there be any touching?" I slapped him gently on the back of his head and Eric chuckled. "I'd let you kiss it if I can see Adriana fucked over like she's fucked me." Todd looked down at the aforementioned breast and without thinking licked his lips. "OK, that's it. We've officially all had too much to drink if we're talking like this. Time to go." I declared. With a little grumbling, we finished our drinks and headed off to get taxis home. Todd and Eric shared one, and Daphne and I the other. In the back seat, she snuggled up against me, putting my arm over her shoulder. I mentally sighed. Three years ago, when Daphne joined our team, it was obvious we both fancied each other. After a few nights out, we shared a taxi, and there was a definite tension between us. I wondered how she'd react if I tried to kiss her. Instead of finding out, she admitted she was attracted to me and knew I felt the same. However, because we worked in such a small team, it could never happen and reluctantly I agreed. However, after three years I was still attracted to her. Having to behave like a big brother on our nights out made me wish I had a girlfriend, or she had a boyfriend. Just to ease the tension. After helping her out of the taxi and opening the door to her flat, I decided to walk the short distance to my home. It was less than 5 minutes and I needed the fresh air. However, the idea of doing something to Adriana appealed to me. Moreover, whilst I was certain Daphne was joking about her boob, I went to bed thinking about what we could do. During her time in the company, she'd sometimes called for favours from ICT. She'd be all sweetness and light until she got what she wanted, and then her attitude would change as if she was the one giving the favour. Once or twice, I'd given her false information, but sufficiently close to the correct information, so I could claim she'd written it down wrong. Obviously, Daphne wanted more than that, but without getting us in trouble. Adriana would run to HR if she suspected. In the morning, I had an inkling of an idea and called Daphne. "Hello?" she said, sounding hung-over. "What are you wearing?" I asked in a creepy voice. "Fuck off!" She replied with a chuckle. "What are you after?" "Were you serious about getting back at Adriana last night?" "Letting you guys kiss my right tit?" I chuckled. "Actually, I meant the other bit about getting her back." "Sure. She's a bitch and needs to get her face smeared in the shit she shovels." She groaned. "God, I feel like crap myself. What time did we leave the pub?" "It was only around 9 pm. Wanna grab a greasy breakfast? I've got the start of an idea and I need someone to bounce it off." "I'll come as long as you pick me up and don't literally bounce off me." "I'll pick you up in the mystery machine." That earned me another groan as she hung up. I called Todd and Eric, as I got ready, to invite them to meet us at our local greasy spoon cafe. I grabbed my car keys and left. I held open the cafe's door for Daphne, the others were already there and looking rough. "OK Genius, what's this cunning plan of yours?" Todd asked grumpily. "Floor 13," I replied, looking smug at the puzzled expressions from the other three. "I may still be hung-over." Eric replied, "But we don't have a floor 13 at work. Some superstitious developer decided to skip it. It goes from 12 directly to 14." "Yep," I replied. "So, you intend to trick her with a floor that does not exist?" Todd asked and I just nodded in reply. Daphne shook her head. "My head hurts too much for this. Eric, can you kick Gyles for me?" Daphne asked. "Wait! Let me ask you this. How gullible do you think Adriana is?" I asked, and the others all agreed that she was quite gullible. "And how far do you think she'd go to get ahead?" "I heard she offered her boss a blow job to get a promotion." Eric piped in. "Sorry, I started that one," Daphne admitted. "Damn! I really wanted that to be true." Todd exclaimed. "I'm pretty sure it is, and more. One of my girlfriends saw her coming out of her boss's house early on a Sunday morning last year." Daphne added. "So, we think she'd do pretty much anything to climb the slippery pole for promotion," I asked. "I know what slippery pole I'd like her to climb." Exclaimed Todd, earning a shake of the head from the rest of us. Even hung-over he never gave up. "I've not worked out all the details, but this is what I've got so far..." I went on to explain the outline of my plan. Part 2 It took us nearly a month to get ready, and we added details and polished the plan as well as we could. We had a few things going in our favour. Firstly, our company only operated in the top half of the 20-story building and the staircase was communal. Meaning, you had to swipe your card in and out of the stairwell. Following the smoking ban and some people caught smoking in the stairwell; the company discouraged anyone from using the stairs and fitted CCTV. Secondly, it turned out each of us had a skill to offer. Todd's dad was a builder, and he'd picked up enough knowledge from watching him to do what we needed. Daphne was artistic and Eric had spent years working with a local theatre group as a stagehand and props master. I wrote in my spare time, so I had to script out dialogue. When everything was ready, we met in the pub to go over the plan again. "Are we sure she'll fall for it?" Eric asked. "That depends on our acting skills." Todd commented. "I'm still worried something might blowback on us if she rumbles us," I replied. "Relax; we've gone through the script often enough and we can call it off right up to the final stage. If we get her that far I'm sure we'll have her." "Are we all in?" I asked, and everyone raised their glasses in salute. Part 3 It started in the break room. It was the middle of Friday afternoon and Adriana was sitting at a table alone, sipping her coffee. Picking a table just within hearing distance, Daphne and I sat. Eric was taking his time at the fridge to see how Adriana reacted. "So, tell me about it," Daphne asked. "What?" I replied. "You know. It!" "I've no idea what you're on about. But if it is what I think it is, you have to drop it." "Come on. You cannot only tell me just that one thing and leave me hanging." "I shouldn't have said even that much. You caught me at a weak moment." "You were pissed, more like. Come on. Spill." "I can't. I'm not really in on it, anyway. If they didn't need my technical know-how, I'd never have access. Remember, these people are likely the future company leadership. I'm not about to break a secret with the likes of them. So, drop it." Daphne sighed dramatically, overacting in my opinion. When Eric came over, he sat with his back to Adriana and gave us subtle thumbs up. Stage one complete. In the lift back to our office, he explained. "You should have seen her. At first, I thought you must have been too quiet, but then I saw her straining to hear you. I think she's nibbling at the hook." The next stage required all four of us, and careful timing. Adriana worked on the 16th-floor and at 4 pm each day she had to print off a report and take it down to the 10th floor for the finance director to sign it off. We had Eric lurking on her floor to text us the moment she headed to the lift. Todd and I had been waiting on the 17th floor and jumped to the lift. Waiting for the lift to move, I punched floor 11, which is our floor. Adriana ignored us as she got into the lift and hit 10. Todd had his phone primed to send me a message, and he hit send. "Damn!" I said as I read the screen on my phone. It was just a winky face emoticon in reality. "What?" Todd asked as I moved to block Adriana's view of the lift buttons. "An emergency from..." I glanced at Adriana. "You know where." Waiting until the lift passed 14, I hit the 12 and 14 buttons at once and prayed Daphne was on the ball. The doors opened and instead of the usual sign, showing the floor and the departments, there was a fancy new sign painted by Daphne. It said Floor 13, Accelerated Management Placement. Stepping out of the lift, I looked at Adriana. "You didn't see this." "Excuse me?" She asked, annoyed. "You weren't supposed to see this. Moreover, for your own sake, don't ask anyone about it. It could cost you your job." The door closed and a few seconds later Daphne appeared, quietly applauding my performance. "I think we should get Eric to talk you into joining his theatre group. That was pretty convincing." "Really?" "Yup." She replied as she took the sign off the wall revealing the regular sign underneath. A minute later Eric appeared out of breath after rushing down the stairs. "How did it go?" He asked. "Perfect," Daphne stated. Todd added, "She asked me what it was about and I ad-libbed saying I wasn't allowed to say." He held up a hand and Eric gave him a high five. "How long until the next stage?" Daphne asked me. "This is where it gets tricky. Eric, have you got the door access system rigged to send you a message every time she uses her card?" He nodded and held up his phone. "We need to keep track of her from now on when she's in the building. We need to catch her again in the break room. Just like the last time. Give her the next breadcrumbs, and then I think we have to be ready tomorrow night." Part 4 Actually, the next breadcrumb dropped just before the end of the day. I got a call from Adriana asking me if I could come to her desk and help her with a problem. I told her I could connect to her PC and she could talk me through it over the phone. However, she insisted I should go to her desk. "Bingo guys!" I exclaimed, hanging up. "What?" Daphne asked, swivelling her chair to face me. "Adriana wants to see me. I wonder what that's about." I asked in mock innocence. "She's just exited her floor. So, I expect she's going to meet you at the lift." Eric chimed in. "Showtime!" Exclaimed Todd giving me jazz hands. "Break a leg." I tried to act surprised when the lift doors opened and Adriana was standing there. "Tell me about floor 13." She stepped into the lift and pressed the door close button. "There is no floor 13, at least officially." "And why would knowing about it cost me my job?" "Look, I'm sworn to secrecy. I really cannot say." "If you don't tell me, I'll go to HR and say I caught you leering down my blouse." Then she surprised me by grabbing the neck of her blouse and pulled it down. Letting me see her creamy breasts in a sexy pale pink bra. "There you go. Now you cannot say you didn't." "Fine, but it's not a good idea. Have you ever wondered why we get so many visitors from other offices all over the world? It's not like we are the head office." "No, not really. Why?" "We are conveniently located, so they set up the facility here. Globally the company operates an advanced management development scheme. They look out for people with potential, assess them and some very lucky ones are selected to come here. "If they graduate, they are marked for success, given accelerated promotions and some will probably be the directors of the company in the future. However, it's hard work. 10 or 12-hour days for weeks. More than once I've heard people weeping under the strain. However, the best people in the world train you. I know it's fucking expensive and only about 1 in 10 graduates." "I still don't see why knowing about it could cost me my job." I let out a sigh, as if to say I thought she was being dim. "If only 1 in 10 graduates, there are 9 who fail. In addition, if you failed, would you want anyone else to know? They all sign nondisclosure and secrecy agreements before they start. Plus a few other things. They all get a bonus to keep it secret, and even those who fail get world-class training. If people knew about this, or more specifically who was in the courses and who failed, it's possible someone would try to use that to their advantage. Hence the secrecy." "What about you? You're just a computer techie. You're not advanced management potential?" I might have taken offence, but as this was all bullshit, I let it slide. "Correct, however, you cannot do anything without techie support. Projectors, laptops and phones for starters. I had to go through some very invasive background checks before I was told about it. Now have you really got a problem with your computer or did you just want to grill me about a floor that doesn't officially exist?" She looked deep in thought and released the door close button. Then stepped out and walked away. I tried to keep it cool when I got back to my department, despite the others doing Meerkat impressions over the desk partitions. I mimed casting a fishing rod and reeling it in again and got a cheer. "One last crumb tomorrow and I think we're done." "Oh yeah!" Todd exclaimed and held his hand out for a high five, but nobody returned it. We'd almost reached the most dangerous bit. Part 5 When Adriana stayed late, there was tension in our team. What if she tried to find floor 13 by herself? Fortunately, she only stayed a short time, as we needed to sneak in our 'set' and practise setting it up. Despite strict rules in the company about unauthorised access out of hours, our team had carte blanche to come and go as we pleased. However, the downside was we were expected to work to the job and not the clock. Therefore, if a job took you until midnight to fix, you stayed until it was fixed. Fortunately, Eric reminded Todd that we were limited to the size of the lift unless we wanted to carry everything up 12 flights of stairs. Not something any of us wanted. Because we had to make the entrance to floor 12 look entirely different, Todd and Eric had built an 'airlock', a box-like cube pushed up against the proper door, simulating the transition from the regular office to the inner sanctum. The second set of doors was just a fake, but we'd put a few surprises inside. We'd added plush carpeting and Daphne had painted inspiring quotes in various fonts to add to the impression of a transition to something special. I'd added a few special touches like alarms and strobe lights. Plus, a carefully programmed tablet recessed into the wall had a camera that would record what happened in the box. We practised building and disassembling the 'box' several times, so it was close to midnight when we called it quits. The disassembly time was critical. We needed to hide the evidence ASAP if things went south. Part 6 I'll admit we got very little done the next morning. We waited until we could find Adriana sitting alone in the break room. The four of us went, which technically we shouldn't have, but given what we were planning, that was the least of our worries. I sat with my back to Adriana, about five feet away. It was time for Todd's opening lines. "Come on mate, you have to tell us. What have you seen?" "My lips are sealed," I replied. "I still struggle to get my head around the fact that there are naked women wandering around this building," Eric added. "And men don't forget." I reminded them. "Yeah, but could you at least describe one or two?" Todd wheedled. Rather good acting on his part. "Ok, there's this one guy..." "Hey, you knew what I meant." Todd objected Daphne chuckled. "Grow up, Todd. You act as if you've never seen a pair of tits. I'm in the fortunate position to see a really nice pair naked every day." Todd looked confused, and then it clicked. "Oh, right? Yours. I suppose they are pretty nice." "But why?" Eric asked. "I can't understand that." I sighed theatrically. "They explained it to me, but it was a while ago. It's a really complicated psychological reason, like an onion." "What, it makes your eyes water?" Asked Todd with a grin. "No dickhead. Many layers. I'm sure I can't remember them all. First, to show that you are committed. To get your kit off for the program proves you're committed to the company. Then you have trust. You'll potentially be working around these people in the future, so you have to trust them. Then there's teamwork, the biggie as I understand it. If you cannot learn to control yourself around a member of the opposite sex, it's better to learn now and weed out any potential future sex pest." "And for naked men, it's easier to gauge that self-control," Daphne added, wiggling her index finger like a penis. "I suppose it must be easier if you're gay." Eric pondered. "I refer you to my previous comment about naked men as well as women." I reminded him. "I cannot believe you have to do it as well." Daphne piped in. "Get naked, I mean. I'm glad it's you and not me. I don't think I could, no matter how much extra I was paid. It must be hard. And yes, I intended that pun." "It's not easy," I replied. "But think about it. They are from all over the world. They wouldn't know who is supposed to be there. Obviously, anyone who goes onto floor 13 wearing clothes stands out and is not supposed to be there." "OK, but if you refuse to tell us anything good. How does it work?" Todd asked. "You swipe your door access card as usual to enter the floor and then there is what I'd call an airlock. A short corridor with another set of doors at the end. There is a high-tech locker system, where you put your clothes into a plastic box and enter the box number and a PIN on the keypad. It whisks your stuff away into storage. "Then you go through the second doors to do the job. I have to tell you it's pretty embarrassing sorting network cables with your bum in the air and your tackle hanging out. And after you're done, you enter your PIN to get your box back, then dress and leave. Come on, we'd better get back to work." I was desperate to glance at Adriana as we left. To see if she'd bought that. However, I managed to restrain myself. We'd know most likely tonight. At 5:40 pm, we jumped into action. Daphne checked the whole of floor 12 to ensure nobody was about and that there were no phones or handbags left behind for someone to come back for unexpectedly. Eric, Todd, and I started to construct our box. I was impressed with Todd and Eric's work. In 20 minutes, we had it done. A fake corridor about 8 feet long and 6 feet wide. It had regular office lighting built into the false ceiling. I'd wired up an alarm and flashing red lights and had an Android tablet to simulate the high-tech locker system. The storage box was in place. It had its own little box hanging off the side of the main box. And we were ready. I just hoped that Adriana would take the bait. Part 7 Because the doors inside the box were fake, Todd and Eric had to stay on floor 12 until this was over. Daphne and I returned to our department one floor down and watched Eric's monitor for the use of Adriana's door access card. She was still in the office. Excellent. Time ticked slowly by and Daphne started to pace the office. Then, just after 6 pm, Eric's computer pinged. Adriana was on the move. He texted a message to the others to get ready. Daphne went out the door to wait in the stairwell, whilst I had to get out of sight. In the next few minutes, we'd know if this was a bust or if we'd massively pranked Adriana. As I heard the alarm I panicked. I was worried that it was too loud and someone else might be in the building and investigate. Then I heard our door open and Daphne talking hurriedly. "What the hell were you thinking?" I wanted to poke my head out, but it might spook Adriana more. Therefore, I waited out of sight. "I don't know, I was just. Shit, what am I going to do about clothes?" Adriana wailed. "Perhaps you should have thought of that before you stripped off and tried to sneak into somewhere you shouldn't. I'll see if I can find you something. Sit and I'll go look." As Daphne came into view, I'd never seen her look so happy. It really made her a lot more attractive. She mouthed 'Perfect' at me and surprised me by giving me a hug, breaking our rules on physical contact. Instead of ending the hug in a few seconds, she lingered, and I hugged her back gently. We'd agreed to let Adriana stew, sitting there naked for a bit. It was partially to increase her discomfort, but mostly to buy time for Todd and Eric to dismantle the 'box'. Much as I was enjoying the contact with Daphne. I was worried that Adriana might figure out that she was on floor 11 and had only come down 1 flight of stairs. I think Daphne read my thoughts and stepped back. She wiggled her eyebrows at me and nodded over to where Adriana was. This was where we'd have to improvise some. As I got closer, I saw her sitting on my chair looking towards the door. She was naked and her fists were clenched and resting on her knees. She might have been a pain in the neck, but her tits were nice. Getting closer, I noticed she wasn't a real blond. She had a small tuft of trimmed public hair of a mousy brown. She shrieked and tried to cover up as she saw me. "What the hell are you doing here? Go away, don't look at me." She yelled. "Actually, this is my department, that's my desk, and it's my chair you're rubbing your naked arse on." "But you shouldn't be here. It's after hours." "Actually, my team often has to work extended hours to work on projects. I'm more interested in why you're here and why you're naked. Wait! You didn't try to access floor 13, did you?" "No!" "In that case, you thought you'd just get naked and wander around the office?" "No!" "So, have you a better excuse? It seems to me you were up to no good and ignored my warning." Daphne called out from the other side of the office, "Sorry, I can't find anything for you to wear. You're stuck naked. Oh, hey Gyles. Look what the cat dragged in. I found her on floor 13." Daphne came up to stand next to me. The grin on her face was threatening to take the top of her head off. We all jumped at the sound of the door opening and Todd and Eric came barrelling in. There is no way they could have dismantled and hidden the box in that amount of time. They must have not wanted to miss out on a naked Adriana. Todd walked up then did a rather obvious double take seeing her. "Whoa mate..." He said, putting a hand on my shoulder. "My birthday's not until next week, but I appreciate the present." Adriana was blushing and trying to ensure she was as covered up as she could be. However, whilst her crotch was securely covered, at least half an areola and nipple peeked in and out of view. "I can see her bum from over here." Eric piped up and we looked to see that he was in the next cubicle and looking over behind Adriana's chair. She jumped up and wedged her back into the corner furthest away from us all. "I'll report you all to HR for sexual harassment." She exclaimed, and Daphne chuckled. "Nice try, but I think it's us who could report you. After all, you're the one trying to flash us your bit." Daphne added. "It's your word against mine," Adriana replied, trying to be defiant. "Not if the guys take photos of you like that." "You wouldn't?" Todd's and Eric's phones appeared as if by magic. "Awesome!" Todd said, and Eric added. "I'm doing a video!" I was a little surprised to see that Daphne had her phone out as well. I was tempted to join them, but I was feeling a little guilty about this. Daphne might have instigated it, but it was my scheme that had this woman naked in front of us. "Why are you doing this to me?" Adriana asked. "You have to ask?" Daphne replied. "You got yourself in this situation. We're just making the most of it because you're a real bitch around the office. Sucking up to some people, whilst shitting on others. I know for a fact you screwed up my last promotion." Adriana didn't say anything, but her expression gave her away. "Besides, I think a part of you likes it. Your nipples are really hard. I already know you had sex with your boss to get your last promotion." "What?" "Yeah, a friend of mine was jogging and saw you coming out of his house at 7 am on a Sunday. What else could you be there for but to fuck him?" "It was only a blow job. I promise." Hearing her admit that triggered a tingle in my pants. The guilt I'd felt dissipated knowing she'd used her admittedly sexy body to manipulate her boss. Daphne continued, "Well, now you have to think about what it's going to take for me not to tell everyone. Or for the others not to post the pictures online. And then there's Gyles. You need him the most as only he can get your clothes back." Adriana looked at me and I could see her struggling to come to terms with this turn of events. I took some pity on her and asked, "What were you thinking? Why would you assume your door access card would work on floor 13?" "I tried to get my clothes back but the locker thing didn't work." "I suppose in the same way having someone on floor 13 fully clothed would mark them out as an impostor. Having a naked person running around the building makes it easier to spot who tried to break into somewhere they shouldn't. "I'm not even sure we can cover this up if we wanted to. Almost certainly, the CCTV camera in the stairwell could have caught you running down the stairs. The card access system will have your card recorded entering floor 13 and trying to access it. And then there are your clothes. After everyone else leaves, yours will still be in the machine. Presumably, your purse and other stuff to identify you are in the storage box?" Adriana nodded, defeated. "I'm not heartless, but it's going to be at least half an hour before I can try to get your clothes back. Too many people will be running around trying to find out who set off the alarms. I'm amazed our phones aren't ringing off the hook." "You expect me to wait here naked for all that time? What if someone else comes in and sees me?" "Fine." Daphne relented. "Come with me and I'll see if we can fashion something to cover you with toilet paper and sticky tape." She gestured for Adriana to follow and reluctantly she scurried after Daphne. "Nice bum!" Todd called after the retreating pair. Belatedly, Adriana tried to cover her bum with one hand. "Wow." Exclaimed Eric, still videoing the women. "Turn that off," I ordered him and he looked puzzled, and then realised what he was doing. "OK. It's off." "I take it you didn't dismantle the 'box' in the 2 minutes before you rushed in here?" "Hey, we wanted to see the show." Todd replied. "Jesus, if anyone comes..." I replied. "We know. We'll do it shortly. But seriously you can't expect us to miss out on that." "OK, fine. We may have her fooled at the moment, but if anyone else finds it we're screwed." It was at least ten minutes before Daphne emerged from the disabled toilet, with Adriana in tow. It would have been best to describe her as an apprentice mummy. She has toilet paper wrapped around her chest covering her tits and ribs. And then another band around her hips and bum, coming partway down her thighs, but not too far. After Todd and Eric got a significant look, they scowled and headed off to finish their work. "Why don't you take a seat over there?" I offered Adriana a spare chair in the cube that Daphne and I shared. As Adriana sat, we all heard the toilet paper tearing and I could see a split near her hip. "Here," Daphne said and tossed over the tape. However, as Adriana tried to tape it up, more tearing was heard. Only this time it was from her top. "I can't do it myself." She objected. Daphne grinned at me. "Want to do the honour?" "I think it's better if I leave you girls to it. Would you like a coffee Adriana? We're gonna be here a while, might as well pretend things are normal." Daphne applied more tape to an outfit that was bound to fail, while I got the three of us coffee. Then Daphne and I pretty much ignored Adriana and talked about work things while tapping away on our keyboards. I got the impression Adriana found us ignoring her confusing. It was almost as if she wanted us to see her in this compromising situation. If so, then when Todd and Eric came back 20 minutes later and wheeled their chairs to the entrance of the cubicle, it must have pleased her on some level. When I finally announced that I would go to get her clothes, she almost looked disappointed. "I'll have to get inside the machine to retrieve your clothes. What were you wearing?" "Grey woollen trousers and a cream blouse." "Not very helpful. Anything distinctive? What colour is your bra?" Strangely, Adriana blushed as she admitted it was a pale pink. Having been naked earlier and now only partially covered by toilet paper, it was odd that the idea we knew what colour her bra was could embarrass her. Part 8 I headed up to floor 12 to check that Todd and Eric hadn't left any signs of their work. Except for a slight scuff on the carpet, that a vacuum cleaner would remove, there was nothing obvious. The portions of the box were securely hidden in the server room. We could be sacked for that normally, but we were passed that now. I found Adriana's clothes and was about to head back when I remembered I needed to wait a bit to make it believable. And to be honest, I never thought it would work. It sounded too far-fetched to me, but it seemed she was as gullible as we thought. Hearing her admit she gave her boss a blowjob had been a surprise, and it unlocked the realms of fantasy that she'd do something similar to keep us quiet. I'd never coerce her into it, and I'd been careful with my choice of words for Daphne's script. She'd asked questions with leading answers, but not suggested anything directly. Bringing it up right after Adriana had admitted sucking off her boss just led you towards a conclusion. The image of her naked and on her knees, as I sat at my desk enjoying her oral skills ran through my head. However, as with all random fantasies, it morphed uncontrollably until I saw Daphne watching us. Given my attraction to her, the idea of her seeing my dick wasn't so bad. Almost like a 'this is what you could have had' moment. Then the fantasy morphed again. This time it had Todd and Eric watching and that was too far, so I banished the thoughts. Returning 10 minutes later with her clothes she started to jump up - to the sound of toilet paper tearing. Adriana grabbed at her 'skirt' to stop it from disintegrating, but missed the fact that the underside and areola of one tit was clearly visible. "Come on, let's get you dressed," Daphne said, taking the clothing. As Adriana followed Daphne to the disabled toilet, I noticed a distinctly damp patch on the back of her 'skirt' where she'd been sitting. Once the girls were in the bathroom Todd stood and shook my hand. "Bloody good plan. You know I think after she calmed down, she almost liked it. I swear towards the end she was swinging her knee about, almost like she wanted us to see up her skirt." "Did you see the damp patch?" Eric asked with a grin. It seemed to take longer to get dressed than it should, but women always take longer in my experience. A short time later Adriana hurried from the bathroom and passed us without looking us in the eyes. When Daphne appeared, she looked not only like the cat that swallowed the cream but also managed the canary. "Thanks, guys. That was amazing. But I really need a drink to celebrate." We never usually drank midweek, but it was worth making an exception. Daphne bought the round, but I think we were all buzzed over pulling off a successful prank of epic proportions. "To Gyles, our mastermind." Daphne held up her glass in a toast. "I was impressed with Todd and Eric's construction. If I didn't know, I would have fallen for it." I replied and toasted the pair. "You should have been there when the alarms went off. I nearly shit myself." Todd chuckled. "And she was trying to get the hatch open to get her clothes back so hard, I worried the whole thing might have collapsed on her." "Kudos it didn't," Daphne added. "So, what did we miss?" Todd asked, and I let Daphne take over the story. "I was waiting on the stairs. Do you realise we nearly forgot to put the fake floor 13 sign over the real one? When the alarms went off, I gave her 20 seconds and yanked open the door. I thought I'd died and gone to heaven seeing her like that. I demanded to know what the hell she was doing, and she just babbled almost incoherently. "I dragged her down the stairs to our floor..." "Did she notice what was going on? One of the biggest flaws in the plan was if she had realised she only went down one floor instead of two." I asked. "Nope, I reckon she'd have struggled to remember her name at the time." Todd bought the next round and then looked thoughtfully at Daphne. "You know all this came about because you wanted to get back at her and I seem to remember an interesting offer to anyone who helped you. What was it? 'I'd give my right tit to get my own back on Adriana' if I remember correctly." I expected Daphne to say she was only joking or that he couldn't expect her to go through with that. Instead, she looked at us gauging our mood. She was certainly high on the exhilaration of what we'd done. Suddenly she stood up, grabbed Eric by the wrist, and started to drag him away. He stumbled after her leaving Todd and I to wonder what she was up to. A second later, we saw her pull him into the women's toilet. "Fuck me!" Todd exclaimed and we wait for nearly a minute before she poked her head out and checked that the coast was clear. Eric emerged with a shocked but silly grin on his face. Given Daphne's blouse was no longer tucked into the trousers we had to deduce she'd paid up on her deal. She pointed at Todd and made a come here gesture and Todd nearly fell over his feet in his haste. The pair disappeared into the women's toilet. Looking around, I noticed a barmaid had seen this and was scowling. When the pair emerged a short time later, I noticed the barmaid talking to the manager and pointing towards us. "I think it's time to go," I suggested nodding towards the bar. "What about your go?" asked Eric, but noticed my gesture at the bar staff. "I think we have seconds before we're thrown out." Part 9 Ten minutes later, I was in the back of a taxi with Daphne. She squeezed my hand. "I take it you'll walk home from my place? If so, why don't you come in for a minute?" The implication was clear. I'd never been inside her flat before, and she led me to a small lounge and told me to sit on the sofa while she changed. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't more than a little excited at the prospect of seeing Daphne's breast after all this time. Especially on top of seeing a nude Adriana earlier. Daphne returned in a short robe with bare legs. "Gyles, because you basically came up with the scheme for Adriana, I figure I owed you more than the others." Without pausing, she slipped off the robe revealing she's only wearing a small pair of panties. "Is this OK?" She looks a little uncertain. "I mean after seeing a naked Adriana, I might be a disappointment." I jump up and grasp hold of her shoulders. "Of course not. You're beautiful. The difference is you're beautiful all the way through and not only on the outside like Adriana." "Really?" "Of course. If we didn't have our agreement to keep it platonic, I'd have proven that to you by now." "Well, in that case, as we're not about to be thrown out of a pub and we've no time constraints. I wonder if..." "What?" I asked. "Have you ever wondered what it would have been like, with us I mean? Even just once?" "I'd be lying if I said I hadn't. And a lot more than once. How about you?" "Yeah, I've thought about it and it would be a shame if we never found out. How would you feel if we suspended the agreement just for tonight?" I answered with a kiss, a little hesitant, but Daphne returned it with interest, only breaking it to push me back onto the sofa. She dove onto my lap and kissed me passionately. Her hands were running through my hair, as mine roamed wildly over her back and bum. It reminded me of my first intense teenage hormone induced frenzy of making out. Daphne was showing the passionate tongue thrusting, kissing and desperate need to consume as much of the other person as possible. And I was almost as bad. Daphne broke the kiss and grabbed my hands that were luxuriating in the soft flesh of her buttocks, and literally drug them to her breasts. Then she thrust her hands down between us to attack my belt. Much as I didn't want to release her breasts, now that I finally had my hands on them, I knew she would never manage to get into my trousers without help. Gently pushing her back, she gave me a confused look, until she realised what I was doing. She stood, allowing me to stand and start yanking off my tie and shirt, while Daphne dealt with my trousers and underpants. As I stepped out of them, and kicked off my shoes, Daphne pulled her knickers down with such force I heard the cloth tearing. With us both naked, she forced me down on the sofa again and straddled me, grasping my dick and pressing it to her entrance. She stared at me intently as we both savoured the sensation of my dick gradually slipping inside. As I bottomed out inside her she let out a long breath and kissed me again, this time more tenderly. But the tenderness was short lived as she started rocking up and down. Neither of us wanted this to be long and slow. This was a frantic race to satisfy three years of unquenched sexual tension. I grasped her by her hips and thrust up as she came down. It was almost a painful act, as we were lost in a world where nothing but our impending climax had any meaning. Whatever thoughts I might have had about Daphne sexually fell far short of the real thing. Wild and energetic, greedy even as she rode me demanding more. It was a completely new and very welcome side of her. Part 10 We were both voracious that night. Neither of us wanted to stop, knowing we had just that night to explore all the things we'd fantasized about. To be honest, it was exhausting. It must have been after 3 am when we finally fell asleep. I woke disoriented in a strange bed with the pleasant sensation of someone sucking my dick. I looked under the covers to find a very smug-looking Daphne. "I figured the night wasn't over until we had to get up to go to work. So, one last time?" "I'd love to return the favour." "And I'm very much enjoying that, but not now. I'm kinda tender." "Sorry..." "Hey, it's not your fault. Well, I suppose it's partially your fault, but mainly this guy's..." She gave my dick a squeeze. "But it's mainly my fault; I got a little carried away trying to do everything at once. Bit off more than I could chew." "Just as long as you're not planning on biting or chewing anything down there." "I think you're safe for now. Well, I suppose we only agreed to suspend our agreement for a night." "You know, we could scrap it entirely." "What, you want me to be your secret girlfriend?" "Only at work. I'd proudly show you off as my girlfriend everywhere else." "I'll think about it." She replied uncertainly, and I have to say I was disappointed. For about 2 seconds. "I've thought about it and I want to do it."

For Want of a Mask by FinchAgent Chapter One: The Sign One small mistake can have far-reaching consequences. If Angela had known the sign in the entrance of Rosa's Beauty Salon was serious, she would have never left her mask at home. "Not one more step!" snapped the masked hairdresser, scowling with her eyebrows and gesticulating. "Read the sign!" Angela turned her head in the direction of the hairdresser's frantic fingers. She'd seen the sign before, walking past the salon, and chuckled internally at it. It read, "You are welcome to enter without a mask, but first you must remove all of your clothes." Angela had woken up early that morning, put on her exercise gear, and taken a light jog to the strip mall to get her hair trimmed. As the local COVID-19 mask mandate having been lifted a few months ago, she had left her mask at home. She was dressed in a short tank top and leggings, without a scarf or bandana that could serve as a replacement. She carried only her phone, keys and a few notes to pay for the trim. Angela read the sign again, looked back at the hairdresser and tossed her head back in exaggerated laughter. "Haha, that's so funny! You really had me for a moment there." The hairdresser's mask creased as her scowl deepened. "It's not a joke. See for yourself." She gestured towards a chair in the corner of the salon, where her colleague, who appeared to be wearing two masks, was cutting a blonde woman's hair. Although the chair was angled away from Angela, she could see a bare shoulder above it, and the backs of two dangling bare legs. Angela's eyes widened in shock, and she quickly looked away to spare the woman's dignity. She turned to leave the salon, but the hairdresser she'd been talking too was now standing between her and the exit door, which had been shut. Adrenaline spiked in her veins. "You've already exposed us by coming in here," the hairdresser said. "You might as well get it over with. Lucky for you, it's too early for anyone to be around, and there are no other appointments this morning." Angela bit her lip. The hairdresser's glare hardened. "Have to teach you anti-maskers a lesson. We'll give you back your clothes afterwards." "Do you have a back room or...?" Angela couldn't believe she was considering this. But she knew she wouldn't be able to get another booking before Rachel's wedding, and she couldn't turn up there with overgrown hair. "No," said the hairdresser. "Don't be shy, we're all girls here." Angela glanced at the other customer's chair in the corner. From this angle, she could see the lady's naked side. At least she wouldn't be alone. Grimacing, Angela bent down to untie her running shoes. The hairdresser in front of her smiled approvingly. Once the laces were loose, Angela pulled them off, and then took her phone and house key out of her socks, before removing them as well, stuffing them into her shoes. The floor was cool against her bare feet. But now she had to really start undressing. Angela pulled off her tank top first, exposing her stomach and sports bra. For a moment, she imagined she was in a hot yoga studio, and would not be removing anything else. But the hairdresser raised an expectant eyebrow. The leggings were next. As the stretchy fabric slid down her smooth legs, she knew she was really stripping. Once they were on the ground, she stepped out of them, and the hairdresser took that moment to gather them up with her top and shoes. For a brief moment, she stood in her bra and panties, feeling cold and exposed, hoping against hope that the hairdresser would relent. Sharon was the name on the hairdresser's tag, she noticed. Sharon tapped her foot expectantly, and gestured towards the blonde customer. Angela side-eyed her, noting her bare chest, slightly smaller than Angela's own. "All of it," said Sharon. Angela could deny what was happening to her before, and pretend she was just going barefoot, or going for a swim, but not anymore. She took a deep breath, reached back, and undid the clasp on her bra. Then, before she could dwell on what she'd done, she hooked both thumbs into the sides of her panties and yanked them down. Her bra fell to the floor, where it lay in front of her discarded panties for an instant before Sharon scooped them both up. Angela cringed, pushing her thighs together and covering her C-cup breasts with both arms. "Looks like you need a trim downstairs as well," Sharon muttered. Angela's face reddened at the sight of black public curls poking out from between her milky thighs. "Extra charge for that." "J-just the head will be fine," Angela said. Her voice quavered, but it sounded stronger than she felt inside. Right now, she needed all the cover she could get. "Alright ma'am, right this way." Sharon said, leading Angela to the chair beside the other naked customer. "Hi," she said to the blonde lady, who seemed strangely calm. "Hey there," the blonde lady replied, smiling broadly and looking Angela directly in the eyes. "You have awesome boobs." Angela blushed and looked away. What kind of person compliments a stranger's breasts? A moment passed, and Angela felt self-conscious about leaving the statement hanging. "Thanks," she said, and then, desperate to return the sentiment, "...you too?" "These old things?" the lady replied incredulously, looking down. "I wish they could jiggle like yours." Angela flushed even redder, and despite herself, moved her torso so that her breasts indeed jiggled. The blonde lady made an approving noise, and Angela immediately wrapped her arms around her chest. By this time, Sharon the hairdresser had reappeared, wearing an extra mask, with a cart of hairdressing supplies in tow. She asked Angela a few quick questions about how she wanted her hair, and set to work. Angela had originally been planning to bob her hair, but changed her mind at the last minute. Her hair currently fell an inch or so below her boobs, and she didn't want it too much shorter. They were drawing too much attention as it was. Usually, hairdressers placed a sheet over their customers to protect their clothes, but the salon had apparently decided this was unnecessary for naked bodies. As Sharon cut her hair, Angela stared at the mirror in front of her. The woman next to her was an elegant, classical beauty, blonde and blue-eyed, with an aquiline nose and a haughty, proud cast to her features. She was rail thin, with pert breasts and visible ribs. She gave the impression of a model or a Roman empress. Angela herself had deep brown eyes and masses of wavy black hair. Her face was round and sweet, with dimples that appeared when she smiled, although she wasn't doing that now. Her body was soft, with the previously remarked on "awesome boobs", topped with small, pink nipples. Her hips were wide, her butt was ample and firm, and her dark, curly pubic hair was only lightly trimmed. She had a naturally light complexion, and had been inside a lot lately, so her skin was milky white all over, without noticeable tan lines. She was twenty-five. A small part of Angela's her brain, in a voice she didn't quite want to acknowledge, told her that she looked extremely hot right now. Her training and diet had been paying off. The blonde woman's hairdresser presented a mirror for her to inspect her new, short hairstyle with. The blonde woman approved, and got up to leave. "Good luck," she said to Angela, squeezing her upper arm. This woman was a bit too familiar. And what did she mean by that? Angela watched the woman in the mirror, as she walked with her hairdresser to the payment counter, acting completely casual, as if she wasn't naked in public. The blonde woman tapped on her phone to pay and waited patiently for the transaction to go through. Then the hairdresser handed her a bundle of clothes. She gathered them in the crook of her elbow, thanked her hairdresser, spun around on her heels, and walked out of the salon, still naked, clothes under her arm. "Crazy woman," said Sharon, once the customer was out of sight. "Couldn't wait to strip down. You reacted far more normally." Angela sighed. "How many customers have you had under this... policy?" "More since the mandate ended," Sharon said curtly. "This virus is still here, but people want to go around exposing themselves." Her haircut was finished, and Sharon held up a mirror for Angela to inspect her work. Cruel and unusual health policies aside, this was a great salon, and Sharon had done an amazing job on Angela's hair, taking it from rat's nest to gorgeous, flowing tresses in less than an hour. She nodded her head in approval of the work, hair bouncing beautifully. Angela got up from the chair, and Sharon took a duster to her body, back and front, swiftly removing any stray hairs. The duster's bristles tickeled her bare skin. The contact felt a bit intrusive, but Sharon did it so quickly that Angela had no opportunity to protest. "Are you sure you don't want that downstairs trim?" Angela shook her head, jerking her hands in front of her bush. "Now you get your clothes back," Sharon said, leading her to the cash register. Angela glanced out of the salon door, noting that the strip mall was still empty. It was thankfully still very early on a Saturday morning, and most of the neighborhood had clearly decided to sleep in. She arranged her hair so that it fell over her breasts, held her cellphone behind her butt, and inched awkwardly to the cash register, knees bent low. Sharon told her the amount, and she retrieved it from inside her cellphone case, where she was also now forced to put her housekey. Sharon counted the notes, rang her up, and then, finally, reached under the counter to retrieve her clothes. Angela cast anxious glances out of the salon door as Sharon continued to rummage under the counter. She was taking longer than seemed necessary, and panic was setting in for Angela. If she could get her clothes now, she would put them on, and then this whole incident would be behind her. Apart from the two hairdressers and strange blonde lady, nobody would have seen her, and she could get on with her day and never think about this again. Except that she would definitely remember to bring a mask next time she came for a hair appointment here. "Ah! Here we are!" Sharon said after an eternity. She poked her head up and dumped a pair of running shoes on the countertop. Angela stared at her shoes. Her socks were scrunched up inside them, just as she had left them. But the rest of her clothes were conspicuously absent. "What about the rest?" she asked. Sharon's eyes widened momentarily, and then she shouted to her colleague. "Where are the lady's clothes?" Sharon's colleague then said something that made Angela's heart sink. "I gave the only set of clothes behind there to the last woman." Angela stared daggers at Sharon's colleague, and then at Sharon. Both of them shrugged. "That lady," Sharon said, "she was naked when she came in, wasn't she?" Sharon's colleague slapped her forehead. "Oh yes, that's right! I totally forgot about that. Whoops!" Sharon and her colleague exchanged amused laughter, as if the mistake they made was nothing serious. Which it wasn't, for them. "What am I supposed to do now?" asked Angela, sinking into a fetal position. "Maybe you can catch her if you hurry," said Sharon. "Not nice of that lady to take things that didn't belong to her." "Catch her?" Angela exclaimed, sinking deeper into her fetal position. "I'm naked!" "These are running shoes, yes?" Sharon asked, tossing the shoes in front of Angela. "Better get running!" Angela looked from Sharon to her colleague, her eyes big and tearful. Neither of them showed any sympathy on their masked countenances. "Time is ticking!" Sharon said, tapping her watch. "Can't I at least have a sheet, or something to cover myself?" "No, we need our sheets for customers who follow the rules." Angela huffed, slumped onto the floor, and started putting on her socks. She briefly considered using them to cover her intimate parts, but there was no practical way to make that work. Besides, she would need somewhere to put her phone. Feeling like she was in some kind of surreal dream, Angela pulled on her socks and shoes, and placed her phone into her right sock. She stood up, dusted the hair off her bare bottom, and took a suicidal step forward, towards the door of the salon. Panic gripped her. She was about to be naked in public, for real. She froze up, unable to continue. "Come on lady, we need to close the salon for our break," said Sharon, who was now pushing her towards to the door by her shoulder blade. Angela whimpered, but didn't resist the push, and soon all three women were standing outside, in the long, exposed corridor of the strip mall. Sharon flipped a "Back in 5 minutes" sign around and pulled the salon door shut. Then she and her colleague waved goodbye to Angela and disappeared around a corner. Angela stood plastered to the door of the salon, her ass pushed up against the glass, one arm over her boobs and the other covering her pussy. She glanced left and right, across the thankfully still deserted strip mall corridor. There was no sign of the blonde woman, and the parking lot was empty. Sharon's facetious suggestion, of streaking through the mall to find the clothes thief, seemed more absurd by the second. And what if the blonde lady refused to give her clothes back? Then where would she be? No, Angela needed a better plan. She needed help from a friend. Chapter Two: The Ride A sign pointing to the bathrooms hung on the ceiling to Angela's right. She took a deep breath, and sprinted towards it, then turned down the side corridor that led towards the gent's and lady's. She burst into an empty lady's room and hid in a stall. Angela sat down on the toilet seat, trying not to think about the germs it must be breeding, and caught her breath. For the first time since she had taken off her underwear in the middle of the salon, she felt safe from the eyes of the world. She still couldn't believe she'd actually done that. But she'd had no choice, and now she had to deal with her situation as it was. After taking a moment to collect herself, Angela looked at the toilet paper dispenser. Empty. Frowning, she got up and switched to the next stall. No luck. And the next. Also empty. The universe, or perhaps more accurately the mall cleaning staff, had denied her even a flimsy makeshift toilet paper bikini. The hand-dryers by the sinks were, of course, hot-air blowers rather than paper towel dispensers. Angela screamed internally, and then made peace. Still naked, nothing lost, nothing gained. Okay, next stage of the plan. Call Rachel, her best friend. Angela pulled her phone out of her sock, opened her contacts app, and then had second thoughts. Rachel's wedding was a week from now, and she was incredibly busy with preparations. If she even answered her phone, Angela had no right or desire to lay the stress of this stupid predicament on her. Rachel had enough to deal with already. Angela scrolled through her contact list. She would call Tammy, another friend, though one she knew less well. Tammy at least lived near the mall, and could come quickly. She would ask her to bring some clothes, meet her in this bathroom, and then drive her home. Tammy would do that for her, how could she not? She would come quickly, pass the clothes over the top of the stall, and then Angela would get dressed and put this whole mess behind her. Angela tapped on Tammy's name and then tapped call. The phone began to dial. "Hi Angela!" Tammy said, picking up on the second ring. "What's up?" Angela was delighted to hear Tammy's sweet, bubbly voice. "Hey Tammy, I need to ask you a favor." "Sure, anything," Tammy replied. "Well, not anything anything! Like I won't help you bury a dead body, or commit tax fraud, or carry out an assassination conspiracy, or anything like that! But whatever I can do for you that isn't that!" "Okay, sure," Angela said, forcing a small laugh into her voice. Tammy was a bit strange, and Angela wished it had been a good time to call Rachel instead. "Listen, this is going to sound weird, but I need you to bring a change of clothes for me to the bathroom at the strip mall by your house. The one with Rosa's Beauty Salon." "Say no more, that's no problem! I'll be there in a jiffy!" Tammy hung up the phone before Angela could respond. But no matter, she was going to bring clothes. And maybe it was better that Angela didn't have to give her a whole long explanation about what had led her into this situation. She'd have Tammy pass the clothes over the stall door, get dressed, and exit the bathroom cool and confident. She could even tell Tammy that she was wearing something underneath, which had a big spill on it. At worst, Tammy would think she was a bit vain, not a crazy streaker. Angela pumped the air, triumphant. Now all she had to do was wait. After a couple of minutes, her phone buzzed. It was Tammy. She must be here already, with the clothes. Probably wanted to know which bathroom Angela was in... did this mall have more than one? "Hello," Angela said, picking up. "Hey Ang, listen, I'm so so so sorry, but something's come up and I've had to change plans. I still have an outfit for you, that's no problem, we're about the same size I think so I just took out one of mine, but something came up and I can't come to the mall right now. But don't worry, I'm calling a ride for you to come over, told him to stop right by Rosa's, he should be there um, right now, I think, the license number is..." Angela's heart sank as she listened to Tammy speak at her usual warp speed, unable to get a word in. After rattling off the license number, she said a quick goodbye and hung up. One word from Tammy's shpiel stuck in Angela's mind: the pronoun "he". So far, Angela had only been exposed to women, which was embarrassing, but being seen naked by a man was a whole different story. Beyond being way more embarrassing, it could be downright dangerous. But rideshare drivers were professionals. She would likely be more mortified than in danger. And anyway, didn't she know that even if a woman walked down the street naked, she still wasn't asking for it? Well, she was about to do just that. A horn honked outside the bathroom. More than likely, that was her ride. Could she do it? Go out naked and hop into a car with a strange man? What other options did she have? She didn't have any other friends who lived this close by, and she couldn't spend the rest of her life in this filthy bathroom stall. And Tammy was expecting her. Angela felt a strange courage building inside her, a steel resolve and in some way, perhaps, excitement. She undid the lock and pushed open the door, catching the sight of her naked torso in the mirror. Despite herself, she smiled and winked. Whatever else happened, she was about to make some rideshare driver's day. A pink streak shot out of the lady's room and towards the Toyota parked just in front of it. Angela glanced to confirm the number plate, yanked the back door handle and tumbled into the back seat of the car, covering herself as best she could. "Hi," she said sheepishly. Her courage had evaporated. The driver was a gangly, bespectacled blond guy around Angela's age, maybe a bit younger. His eyes looked about ready to pop out of their sockets. "A-Angela?" he asked. "Yeah," Angela said, putting on a weak smile. "In the flesh." "And how!" said the driver. "Is this a dare?" Angela briefly considered how to respond. "Yeah, sure," she said. "It's a dare. I, uh, lost a bet." "Well your loss is my win!" the driver exclaimed, putting the car in gear. "You're really hot!" "Thanks, I guess," said Angela, hoping he wouldn't compliment her breasts as well. "And really brave too!" he followed up. "Takes real balls to do a dare like that. Uh, not that I'm saying you have balls! I can see you don't. Well, you're kinda covering up, but I wouldn't want to... I mean, unless... ah okay... cool. Real metaphorical balls on you lady." Angela felt mortified that she had briefly removed her hand from her crotch to stop the awkward man's blabbering. He'd probably been angling for that. The car moved out of the mall parking lot and onto the public road, and Angela sank further down into her seat. "Um, you don't happen to have a coat, or something, do you?" she asked. "Well that wouldn't be in the spirit of your dare now would it?" the gangly driver shot back. "No, I guess it wouldn't." They drove mostly in silence, the driver taking every opportunity to glance back at Angela, and Angela trying to sink further and further into the passenger seat, wishing she could melt into it and become part of the car's upholstry. After a remarkably slow drive down a couple of blocks, the driver announced that they'd reached Tammy's house and pulled up in line with the front door. Angela thanked him before slinking out of the door and dashing for the entrance. "No, thank you!" shouted the driver, no doubt enjoying the view of Angela's sprinting ass. Angela clung to Tammy's front door and furiously pounded the doorbell. The rideshare car idled behind her, taking his sweet time to roll off. "Hold your horses," came the voice of an older lady, "I'm coming, I'm coming." Angela glanced around anxiously at the neighboring houses, and held her arms tightly around herself. She felt like a million eyes were bearing down on her naked body. Finally, the door to the house opened. But Tammy wasn't behind the door. Instead it was her mother. Angela took a deep breath in, but Tammy's mother didn't appear to react in any unusual way to the naked girl standing on her porch. Then Angela noticed the stick in Tammy's mother's hand, and looked at her eyes. She remembered that Tammy's mother was blind. What a relief! She could have hugged the lady, but that would be counterproductive. "Who is it?" Tammy's mother asked. "It's Angela, Tammy's friend," Angela said, forcing her voice to sound normal, as though this was an ordinary Saturday morning and she was paying an ordinary social visit. "Oh yes," Tammy's mother said. "She's expecting you. Something about trying on clothes. Come in, come in. Tammy's room is on the second floor." Tammy's mother ushered Angela in, tapping her on the back of the shoulder. "Oh, backless is in this season, is it?" she asked. "I don't think Tammy has any backless dresses. Maybe she'd better try on your outfit!" Angela chuckled nervously as Tammy's mother shut the door. She heard the sound of the rideshare driver pulling off. "What a gentleman," said Tammy's mother, "waiting to see you get in safe, and for no extra fee." "Oh, he got a hell of a tip," Angela replied. "I'll head up to Tammy's room now." Then Angela had an idea. "Actually, uh, where's the bathroom?" she asked. "Right down the---" A high, shrill voice cut Tammy's mother off in mid-sentence. "ANGIE!" Tammy had appeared halfway down the hallway staircase, her eyes wide as saucers. Chapter Three: The Friend Angela shot Tammy a pleading look. Tammy looked her up and down, raised an eyebrow, and then looked at her mother. Then she seemed to realize something, and her mouth formed an O shape. "Come along, Angela," she said, "let's get you into something else." Angela breathed a deep sigh of relief and followed Tammy up the staircase and into her room, whereupon Tammy shut the door and whirled around with a look of shock and concern on her face. "Angela, what happened to your clothes? Did that driver attack you?" "No, no, nothing like that," Angela replied. "But, uh, this is why I wanted you to come to the mall with the outfit." Understanding dawned on Tammy. "Oh! You were naked at the mall! You should have said something!" "I tried to, but---" "Oh, if only I had known, I wouldn't have called a driver for you! Or at least I would have made sure it was a woman. I'm so sorry, you must be so embarrassed!" Tammy looked into Angela's eyes and laid a hand on her upper arm. "I would just die if I had to ride naked in a stranger's car!" "It's a long story," Angela said. "What were you busy with that you couldn't come to the mall yourself?" "Oh, nothing important, really nothing as urgent as bringing clothes for my beautiful naked friend Angela should have been." Tammy looked at her with sad, empathetic eyes, but made no move to do anything else. Angela felt very conscious of the fact that she was standing naked in front of her clothed friend, and had not been offered so much as a blanket or a towel. "Well, I'm here now. Where's the outfit you said you had for me?" Tammy's eyes lit up. "Oh yes!" She dove into her wardrobe and pulled out a yellow dress. "I'm sure this will look great on you!" Angela accepted the dress with enormous gratitude, couldn't stop saying thank you over and over again to Tammy, her dear friend, her knight in shining armor. She pulled the yellow dress over her head, and finally she was clothed. The nightmare was over. Ordinarily, Angela would have felt almost naked wearing just a dress and running shoes, with no underwear on, but after her stint of public nudity, she now felt as though she was wrapped up in layers of sweaters and jackets. "Thank you, Tammy, you're a lifesaver." Tammy said nothing, but cocked her head at Angela. "It doesn't suit you. Hold on, I'll pick out a different one." "It's fine, Tammy, this is only temporary, until I can---" "Try this one on instead!" Tammy thurst a blue dress in Angela's face. "It's more your color." "It's okay, really, I don't---" "Arms up!" Tammy shouted, grabbing at the yellow dress. Angela, stunned, did as she was commanded, and the yellow dress flew off her body, leaving her naked once more. She hadn't been wearing it for even a full minute. "This blue dress is much nicer," said Tammy. Angela took the blue dress and pulled it over her head. This one was a tighter fit than the yellow one, which, if she had to be honest, was a bit of tent. Angela savored the feeling of the fabric on her skin. She turned around and looked in Tammy's mirror. Not bad. But Tammy was more critical. "That's not it either," she said, frowning at Angela's appearance in the mirror. "Try this one." Angela protested. She disagreed, this dress was perfect, sexy, brilliant. "You and I both know that's a lie, Angela," said Tammy. "I cannot in good faith clothe you in something that's just not your style." Reluctantly, Angela slid the blue dress over her head, and tried on the purple one Tammy had handed her. This one was looser, a fit somewhere between the two she'd tried on previously. It was quite tight around the waist, a good match for Angela's bottom hourglass figure, which she mentioned to Tammy. "Hmm, I guess," said Tammy, taking a bit of the sleeve between two of her fingers. "But it's too frilly. I've got a better one." Angela sighed and got naked once more. Tammy snatched the purple dress from her and returned to her wardrobe. "Don't worry, Angela, we'll find it. Isn't this fun?!" Angela smiled weakly at Tammy, who was beaming from ear to ear. She felt like an overgrown Barbie doll. Over the course of half an hour, Tammy had Angela try on every single dress in her wardrobe. Eventually, she settled on a slinkly black number, an evening dress that was far too formal for Angela to wear about town, and clashed horribly with her running shoes, but Tammy loved it. And if Tammy loved it, that meant she wouldn't demand that Angela strip again, so Angela decided that she loved it too. The girls went down to Tammy's kitchen to celebrate the successful outfit. Tammy opened her fridge and pulled out a big carton of pulpy fusion fruit juice, and poured it into wine glasses for both of them, as she didn't have any wine, champagne, or anything else other than water in the house. "To fashion!" Tammy exclaimed, raising her glass exuberantly. "To clothing!" Angela replied, raising hers more gently. The glasses clinked together. And then Tammy's tipped over and spilled all over the front of Angela's new dress. "Oh no!" Tammy screamed. "I'm so sorry Angie! Let me clean it up for you!" Angela got a familiar sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach as Tammy bunched up a handful of paper towels and rubbed them vigorously across her chest. "It's not coming out, we'll need to throw it in the wash." "Woah woah woah," said Angela. "It's fine, it's fine, let me try with the towel." Angela took the towel from Tammy and dabbed it on her front. "It's no use, Angie, that juice is thick stuff." Tammy was already grabbing at the dress's straps. "Let me go put it in the wash." "I don't think that will be---" "It's my dress, Angie." A dark glare flashed across Tammy's face for an instant, and Angela raised her arms in submission. There was no use fighting, or causing a scene. Tammy's mom might overhear, and then the only person she'd met today who hadn't seen her naked would know the truth. Tammy pulled the dress off Angela's body by the straps. A familiar cool draft whipped against Angela's skin once more. Tammy smiled and skipped down to the house's basement laundry, leaving her friend naked in the kitchen. Angela slumped down at the kitchen table. What was wrong with everyone today? It felt like the universe had it in for her. The sound of the washing machine starting up reached Angela's ears, and Tammy soon reappeared, smiling. "I put it on a quick cycle, so it should be done soon," she said, taking a seat at the kitchen table opposite Angela. "Tammy, could we get another one of the dresses for me instead?" Angela asked. Tammy made a face. "But you look so good in that black one, Angie. It really was made for you. The others, just..." Angela scowled and motioned towards her naked body. "I just want something to wear, Tammy!" "And I just want you to look your best," Tammy replied, stretching out an arm to put a hand on top of Angela's. "Could I at least borrow some underwear?" Tammy made an even worse face. "I don't like sharing undies, Angie. Even with besties. And besides, I don't have a bra that big." She was an A cup at most. Angela sighed heavily. Tammy reached out a hand to touch Angela's shoulder. "It's okay, I put it on a quick cycle, remember! What's there to worry about? It's a warm day, the blinds are drawn, my mom's blind, and I've already seen every inch of you!" These words did little to console Angela. She felt weird and exposed, Tammy's kitchen chair cold against her bare bottom. "Every inch of you." Angela adjusted her folded arms to cover more of her breasts. "You know, Angie, a lot of girls would kill to have body like yours. We can't just put it in any old dress... it would be like drawing a moustache on the Mona Lisa!" Angela smiled weakly. Every compliment she got about her body was another reminder of her nudity, made her feel like a prime cut of meat. But a prime cut nonetheless. There was a part of her that kind of liked the compliments. Liked the attention. "You know," Tammy said, a devilish look briefly flickering in her eyes, "if it would make you feel better, I can take off my clothes too. In solidarity." Angela raised an eyebrow. Was Tammy hitting on her? Was she a lesbian? Is that why she seemed so eager to keep her naked? Or was this just some kind of weird game to her? Where was this going? Tammy undid the top button of her blouse. Just then, Angela had a brainwave: if Tammy took off her clothes, she could grab them and quickly put them on. They might not fit wonderfully, but Angela was far beyond caring about that. So she nodded eagerly, and Tammy undid a second button. She could see Tammy's lacy bra. That definitely wouldn't fit well, but right now Angela wished she had an uncomfortable bra on instead of total mammary freedom. But before Tammy could undo any more buttons, her mother appeared in the kitchen doorway. "Tammy dear, remember you promised to drive me to the hospital to pick up my prescription." "Oh yes!" Tammy exclaimed, quickly doing up both buttons. "We have to go now, don't we?" "Yes," said Tammy's mother. "Your friend can come too." "Of course she will!" Tammy said excitedly. "Come on Angela, let's go start up the car." "Okay, sure," Angela replied, rising from the table, reminding herself that Tammy's mother was blind. "I just have to go fetch my purse upstairs, in Tammy's room." Tammy took Angela's arm in a vice grip. "Don't worry about that. We'll only be out for a minute. You can come as you are." "Yes, yes, come as you are, Angela," said Tammy's mother. "We must hurry, I need to refill my prescriptions before lunch." Tammy, her mother, and a very naked Angela headed for the garage. Chapter Four: The Van For the second time that day, Angela found herself attempting to melt into the upholstery of the backseat of a car. She lay flat across the seat, gripping a seatbelt with her left hand. Tammy drove, more jerkily than Angela would have preferred, and her mother sat in the passenger seat, making casual, oblivious conversation. "Why are all these trucks honking at us today?" Tammy's mother asked her, making Angela try to sink even further into the car-seat. They soon arrived at the hospital. Tammy pulled into the parking lot and got out of the car with her mother. Angela raised her head slightly to peer out of the window. There were quite a few cars in the lot, so she was sure the hospital would be busy. During the trip, she had been thinking about how she would politely but firmly insist that Tammy leave her in the car. Would Tammy cause a problem? She didn't know, couldn't tell what this crazy chick was thinking. Deserted malls and quiet suburbs were one thing, but a hospital was making things very public. Even if she had wanted to, Angela couldn't just waltz in there naked. Surely Tammy understood that. Surely she knew that she was in danger of having Angela arrested for public indecency. And then who was she going to play dress-up with? Or dress-down, rather. "You can stay in the car if you want," Tammy told Angela, preempting her protestations, and showing that she had indeed thought of the practicalities of the current situation. "We should be back soon." Angela smiled and was about the assent, but then she noticed a big, distinctively painted van in the parking lot, sitting between Tammy's car and the hospital entrance. A sign read "Travelling Thrift Store", and she remembered reading about it in the local paper a few weeks back. It was a mobile second-hand clothing store, operated by a local charity. Possibilities flew through Angela's brain. She had to make a decision now. Back at the house, Tammy had probably been deliberate in spilling her drink. And the whole outfit thing had gone on for really long too. Who knew what Tammy had planned when they got back. Would she keep her promise about also getting naked? Then what would happen? But the alternative... the alternative involved running naked through a public parking lot. Angela made up her mind. She had to take her fate into her own hands, even if it terrified her. "Actually, I think I'll come out," she said, clicking open the car door in front of her. She cringed as the breeze brushed her bare flesh, but screwed up her resolve. "I want to see if that van has any good vintage clothes." "You girls and clothes," said Tammy's mother. "Clothes, clothes, clothes! One would think you had tried on enough clothes by now, Angela." "A girl can never have too many clothes," replied Angela, shooting a dark look at Tammy as she shut the door behind her. "Anyway, I'll see you back at the car." Tammy was silent. She took one last long look at Angela, and then turned and led her mother toward the hospital. Alone now, Angela felt sick, staggered back to Tammy's car and leaned on it for support. She was in the middle of a large parking lot, cars all around. For the moment, no-one seemed to have noticed her, but that could change in an instant. She crouched low and focused on the van a few feet away. Then she took off in a crouching sprint, ducking between cars for maximum coverage. Her running shoes smacked against the tarmac. The van's sliding door entrance was mere feet from where she crouched ass-to-heels in front of a large SUV. It was open, and Angela could see it was full almost to bursting with racks of jackets, shirts, dresses, skirts and slacks. Heaven in fabrics. Angela scanned the parking lot ahead of her. The coast was clear. In almost a single leap, she bounded from her hiding place in front of the SUV to the van's entrance. Catching a glimpse of a pimply teenage girl at the front, engrossed in a magazine, she turned on the ball of her foot and disappeared into the stacks of clothing. She'd made it. Angela buried herself in a rack of thick winter coats, losing herself in the euphoria of fur and leather against skin that was cold and had been exposed too long. She almost moaned in ecstasy, but stopped herself to prevent the teenager from coming to investigate. Now she could relax and pick an outfit. But she wasn't going to agonize over each choice like she normally would on a shopping trip. This wasn't going to be a repeat of Tammy's bedroom. She would pick a couple of things: that skirt, that blouse, and pay for them, not even pausing to look in the mirror. Angela took a long, frumpy skirt detailed with flower patterns and stepped into it. She had briefly considered the pair of jeans next to it, but to put on jeans she'd have to take off her shoes, and she didn't want to spend any time taking things off. Imagine: getting more naked! The skirt now secured around her waist, she grabbed the pink blouse she'd spotted and pulled it over her head. From a fashion perspective, the outfit was awful. Tammy would certainly not approve and neither, on a normal day, would Angela. But right now these two garments were the best clothes Angela had ever owned. Angela breathed a deep sigh of relief, releasing the tension that had been building up inside her all morning, through every setback and moment of fake triumph. She was fully clothed, and there was no Sharon or Tammy around to change that. Feeling calm, collected, and quite warm, Angela spent a few minutes browsing the racks. She considered a hat, a cardigan, a pair of shorts. But now was no time to get greedy. Her current outfit would be enough to get her home, barring any sudden up-drafts or cold snaps. Angela walked up to the payment counter, startling the teenager from her magazine. "Oh, hello, ma'am. I didn't see you come in." "That's okay," replied Angela, smiling secretly to herself. "I'll take these two items, please." She pointed to the clothes she was wearing and held up the tag of her blouse. "You must really like them," said the teenager, punching the numbers on the tag into a calculator. Angela nodded vigorously and held up the tag on her skirt. The teenager nodded, punched in the numbers, and told Angela the price. A very affordable price. Angela leaned down, produced her phone from her sock, and waved it in front of the teenager's calculator. "Oh, we don't take that, I'm afraid. Cash only." "A-are you sure?" "Positive. I don't even have a card machine." Angela made a show of patting her clothes. Obviously she had no cash on her --- she'd spent it all getting her hair done. "Do you sell on credit?" The teenager frowned. "We don't. This is a charity shop." The teen's words hung in the air. Angela looked left and right nervously. Then she bolted. She hadn't taken two steps before the teen was in front of her, barring the exit. The girl took up a surprising amount of space when she wasn't slumped behind a counter. She was at least a head taller than Angela, and wider too. The vacant look on her face had been replaced with a flashing, aggressive stare. "If you're going to shoplift, at least try to be discrete about it. And maybe don't pick a charity shop next time." Angela briefly considered trying to duck past the girl, but mental images of herself in a tight headlock changed her mind. "Look," she said, "I really need these clothes, okay." The girl folded her beefy arms across her chest. "So pay for them. There's an ATM in the hospital lobby. Go, I'll keep them for you." "You don't understand," said Angela, "I'm not wearing anything underneath." The girl's eyes widened momentarily, but then settled back into an angry glare. "First time I've heard that one. Clever, but I'm not buying it." Angela pouted. "Look, lady, I get that you like the clothes. I won't sell them to anyone else. But you've got to pay for them before you can take them home. That's how it works." Angela's pout turned into a scowl. "Okay, fine, I'll prove it." And then, before she quite knew what she was doing, in one swift, angry movement, she pulled the blouse over her head and pushed the skirt down to the floor. "See?" she cried. The girl's eyes were as wide as saucers. "Oh-kay then. You weren't lying." The sudden exposure was a shock to Angela's system, after coming so close. "I really need these clothes," Angela said, tears welling up in here eyes. "I can't go out there naked!" For a moment, the teenage girl's expression softened, but then her scowl reappeared. "This is just something else," she said. "Lady, you should be ashamed of yourself. With an angry grunt, the girl swiped the blouse from Angela's hands. She stepped forward, placing a booted foot on top of the skirt, forcing Angela to stumble backwards. "I-it's not my fault," Angela sobbed. The girl made a disgusted sound. "Oh come on, your nipples are rock hard. You're enjoying this. Not only are you a rich bitch, with your latest iPhone and your expensive running shoes, who still somehow feels the need to steal from charity shops, steal directly from the mouths of the poor, but you're also a pervert!" With that, the girl back-handed Angela right across the face. "Get out of my shop, sicko! Go find someone else to play out your exhibitionist fantasies with. You're lucky I don't call the cops on you!" Angela whimpered and slunk out of the van, naked and disgraced. The SUV she had hidden behind before had left the lot, so she had to sprint to find cover crouching between two smaller cars. The wind whipped at her bare back, and Angela let the tears fall. She had been so, so close this time, but it had all fallen apart, and now she was worse off than before. Every time she tried to fix things, she just ended up exposing herself to more people, in ever more perilous situations. Finally, her tears dried, and her mind turned to other matters. Tammy's car was still where she'd left it --- she'd only been in the clothing van for ten minutes at most. It seemed like that was her only option: return to Tammy, and hope that she'd actually give her a dress. Eventually. Angela's mind turned to what the teen had said. Was it true? Her nipples were pretty hard, but of course they were, she was cold! This had been a traumatic experience, not an arousing one. She wasn't the kind of girl to walk around naked to get her rocks off, not like that blonde lady who had stolen her clothes and set this whole mess off. And yet. Beneath all the embarrassment, the panic, the shame, the rushing adrenaline, she had felt moments of excitement. Maybe she wasn't the kind of girl to walk into a hair salon in the nude, but she clearly was the kind of girl to strip off in one. Sure, she'd put up a bit of a fight, but in the end she'd gone with their crazy rules. And she'd taken the ride Tammy called for her, gotten in a car with a strange and gross man. Maybe she was just proactive. Angela's eyes were dry now. She put these strange and disturbing thoughts out of her mind. Tammy's car was a few parking spaces away, but it was surrounded by vacant spaces. She would stay in her somewhat concealed position until Tammy and her mother returned. Just then, she heard a voice behind her. "Heyyy there, is that... Angela?!" Angela's head spun around and she came face to face with Mark. Mark, with the gentle green eyes and strong lantern jaw. Mark, who was now getting an eyeful of her very ample and totally bare ass. "Hey," she replied weakly.

From One Sister To Another by writer4hire69 A girl learns what really turns her on. Maddie should have just kept walking. She never should have peeked into the opening of her sister's bedroom door. Curiosity killed the cat, after all, and right now, sitting on the floor outside of Tiffany's bedroom, back braced against the wall, Maddie herself might have still been alive, but her entire worldview was buried six feet under and never coming back. That murderous curiosity had driven her to look, and because of it, she learned three important things that ended her, that effectively killed the Maddie that existed before that moment. The first, was what her sister's naked body looked like. Sure she'd seen her sister naked before but that was many years ago, back before they fully developed into the women they were now, and certainly never, ever like this. Never while she rode on top of a guy, rocking her hips back and forth while crying out in pleasure. Their entire life, Maddie was always the more attractive sister. She took pride in her wide hips, shapely thighs, and thick dark blonde hair that ran down to her mid-back. Not to mention her undeniably cute face with vibrant honey-colored eyes, plump lips, and an awkwardly shaped but alluring nose. Even after she finally filled out, a good handful of years after Maddie, her younger sister just never quite hit the level she did. And that's not to say that Tiffany didn't have her own appeal. It was just different. She was long and lanky, her individual parts not as exaggerated as Maddie's. But right then, in that moment of nakedness, her proportions seemed exactly right. Her breasts, much smaller than Maddie's own, looked perfectly suited to her frame as they bounced up and down on her chest, their perkiness indisputable. Her legs, with its gap right between her thighs where they met her mound, seemed exactly contoured for straddling the man beneath her. And her small ass appeared thick and plump as it gyrated back and forth. While Maddie was undeniably the more attractive sister, there was no question how goddamn sinfully hot Tiffany looked fucking someone. The second thing Maddie learned was what her boyfriend looked like fucking someone, in this case, Maddie's very own sister. Because it was definitely Kyle that was underneath Tiffany's rocking body, teeth clenched, strands of dark hair plastered to his forehead while he gripped Tiffany's jerking hips. He was naked as well, somewhat new to her also, though she'd seen enough bits and pieces separately to have formed a picture. She'd seen him shirtless before, from the back as he changed underwear, and on only a handful of occasions she'd seen his erect penis. Ironically, that last bit was the one part of him she couldn't see at the moment. But she'd never seen him have sex before and certainly never with someone else. In the entire time they'd been dating, coming up on four months in about two weeks, Maddie and Kyle had only ever really gotten as far as handjobs. And getting to that point took about three weeks in itself. Kyle never pressured her to do anything and the first time she ever reached for his pants to unzip him and slink her hand inside to grab his stiff prick, it was entirely her own choice. That first time had been a little awkward; she was a bit unsure, but Kyle's groans and eventual climax were nothing if not encouraging. Since then, she'd jerked him off a few times, gaining more confidence with every stroke and every moaning explosion from her boyfriend. But even after all that, she had to admit, it was mostly for Kyle's benefit over hers. Yes, Maddie was attractive. Yes, she was aware of how hot her body was. But she also was just not that interested in having sex. Maybe it was her inherent shyness, a level of modesty and traditionality that blocked her from finding immense pleasure in the idea of spreading her legs for someone. She knew she'd eventually do it for Kyle, but she had put off progressing past handjobs because of her unusual lack of interest. Kyle had never complained about it, never tried to force her face closer to his cock the times she beat him off while on her knees, but maybe now she knew why. Which led to the third and final thing Maddie learned. The most world-shattering revelation: how insanely, panty wettingly fucking hot she found it all. How much it turned her on watching her sister fuck her boyfriend. That was truly the thing that put an end to the Maddie that existed prior to peeking into that doorway. The Maddie that watched for nearly a minute, taking in the sight of her sister and boyfriend's wild coupling before catching herself and spinning to brace against the wall lest they see her, was someone else entirely. The Maddie that quietly slid down to a seated position while listening to the sounds of the bed creaking and whose breath caught in her throat as she pushed her hand into her tights to find a slick, wet pussy waiting for her, was a brand-new Maddie. And as she rubbed her hand down between her slick lips and stifled a cry of joy, she knew the old one was gone forever. "Uggnhh! Are you... close?" she heard Tiffany pant from inside the room. Maddie had covered her mouth with one hand while the other frigged herself harder, thick thighs spread to accommodate the erratic movements inside her tights. She'd been masturbating outside Tiffany's door for almost five minutes by this point, reveling in the moans, groans, and dirty talk between the two. "We gotta... finish... before she... gets home. Mmmmm!" If only they knew that Maddie had been home for some time now, a mere twelve feet away listening in and getting off. Her class had ended early and rather than stay on campus any longer she decided to head back home. Her eyes had nearly popped out of her head when she entered the condo she shared with her sister to hear the unmistakable sounds coming from upstairs. Maddie had never had sex herself, but she knew what it sounded like, and even though Tiffany wasn't seeing anybody, it was very obvious her sister was having some. As much as she felt bad thinking it, it wasn't that surprising to Maddie that Tiffany might hook up with a guy she just met. She could see Tiffany trying to use sex to compensate for the lack of attention she received compared to Maddie. And from the sound of it, unlike Maddie, Tiffany seemed to enjoy it, so she wasn't going to judge her sister that much. Not wanting to ruin Tiffany's fun—and embarrass the both of them—she had snuck upstairs intending to head straight to her room. But as she approached Tiffany's doorway, she saw it wasn't closed all the way, with about a foot of space between the door and the frame. She could have just walked right past it and continue to her room but instead, Maddie had paused and with a curious smirk, had peeked inside to catch a reflection of the action in Tiffany's large dresser mirror. "Yeah, I'm close," Kyle grunted in response to Tiffany's question. "I can't believe we're actually doing this. Ungh! Fuck! It's so wrong." "Cause it should be my sister?" Tiffany said, the sound of her bucking picking up. "You probably wish it was her. She's... so hot. Hotter... than me. And so fucking proud of it." It was true. Maddie was very prideful of her looks... and secretly took just the slightest bit of pleasure in that fact when comparing herself to her sister. She thought she hid this dark truth well but apparently not well enough. Part of her felt bad about that and the complex it must have created for her sister, but that part was buried under the sea of an orgasm desperately wanting to crash onto the shore. "Right now... you look fucking hot." "Ooohhhhh." The sound of the creaking bed was near constant now, barely a breath between each bounce. "Hotter than her?" "Fuck yes," Kyle gasped. "Shit, I'm almost there." "Me, too," Tiffany said at the same moment Maddie thought the same thing. Maddie desperately wanted to hear them cum, knowing it would push her over the edge. But then a thought suddenly struck her. If they finished, and she was still here... Maddie's clenched eyes flew open. "Shit," she hissed. She forcefully yanked her hand out of her tights. Quietly and quickly as she could, she scrambled down the stairs and toward the front door, carefully opening it and sneaking back out. Though, truth be told, the volume of the "ah ah ahs" of Tiffany's fucking would have drowned out any noise she made. Once safely outside, Maddie released the breath she was holding with a long sigh. She had successfully made it out. However, now she faced another problem: her lustful pussy was aching for release. The sudden stop of her approaching climax left her frustrated and flustered. But where could she go? Licking her lips, she walked to the community garage, trying to appear casual while still moving at an accelerated pace. By the time she got to her car, she was nearly running. She darted her eyes around the area to make sure no one was around, then swiftly entered and dropped the seat down into a prone position. With a satisfied whine, Maddie returned her fingers to inside her sopping wet panties. Teeth clamping down on her bottom lip, she rubbed herself at a feverish pace. Her mind filled with the images and sounds she witnessed moments ago. Tiffany's hands on Kyle's abdomen, her hips pumping and grinding; her head down, dark short-cropped hair hanging in front of her face. The muscles in Kyle's thighs flexing as he met Tiffany's rhythm, his eyes locked on her body. The creaking of the bed springs working to support their animalistic mating. Their grunts and groans. In her head she kept repeating the same phrase over and over again: her sister was fucking her boyfriend, her sister was fucking her boyfriend, her sister was fucking her boyfriend... and they looked so fucking hot together. "Oh shit, oh fuck," Maddie panted and whispered. "Ungh ungh ungh... Oooohhhhhh YES! AHH!" Maddie's body stiffened, hips off the seat and in the air, eyes rolling back into her head. Her orgasm slammed into her, paralyzing her completely as the electrical shocks ran through every fiber of her being. She vibrated and shook almost imperceivably before finally crashing back down, chest rising and sinking, breaths coming in labored gasps. God, she was glad she wore black tights today. Fifteen minutes later, a re-put-together Maddie loudly opened the front door to their condo. "Hey," she called out, eyeing up the stairs toward her sister's bedroom. "I'm home." "In here," came a reply from the kitchen. At the same time, Kyle appeared from the opposite direction, coming out from the downstairs bathroom. "Hey," he said, strolling over to give her a hug and a kiss on the cheek. "Sorry to surprise you. I came over a little early." "Oh!" Maddie caught herself, faking surprise at her boyfriend being there despite already knowing that fact. "I wish you had texted. I could have hurried back sooner." "It's okay. Tiffany and I hung out." He said it so casually, so easily, like they were just sitting around playing video games or something while waiting for her to get home. Surprisingly, Maddie wasn't offended by the lie or angry about it. Instead, it again made her stomach do cartwheels. "That's good." Maddie looked over to see Tiffany emerge from the kitchen area. Her body was now covered by a loose summer dress. She could see her sister's hip bones against the thin material and Maddie wondered if she was wearing panties underneath. "It's so nice to see you two together... hanging out." "Your boyfriend is alright company," Tiffany said with a smirk. Maddie noticed Kyle smiling awkwardly out of the corner of her eyes. "I just started making dinner." "Oh, great!" Maddie said excitedly, grabbing Kyle's hand and pulling him toward the kitchen. "We can help." For the rest of the night, Maddie tried to see if she noticed anything between Tiffany and Kyle, something she may have maybe missed before. Furtive glances, hands brushing against each other, whispered secrets. She kept expecting them to do the type of things usually reserved for couples, things she and Kyle would sometimes do. While prepping dinner, she'd turn around and anticipate seeing Tiffany at the cutting board chopping carrots with Kyle pressed up against her, his hands on her waist, his crotch nestled between her flimsily covered butt cheeks. When they sat down to watch TV after dinner, she pictured them settling into the loveseat while she took the single-seater sofa. Even when they retired to their respective rooms later that evening, she envisioned Kyle breaking off from her as they passed by Tiffany's room to join her inside. Naturally, none of that actually happened, but the thought of it all drove Maddie wild. With every odd fantasy that entered her mind, she felt her heartrate quicken and her panties moisten. She had no idea why these imagined scenarios between her sister and boyfriend had this effect on her, but by the time her and Kyle entered their room and shut the door, she was a ball of sexual energy. "Tiffany looked nice today," Maddie said while they lounged in bed for a moment, both on their phones. However, Maddie was having trouble concentrating on the screen. "That dress looked really good on her. Don't you think?" "Uh, yeah," Kyle said, still paying attention to his phone and appearing disinterested. "She looked pretty good. It was a cute dress." "You should tell her." That caught his attention. He placed his phone facedown onto his chest and stared at her curiously. "What now?" "If you think she looks cute, you should say something." "You want me to... hit on your sister?" "Not hit on her. I don't know." Maddie got up and headed toward her dresser. "I think it'd be nice. Sometimes I feel like she's insecure, you know, and you complimenting her or putting some effort into hanging out with her more like today, I think it'd be nice is all." As she began pulling out her sleepwear, she heard Kyle get off the bed and make his way over. "Sure. I can do that, yeah. I'll... tell your sister she's hot." Kyle chuckled, thinking he was making a joke. Instead, Maddie's mind went back to earlier, to Kyle telling Tiffany how "fucking hot" she looked. Hotter than her. "Great. Thanks," Maddie said, giving a sarcastic tilt to her voice to mask her growing arousal. She started undressing, pulling off her top and tights, unhooking her bra, when she stopped. Because of her general shyness, her and Kyle usually faced away from each other when they changed, but standing there in just her panties, she turned around to find Kyle in his boxers opening his overnight drawer to pull out some pajama pants. Maddie sauntered over to him, surprising both of them when she slinked her arms around his waist and slipped her hand into his boxers to grab hold of his cock, giving the slab of meat a slow jerk. "Whoa," Kyle said in a shocked gasp, straightening up and leaning his naked back into her topless form. He closed his eyes and allowed her to increase her pace on his dick. She beat him off rapidly, her fist popping at the fabric of his boxers, the area growing and shrinking from her moving fist. It took her boyfriend a moment to realize her bare tits were pressing into his skin. "Hang on," he hissed, pulling her hand out from his underwear before turning around to gawk at her naked breasts, which he'd only seen a handful of times before and only in the dark. Maddie bit her lip and stepped back, giving him a good look at her. She wondered if he was comparing them to Tiffany's. Maddie's were bigger, with more heft and just the slightest bit of sag. Her nipples were darker than her sister's as well, closer to a tan brown over Tiffany's light pink. Kyle reached out toward her boobs, ready to squeeze and fondle the mounds of flesh. "Damn. You are so—" "Another time," Maddie interrupted, grabbing his arms, spinning him around, and pushing him toward the bed. He collided with the edge of the mattress and plopped down just as Maddie fell to her knees and yanked off his boxers, freeing his now fully erect penis. She grabbed back onto it, the turgid member already slick with precum, and resumed her fast pumping. Kyle groaned and shifted his hips forward while bracing his arms back, trying to give Maddie full access to every inch of his dick. The fapping of her fist drove him wild. He opened his eyes to look down at her staring at his member as if entranced, her cute, sexy face so close to its glistening tip, before he shut them again. As Kyle basked in the ecstasy of his girlfriend's pistoning hand, Maddie wadded into the waters of her own pleasure. Again, she found herself unable to find arousal in her own sexual act. Instead, her mind wandered to the bizarre fantasies from when they were prepping dinner and watching TV. Kyle grinding against Tiffany's ass in the kitchen. Tiffany and Kyle making out on the couch. Kyle reaching under her sister's cute dress. She switched to an exaggerated version of the events she observed earlier. Tiffany and Kyle now fucking like wild animals, their grunts and groans turning into screams and ravenous cries of desire, their bodies bouncing and thrusting savagely. She licked her lips as Kyle dropped backward onto the mattress, hands covering his face, stifling his moans. "Was that their first time," she wondered, her jerking hand mimicking the pace of their fucking in her mind. She thought it might have been. It sounded like maybe it was. "What else had they done? Had she done this to him? Had she done more?" Maddie panted, her quick, hot breaths right on the head of Kyle's cock. "She had," Maddie decided. She already imagined her sister was the type to put out after just meeting a guy, but maybe she didn't do it too often. The other guys, she took care of in other ways. "Yeah, Tiffany's definitely sucked a lot of cock," Maddie thought, her face inching closer. "...including my fucking boyfriend's." Maddie dipped her head down with a wanton whimper, submerging the first two or so inches of Kyle's cock into her warm, wet mouth. She savored in the feeling of it for a moment before lifting her head up and sinking down again. "Holy shit," Kyle gasped, jerking up from the bed to watch wide-eyed as his girlfriend went down on him for the first time. She gripped him with her hand, concentrating her sucking on the portion of his cock extending up past the ring of her index finger and thumb. Her thick hair draping across his thighs. Her awkward nose scrunching just the slightest bit. Her lips encircling his shaft, sliding up and down. He collapsed back, twisting the sheets in his hands. "Oh my god. Mmmm that feels so fucking good." Maddie bobbed her face up and down, Kyle's groans and dirty talk spurring her on. His hips began to pop off the bed as he tried to fuck himself into her mouth. She was inexperienced and didn't want to take him too deep but clearly, he was enjoying it. "I wonder if he's thinking about her," Maddie thought, her dipping head picking up speed. "I wonder if he's imagining Tiffany's mouth around him right now." An image popped into her head of Kyle cumming as she blew him: him reaching out to grab her head, holding her in place as he erupted, and calling out her sister's name. Maddie let out a long and passionate moan around Kyle's cock, her panties flooding with her juices as a small orgasm rushed through her, without her even touching herself. The vibrations pushed Kyle over the edge, but instead of Maddie's fantasy becoming reality, he balled the sheets tighter into his fist and bucked his hips, jerking with every spurt of gooey cum into Maddie's mouth. The moment he started cumming, Maddie stopped her bobbing, allowing his thick spunk to flood and fill her orifice. Her hand helped stabilized his sporadic thrusts, keeping him from burying himself deeper into her, until they slowed and eventually stopped, Kyle lying still except for his heaving chest. She gently slid her lips off his deflating cock. Sitting back on her haunches, she held his cum in her mouth, wondering where she should spit it, before thinking, "What would Tiffany do?" Maddie's throat bobbed up and down as she swallowed. She left Kyle to recuperate and returned to the dresser, slipping into her waiting sleep shorts and tank top. Maddie felt thoroughly satisfied, despite the impetus for that satisfaction being somewhat unusual. From the looks of it, Kyle also felt equally fulfilled. She made her way back to the bed, crawling onto it from the foot of the mattress, right next to Kyle's resting form. He smiled at her with lidded eyes as she slinked past him and then flopped down onto her pillow, closing her eyes with a wistful sigh. The creak of the mattress signaled Kyle finally reenergizing enough to rise and pull on his pajama pants before he returned to the bed and plonked down next to her. "That was amazing," he murmured, still the slightest bit of our breath. "What brought that on?" Maddie didn't answer. Mainly because she could barely explain it to herself much less her boyfriend. Instead, she snuggled against him and made a few cute sleepy sounds. Either it worked or Kyle was too tired and content to press the issue. Shortly after, they both passed out. When Maddie awoke the next morning, she was alone. She stretched across the mattress, extending out her fit sexy body before sitting up and scanning around the room. Kyle wasn't in their bathroom, so she assumed he must be downstairs already. She hopped out of bed but paused before grabbing the handle to the bedroom door, something in her head, a lingering remnant from yesterday's strange series of fortunate events, stopping her from just yanking it open and exiting. Instead, she slowly and carefully turned the knob, and cautiously stepped into the hallway. Hushed voices emanated from downstairs. Maddie crept further up the hall and closer to the banister until she could hear Kyle and Tiffany more clearly. "—sorry, but we can't," she heard Kyle say. "Yesterday was, well, mind-blowingly incredible but..." "So, that's it then?" Tiffany said, her voice rising slightly. "She sucks your dick once and already it's better than what we did yesterday?" "That's not it and you know it. She's my girlfriend... your sister. It's not right to continue this." "I should have known." Tiffany's voice turned a little dejected. "Hook up with me once and then just break it off. Use the less attractive sister for sex while waiting out for the hotter one." "Come on, that's not—" "Forget it," Tiffany said, cutting him off. "Coffee is ready." As they grew silent, Maddie backed away, sneaking back toward her room. Her eavesdropping left her torn. Sure her boyfriend already cheated, but he seemed to regret it at the very least. Or was it because she went down on him last night that he regretted it? Her at long last making steps in their relationship showing him that she would eventually come around to finally spreading her own legs for him. Then of course there was Tiffany. Her sister seemed genuinely hurt by Kyle's rejection, him doing so seemingly confirming her own insecurities about her attractiveness. Insecurities caused by Maddie herself. Maybe Tiffany seducing Kyle made her feel better about herself, Maddie theorized. If she was able to entice her sister's boyfriend, able to take that away from her, it improved her own self-image. But the part of it all that left Maddie reeling the most was how much all of it turned her on. How much she enjoyed the idea of Tiffany and Kyle together, how badly she wanted to see them together. It was a lot to take in and process, and she had no explanation or understanding of it. But it wasn't something she was going to figure out standing in that hallway. Grabbing the bedroom doorknob, she noisily yanked it open and then shut it again before making her way downstairs. The rest of the morning and afternoon passed by rather quickly. Everyone naturally slipped back into their usual routine. Kyle and Maddie only had two classes that day while Tiffany's day was a little more stacked, and their schedules mostly left them as passing ships until late afternoon. They all had an hour together when Kyle and Maddie finished for the day and before Tiffany left for her last class. However, unlike every previous time they hung out together, Maddie could tell something was off with Tiffany. She seemed more distant and even left early, saying she wanted to stop by the Union before her class started. Shortly after her sister left, Maddie was throwing some laundry into the wash when Kyle came up behind her, placing his hands on her waist and giving her a kiss on the neck. "Well, hello there," she said, slamming the washer door shut and hitting the cycle button. She spun around in his arms and he leaned forward to kiss her. Pushing up against her, their tongues entwined. Groins pressed together, he trapped her body between the churning washer and himself. The vibrations from the machine against her ass ran through her and into his crotch, raising his cock in his sweats, and they moaned into each other's mouths. Finally breaking apart to catch their breaths, Maddie said, "Someone's excited." "Well, we had a little time before Tiffany gets back, and I was thinking about last night, and was wondering if maybe we could... have a repeat?" Maddie was thinking about last night as well, but unlike Kyle, she was also thinking about the conversation she overheard this morning. She felt sure that a big reason Kyle ended things with Tiffany was because of Maddie's impulse decision to go down on him, and because of that, her sister spent the entire day clearly feeling pretty awful. It made Maddie feel guilty knowing that she was the reason for some of her sister's self-image issues—both due to her superior attractiveness and now, as weird as it sounded, because she stopped her boyfriend from hooking up with her. Maddie still wasn't sure what she was going to do about all these complicated feelings when she suddenly said, "Sorry, I just don't know if it was really my thing, you know? I'm glad we tried it, but I don't know if it's something I'd enjoy doing too often." "Oh, uh, sure," Kyle stammered, the shock and disappointment obvious, despite him trying to hide it. He pulled back from her, looking away and running his hand on the back of his neck. "That's fine. I totally get it." It wasn't a complete lie. Maddie didn't enjoy the act of going down on Kyle in itself. It was just an outlet for her sexual energy, built up over witnessing Kyle and her sister's forbidden, insanely erotic tryst. She didn't know why she felt this way—why she failed to find excitement in doing things with her boyfriend but found immense arousal in seeing him involved with another person, specifically her sister—but it was the way she felt, there was no denying it. So maybe, just maybe she could please two birds with one cock. Help her sister feel better about herself while getting her own rocks off. "Speaking of last night though," Maddie said as they headed back into the living room, "there was something else I was thinking about." "Yeah?" "I noticed Tiffany seemed really down today." She tried to make it sound casual, innocent, but she noticed the subtle sign of guilt in the quick sideways dart of Kyle's eyes. "I was hoping maybe you could do some of what we were talking about? Compliment her, maybe just, I don't know be around her? And I guess, yeah, be a little flirty." "Um, yeah. If you think that'll help, of course. I can do that." "Great!" Maddie thought about leaning in for a kiss but decided against it. "I appreciate you doing this. Making my sister feel good... about herself. I think it'll really help." Despite the request, Kyle did take the slightest bit of nudging when Tiffany returned home, literally. After Tiffany walked through the door, Maddie had to jab him with her elbow, give him a pointed look, and nod toward her sister before it clicked and Kyle said brightly, "Hey, Tiffany! Welcome back." For a moment, Tiffany was taken back, surprised at Kyle's overt friendliness, but then she recovered and returned his greeting. "Hey Kyle. Maddie. Gimme a second and I can help get dinner started." "You know what?" Maddie said, hopping off the couch. "Why don't you guys relax tonight and let me handle dinner?" "Are you sure?" Tiffany asked. "Not that I'm going to complain but..." "Yeah. My treat tonight. You guys can make it up to me another time." "Thanks, sis. That's... really nice of you." Giving Kyle another pointed look, Maddie went into the kitchen to start whipping up dinner, looking back before she disappeared around the corner to see Kyle motioning for Tiffany to sit next to him on the loveseat. Maddie bit her lip in excitement. She clamored around as best she could, trying to be somewhat loud in order to make them believe she couldn't hear what they were saying in the living room, but she was purposefully listening, even going so far as to brace against the wall like a covert agent while the water was running to try and peek in on them. "You look really... nice," Kyle said, his eyes darting toward the kitchen. "Great, actually. You look really great." "Thanks," Tiffany said, fiddling with her hem. She wore a flowy multicolored semi-see-through top, her nude colored bra visible underneath to anyone that really paid attention, as well as the pale expanse of her long torso. A pair of tight jeans completed the ensemble. "After this morning, I actually wore it to try and get your attention. But with Maddie around—" "Oh, you got my attention," Kyle said with a smile, which dropped away after a beat. "About this morning... I'm sorry. I shouldn't have been so dismissive of your feelings. We can't keep doing what we did, but... I like being around you, and you're Maddie's sister. I want us to continue being cool with each other, you know?" "Yeah, I understand. I want us to be cool with each other, too. Even if we can't be hot with each other." They both laughed, and Maddie heard movement on the couch followed by a bit of silence. She had wanted to rush over to look but the sautéing garlic and onions kept her. By the time she got to peer around the corner, they were just pulling away from each other. She didn't know if they had been hugging or making out, but she knew which one made her heartbeat speed up. "Also, this isn't about 'hotter' sister or any of that shit," Kyle said after a moment of silence. "You're fucking hot. Believe me, I know. Just thinking about your body..." In that pause, they stared at each other lustfully. Tiffany did look good in her outfit, but she was one of those girls that just looked so much hotter naked, and Maddie knew all of them in that moment were picturing a naked Tiffany bouncing of top of Kyle, legs spread wide around his waist. Considering the affect it was having on Maddie, she could only imagine what it was doing to her boyfriend, who subtly adjusted his position. Maddie imagined him lunging toward her sister, ripping Tiffany's jeans and panties off and shoving himself into her right there on that couch. The oven beeped and Maddie darted away just as Kyle said, "We should probably watch some TV or something." Seconds later, they turned on the TV, and despite Maddie's best efforts, sidelined by the increasing needs of dinner, she was unable to hear or see anything else that happened. The rest of the night was the opposite of earlier in the day. Everyone was back to normal and if anything, Kyle and Tiffany were even better than usual. Maddie kept giving her boyfriend appreciative glances, almost encouraging him to go the extra mile with her sister in terms of flirting and friendliness. And if Tiffany noticed anything, there was zero indication. Once dinner was done, they went back to watching TV, this time with Maddie taking Tiffany's spot on the loveseat. However, she wasn't going to be there for long. Maddie had a plan in mind, and she hoped it paid off. "Oh man, I'm tired," Maddie said with an exaggerated yawn. "I might retire early tonight. I'm beat." "Okay, sure," Kyle said, about to get up before Maddie held out a hand to stop him. "It's okay. You don't have to go to sleep early on my behalf. You can keep watching with Tiffany. Just come on up when you're done." She let out another extended yawn. "I'll be out though. Night." They both told her goodnight and Maddie headed up to her room, trying her best not to bolt up the stairs in anticipation. She quickly changed into her tank top but abandoned the bottoms, leaving her lower half covered only by a pair of lace panties. Pressing down on the mattress to make it sound like she was climbing onto it, Maddie instead waited by the side of the bed. Those twenty minutes were the most excruciating twenty minutes of her life. She wanted to give them enough time but hoped that she didn't give them too much time and miss anything that might happen. Finally, the wait over, Maddie again snuck out of her room and quietly crept back toward the spot in the hall from this morning where she could clearly see into the living room. Peeking over the edge, Maddie nearly moaned out loud in orgasmic bliss. There, in the dim light of the TV, Kyle sat alone in the loveseat, sweats down around his ankles and one hand curled into Tiffany's dark hair as he guided her head up and down in his lap. Tiffany knelt on the floor between his legs, still clothed. Her hands gripped the sides of his thighs and her lips were wrapped around the width of his cock as they rhythmically slid across its length. Listening closely, Maddie swore she heard the wet shlk shlking sounds of her sister's mouth engulfing her boyfriend's cock again and again, or it could have just as easily been the sound of her own wet lips as her fingers rapid rubbed across her folds and strummed her clit. Tiffany took Kyle's cock much deeper than Maddie had as well. Where Maddie only managed to take in a couple inches, Tiffany's downward plunges nearly took her all the way to the base of his shaft. Maddie longed to be right there next to them so she could see her sister's long neck up close, widening with her every descent onto her boyfriend's dick. "Hhunnnghh," Tiffany panted, lifting her mouth off Kyle's prick so she could catch her breath. She took deep, rapid gulps, her face only an inch above Kyle's spit slick head. Maddie slowed down the pumping of her fingers inside of her already drenched panties, using the break in the action to give herself a moment to back away from the edge of her climax. She was so close already. Just the mere sight of her sister sucking Kyle off nearly making her explode instantaneously. She wanted to run back to get her phone and attempt to record this, but she knew the risk was too high. Instead, she'd have to engrain every moment into her memory: Tiffany's gaze locked and focused directly on Kyle's impressive member, eyes just the slightest bit crossed due to her lack of glasses; her back straight and at an angle, putting her face directly in line with the tip of his cock; the slightest bit of spit and saliva dripping from her plump bottom lip. "Am I better than her at this?" Tiffany asked between gasps, giving a lick to her lips and a few long slow bobs up and down his shaft before pulling away again. Kyle groaned in response, trying to tug her face back onto him, but she resisted slightly. Finally she relented, allowing him to lead her back down after whispering breathily, "Tell me." "Tell her, Kyle," Maddie hissed quietly, her hand again moving at a frenzied pace. She let out little gasps as she concentrated her stroking on her clit. "Tell her how much hotter her mouth is on your cock. Fuck!" "You really are," Kyle growled at last. Tiffany whimpered happily in response, her bouncing head picking up speed. "Shit! Your mouth feels so fucking good, and you take me so much deeper and rougher than she can. Oh god!" With every word out of Kyle's mouth, Tiffany pistoned her head faster and deeper onto him, fucking her face with his cock. Maddie was completely enthralled and insanely aroused by her sister's skill and ability. It was like she wasn't even giving him a blowjob; she was humping him with her face. A steady stream of passionate and joyful "mmph mmph mmphs" emanated from her filled throat, accompanied by constant slurps and gurgles that there was no question Maddie heard. Maddie was right there, ready for release when Kyle said, "I've always thought... your face... was cuter than hers... Unnngghh! Tiffany!" Just as Maddie's orgasm hit, Kyle tightened his grip on her sister's head and came hard, pulsing his thick, heavy load straight into her throat and toward her stomach. Maddie was right. Her sister swallowed. Maddie clamped her free hand tightly over her nose and mouth, stifling her screams of ecstasy as she erupted into an orgasm. She arched her back, thrusting her hips into the air in fits and jerks, stiffening and twitching as she experienced arguably the biggest climax of her life, her cunt clenching and spasming. Eventually, the wave passed, and she lowered her ass and hips back onto the floor, her hand dropping away from her face to allow her to breathe. As she lay there, chest rising and falling, her mind a mush, she only had one thought: she was going to cum a lot to the sound of her boyfriend moaning her sister's name. Forcing herself to move before it was too late, Maddie practically crawled her way back to her bedroom before sneaking back in and carefully wriggling into bed, making sure to nab her pajama shorts on the way. True to her promise, by the time Kyle made it to their room, she was already unconscious.

Fooling with Nudity byMostodd07© "Hell, no! I love you, Beth, but you can't go out like that!" Christian had been waiting for more than a half hour for Beth to be ready. He had grown used to waiting. They had been a couple for nearly two years. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, with luxuriant dark curls framing her rosy cheeks and pouting lips, with her deep blue eyes that changed rapidly from teasing to innocent, with her long, lithe legs, tiny waist, and Jane Russell breasts. And that was the problem again today. Beth appeared wearing a sheer coral blouse, with no undergarment. Her nipples perched high and tight on smooth pink mounds that wobbled with each step she took on her high, high heels. The flimsy skirt fell loosely to near mid-thigh, giving a clear view of the seamed dark stockings that hugged her narrow thighs and calves. Beth pivoted with her arms extended so he could get a near-blinding eyeful. "You like?" she purred. Christian had been holding his breath, looking at her. When he exhaled, he did it with a kind of laugh. "Okay. April Fools' again. I remember last year. You wore a see-through blouse, but didn't let me know it until we were in the cinema, and the lights went down. Even then, every sneaky eye was glued to you, ignoring the explosions on the screen." "I like to make my own excitement," she said. "Not tonight, darling," he said. "Now change, please." Despite the warm weather so unusual for this time of year, Christian, as usual, was dressed impeccably, in sports coat, shined shoes, and crisply pressed slacks. He strove to look as good as possible when he was with her. Every man in the bar would be drooling over Beth, and trying to judge whether he might have a chance to replace Christian on Beth's arm. So far, Beth had met no one who even came close to measuring up to Christian's athletic body, chiseled jaw with slight beard, piercing gray eyes, thick dark hair, and the air of money that dripped from his shoulders. So, Beth was the envy of every gold-digger in the city, but she never worried about losing Christian to anyone else, not even those younger 21-year-olds who were now showing up in the bars where they partied. Beth unbuttoned the blouse, her back to Christian. The wispy fabric slid languorously over her smooth, rose-tinged shoulders. She looked back at him with a pout as she moved toward her bedroom to change. She turned profile at the doorway, just to remind Christian of the gravity-defying lift of her warm breasts. Christian's pulse raced. He hated to be manipulated this way, even by a woman as skilled at teasing as Beth. "Please, go change." He carefully placed his hands on her arm and her back to push her into her bedroom. At the touch, she gasped slightly and smiled. She loved to be touched, caressed and stroked, but now was not the time. They had to show up at the bar. Beth's feet became tangled, and she lost her balance, falling into Christian's arms. She let her face rest against his shoulder. Christian instinctively wrapped his arms around her narrow frame. He swore he could feel the insistent poke of her tiny nipples through the fabric of his own clothes. As she found her balance, her leg crowded between his own. She lifted her thigh until she found his penis, hanging to the right as usual. With great effort, Christian separated himself from Beth, who smiled sheepishly and said, "That wasn't supposed to happen." Christian bundled her into the bedroom and closed the door after her. He called to her, "Come on, we're late. If you don't want to go to the bar, we can stay home." "No," she called back through the closed door. "I want to go. I haven't been to my dad's bar in too long." Christian had been successful in keeping her away from her father's neighborhood dive, named "Owen's Oasis." It had been open 30 years, longer than Beth had been alive, but still the place she had been raised. Since dating Christian, he introduced her to the finer things in life — restaurants with cloth napkins and expensive wine lists, artist's opening shows, Broadway and Lincoln Center even though both were 1,000 miles away, and week-long vacations on luxury yachts and private islands. Given all the choices Beth could have made, he was surprised that she only wanted to go to her father's place. So, he would indulge her. Beth came out wearing a little azure dress that was deeply cleft in front. She wasn't wearing a bra, and was apparently proud of the fact, letting Christian see a generous portion of her breasts. It wasn't indecent, exactly, just extremely suggestive. He hoped she would remember to keep her back straight the entire night, otherwise the girls might have a rollicking night out. "If you turn too quickly, you'll be arrested for indecent exposure," Christian said. Beth laugh, "You think so?" She made a couple of quick twists, but the dress stayed put pretty well. Beth held up a roll of tape. "Double-sided tape." She tossed it into her matching over-sized purse. She still wore the high, high heels and the seamed stockings. Golden earrings dangled, a golden necklace twisted toward her décolleté, and golden bracelets clinked on her wrists. Because it was so warm, she refused any wrap over the dress. As they left her apartment, he wondered how she kept her seamed stockings tight and straight, since it was obvious, looking at her from behind, that she wore no underwear. Christian's throat felt dry, he struggled to swallow, but smiled. At Owen's Oasis, nothing had changed since the last time Christian had been in there. In 30 years, something must have changed though. The bowling machine must have been replaced by video games. At some point a dance floor and powerful speakers would have drowned out most conversation. Betting machines had been added. The Oasis's current incarnation seemed a quieter place, where you could watch sports, order greasy snacks to complement the wide variety of beers, and forget about the fact you lived in this neighborhood. The air of calm was deceptive. Beneath the seeming calm, Owen's Oasis was an unpredictable place, with impromptu wet t-shirt contests, truth or dare games, or some tipsy beauty dancing naked on the bar for her friends. Not every night, but frequently enough to keep the patrons titillated and coming back, without attracting a rowdier crowd. Christian never pressed Beth too hard about her younger days. She had matured, she said, and brushed off any rumors of craziness in her youth. "You think my father would stand for that? He shut the whole place down early one night rather than let me enter a best bikini contest — and I was already 21 by then! Would you let me enter? Maybe with a pretty yellow string thong, with tiny triangles for the bra?" Christian knew she was teasing, but his blood pressure spiked anyway. "Hell, no, Beth! Do you have any idea what men think when they see a woman in a string bikini?" "Hmmm, yes. I think so," she said with a sly smile. "Forget it." Then he added, "Please forget it." Beth was in her element at Owen's Oasis. She sidled up to Barry, the emaciated old barfly with the perpetually smoldering cigarette, gray head of stringy hair, and watery eyes. She kissed his cheek. She couldn't get much closer without sitting on his lap. No need to worry about grabby hands, since he wouldn't let go of his drink or his cigarette. Vera the blond waitress took orders, delivered food and drinks, said almost nothing to anyone, even her boyfriend, Warren. Still she got lots of tips, because she was a blond wearing a too-tight skit and even tighter top, cropped to show her excellent abs and even better breast curves. Her outfit was reluctantly approved by Owen at the the insistence of her boyfriend, Warren. Warren thought at least one night a week she should be topless, since the bar would love to see her like that and the tips would be fantastic. When Vera threatened to quit rather than be topless, his plan was put on hold. Despite the warm weather, Warren wore his Harley-Davidson jacket. He had a pair of faded and ripped blue jeans held up by a wide leather belt. He wore large Buddy Holly glasses. His face glowed golden from the sun and wind, right through his scruffy beard. When he smiled his teeth glowed white, which together with eyes the color of a summer sky, made him irresistible. Add to that the lure of the loud, throbbing motorcycle vibrating between her legs, and Christian could justify Vera staying with Warren. Any woman might. Debbie Duz was another bar regular, thin as a straw, thirstier than a camel, and easier than Sunday morning. Christian heard the rumors that one night Debbie had given everybody who wanted a blowjob a free one in the back room. She claimed she was giving a seminar to the ladies who wouldn't suck, to show just how easy and fun it could be. She always ended up leaving with some guy at the end of the night. When Beth saw Warren sitting alone, watching Vera, nursing a beer, she pulled up a chair next to him. Christian followed, feeling like an afterthought. Already she was leaning too far forward, giving Warren a spectacular view down the front of her dress. Warren smiled broadly, his eyes glancing from Christian to Vera to Beth, and down Beth's front again. Christian said to Beth, "Time to put on that double-sided tape." Beth smiled, and adjusted her dress a little. The tape stayed in the purse. Vera stopped at their table. Christian turned and found himself staring into her tight, tanned tummy. He swallowed hard before he placed his drink order, and when Vera turned to Beth, he couldn't help himself from ogling her long, smooth tan legs. As she left, each buttock swayed suggestively. No wonder she commanded the best tips! Owen's Oasis got hotter. Because it was only April, Owen refused to turn on the air-conditioning. The heat didn't slow Beth down. She greeted nearly everyone in the place, and left Christian with Warren at the table. Warren leaned in to him, and said, "You are a lucky son-of-a-gun, Christian." Christian smiled, and said, "Thanks. Vera seems like a lovely girl, too." Warren laughed a loud barking sound. "You can say that again. She's got it going on! But she's not like Beth. Vera's more self-contained. She needs a lot of encouragement to remind her of how sexy she really is. Not Beth, no, sir-ree! What you see, you're gonna get. Am I right? She loves living. She has real versatile name, too. She used to call herself Liz, then Liza, then Ellie. I wouldn't be surprised to see her call herself Betty next!" "Elizabeth is a pretty flexible name, I guess," said Christian. Warren watched Beth as she floated from table to table, from the bar to the dance floor. Christian danced with Beth of course, but also watched Vera. Vera allowed plenty of looking by patrons, even down her front briefly, but no touching. She was quick to remove a hand on her ass or on her narrow waist. She was even quicker to slap anyone who pinched or poked her. Sometimes twice. No words were spoken by her as she went about her job. Around 11:30, it was still so warm and close in the bar that Christian was surprised that people didn't just leave. Owen did not seem concerned about losing any customers. And sure enough, an impromptu contest began. It appeared to be a cross between a wet t-shirt contest, best booty and tiniest bikini. The rules were loose enough to entice many of the girlfriends and single ladies in the place to be persuaded to enter. If there was a prize to the winner, Christian didn't notice. It was almost as though the women needed the opportunity to show themselves off, and the men needed to cheer and encourage them. Warren struck out when he tried to convince Vera to enter. She gave him a withering stare that warned him to make sure nobody had spit in his drink. Warren turned his bright smile to Beth. "You're sure to win, little filly." Beth adjusted her dress, then turned quickly to check with her father behind the bar. Christian held his breath, waiting to see whether her quick twist exposed one or both of her wondrous breasts. Warren looked like a vulture perched to look down at anything she might reveal. Owen said nothing; he just shook his head. Beth's shoulders slumped, revealing more than the sudden twist. Christian smiled to himself. "The old man still looks after his daughter. Good for him." The contest started on a makeshift stage that used to hold live bands. One of the cooks stepped up for emcee duties, a job he'd perfected on several prior occasions. He kept up a patter that encouraged the crowd, and teased and challenged the participants. Debbie Duz needed little encouragement. Her clothes were loosened and ready to fall off even before it was her turn on stage. The combination of thumping music and crowd chants and cheers prevented Christian from appreciating the way each lady reacted to being ogled. Warren reveled in the show. Beth demurely covered her eyes as the women lost their bras, and some removed their panties. She smiled broadly though, and Christian knew she was turned on by the nudity and flashing. He'd seen it before when they had vacationed in remote islands with nude beaches. She loved seeing those bodies in the sun, and she was quick to reveal her own body. He didn't mind when they were far from anyone they knew. Closer to home, he demanded she act a lot more conservatively. It was one of those things about which they disagreed. The crowd got louder, the music more insistent, and the girls — well, there wasn't much more they could take off. Now it was a question of personality. Who could engage the crowd and make the crowd clap and cheer the most? Christian excused himself to go to the men's room. As he left the table, Beth and Warren exchanged a look, and Warren sat back in his seat with a smile. That should have been a red flag. When Christian came back from the bathroom, both Beth and Warren were gone. She even took her large purse. When Vera saw Christian's confusion, she frowned and came over. "Your girlfriend and my crappy boyfriend left together. She left you a note." She handed him an index card with Beth's writing on it. He read, "Warren would kill to see the coral blouse you wouldn't let me wear. He's an old friend, so I knew you wouldn't mind. Love & Kisses." Christian ripped the card. Vera shrugged and said, "Did she break up with you for Warren? That's probably good news for you. I know it's good news for me." Before Christian ran out, he paid the bar tab for the table, including for Vera an overly-generous tip. She gave the first hint of a smile that he had seen on her face the entire evening. Then it stopped. "You need help finding them?" she asked. "I want a few words with Warren myself." Christian said, "She probably went to her apartment. If you weren't working, you could come with." Vera untied the tiny apron and called to Owen, "I gotta go, Owen. See you tomorrow." She tossed the white cloth across the bar to Owen, who shook his head, and said, "Don't get busted. I'm not bailin' none of youse out. Hey, Vera, since you're not workin' now, you wanna get inta da contest?" "In your dreams, Owen." She fluffed out her hair, and followed Christian to his BMW. "No chauffeur, Mr. Big Shot?" "He's taking his driver's test." "Ha. At night?" "He's blind so it doesn't matter. Just get in." Christian wasn't sure Vera's long legs would fit in his i8 Sports hybrid, but she knew how to fold them discretely. Even so, Christian noticed how smooth, long and slim those legs were. "What kind of car is this?" she asked. "Prototype.They needed someone to test it. Hold on." He punched the accelerator, and it nearly became airborne. If it impressed Vera, she didn't show it. They parked. Christian used the front key Beth had given him, then ran up the stairs to her apartment. He pounded at the door, listened but heard nothing. He pounded again, still nothing but the gentle trod of Vera on the steps behind him. He used the key and opened the apartment door, and ran through the apartment. "They're not here!" he shouted from the rear. Vera held up the azure dress that Beth had been wearing, and said, "They've been here. But she's changed her outfit." Christian felt wild at the sight of the dress. The coral blouse she had so blithely shuffled off earlier was no longer on the floor, and not in her closet or drawers. "She's wearing almost nothing! In front of that Warren." He tried calling but she wouldn't pick up, so he left a voice message. "Call me. Where are you?" Then he texted, "Where are you?" Vera poked through Beth's closets, and found a pair of unworn, new jeans that might fit, and a stylish emerald-shaded blouse. She held it up before a mirror, and Christian saw that the color made her hazel eyes seem more green. She took the clothes into the bedroom. "Don't worry, I'll work out something with Beth," she said. She pulled the door closed behind her, but it didn't shut. It tended to open a little unless firmly closed. Christian tried not to look as she slipped out of the waitress top she had been wearing, but her golden skin was too tempting not to take just one peek. Her back was long and lean, with a hint of rib cage. Her tousled golden hair bounced off shoulders that seemed too fragile to support the tits that made the bar notorious. He would have peeped longer, but his phone chirped with a message from Beth. Vera looked over her shoulder at the sound and caught him red-faced. She slipped on the emerald blouse, then unbuttoned her Daisy Dukes to tease him, and firmly shut the door. He read her text. "I want to see the world, and the world to see me!" He texted, "Where are you now?" "Home," she responded. "I'm at your home!" he pounded into the keys and pressed send, just as Vera emerged from the bedroom. She looked completely different from the wench that served beer at Owen's Oasis. She had picked stylish clothes that emphasized her caramel skin tone, and honey-colored hair, while flattering her gorgeous figure. Christian wished that Beth had that much style in the clothes she wore. Instead, Beth pushed the envelope of how much of her body she could show. When he thought of that, he remembered what she was wearing right now, and looked back at his phone. She had texted back. "Well, I'm at your home! I love the balcony!" Christian's condo had a balcony that rose over the entire city. He remembered how frequently Beth liked to parade naked out there, daring the world to look at her. He always hoped the perverts with the telescopes were looking somewhere else until he could coax her back inside. Vera walked like she was on a catwalk with a thousand eyes appraising her, even though it was only Christian in the apartment. "Well, Mr. Big Shot? Where to next?" "My condo. Come on." He took her elbow, and guided her down the stairs. He half-expected to be slapped at least once, the way the men in the Oasis that touched her were slapped. Instead, she permitted him to guide her. They walked briskly down the staircase, and then out to his BMW. Although he wanted to just dive into the car, he escorted her to the passenger door, opened it, and accepted her smile before she slid her shapely ass into the leather seats and swung her long legs into the well, folding them again. He couldn't help but watch as she settled, and then he firmly closed the door. The BMW didn't rattle or shake even at the high speeds he cruised across the city to his condo. He didn't slow down as he approached the private garage underneath the building, and nearly collided with the garage door that seemed to open too slowly. Christian punched the penthouse button, and then the wall, but the private elevator moved at the same pace as always. Vera tried to hide her smile at his impatience. When they reached the top floor, he squeezed out of the elevator before the door had completely opened. He ran down the hallway. His door stood open. He went in, and looked around. The sliding doors to the balcony were open, but no one was there. Inside, he ran through the condo, but he already knew he would not find them. At his bedroom door, he paused to scrutinize his bed covers and the pillows. He satisfied himself that they had not used his bed. When he came out, he saw Vera on the balcony, breathing deeply the warm air. She said, "I feel rain coming. There's a change in the air. Look," she pointed to the far side of the city, "heat lightning." "Where are they?" Christian asked. "She said she was here." Vera held up a pair of seamed stockings that draped lifelessly in her hand. "They were here. They left you something." Christian sat on the balcony chair, and held his head in his hands. Vera lay down on a chaise lounge, her legs too long to be held entirely its frame. "Why do you care? Why do you put up with her? You're not bad looking. You have the bucks. You could have any woman you want. So why that bitch?" Christian shrugged. He knew it was true. He had gone through sororities of women before he met Beth. No one had lasted longer than a month. Then he met her. Now, he had been in her power for the past two years. He offered a sad smile to Vera. She nodded. "Yeah. You're pussy-whipped." "No!" he shouted. "She challenges me." "She challenges you?" Vera smirked, then whispered, "Pussy-" "That's not it." "-Whipped." His phone chirped again. Beth's text read, "We're at W's gf's place. W bought her a bikini she never wore." Christian showed the text to Vera. "That bitch better not touch any of my things," she hissed. "You're one to talk. Whose clothes are you wearing right now?" Vera shrugged. "That's different. You probably bought them for her, and she never wore them. Right?" Christian nodded. Beth never appreciated anything he bought her, though other women would have been pleased at simple bracelet. He had seen the clothes still in boxes in her closet, and jewelry still in cases. "Whatever," he said, "you can't complain about her trying your clothes while you're wearing hers." Vera smirked again. "I ain't taking 'em off so you can just forget that, Mr. Big Shot. If you want your money back, I'll pay you." "Each one is worth more than you make in a month," he taunted. "You might be surprised, Mr. Big Shot." She shook her head as if to clear it. "Anyway, I thought you wanted to find your woman. I need to find Warren." She leaned forward on the lounge, and said, "Warren was always pissed I wouldn't wear that yellow bikini he bought." Christian leaned in as well. "You're not shy. You look presentable." She chuckled at that, but didn't interrupt him. "You could pull off any swim wear, I would think." "Not that. It's not my style." "Why not, Vera?" She hesitated. He was surprised to see her blush, and look away from his eyes as she recalled the suit. "I'll be surprised if anyone would wear it, even Beth." Christian sat up straighter. "Beth would have worn some pretty outrageous bikinis if I hadn't been there to stop her, protect her from herself." Vera stood up. Despite the darkness on the balcony, her face was framed by the golden highlights in her hair. Christian could not see her eyes or her lips clearly, but her white teeth showed through her slightly parted teeth. She said, "At least once, you should let her wear her outrageous bikinis." "You don't know what she had in mind. You don't know what men think when they see a nearly naked woman in a bikini." "Don't be naive, Mr. Big Shot. I know exactly what men think. Why do you think I won't wear it?" "My God!" he said, "How bad is it?" "There is no back besides small yellow cord that barely holds the tiny triangle in front. Even smaller triangles draw attention to a woman's breast. Are they covered? I don't think so, but Warren swears the cops would never arrest me. Of course, he wanted me to wear them to topless beaches, if we ever went. I won't go there. He's a sick puppy." Christian took the seamless stockings, rolled them into a ball, and stuffed them into his jacket pocket. He locked the sliding balcony doors and secured the front apartment door before descending in the elevator to retrieve the car. Vera gave him directions to her small shared flat on the north side of town. He drove more slowly than earlier, enjoying Vera's company. Vera asked, "Don't you get enough challenges from your businesses?" It took Christian a second to understand where Vera was coming from. "Business is pressure, competition, and finally victory. If I'm challenged in business, I know how to react. But when Beth challenges me, she's challenging my own idea of me. She's creating a contest in my own mind. She forces me to reconsider who I am." He turned onto Vera's street. "And who doesn't want to constantly improve?" He stopped the car. They both saw that there was no Harley motorcycle in the driveway or on the scrub lawn. "Another wild goose chase," she said. Then Christian found the coral blouse on the stairs leading to the front door. He lifted it up for Vera to see that his own hand was clearly visible through the fabric. "Sexy, I guess," she said. "Not your style?" "Not in anyway my style," she said. "Well, we've found Beth's dress, her blouse, her hosiery. She can't be wearing much more than her jewelry and underpants now." Thunder grumbled in the sky. "It's going to rain for sure." She unlocked her front door. "I don't think she was wearing panties." Christian's feet were heavy on the stairs. He followed Vera into the flat, where she flipped on a light. The interior small, but very neat. Her home was organized and uncluttered. Even a desk in the corner showed its entire top, without papers, laptop or note pads. "A clean desk..." "I know how the saying goes: ...is a sign of a sick mind. Sorry, but I want things to be neat." She checked her closets and several dresser drawers. The only thing out of place was a piece of yellow cord with some small pink designs on it. She held it up for Christian to see. "This was part of the tiny bikini Warren bought me. I never even tried it on, but now it looks like that bitch has taken it." A smile crossed her face. "She won't get far without this cord to hold the triangles on her boobs." Christian grimaced at the thought of his rosy-fleshed Beth riding on a pulsating hog, with only a small piece of fabric between her legs, one hand around Warren's biker jacket, and the other trying to keep two other small triangles in place over her nipples. He just knew that Warren would be trying to ride as crazily as possible, so that she would have to use both hands to keep her balance. That meant their was nothing to hold the bikini top in place. "Where would they go, Vera? We have to find them." A few heavy raindrops splashed around them as they climbed into the car. The drops sounded like someone dropping eggs on the windshield. "I should have thought of this before," she said. "Warren's ranch. He has a secluded place, including a private lake, not much bigger than a pond really. He likes to take girls there to get them to skinny dip." "You've been there?" asked Christian. "I've been there. It's dark, secluded. Who doesn't like to skinny dip where no one can see?" "Warren can see." "He's blind without his glasses, and I won't let him come close enough to grab me. It's pretty safe, when I think about it, and really relaxing." Christian followed Vera's directions out of the city toward the ranch on the west side. Christian didn't say much. He had trouble erasing the thought of Vera shucking her clothes, testing the dark pond, and enjoying skinny-dipping in front of tough guy Warren. "What are you thinking about?" she asked him. "Nothing really." "About Beth, or about me?" He coughed at her honesty. "Busted. Okay, if you must know, it was about you." She settled back in the seat, satisfied with his answer. "Not a surprise to me anymore. It's more a surprise when a guy says he's not thinking things about me." "I was wondering," Christian started, "you know what challenges me — business and Beth, of course. But what challenges you, Vera? What makes you better?" Vera let her fingers stray along her thighs, then tap on her knees. "Maybe I like myself just the way I am." "You don't. What is it, Vera? Who is it that drives you?" She turned in the seat to face him. Her shoulder heavy against the back of the seat, turned on her hip. An image flashed in his mind of the way she would look lying on his bed next to him. She smiled as she answered. "I challenge myself. I haven't met the man or woman yet who could bring me a challenge bigger than any I set for myself." "Is that why you work at the Oasis?" "Just until I finish my masters thesis." Christian looked at her again. She was much more than met the eye. "Don't look so impressed, Mr. Big Shot. It's a Masters in Literature. That and a few bucks might get you a cup of coffee." The road to Warren's ranch branched at a sharp angle from the highway. The gate to the ranch hung open. "Looks like Warren's expecting company," she said. As they approached the house, Christian saw the pond about a hundred yards from the house, past a small copse that gave some privacy. The rain fell with some intensity now; Christian had his wipers on low. A flash of lightning showed there were two people on the porch. Christian jumped from the car, straining to see through the rain and the darkness who was on the porch, and more importantly, what were they wearing. Vera calmly exited the car, and took lovely strides in the direction of the pond. At the end of the house, she reached for a group of electrical switches. She threw the first one, and the pond was bathed in warm light. Raindrops marred the perfect surface of the pond. She flipped a second switch, and the porch was lit. Christian's eyes burned until he adjusted to the brightness. When he did, he saw his Beth, holding her large purse by three fingers. He looked at her legs — seamed stockings in place. The azure dress still draped her body, although there was serious threat that her boobs would pop into the warm air. 
"April Fool!" Beth shouted. "April Fool! I got you, didn't I? I wish I could have seen your face! You thought I was riding around bare-assed, didn't you? Whoo-hoo!" Christian blushed as he realized she had played him. But he was also relieved to know that Beth hadn't been flashing the city. She was still his woman; challenging, frustrating, fun, and crazy, but his woman all the same. Then out of the corner of his eye, he saw Vera. She was tall, cool, long and dynamic. The rain soaked her hair, her jeans and her blouse. First she pulled at the blouse, to keep the wet fabric away from her skin. Then she loosened the blouse, and tossed it. Her bra glowed white in the dim light. With a smooth motion, Vera unzipped the jeans. Leaning against the side of the ranch house, she pulled the ends of the legs until the jeans slipped over her perfect ass. She tossed the jeans to make a pile with the blouse. She luxuriated in the warm rain, wearing a white semi-thong to match her bra. "Perfect night for a little swim," she said. Beth laughed. She skipped down the steps and stood next to Christian. "You want to swim?" she asked, her fingers playing with his lips and his chin. "It's not safe, Beth. There's lightning." "Okay, you stay here with Warren, okay?" Then in a move so sudden it caught him by surprise, Beth shrugged her shoulders, and her dress crumpled around her ankles. She pulled his hands toward her waist, but Christian wanted the full view. He had been right — she wasn't wearing any underwear. Her gold necklace and bracelet glittered, making her skin seem softer. She angled her right knee in and rounded her shoulders. The effect was to make her breast seem heavy on her chest, and her hips rounder, flaring from such a small waist. Her pussy hair was dark, lush, softly curling. She threw her hips lasciviously, approaching Vera. Warren stood up on the porch, wearing his Buddy Holly glasses. His eyes were glued to Beth's undulating ass. Good joke, Christian thought, damn good prank. All it took was another outfit in her large bag, with items dropped at convenient intervals. Christian absentmindedly fingered the seamed stockings in his jacket pocket. Vera seemed to read his mind, because she knelt in front of Beth, and unrolled the seamed stockings down the right thigh, past her narrow knee, down her calf, and around her dainty ankle. She lifted the right foot, and starting at the heel, stripped the last of the stocking off. Then she repeated the performance with Beth's left leg. At each touch of Vera's hands, Beth quivered a little in the warm rain. Beth opened her arms to the shower, and lifted them skyward, her head back. Her breasts were lifted high on her chest. Christian thought he saw moisture dropping from her pussy hair. Vera stood, her underwear glowing in the dim light, then turned toward the pond. Beth reached out and grabbed the elastic in her panties. She pulled them down to Vera's knees. Vera stepped out of her panties, and shrugged out of her bra. With her back still to Christian, she called to him, "Nothing you haven't see before, is it?" Then she took off at a jog toward the pond. Christian watched her run, strong and graceful. He was surprised when Beth grasped his hand, pulling him toward the copse of trees and the lake. Warren took off his rain-smeared glasses and stumbled toward the pond until Beth took him by the hand, too. "Here," she said, placing his hand on her right hip. "Follow me to the pond, Warren." Warren's hand slipped from the top of her hip until he had a handful of ass, which he squeezed softly. At this point, Vera would have slapped, but not Beth Christian heard Beth hum contentedly, "Mmmmmh," and he realized again how much she loved to be touched and caressed. Somehow, the knowledge that Warren could barely see Beth's fine pink body flushed with excitement made Warren's caress of Beth more acceptable to Christian. It was almost like giving alms to a beggar. Meanwhile, Christian had full use of his five senses, and he knew he'd be using them all tonight. He heard a splash. Vera had jumped into the water and swam to the raft in the center of the pond. Christian undressed and put his clothes carefully on the dock that jutted into the pond. The clothes were probably ruined, but old habits died hard. Beth led Warren to the end of the dock, and prepared to dive in. Warren stopped her, turning her so that she faced him. "Little help?" he asked. If Warren hadn't seen her boobs earlier at the Oasis, he was getting the full experience right now. Beth ran her hands over his shoulders, down to his belt, and unloosened it. She unzipped his jeans. Warren had an erection, but his dick was still contained. Beth had him lean on her while she pulled off each boot and sock. Then she slipped his biker jacket from his shoulders, and ran her hands down his arms again. Then she unbuttoned his shirt, while leaning heavily into him. With his shirt off, Warren was surprisingly well-muscled. Beth tugged at the jeans until each hip was revealed, then slid the jeans off his butt, using her hands for leverage. Finally the only thing holding up his jeans was his raging hard-on. Beth tugged on the jeans, and they puddled at his ankles. His dick sprang forward like a diving board. He stepped out of his jeans, still leaning on Beth. "Thanks for the assist, little filly," he said. Beth used her index finger to make his dick bounce up and down. She shivered again at the sight, then hugged him, pressing every part of her front against his hairy, muscular, frame, tucking his dick to the side. She was about to stop hugging when Warren put his arms around her, which caused Beth to hug even more. Warren's hands drifted south until they gently stroked her buttocks. His finger traced the crack in her ass, and she tipped her hips into him more insistently. Christian watched the show, his own cock bulging at the performance. He knew those breasts, those thighs, that ass, better than Warren could ever dream. He had cum on her tits when she gave him a titty-fuck. Her hands were dainty, yet surprisingly strong and facile. She could coax the cum out of him after the toughest day. And don't get him started on the tricks her tongue knew. Even as Warren's finger grazed Beth's asshole, Christian's own prick trembled at the memory of plunging into her from behind. Beth broke the hug. Before she left Warren, bowed down and kissed the tip of his penis, causing it to undulated wildly. Christian chuckled as she backed away more, and then turned toward the lake. She dove in still wearing her gold and swam strongly to the raft. Vera helped her up using a fireman's hold — hands on forearms, and lift. The warm rain had intensified, so that it was difficult to see clearly even the few yard to the raft. Christian saw Beth and Vera standing on the raft, but it was as if he were looking through a veil. They were shadowy outlines. He saw Warren wrestle with his thick glasses, trying to keep the water from fogging and smearing them. It was late, probably after 2:00. The rain fell more heavily, but the air had only a slight chill. Christian tested the pond, and found it surprisingly warm. "Nice!" he said to Warren. "Some kind of thermal spring. Keeps it right at about 80 degrees year round. Almost too warm in summer, except at night." Warren's own erection had shrunk in the cooler air. Christian dove into the water and swam to within a few feet of the raft. The veil that had separated his view of Beth and Vera had parted. Beth stood facing him, her chin on her shoulder. The colder air had raised goosebumps on her lets and arms, and tightened her nipples into hard little berries. Vera stood behind her and slightly offset. Christian could see the contrast of their wonderful bodies. He was very familiar with Beth's healthy flushed skin, her delicious curves, and soft pubic hair. Vera's body was still new to him, with its golden tan, softer looking breasts, areolae that seemed almost yellow, and honey-colored pubic hair. Her abs were better defined than Beth's but her knees seemed to pucker a little, while Beth's were straight. Vera grabbed Beth's breasts from behind, kneading them gently while Beth let her head roll back. Vera's fingers found the nubs of Beth's nipples and began to roll them into even harder berries. Beth moaned, then reached back with her right hand to search for and find Vera's pussy. Once she found it, she inserted her middle finger into the warm cleft. Vera responded by dropping her left hand from the boob to the cunt, and began to tease Beth's clit. Christian saw Beth knees tremble and shake as she enjoyed fingering Vera, and being explored by her. Beth turned to face Vera and put her arms around her neck so she wouldn't collapse. Vera kept up her fingering, and ran her other hand down Beth's ass. Christian didn't think his boner could get any bigger watching the women. Vera leaned forward and kissed Beth on the mouth. Beth, who looked surprised for a moment, studied Vera's face and then gave herself completely to the pleasure of Vera's touch. She opened her mouth and let their tongues explore for a long time. Christian accepted it, too. Vera was enjoying Beth's excitement. He could almost see Vera's pussy dripping with warm juices. No wonder she didn't allow men to touch her while she wore her waitress outfit. It wasn't a man's cock she wanted between her legs, and never had been. Another set of headlights bounced up the roadway toward the ranch. When it reached the farmhouse, Christian saw an old Chevy he'd seen around the Oasis. The door creaked open. Owen struggled his heavy frame out, wearing a baseball cap and a rain jacket. Christian swam closer to the raft. "It's your father, Beth! You don't want him to see you." Christian didn't think Owen could distinguish his daughter from that distance in this rain, but he didn't want to take chances. "Get in the water until he leaves." Vera laughed, and rubbed a little more vigorously on Beth's clit. Beth squeaked like a toy mouse, and arched her pelvis so Vera could be even more thorough. "Who ya got out dere, Warren?" Owen said in his booming voice. "Is that Vera? She never could say no ta a midnight swim. Who's she got wid her?" Warren held up his rain-soaked glasses, as if that explained his reluctance to identify the women kissing on the raft. Owen lumbered toward him, and the two men embraced. Then they kissed. Christian felt gobsmacked, but now understood how Vera and Warren kept together as a couple. They were each a kind of bait for the other's sexual interests. Beth's eyes rolled back in her head, and she seemed oblivious to anything that didn't involve her own body. She hadn't noticed her father kissing the biker dude. He wondered whether she'd known all along. Beth screamed with pleasure, but it was drowned out by a clap of thunder. She collapsed at Vera's feet, gasping like a sprinter after the race. She rolled on her back, her arms and legs outstretched, while the rain pelted her thighs, abdomen, tits, and shoulders. She covered her face, but seemed to weak to stand up or swim. Vera was proud of what she had accomplished, but looked unsatisfied herself. Beth was too exhausted to return the favors, and the rain was washing a little harder now. Vera approached the edge of the platform to dive in, when Christian grabbed one of her ankles. She looked down her long torso at him. "I'm not going to fuck you, Mr. Big Shot," she said. "I don't want to fuck you, Vera. Sit down." Christian positioned Vera on the edge of the raft with her legs spread wide apart. He swam between them, and Vera's breath quickened. "You are beautiful, but I know I'm not your type. Still, I think I know what you like. After your performance in this April Fools' prank, I think you deserve some TLC yourself." Vera leaned back and didn't fight it when Christian used his tongue to part her labia. His own dick was rock hard, too stupid to know that this goddess would never touch it. His mind foolishly thought that maybe, just maybe, Vera was bisexual. He tongued her golden hairs until she fell backwards on the raft, her arms extended, her back arched in anticipation of the climax building within her. He lightened his licks, which made her whimper a little, so he toughened the lapping again. It was clear she enjoyed that more. He thrust his tongue deeper, isolating the nub of her clitoris, which was bigger than any he had held between his teeth before. When Vera came, she shuddered and bucked for nearly an entire minute. Then she exhaled and relaxed. Juices poured from her onto Christian's face. He laughed in surprise as he wiped his eyes. "Are you sure you're not a woman, Mr. Big Shot?" Vera purred. "Are you sure you don't like cock?" Vera sat up, threw her arms around his head, and pushed him under the water. He came up sputtering. "Okay," he said. "You don't like cock." Beth swam up to Christian. "I think it's your turn," she whispered in his ear. Christian tossed his head in the direction of the ranch house. "That's your dad up there. I thought he was rather protective." She swam around him, so that he was treading water in a circle. "He is protective. He'll probably cut your nuts off when he sees what you and I are doing." "We're not doing anything," Christian said. Beth pushed him into the shallower water until they could both feel the soft earth between their toes. Then she put her arm around his neck and pulled him close for a lingering kiss. He tried to distinguish the taste of her tongue from what might be left of Vera's kisses. Instead he was lost in the excitement of her frenzied tongue. Her ardor didn't decrease as she grasped his dick in her hand, using her fingers to comb the tip of his penis. She guided it into her pussy where she let it lay warm, surrounded by her soft tissue. Christian wondered whether Beth was bisexual and what that might mean for them both as they went forward. At a minimum, she was polymorphously perverse, as Woody Allen would say; she receives sexual pleasure from being caressed anywhere on her body. And what did it say about him, that he was able to give sexual pleasure to a woman like Vera who was clearly gay? He thrust into Beth, and she thrust back, an underwater dance that gave him a controlled buildup of sexual tension. Beth watched is face as they enjoyed each other, almost as if her body were not the one being fucked. The water roiled around them. As he came, the rain stopped abruptly. Vera dove off the raft and swam to the dock. She climbed up the steps, more slowly than necessary, Christian thought, but he was grateful for the lovely show. Owen and Warren waved to Vera, then walked hand in hand into the ranch house. Vera gathered the clothes she had been wearing and when she reached the ranch house, threw the switch. Beth and Christian found themselves in deep darkness. The rain clouds had given way to insistent stars. Christian let Beth lean into him, and pull back, as she wished. She seemed to know how to play him, and he appreciated how she challenged him. While Christian pulled on his clothes, Beth found the yellow bikini. She eased into the bottoms, leaving her ass fully exposed. Then she found the two triangles that comprised the top. She pulled out the two-sided tape, and stuck two pieces to the tiny triangles. She positioned the triangles over her nipples and slapped to affix them. Even in the near darkness, the effect reminded Christian of Beth's nudity, rather than that she was barely covered. "What do you think?" asked Beth. "Someday?" "I like it," he said. "Wear it all you want." She walked demurely toward him, which seemed so at odds with her nudity, and kissed him until he touched her with his hands. He noticed Vera had been watching from a chair on the porch. She gave him a double thumbs up. He made a mental note to send Vera some lovely jewelry. He wondered whether he could handle a three-way. Beth smiled at him and at Vera. The ambiguity of the situation made him realize that he was nothing but an April Fool.

Free Kittens! byJackandJilldo© Free Kittens! Pt. 04 Cheryl smiled broadly at both Vicki and myself, and let out a long drawn-out sigh. "I never thought I would, or could, ever be attracted to another woman," she confessed, "but I have to admit that it was absolutely wonderful. Thank you both very much for sharing this experience with me. I really enjoyed this. I've always been bi curious, but I've never found myself in the situation to try it before." "I didn't either!" Vicki burst out. "I liked it too. Thank you Miss Cheryl, for letting me try it with you too. You're a very pretty lady, and it was nice to suck your boobies." I smiled at Vicki's childish reference to Cheryl's tits. She had made a lot of headway since we had started dating, but she still slipped back to her autistic ways every now and then. "Vicki..." Cheryl began. "I told you earlier that I wanted to talk to you in my office about something. Do you remember that?" Vicki nodded vigorously. "Of course!" she responded. "I'm not in trouble or anything, am I?" "Oh no, of course not!" Cheryl said reassuringly. "It's just that after what we just experienced, I thought perhaps I could talk to you about it now, instead. Would that be okay?" "Oh yes!" Vicki agreed happily, reaching between her legs and masturbating openly in front of both of us. "Mmm, what would you like to talk about?" "Well, we have a lot of visitors who inquire about being clothes-free in the park." Cheryl explained, as she tried to ignore Vicki's innocence. "Like yourselves, they know there are no federal laws regarding public nudity, so I get probably 2-3 calls a week about people wanting to know if they can explore the park without wearing any clothes." "And what do you tell them?" I inquired curiously. "The same thing I told you." she replied. "In this state, you cannot be seen from a public right of way, so once they get out of sight; out of mind." "You do realize that the public right of way to which you refer is actually owned by the Park Service, right?" I responded. "State law ends at the park entrance. It's your rules in the parking lot, Visitor's Center and even along the road itself. As the superintendent, you make that decision, not the state. Anyone can go clothes-free anywhere in the park if they wish, unless you designate it otherwise. Of course, having sex in a public area is something entirely different." Cheryl stared at me for a few seconds. "Are you an attorney by any chance, Jack?" she inquired. I smiled and shook my head. "No, but it does behoove me to keep abreast of the law; no pun intended." I replied. "Why, did I upset you?" "No." Cheryl responded, shaking her own head in reply. "I honestly did not know that. Look, I was going to offer Vicki a job as a docent here in the park, that was free to disrobe once she got out into the pathways, but you have brought up a very good point, and it's something I was not aware of, and I now intend to look into this matter is much greater detail." She turned her gaze to Vicki. "If what Jack says is true, and it's legal to be nude anywhere inside of this park, would you like a job here as a ranger, if you didn't have to wear any clothes?" Vicki stared at Cheryl in stunned silence. "For real?!" she asked excitedly, so overwhelmed she even stopped diddling herself. "I could learn all of the information like everyone else, and lead tours without having to wear any clothes? I could do it all nude?" "Yes." Cheryl replied. "You can even work in the gift shop if you want to. It's entirely up to you." "Where's she going to pin her badge?" I inquired dryly. "Will she have to pierce her clit with it and wear it on her cunt?" "No, smart ass." Cheryl retorted. "She can wear it around her neck on a lanyard. With that and her hat, she will look very professional; I can assure you." Vicki looked at me with sheer excitement in her eyes. "May I, Jack?!" she bubbled. "I could be a real ranger!" "Kitten," I replied slowly and carefully, "you don't have to ask my permission. I don't own you. You're my fiancee; not my pet. If you want to do this, I am behind you one hundred percent. All you have to do is tell me what you want and I'll support you all the way, okay?" Vicki nodded and smiled broadly. "Then... oh yes, Cheryl!" she exclaimed. "I would love to be a nude ranger! I really get to have a real badge and not have to wear any clothes?" "Yes. I want you to be our naturist liaison, if you will." Cheryl answered. "You can lead tours through the park, or like I said, work in the gift shop if you want to. It's up to you." "Well," Vicki replied slowly, "I'm used to working fast food, so I guess I'd love to work in the gift shop. I'd still be behind a cash register, but I'd get to be nude all the time and talk to all of those people. I could always be a guide later on if I wanted to though, right?" Cheryl smiled. "Of course." she said kindly. "You can do whatever you want to. After the recent court ruling regarding Jack Action and Bo Dangles, nudists are now a protected class. So, we need to hire a nudist under the new federal guidelines, and I want you to be that naturist here in this park. Will you take the job? Will you be a naturist in nature... or the gift shop? It's your choice." Vicki grinned broadly and bobbed her head up and down. "Oh yes!" she exclaimed. "I want the gift shop! I'll see so many more people that way. I love talking to people. That's why I like being a cashier. I love my job working the register at Ken Tucker's Fried Chicken, but this would be so much more exciting! When can I start?" Cheryl smiled. "How about a week from Monday?" she proposed. "It will give me time to get your ID and badge, and notify the park service that we have a nudist- oh wait, I forgot something. You have to be a registered nudist for us to be in compliance with the new guidelines." "What the hell is a registered nudist?" I muttered. "That's a new one on me." "Oh, a couple months back, a couple that has an Internet reality porn show had an incident at the airport." Cheryl explained. "The wife was charged with indecent exposure and it went to court. Since an airport is federal property, it was a federal case. The judge ruled she had the right to be clothes-free if she wanted, and created a registry for nudists. If you register, you can't be discriminated against for not wearing any clothes in public. It's a license to be nude all the time; in all fifty states and all US territories." "That would be perfect, Jack!" Vicki said excitedly. "I wouldn't have to wear any clothes even when I leave the house, and I can work here naked as a ranger! Oh please, can I get a nudist license?" "Of course." I replied, still trying to wrap my head around the fact that it was now somehow legal to be nude in public. "I told you, Vicki, you don't have to ask my permission, but I love you for being so respectful though." I turned to Cheryl. "Do you have any idea how she can register and get the license?" I inquired. Cheryl nodded. "Of course. Just go to the federal courthouse and ask for the forms to fill out to become a registered nudist." she explained. "They'll be able to get you squared away. There's a fee I think, for the court costs and all, but if your fiancee really wants to walk around without any clothes on no matter where she is, it would be worth it, I think." "I agree." I said with a nod. "This is something that Vicki really wants to do, so I'll make sure she gets registered as soon as possible. I guess she can bring the paperwork with her when you send her to get a photo for her ID?" "Oh, that's all done digitally now." Cheryl said with a wave of her hand. "Just email a head shot and they'll make her ID. I'll send you the links." We all dressed and began heading back toward the visitor's center. "I can't wait to learn the history of this park!" Vicki bubbled. "This will be the best job, ever!" "What are you going to do when it gets cold out?" I asked. "I'll wear a hat, gloves and boots!" she assured me. "I'll be fine. You don't have a problem with the cold. Just teach me how to stay warm like you do." "My body temperature is three degrees cooler than most." I replied. "I have the ability to alter it to whatever climate I'm in, but it takes about two years. It's just part of my genealogy. I can't teach you that." Vicki looked disappointed but nodded in understanding. "Oh well, I guess I can always put a coat on." she sighed. "But I can take it back off as soon as I get to work!" We reached the visitor's center and Cheryl waved us in her direction. "Come on in." she offered. "I want you to meet everyone you'll be working with. It's a great bunch of people." "Oh goodie!" Vicki exclaimed. "That sounds awesome!" We entered the building, which was an architectural masterpiece of curved laminated wooden beams and glass, and Cheryl cleared her throat and spoke in a loud, authoritative voice. "Hey everybody, I want to introduce you to our newest addition to the park team. This is Vicki and her fiancee, Jack. Vicki will be our first naturist docent under the new federal rules requiring us to employ a registered nudist as a minority class." "That's cool." an older woman with graying hair responded. She approached us and held out her hand. "I'm Glenda." she introduced herself. "Vicki." my fiancee replied, shaking her hand. "This is my fiance, Jack." "Nice to meet you, Jack." Glenda said with a twinkle in her eye. "Will you be joining us as well?" I shook my head. "No, I have a job I'm quite happy with." I replied. "I only work two and a half days a week. If I push it really hard, I can be done in two. I just love my five day weekends." "I'm sure you do!" Glenda exclaimed. "What do you do, if I might ask?" "I put out those free newspapers that you find in your tube each week." I replied. "And you make a living doing that?" she asked incredulously. "Delivering newspapers?" I wasn't certain if she was actually impressed by my short work week or simply being condescending because I was a "paperboy," but I chose to answer the question as if she were simply being curious. "I make about thirty five dollars an hour," I answered, "but I'm actually paid by the piece. I get ten cents apiece, plus some side stuff I do for a nickel while I'm in the neighborhoods. Then, I have a monthly route at again, a dime per paper. I put out seven thousand papers every week, plus another four thousand for the monthly. It comes out to $3,200 a month, plus the $150 for the side stuff, so I'm getting over $3,350 a month, working a total of twelve to thirteen days out of that month. But then, there's an extra month in there, because we get paid every two weeks. I dunno; it's about forty K a year. "I like it, because I have so many days off. It allows me to act and write. That's where I make my real money though. I do voice overs right out of my house for five hundred to five thousand a pop. Then I do commercials and write TV and movie scripts..." I suddenly realized that everyone was staring at me, and I decided to let it go. "Anyway," I added, "to answer your question; yes." "Wow!" Cheryl exclaimed. "That's pretty impressive. I'd like to see some of the things you've been in sometime. Anyway, this is Vicki, and she will be coming on board very shortly, as our nudist ambassador. Please welcome her to the team." "If she's our nudist ambassador, why is she wearing clothes?" a young bearded man in his twenties or so inquired. "Shouldn't she be nude? I mean, how are we to believe she'll actually take her clothes off when she's hired?" "She IS hired, Clarence." Cheryl said briskly. "Vicki, please remove your clothes and take your place at the register." Needless to say, I was stunned at what was transpiring, but I watched in silent fascination as my cute fiancee nodded and began removing her clothes, casting them to one side. When she was completely undressed and fully nude, she smiled at Cheryl. "Give me a printout of the till so I can make sure it's all balanced." she said professionally. "I won't be responsible for any shortages unless the opening numbers balance." Cheryl smiled and removed her own hat, placing it on Vicki's head. "Get that license and show up as soon as you get it." she said warmly. "In the meantime, consider yourself an official park ranger here at Queen's Ridge National Military Park. I'll have your badge in a few days." Vicki beamed with pride and turned to me for reassurance. I nodded with a smile of support and a bit of pride myself. It was hard to believe this was the same dim-witted girl that had invited me to her apartment to see her cat. She was now a confident young lady who was learning new words and facts every day, that brought her closer to smashing the ceiling that had been forced upon her by incompetent doctors and a set of worthless parents. We left the park and headed back to our house, to mull over everything that had taken place. Vicki had of course put her clothes back on once we left the park, but that did not include her top, as she was free to go shirtless in public. I was low on gas, so I pulled into a large auto/truck stop to fuel up before we got back on the interstate to go home. "There's no sign that says 'no shirt, no shoes, no service.'" I said with a grin, as I handed her a twenty. "Tell them you want fifteen dollars on Pump 7." "Okay Jack." she said with a smile. I watched in amusement as she entered the store, fully expecting a ruckus of some sort, but a few minutes later, she returned to the car and handed me a five dollar bill. "Here you go, Love." she cooed. "They didn't say anything to you about being topless?" I asked in astonishment. "No, but a lot of people were sure staring at me!" she answered with a giggle. "It was kind of fun; all those people just looking at my boobies. Even the guy behind the counter kept staring at them. I had to tell him twice, how much gas I wanted." "Just wait until you get registered to walk around completely nude." I mused. "You won't believe the stares you're going to get, Vicki." "I don't mind." she responded. "All my life, people have looked at me strangely and called me weird or worse. I told you someone asked me once if I'd been hit by a truck because of the way I looked and acted. He was being mean of course, but now, I couldn't care less what people say or think. You cared about me and loved me, and I love you. That's all that matters to me." I was truly humbled by her words. As much as I loved her, I had still taken the opportunity to send her into the store with her perky tits sticking out as a joke. But she wasn't a joke, and what I had done was NOT amusing. Very soon, she was going to be my wife, and I had no business setting her up for my own amusement like that. What I had done to her was wrong, and I wanted to make up for it; even though she had no idea that what I had just done has been at her expense. I was filled with regret, and I wanted to make it up to her. "I love you too." I finally managed to say quietly, as I began filling the gas tank. "Look, we haven't had a really nice, quiet dinner out together yet. Why don't I take you out for a nice prime rib dinner in a cozy restaurant?" Vicki's eyes widened, and she nodded like a jack-in-the-box. "Oh yes, please!" she bubbled. "I love steak, and prime rib is so good! I only had it once though. It was at a wedding party. It was good! It wasn't very thick, but it was delicious! I asked my parents if we could have it again some time, but they could never afford it." "You've never had a nice, thick slab of prime rib at a restaurant?" I inquired in surprise. "With a baked potato and a slice of cheesecake or something for dessert?" Vicki shook her pretty little blonde head. "No Sir." she replied politely. "Well you will tonight!" I assured her. "I know a great place that serves an actual giant rib of beef; not just a slice of seasoned meat from a roast beef. It's the real thing." "Oh Jack!" she exclaimed. "That sounds delicious, thank you." Two hours later, we arrived at a small mom'n'pop steakhouse that I had frequented for years. I had stumbled upon it accidentally, and was stunned when the prime rib I ordered was a real rib cut! I was so used to the cuts you get at the chain restaurants that this thing looked stupid when I saw it on my plate, but I was amazed at how good it was! Now, I was about to share that same experience with the homebody woman I loved so very much. "Hey there, Jackie!" the owner greeted me in a thick Greek accent. "Where you been hidin', my friend? My food not agreein' with you or somethin'? Oh I see... you got a lady friend with you. I know where you been now, ha-ha!" I smiled in response. "Hey Argos." I replied with a laugh. "This is my fiancee, Vicki. You're darn right I've been busy!" "Well hello there, Miss Vicki!" he said, taking her hand in his and kissing it politely. "It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance. Welcome to the Argos' Chophouse. We have the best food 24/7. You want a Caesar salad? We got it for you at two AM. You want steak for breakfast? We got top sirloin at six AM." "It IS really good." I admitted, as Argos led us to a table by the window. "I stopped in here the first time at like ten o'clock at night." "Stoned off your ass too!" Argos asserted, as we sat down. "Couldn't even order his dinner straight." "I wasn't stoned, I was tired!" I protested. "I'd been up since two o'clock in the morning. Not my fault I ordered something stupid." "Tell her what it was." Argos said with a grin. I took a deep breath and sighed loudly. "Prime rib and a baked potato, with sour cream and baked potato." I said, making a face. "Happy now?" All of this went over my poor fiancee's head, and she looked confused. "I meant to say butter." I explained. "But baked potato started with a B too." Vicki brightened. "Oh okay. I get it now." she responded. We had a wonderful dinner together, and then headed back to the house. We were going to have a busy day tomorrow, getting her legally registered as a nudist and our applying for the marriage license, so we decided to go to bed fairly early. As we tumbled onto the bed and began removing our clothes, however, we quickly got turned on and started pawing one another vigorously. "I had so much fun today!" Vicki exclaimed, as I squeezed her firm tits in my hands. "I can't believe I made love to another woman with you and then got a new job! It was such a wonderful day, Jack!" "It was." I agreed, as I rolled onto my back and let her climb on top of me. "I enjoyed it too." I reached up to play with her tits as she rode me, stroking my cock with her tight, wet cunt until I could take it no more." "I'm going to cum!" I whispered loudly. "Shoot it inside of me and get me pregnant like that lady in the forest!" she whispered back. "I want to have your baby, Jack." I moaned loudly in reply, and shot my thick load deep inside her belly as I fondled her perky tits firmly. Vicki felt my sperm squirting inside of her and became so excited that she climaxed as well. I could feel her vaginal muscles clamp around my cock as it spurted deep inside of her womb. "Mmm, there was that giant tickle again." she sighed, as she rolled off of me and lay back on the bed. "I wonder what it means?" "It means you released an egg," I said slowly, "and in conjunction with the one you had the other day, I would postulate it probably also means twins." Free Kittens! Pt. 05 "You mean I'm going to be a mommy?" Vicki inquired happily. "And I'll have twins too? Oh Jack, my belly will be so huge!" "Yeah," I replied, "and you'll look great, too!" A thought suddenly came over me. "But the way you walk, it may put you really off balance. We'll have to ask the doctor about that. I don't want you to fall." "Me neither!" she asserted. "I take small steps to keep my balance though. Maybe it will be okay. I'll just be extra careful, that's all." I smiled, and did my best to brush it aside. I shouldn't have said anything so soon, or at least until I decided it may have been a legitimate concern. It was probably nothing to worry about anyway, and now, I may have instilled some trepidation in her over it. "I'm sure it will, Sweetheart." I agreed. "I know you'll be extra careful too. You'll make a very good mother." Vicki beamed at my response. "Thank you, Jack." she replied. "I know you'll make a wonderful father for our kids too. I can't wait to marry you and have a family together. You know, that reminds me of something else." "What's that?" I inquired. "Our wedding!" she exclaimed. "Oh Jack, we have to make plans! Who to invite, where to have it and all. I wonder if they'd let us have it at the military park?" she mused. "Instead of a church or something?" I asked. "You don't want to go down the aisle?" "I've never been to church." she answered. "I think I'd like to have it outdoors, with all of our friends and family there. I know this though, wherever we get married, I want a nude wedding. At least I'm going to be nude. I'd like for you and all of the guests to be nude too. What do you think?" "I think that you would make a very beautiful bride wearing nothing but her veil." I replied. "In fact, I would like very much for you to be completely nude. I'm not certain how comfortable I would be standing there without anything on though, and I'm quite certain that the majority of the guests would be more than a little uncomfortable enough seeing you or both of us nude, so asking them to take their clothes off might be a bit much. They probably wouldn't want to come at all." Vicki looked disappointed. "But it would be so nice for everyone to be nude together!" she protested. "I guess you're right though. Most people don't understand how it feels to go around without any clothes on." She sighed dejectedly, and I felt very badly for her. I know how much she loved being nude; especially in front of other people, and how she wanted others to share that experience with her. It was very difficult for her to comprehend why other people didn't feel the same way that she did about certain things, and this was one of them. To her, being nude meant being free, and she didn't understand that to most people, being nude meant being uncomfortable or even embarrassing; or outright vulgar to some. I had to try and understand her feelings and viewpoints, and do my best to accommodate them without alienating those we wanted to attend our cherished event. "I have an idea." I suggested. "I will agree to be nude as well, but let's not ask anyone in attendance to be so. We will explain in the invitations of our special ceremony, and that we do not expect anyone else to attend clothes-free, however, after a certain point during the reception, anyone who wishes to join us being clothes-free will have the option at that point, to remove their clothes and join us in an au naturale setting. What do you think?" Vicki pondered my suggestion for a few moments, and then nodded vigorously in response; grinning broadly. "Oh yes, Darling!" she bubbled. "I love it, Jack! And I love you too!" She threw her arms around me and kissed me passionately on the mouth. "I want so much, to be your wife." she said quietly. "I want to please you and give you lots of children. I want to make you as happy as you have made me." "Aww, Sweetheart," I responded gently, "you already have. Just don't stop being who you are. That's what makes me happy. Your love and loyalty means more than you can imagine." "I don't know..." she said dubiously, "I have a pretty big imagination." "Well imagine this:" I postulated. "Us going to the courthouse in the morning to get you registered as a legal nudist. Then, you being able to walk around nude in public without a care in the world." Vicki closed her eyes. "I'm imagining it." she replied. "It sounds wonderful!" "Then let's get some sleep so that we can make it happen." I said with a grin. "Oh you!" she exclaimed. "I can't wait though. I hate I had to put my top on for dinner tonight, because of the sign on the door. That really sucks, telling people they won't be served if they aren't wearing shirts or shoes." "Well, after you get registered, they won't be able to discriminate against you anymore." I replied. "It won't matter what the sign says. If anyone tries to bar you from their establishment simply because you aren't wearing any clothes, they can be sued for discrimination under the new laws. So, don't worry your pretty little blonde head over it, okay? Try and get some sleep, as excited as I know you are, and we'll take care of everything first thing in the morning." "Okay, Jack." she replied, snuggling up against me. "I love you, my dearest man. Good night and sweet dreams." "Sweeter dreams." I replied with a smile. I turned the light off, and a few minutes later drifted off to sleep. I had crazy dreams all night about us getting married nude in different places; each one more bizarre than the one before it. The last one was us being wed as a royal couple, with the whole thing being broadcast live on television around the world! To say that her suggestion and desire to have a nude wedding was affecting my dreams was an understatement! I awoke to the very pleasant sensation of Vicki's warm, wet mouth engulfing my penis and slowly stroking it with her lips, as she sucked it expertly. I sighed and smiled, opening my eyes to the sight of my dick inside of her mouth, as her head bobbed up and down. It wasn't long, before I let my load loose inside her mouth. She took it all, like a dutiful wife would do for her husband, and swallowed every last drop with gusto. Vicki ran her tongue all over the underside of my dick, cleaning up every last drop, before taking her mouth from it. She smiled broadly at me, and then snuggled up against me, running her fingers through my hair. "Good morning, my Love." she said sweetly, as she gently licked her lips. "Was that a nice way to wake up?" "It was." I said with a smile. "I'd love to wake up to that every morning!" "Then I will do that for you!" she asserted dutifully. "No more alarm clocks for my special man! From now on, you tell me when you want to get up, and I will suck you awake, okay? You just lay there and let your darling Vicki suck your dick until you cum in my mouth. Then, we can both get up and shower together. I will do this for you every morning for as long as you want. Nothing is too good for the father of my children. I told you Jack, I will make you the happiest man in the world. "Then, while you're getting dressed, I'll fix your breakfast. I won't have to worry about getting dressed any more," she giggled, "so I can spend that time making you scrambled eggs and sausage. While you're eating your delicious breakfast, I'll slide under the table and suck your cock until it's hard again. Then while you're eating, I'll give you another wonderful blowjob, and you can cum in my mouth all over again! While you're swallowing the protein from your eggs, I'll be swallowing the protein from your sperm. Would you like that?" "Very much." I replied. "Why don't we take that shower together and get dressed, so that we can be at the courthouse when it opens? The sooner we get there, the sooner you can register and take your clothes back off." "Sounds good to me." she agreed. We had a very cozy shower together, then dressed and headed out. Vicki chose to wear nothing but a pair of denim shorts, a thin white tee shirt and a pair of black and white high-top Keds. She looked really cute too, but not as cute as she would look once she was wearing nothing but the sneakers. We arrived at the county court complex just as it was opening, so we were the first to arrive at the County Registrar's office. He greeted us personally, as his clerk hadn't arrived yet. "Good morning!" he said cordially. "How may I help you two this morning?" "Good morning, yourself." I replied. "My fiancee and I would like a marriage license, and in addition, she would also like to become a registered nudist." He smiled at my reply as though I had made a humorous remark. "The marriage license I can help you with okay, but there's no such thing as registering to become a nudist." he replied. "Your fiancee is pretty cute though, and I'll admit that while I would love to see her nude, there is nothing to make it legally happen. I wish there was some sort of registry to make all of this happen, but at this point in time there isn't. I'm sorry." "It's a federal ruling." I replied. "Registered nudists are now a protected class. She was just hired by the Park Service to become their first clothes-free docent. She needs the paperwork so that she can get her ID." "Like I said," he responded, "I'd really like to help you out, but as far as I know, there's no such thing as registering to be a nudist." "Then you need to contact a federal judge." I said politely but firmly. "Even if you don't have the proper forms here in the office, you can download them, I'm sure. You're an elected official. You should stay on top of this stuff. Not trying to be a hard ass here, but if you don't get the proper forms for her to fill out, you and the county will be in violation of the ruling, and subject to a discrimination lawsuit against nudists." The registrar suddenly smiled again. "C'mon, did Herbie put you up to this?" he inquired. "I haven't been back in the States for twenty four hours yet, and he's trying to get me already. You guys!" He let out a laugh. "So, did you really need a marriage license, or was that just part of the act?" he asked with a guffaw. "You two are good. Are you local talent or something?" "No," I replied, in a somewhat annoyed tone, "we are a couple who need a marriage license, and my fiancee needs a nudist license on top of it. Just getting back in the States? Where the hell have you been, anyway?" "I've been in Puerta Vallarta for the past two weeks, why?" he answered in a slightly stuck-up tone of voice. I looked sat Vicki and shrugged. "That explains it." I responded. "Look, this isn't a gag. No one's playing a joke on you. I have no idea who the hell Herbie is, but this was a federal ruling that went into effect while you were out of the country whether you realize it or not - and I'm serious - you need to call a federal judge and get the proper forms, or else I'm calling my attorney." "You're serious?" he said dubiously. "This isn't a joke?" "Do I look like I'm fucking laughing?" I snapped. "You're pissing me off." "No, but that sort of language is extremely inappropriate." he said with a frown. "I'm going to have to ask you to leave." "Smile!" Vicki called out from my left, as she held her phone up. "You're being recorded discriminating against me by refusing to issue me a nudist license. This is all live streaming, by the way." The registrar looked flustered. "I don't know what you expect me to do!" he burst out. "Call a god damned judge, like I told you to, two minutes ago!" I growled. "I'm losing my patience with you." He threw his hands in the air, and let out an audible sigh. About that time, an older woman entered the office and smiled at us in greeting. "Wilma!" he hollered. "Do you know anything about some federal ruling regarding registering to go nude?!" The woman nodded. "Of course. We all got a memo regarding this. It's on your desk. It has all the information, including the form number, so you can print one out. We haven't gotten hard copies yet. I'm sure it's only a matter of time before someone wants to register." The registrar looked stunned. "I... uh... umm... don't know what to say." he mumbled. "I'm sorry. I really thought this was a joke or something." "Well it wasn't!" Vicki admonished him. "You should listen more carefully to your constituents from here on out. We voted for you!" "I will." he sighed. "Wilma, will you get the necessary paperwork printed out for her? While you're doing that, I'll get a marriage certificate." He turned back to us. "I'm really sorry." he apologized. "Not a good way to make a first impression, was it?" "No," I replied grudgingly, "but it does take a lot to admit you made a mistake. Not too many politicians do that these days. We accept your apology." He grinned broadly "Thanks!" he said with a smile. "You know, I feel really badly about all of this. I'd like to make it up to you if I may, by offering to marry you myself. I am a justice of the peace, you know." Vicki giggled, and I smiled. "What gives?" he inquired. "It's a legitimate offer." "My wife wants a nude wedding, and we were wondering where we were going to find someone to perform the ceremony." I replied with a smile. "Thank you so much for your offer. We will hold you to it." The registrar sighed loudly. "Open mouth; insert foot." he lamented. "Don't worry, I'll stand by my word. I feel really badly about all of this too. No charge for either license, either. Consider it part of my apology, and an early wedding present to the both of you. I'll take care of filing the marriage certificate after I perform the ceremony, and Wilma has the paperwork for you to sign to become a registered nudist. Just sign here, and here." Vicki smiled broadly and took the pen from him, carefully signing her name in both spots. "There you go." he said with a smile. "You are now officially registered as a legal nudist, Vicki. Congratulations!" "Can I take my clothes off now?" she inquired eagerly. "Yes, you are now an official nudist. I can't stop you. Not that I would anyway. You folks have a wonderful day." Vicki gleefully shed her shorts and tee shirt, leaving her wearing nothing but her sneakers. I took them from her and rolled them up, tucking them under my arm. "Just remember to have an ID made with your registration number on it!" he called after us. "No one will be able to stop you as long as you are properly identified." With that, we exited the office, and Vicki could barely contain herself (pardon the pun). She darted about excitedly, eliciting stares of disbelief as we left the building and headed back to my car. "Oh Jack, this is wonderful!" she exclaimed. "I feel so free! Oh my gosh, I can't believe I'm actually walking around nude in public! It was great at the park, but this is so much better! Thank you, Jack! Oh, thank you!" "You're welcome." I said with a smile. It was wonderful to see the love of my life so happy. She was acting like a little girl on Christmas morning; tearing open present after present, and trying to play with all of her new toys at once. We got into the car, and as I guided it down the parking garage ramps toward the exit, Vicki happily began playing with herself; no toys needed. I had to smile at her innocence. It was so cute too see her sitting there, wearing nothing but a pair of Keds and openly masturbating in public, simply because it felt good. We approached the exit, and I turned to her. "Hold up a sec." I said casually. "I have to pay the attendant. What you're doing is technically illegal." "It is?" she asked in a surprised tone. "Yes, I told you before, you can't masturbate in public. Even though you're a nudist now, what you are doing is still considered lewd behavior. You can be nude; just not lewd. Remember what I told you at the park?" "Yes, I had forgotten," she replied, "but I will make certain that I do not touch myself in public again." "Good Girl!" I complimented her. "Once we get back on the road, it will be okay, as long as no one sees you do it." I pulled up to the attendant's shack and gave her my ticket. Her eyes bugged out of her head as she looked at Vicki sitting next to me totally nude, and smiling back at her in the most friendly manner. "Wow, you sho' is brave, goin' around like that!" she exclaimed. "Good fo' you, Girl! Show them titties!" I smiled and nodded. "She just registered to be a legal nudist." I explained, as I handed her a dollar. "No one can say anything about it. Maybe you should try it too. Looks like you have a nice set of boobs on you too. Just go the County Registrar's office." "Hell no! I ain't flopping these big ol' titties out!" she laughed. "They'd prolly hang down past my belly button." "That sounds pretty sexy." I replied, as the gate lifted. "Too bad. I've love to see them. Have a great day though!" We turned onto the main road and headed for home. "First stop, the pharmacy!" I exclaimed. "Let's get you one of those medical bracelets made up with your nudie number on it, okay?" "Okay!" she agreed happily. "Then, will you take me to lunch?" It was at this point, that everything began to actually dawn on me. This was no longer a fantasy; it was real. Vicki was fully nude, and I would be under just as much scrutiny as her, simply by association. I pulled into the parking lot of the pharmacy with a great deal of trepidation. My heart was beating fiercely with anticipation, as we exited the car and entered the store. As expected, several people gasped at Vicki's exhibitionism, and an employee came forward to handle the situation. By his white shirt and sloppy blue tie, it was obvious that he was the store manager. He gawked at her unclothed body for a few seconds, before clearing his throat and finally addressing her. "Umm... Miss... are you aware that you aren't wearing any clothes?" he finally inquired in a hoarse voice. "Of course!" she replied. "That's a stupid question. Wouldn't YOU know it if you weren't wearing any clothes?" I snickered as quietly as I could, but it still garnered his attention. "Are you with her?" he demanded. "I am." I responded as casually as I could. "What seems to be the problem here?" "She's naked!" he burst out. "That's the problem! I can't have someone walk into my store without any clothes on! It's against the law!" "Actually, it's not." I said coolly. "That's why we're here." "She obviously has a mental problem." someone whispered quietly to her friend. "Call the police before she leaves." Vicki whipped around and addressed the other patron. "First of all, I do NOT have a mental problem!" she snapped. "Secondly, I am not deaf either. I may be autistic, but I can hear just fine, thank you very much!" "So, she DOES have a mental problem then!" the woman exclaimed. "She's autistic. Call the cops! She's a streaker! Lock her up!" "She's a registered nudist!" I stated loudly. "And anyone who calls the cops on her is liable for a lawsuit. So shut your mouth." I turned back to the manager. "The whole reason we are here," I explained, "is for her to get one of those medical ID bracelets with her name and identification number on it. Be advised, if you do not honor this request, you will be in violation of federal law. I have all of her paperwork right here, seeing as she has no place to put it herself. I strongly suggest that you look it over completely, before you make any hasty or otherwise stupid, decisions." I thrust it at him, and he took it from me. He glanced over it for a few seconds, noting the official seal on the document and nodded. "My apologies." he responded. "I had no idea. You are totally welcome in this store, Miss. In fact, I will make the bracelet myself. Please follow me and have a seat in the pharmacy's waiting area. I will have this made up for you in less than ten minutes." I nodded, and we followed him to the back of the store. Vicki and I sat down on the row of seats, and a young girl looked at us intently, as her mother shielded her eyes and tried to look the other way and brush us off. "Hey Lady, how come you're not wearing any clothes?" she asked inquisitively. "Isn't that against the law?" "Yes it is!" her mother snapped. "Don't you talk to her, Sallee. She's disgusting. She'll be going to jail, I'm sure." "No it isn't," Vicki explained in the same professional voice that used when taking my order for a delicious grilled and spicy chicken sandwich at 5:00 AM, "and despite what your mother says, I will not be going to jail. You see, people like myself who think it's just as wrong for the government to force us to be clothed as it would be for them to tell you or your mom to go around naked, won a court battle. I have the right to be nude all the time. Even here, in this store." "Wow!" the girl burst out. "That's so cool! I love the way it feels when I come home from the pool and take my bathing suit off in my room. I just love to stand there with nothing on! It feels so weird and free at the same time. And you get to be like that all the time! That's awesome! Hey Mom, why don't you try it?" "I think not, Sallee!" her mother retorted, jerking her off the chair by her wrist. "Those people are disgusting. Don't talk to them anymore. They have no ethics or shame. She's nothing but a circus freak! A freak who likes to prance around without any clothes on. She belongs in the middle of a circus ring. Disgusting bitch!" I glanced over at Vicki, who suddenly looked like she was on the verge of bursting into tears. She had done her best to navigate the situation - and I was very proud of her - but now, it was time for me to stand up for my soon-to-be wife. "What gives you the right to trash talk my wife?" I demanded. "Is it because she has a great body and wants to be able to show it off? Maybe you're just jealous, because you look like a living jelly roll! Are you the official mascot for Drunkin' Doughnuts?" I was furious at this point, and Vicki touched my arm reassuringly. "It's okay, Jack." she said quietly. "I don't want any trouble. Let's just get my bracelet and leave, okay?" I glared at the woman for a second, and then nodded. At that point, the manager approached us with Vicki's shiny new stainless steel nudist bracelet in his hand. "Here you go!" he said enthusiastically. "Thirty five bucks. Follow me and I'll ring you up myself. So sorry for the issues earlier." "I have a new one." I stated tersely. "This woman bullied my wife for expressing her right to be nude. She called her names and tried to make her feel like she was some sort of a freak." The manager turned to the woman in question. "Did you call this lady a freak?" he inquired. "Well, yeah... I mean she's parading around without any clothes on." she stammered. "No one in their right mind would do that. And her boyfriend sticking up for her! Don't tell me you think this is okay, let alone legal!" "It is." he replied. "And I want you to know that from here on out, you are permanently banned from this store. If you ever come back, I will call the police and have you trespassed from the entire chain, do you understand me?" The woman looked at the manager with the same blank and dumbfounded stare as an elementary school student who had just had his lunch taken from him by the school bully. "But I need my meds!" she protested. "You can't just kick me out!" "Your order will be filled," he replied, "but you will need to contact your doctor to have your prescriptions sent to another location from here on out." He turned to Vicki. "Please follow me." he instructed. "I am so sorry for all of this. People can still be stupid I guess, even in this day and age." "Don't worry about it." I replied. "That's their ignorance; not yours. Have a wonderful day, and a Happy Fourth of July as well! I know we're going to have a lot of sex with fireworks to celebrate. That's a fact." Vicki smiled at me. "That reminds me of an old movie." she responded. "That's the fact Jack!" 6

Fun Trip to Six Flags by Adam byapplevalyan© I've been dying to tell someone of my wife's and my exciting and fun filled trip to 'Six Flags over Georgia' this past summer. We had gone there for our fifth wedding anniversary; well we had gone to Atlanta actually, 'Six Flags' was a last minute decision. Her family now lives in the Atlanta area after moving there from our hometown of Burlington, Vermont and we hadn't seen them since our wedding.  Denise and I got married right after high school and I joined the 'Air Force' and got stationed on the island of Guam. They said I could be stationed there 1 ½ years by myself or 3 years if I brought my wife alone. Hello! 3 years on a tropical island with my young horny wife with no family around to bother us. Easy decision!  We both enjoyed our time in Guam. The weather in Guam runs between 70 degrees to 85 degrees year round, which sure beats the winters in Vermont. Denise eventually started wearing less clothing around than she did at home back in Burlington, Vermont which didn't bother me a bit. After the first year, I don't think she opened her dresser drawer that contained her bras and after the second year, she almost quit wearing panties. The only time she wore them was when she wore her short dresses or skirts and then they were mostly thongs. As far as I knew, she never went pantiless under her skirts or dresses, except once when she once wore a long formal dress to a 'New Years' fancy dress ball we attended, and she didn't want 'VPL".  Her normal everyday attire was usually just a tight tank-top, a halter top and some short-shorts. She finally got her a thong bikini to wear on the base beach after almost a year there when she noticed that almost every girl there was wearing one. Something she said she would have never done back at home.  The Air Force sent me to Norton Air Base in California the last 6 months of my military life and when I got out we went to Atlanta to visit her family for a while before moving to Florida where I had a job offer waiting for me.  The third weekend home, we decided to get away by ourselves for a bit and decided to go to 'Six Flags'. I asked Denise to wear one of her smaller halter-tops and her very short jean skirt for me. Denise said she had no problem with that but said she needed to wear something under it besides panties because she knew her crotch would be in full view in that skirt every time she sat down. I told her to wear her little black bikini swimsuit bottom. She smiled and said, "Yes, that would work fine." So soon after breakfast, we dressed and headed to 'Six Flags'. I wore some cargo shorts with many pockets so I could carry a lot of things. In one I had my wallet, which was inside a zip-lock baggy to keep everything dry. In another I carried some extra cash, in a baggy for easy access. And in another I sneaked a couple pair of Denise's panties I hoped I could talk her into later that day.  The yellow halter-top she wore was just big enough to look respectable but thin enough I could just see her nipples. Between the halter and her low-rise jean skirt was a good 8inches of well-tanned bare mid-riff. She looked hot!  On the first ride we rode, I noticed that Denise was right. After attempting to pull her skirt down as she sat, it was still sitting so high on her legs, her crotch was still easy to see and some young teenager was staring right at it. I looked where he was looking, and then looked at Denise and she was smiling while looking at the kid.  I leaned over to her and said, "It looks like you don't mine some kid looking at your swimsuit covered crotch. I wonder how you would feel if he was looking at panties instead of you swimsuit? Do you now wish you had of worn panties?" She looked at me and gave me a big smile and said 'Maybe.' This continued the next couple hours and a few more rides, except she gave up pulling down her skirt when she sat. We took a break and had lunch and Denise told me she needed to go to the restroom. I stopped her and reached into one of my pockets and gave her one of her black thong panties. I said to her, "How about putting these on for me honey and bring what you wearing back to me. Let's see how much fun you can have now." She looked at what I put in her hands and she had a surprised look on her face and then she smiled and said, "OK, I will if you really want me too."  Denise made me proud and hard the next couple of hours. She didn't change anything from the way she acted that morning except that now people were looking at her panties. She sat in the same no big deal way! Except now I could easily make out her camel-toe in the tight cotton panties.  While we were in line, I even reached under the back of her skirt a couple times to rub her bare ass and she didn't even try to stop me, just the opposite. The second time I did it; she turned and faced me and gave me a big wet kiss as I grabbed both her bare ass cheeks in my hands. She had never let me grope her in public before. Not even in her thong bikini while on the beaches back on Guam! Around 3 pm, we were sitting in the shade near a snack bar sucking down a couple of soft drinks when I jokingly asked her if she was getting horny letting the guys see her panties. She looked me right in the eyes and said, "You bet I am! Why don't you reach down and see just how wet I am?" I called her bluff and reached down then and there with people around us. Her panties were sopping wet and I don't mean wet from the water rides.  I reached into another pocket I told her, "Those are sopping wet, you should get out of them, here, go put these on and bring me those back." Her eyes got big when I gave her a pair of thin light blue g-string panties but then she smiled and stood saying, "Your wish is my command." She was back in a couple minutes handing me her wet black panties. I put then in one of my pockets, took her hand and headed for the rapids ride as Denise said, "Let the fun begin!" When we got on the ride I let Denise go first and I noticed she sat across from three young men and they quickly noticed her blue panties and I swear that just before she sat down she lifted up the back of her skirt before she sat down. We got splashed on the first time we rode the ride that day but this time we got completely soaked. Denise's yellow halter-top became transparent! Her nipples were very visible and you could easily see her hairless pussy right through her thin wet light blue panties.  She looked down and seen how exposed she was and then she started laughing. She looked at the boys staring at her with their mouths open and spread her arms and said to them, "Looks like I got a bit wet doesn't it, and I hope you guys don't mine, but I'm having fun!" Denise got off the ride and never made one attempt in covering herself up. She walked, no, strutted down the paths to the next ride which was a roller-coaster, with her chest pushed out letting anyone and everyone see her nipples thru her wet top.  It was surprising how short the line was when we got there, I kissed her and told her I was proud of her and was glad she was having fun showing off. Then I asked her if she was going to lift her skirt again when she sat down. She smiled and told me she hadn't thought about it but just might if it was a guy coming down the cars to make sure the lap-bars were locked. When we got to the entry area Denise turned to me smiling and told me it was a guy checking the lock-bars. When we sat down, Denise pulled the skirt up and sat on her bare ass. Her wet blue panties were completely uncovered and I couldn't help myself and reached over and stroked her pussy, Denise closed her eyes and moaned, until I seen the guy coming our way. Denise opened her eyes and looked him square in his eyes as he checked our lap-bar. Luckily we were in the last row and he stopped and started at Denise's crotch a couple seconds. He probably couldn't believe her was almost seeing her pussy.  When we started our climb up, I reached over and pulled her panties to the side and slipped a finger into her wet pussy and managed to bring her to an orgasm before we were halfway through the ride. When we climbed from the car, the same guy was there to help us out. I seen Denise pull her skirt back down as she stood but I didn't see if she checked to see if her panties back in place. If she didn't, that fellow may have got a good look at her pussy.  Denise said she had to go pee after we got off the ride and when she returned, she reached out to me and said, "He put these in one of you pockets. I don't think I need these anymore today." It was her blue panties. My lovely wife was now pantiless under her little jean skirt in public. Something I had dreamed about her doing but I never thought she would ever do. I knew that if she ever sat down the rest of the day, her pussy would be on display. I didn't know if she was planning on doing that or not, but I would love to see her do it. I just hope I can get her to go pantiless for me more often. She grabbed my hand and pulled me up saying, "OK, let's go ride that roller coaster again so you'll have time to get me off again." This was definitely not the same shy girl I married back in Vermont; I love this one even more! After that ride, which she let the guy checking lap-bars get a good look at her bare pussy, she pulled me into a restroom and had me fuck her. Fun Trip To Six Flags by Denise Hi, my name is Denise. My husband Adam sent in his version of this story and told me I should send in my side of the event and it sounded like fun, so here goes. I am currently 23 yrs. old and I have been married 5 yrs. to my old childhood sweetheart named Adam. We grew up together as neighbors in Burlington, Vermont. We played together, shared our first kiss and played doctor together a few times while still very young. We got married right after high school with our parents' blessings just before he joined the 'Air Force'. I lost my virginity to him when we were only 15 years of age and have never regretted it. We were very careful when it came to sex, he wore condoms and I got on the pill when I was 16. We had sex as often as possible and often on semi-public locations. Now that I look back, I'm pretty sure my mom knew we were having sex but she never let on about it. That could explain why she wasn't the least bit shocked when I admitted to her a couple months after our wedding when Adam and I started having sex. She said she was just glad we were careful and used contraceptives.  We got married two months before Adam left for basic training in Texas. Since my house was bigger, he moved in with my family until he left and I stayed there when he left. We were having sex two to three times a day after we got married and I sure missed that when he left. I had to resort to my fingers daily, something I hardly ever did until then. After basic training they sent him off to school in Mississippi for more training.  When he came home after school, he told me we needed to pack up everything because he had orders for the island of Guam for 3 years. He told me he had a choice of 1 1\2 years along without me or 3 years there with me. He said he could not stand the thought of a year and a half without me so he chose the 3 years with me. I was in a mild shock, the thought of having to leave my family and friends and move halfway around the world to a new and strange place made me uncomfortable, but I loved him and decided we could work it out.  It was a cold snowy day when we left Burlington and a nice warm sunny day when we arrived on Guam. The island was just like the pictures I looked at on the internet. It was beautiful! We were met at the airport by someone from the base and taken to our 'on base' home. It wasn't fancy but it was ours for the next 3 years.  It was within easy walking distance to the base swimming pool, which Adam and I used almost daily, and the commissary. Our meager possessions arrived in a couple days so we slept in the base motel until we unpacked everything. We didn't need a car on base, we walked or used a little scooter we bought to get around or we could use the free base shuttle bus. Once in a while we rented a car on-base to go to town or cruise around the island. We decided to save our money the next 3 years and buy a good car when we got back to the good old USA. I quickly found out my long pants were not practical for here and cut off and hemmed most of them into shorts but within a month had cut off most of them to short-short length which I liked better. Adam talked me in cutting off a couple of my oldest and tightest jean shorts to super short-shorts. I was uncomfortable wearing these around at first but soon got use to them when I noticed almost all the other women wearing them too. I noticed most of the younger girls and women around here didn't wear bras either so I experimented with that a bit too.  Adam liked me going braless. It really didn't bother me much unless my shirts were thin and you could see my hard nipples though my shirts. I hardly ever went braless back home and I felt a bit uncomfortable and even a bit naughty doing it here. That's why I think my nipples were hard most of the time. But since it seemed like the normal way to dress here, I tried it and soon found I liked being braless especially in public. I found I liked the extra attention I seemed to get. At first I was a little put-off when the men stared at my braless breast and my hard nipples but soon I actually began to enjoy the looks and smiles. I know Adam liked it when I went braless in public with him; he was always trying to touch them in public. At first I would stop him but found I actually enjoyed his extra attention in public and eventually let him get a few feels in but within a few months, I never stopped him. I even let him feel me up in public once in a while.  My favorite place to let him play with my tits was on 'Tarague Beach', which was a beach on the Pacific Ocean on the Air Force Base. Adam noticed that a lot of girls were running around in tiny thong bikinis. He suggested I get me one to wear. I told him "no way" but deep inside I wanted one to wear but didn't have to guts to wear something that small in public, yet. I was still a bit uncomfortable in my new little tie-side string bikini, but I found I did enjoy walking along the beach braless in a white tank-top and my bikini bottoms. Adam liked to toss me in the water in my white tank-top giving me that wet t-shirt look. The first time he did it, I was pissed! The top made me look like I was topless but soon I got used to being over-exposure and by the time we left, I was beginning to enjoy it a bit but I didn't let Adam know that.  I know I liked excitement of letting everybody see my wet titties but I never let Adam know just how much I enjoyed it because I was supposed to be his shy little wife. I just couldn't tell him how much I really was enjoying this new exhibitionist side of me. I use to do a lot of walking and/or jogging for my exercise and I usually wore one of my thin t-shirt or tank-tops and some short-shorts.  Most of my walks lasted a couple hours and here in Guam, you never know when you will encounter a quick passing tropical rain shower and many times I got soaking wet causing my thin tops to become see-thru which of course I enjoyed. Many drivers have seen me in my wet shirts as I walked along the sidewalks beside the roads, just as I had planned. A few weeks after I found my enjoyment of getting my thin shirts wet outside, I started cropping them off. Now they were thin and short.  After my or sometimes Adam's and my walk/jogs, I or we usually ended up at the base pool to cool off, Adam and I rented a locker there and I kept his swim-shorts and my string-tie side bikini there to change into for my swim. I never got to wear one of my thongs here because they didn't allow them because since it was a family pool there were children there sometimes. The lifeguards were usually GI's earning part-time money and they never complained when I showed up in my wet outfits to put my bikini on. A few times there weren't any kids there and they told me I could swim in what I had on. And you know I did!  It all started one day when I showed up alone when it was raining and I stopped and talked to one them knowing he was getting and eye-full of little ole wet me. I just happened to mention that it was ashamed I had to change clothes to swim in since I was already soaking wet. When he said as long as he was concerned and as long as no kids were around, I could wear in anything I wanted to or didn't want to wear when I swam. And when I did swim in my cropped off top that day, it kept floating up above my tits, bearing them for the lifeguard watching over me. The first few times I pulled it back down and then just gave up and let it go and it usually ended up above my tits. I enjoyed knowing they were uncovered and some guy was checking them out. I told Adam that night what happen and he said he hoped it would happen when he was with me one time.  Within a few months of my first public braless adventure, I quit wearing my bras period! I discovered I hated to wear them. I actually threw them out all but for four or five of my nicer, sexier bras which I kept in back of my underwear drawer just in case. I bought a few more short-shorts to wear and I was surprised at the large selection I had to choose from here. Long pants were hard to find. I found some really short short-shorts to wear, even shorter than my shortest cut-offs. They were so short, my ass cheeks hung out of them, I loved them!  I bought this one pair that was so small, I had trouble finding panties to wear under them. (I found out later they were actually boy-cut panties that looked more like shorts than panties and when I found that out, I bought a few more to wear.) Adam suggested I not wear any underwear under them, I tried it and he loved it. Well, I loved it too but I didn't want him to know that. Well, that got me experimenting with not wearing panties under all my shorts. I found I liked the freedom I felt at being pantiless and I actually felt cooler in these warm temperatures so I slowly quit wearing panties too. I was becoming such a naughty girl. Walking around in public with no bra or panties on and enjoying it.  Adam found out and congratulated me for doing it. Well, he did more than just congratulate me for it. He couldn't keep his hands off me and I liked that! After he found out what I wasn't wearing in public, we started having sex a lot more often and I liked that. So there was another plus for not wearing underwear. It makes your man hornier than normal! I found out I got kick out of wear those boy-cut panties around outside in public acting like I thought they were just short-shorts. I started to enjoy going grocery shopping now, especially when all I was wearing was a cropped off t-shirt or tank-top and a pair of my boy-cut panties and sandals while I shopped. I also started wearing them when I went for my walks/jogs around the base along with my thin, short tops. They became my favorite short-shorts; I mean panties, to wear out in public. Over the next couple of years, we enjoyed our time in Guam. It really is a tropical paradise and it will be hard to leave when Adam's tour runs out here. I eventually threw out all my old panties and replaced them with 8 to 10 tiny thong and g-string panties which I only wore under my short skirts and dresses. All my skirts were short and a couple skirts were very short, but I found I preferred going pantiless under my knee length or longer dresses. Then one day Adam's wish came true, we were out walking and I was wearing one of my boy-cut panties and a crop-top tank-top and over halfway through our planned jog, the bottom fell out. Adam was grinning saying it looked like I was walking round topless and then he said he hoped no one was at the pool when we got there. There wasn't, just one of the usual lifeguard, one whom has seen me swim in my wet tops a couple times. I introduced him to Adam. He looked a bit unhappy about seeing him there; I guess he thought he wouldn't be seeing my tits today. I then asked if I could still swim in what I was wearing and he smiled and perked up and said 'Sure!' I talked to him a bit as Adam put on his swim-shorts.  When Adam appeared, I jumped in the pool with him right behind me. It felt strange swimming in the rain. A few seconds later, I felt his hands sliding around me grabbing my bare tits. I turned in his arms and gave him a hug and kiss as I made sure my tits wear uncovered so I could hug him skin to skin. I instantly felt his dick hardening against me so I wrapped my legs around him and ground my crotch against his. Seconds later, I felt his hands sliding down inside my shorts/panties and grabbing my ass cheeks. I knew I wanted to get naughty; I broke away from Adam and asked the lifeguard if it was still alright for me to take off my top if I wanted and he said I could take off anything I wanted. I smiled at him as I stood waist deep in the pool and pulled off my top and placed it near the edge. I faced him now topless and pulled down my bottoms and put them on top of my shirt.  I walked naked back over to Adam and wrapped my legs around him and gave him a big hug as he whispered in my ear, "Is my naughty wife having fun?" I told him I was having a ton of fun. Then he asked, "Are you going to get redressed in the pool or out so he can get a better look at you." I told him I hadn't decided yet. About five minutes later as Adam was playing with my pussy and I had his dick out playing with it and seriously thinking about letting him fuck me here and now in the pool with the guy watching. A car pulled up and a family got out. Adam helped me get dress and we left without them seeing us. We were home in ten minutes and fucking in eleven.  I did end up buying a couple thong bikinis to wear on the beach for Adam, and me too during our last year and a half there. I ordered a 'Wicked Weasel black lace g-string to surprise Adam with by wearing it on 'Tarague Beach'. There were many times I would pull a little skirt on over my thong bikini bottom and go to the store or somewhere dressed like that.  There in Guam running around in a bikini top shopping is acceptable and I like that. Then I could go to the beach and take my skirt off and I was ready. Towards the end of Adams tour, he wanted me to get topless on the beach. I acted like I didn't want to but I had already been thinking about it for a few weeks so it didn't take much persuading to get me to do it since by this time I was already practically nude since I wearing just that black lace g-string on that public beach. At first I just laid on my towel and I found I really like lying there topless letting others see me. Before Adam's tour was done, he and I walked the entire length of 'Tarague Beach' a few times with me topless. I was so horny; I often pulled Adam into one of the beach restrooms before we had to leave and had him fuck me and twice we got naked at the far end of the beach and had sex behind some bushes. On the trip to the USA, I wore a knee length button-up dress on the flight with the bottom four buttons undone so I could flash some leg as I walked. I removed my panties in the airplane restroom during the flight and gave them to Adam when I returned. His eyes got big when I gave him my warm, wet panties. His eyes remained big as I unbuttoned a couple more buttons and showed him my sex. I pulled a blanket down over me telling him I was getting cool and needed to be warmed up while I gave him smile and a wink. He got the message and put his hand though the split of my dress and his fingers quickly found my waiting pussy.  We were in no hurry and he took his time to bring me to orgasm then I got his handkerchief he always carries and returned the favor by giving him a hand-job and filling his hanky with his cum. We fell asleep soon after and were awaken just before landing. Adam led the way to baggage claim as I followed. I noticed people looking at me strangely then I remembered the extra buttons undone and glanced down. Yep, it was still unbuttoned all the way to my pussy. I then felt a hot flash from my gut to my pussy. I looked down again and decided they couldn't see much and if they did it could only be a very quick flash so I decided it would be cool to just to leave it alone for now.  Once we stopped at the baggage claims I thought of maybe buttoning at least one button. I brought to Adam's attention that I had forgotten to button my dress back up and asked if I should or not. He looked down and said he couldn't see anything and said I should just leave it alone, it looked fine. I knew better but decided to leave it anyway. Once we got into the cab to the base, I made sure to let my dress open up as I sat. You guessed it, my dress opened to above my shaved bare pussy. I did or said nothing until Adam noticed. "Whoa!" he said, "Maybe you might need to button up a couple buttons. I love what I see but this ain't Guam and I don't want you to get arrested."  I smiled at him and said, "Oh Boo-Hoo! I like this and I'm having fun, but if you think I should, I'll do it." I didn't tell Adam but as I said that, I saw the cab driver glance in the back window at my uncovered legs and pussy as he got in behind the wheel. I felt a hot flash shot through my body when I seen he saw my pussy. As I buttoned my dress, I slid my middle finger along my slit. I was wet! I put my hand on Adam's crotch and told him I couldn't wait to get him to the motel room. I teased him all the way there and he had one of his fingers inside me all the way there too. Luckily it was warming up in California while we were there so I could still wear my favorite clothes around but I got a few more stares here than in Guam. I couldn't get away with wearing my bikini tops or boy-cut panties into the stores here so I had to settle for t-shirts or tank tops and short-shorts while still braless. I still had a few stares at my hard nipples caused by the cold air conditioning inside the stores. The A/C was never that cold in Guam! But I enjoyed the looks and never tried to hide my bullets from view. I made it a point to wear my thinnest t-shirts and shortest skirts when I went shopping. I always wore panties under my little skirts but I didn't mine showing my bare ass cheeks when given the chance.  The last week I went shopping there was the week before Adam got discharged from the military, I wore a thin white gauze halter top that my nipples could be seen through and my shortest jean skirt with a red g-string. While I was in the first store, I had to sudden urge to go to the bathroom. I didn't quite make it before I dampened my panties. I decided to wrap them in toilet paper and put them in my purse and that I had to go the rest of the day without my panties or buy me some. I was more excited than I have ever been, even more than the times I walked topless on the beach.  The bottom hem of my skirt was just about 2 inches below my now uncovered pussy. I had never gone pantiless under such a short skirt in public before and was finding it nerve racking, but exciting at the same time. I got out of 'Home Depot' without any mishaps. My next planned stop was 'Walmart' where I had planned on getting just a couple things and maybe now some more panties. After getting the two things I wanted I knew there was something else I needed but couldn't remember what it was. On the way to the car a breeze across my pussy made me remember what I forgot, panties. I decided I was doing alright without them so I decided to not go back in and get them.  The next stop was the grocery store. As I got in my car I looked down and noticed I could see my pussy and wondered if anybody could look over while I drove and seen me like this. My pussy tingled at the thought and I reached down and found myself getting wet. I drove to the grocery store with one hand as I played with my pussy with the other. I had never played with my pussy before as I drove and found it exciting and I knew it would not be my last time. I got to the store and got out pulling my skirt down to respectable length. It was as cold in that store as always and my nipples immediately got hard and I felt a chill on my wet pussy. I knew it was going to be an exciting shopping trip at that point. I careful got items off the shelves and put them in my buggy. I got more than my normal stares that day; I guess my almost sheer top and hard nipples had something to do with that.  On the next to the last aisle there was a stockboy working and he stopped to let me pass and I notice his eyes got right to my tits. This made me feel good and naughty, so I stopped and turned to give him another look as I got a loaf of bread I really didn't need. I accidentally dropped the loaf and without thinking, squatted to pick it up. When I got hold of it I remembered I was without panties and quickly glanced up and he was looking up my skirt. As calmly as possible, I stood up and put the bread in my cart and walked away, all the time my mind was screaming. 'That guy just seen my pussy, he just seen my wet pussy and I liked it! I liked letting him see my pussy.'  I finished shopping in a fog and headed to check out and then I noticed the same boy was now bagging my groceries. When he asked if he could take my groceries to the car for me I said 'Sure'. I was busy reliving my pussy flash to him in my head as we walked to my car. As he loaded my groceries he kept looking at me then I noticed why, for some reason I was playing with one of my nipples. I stopped once I noticed what I was doing and mumbled an apology. He said it was all fine with him and that I didn't need to stop. I flashed him a smiled then asked if he would like to see them. He just smiled and nodded his head.  I reached behind my head and untied the string holding up the top and pulled it down to my waist right in the middle of the parking lot, baring my tits for someone other than my husband for the first time and then for good measure I lifted my skirt up and showed him my pussy again. I told him bye and walked around and climbed into the car with my skirt still up and my tits out. I drove back to our apartment just like that. I fingered myself to orgasm twice before I got to the apartment. I didn't straighten my clothing until I shut the engine down in the parking lot. I didn't tell Adam about my exhibition episode. He'll find out when he reads this, I hope he doesn't get mad at me. This was the first and only time I had even done anything like that. The scary part is how much I enjoyed it. We drove to Atlanta to stay with my family a couple weeks before we headed to south Florida where Adam had a job lined up for him. The Military would store and ship our stuff to us when we were ready so we just had our clothes with us. I wore a halter top and shorts the first day and I noticed how much those truckers could see of me as we passed them. I don't know how many times I put my feet up on the dash and rubbed my legs and crotch as we passed them. The next day I wore my shortest halter dress and tiny white panties. I was planning on showing those truckers my tiny panties that day. After about fifteen or twenty truckers had seen me, one of them blew their horn. Adam looked over at me and said, "Looks like you're having fun flashing your panties to those truckers aren't you baby?"  I told him that I was, and then he surprised me when he said, "Then why don't drop your top and show them those pretty tits of yours just like you did on the beach that day? I know you had fun doing that." I asked him if he was really serious and would he get mad at me if I did do it. He said that if I was willing to try it, he promised he wouldn't get mad at me. I didn't give it second thought as I untied my top and let it fall to my waist. I was now riding down the interstate topless with Adam smiling ear to ear next me. I rode along topless like that for a couple hours enjoying all the double takes, smiles and horn blowing from the truckers. We decided to stop for gas, food, and restroom break so I regrettably retied my top. Adam said he was tired of driving and asked me to drive a while. We no more had got up to speed when he reached over and untied my top and uncovered my tits saying I looked better dressed that way. It was cool driving topless; I had more than a few shocked looks my way. I had to pull into a rest area a couple hours later to pee and stretch.  Adam said he would drive again but that he would like to see me sitting beside him in nothing but my panties. I was so enjoying myself and my public exposure that day so far, I was pulling my dress off in the parking lot before just before I climbed into the car. It is hard to explain how I felt riding around naked except for my tiny thing panties. I was tempted to take off my panties too but something deep inside held me back from doing that. I stayed that way until we reached our motel and got myself dressed.  The next day I wore a red tank-top and white short-shorts, we figured we should reach Atlanta a little after noon and I wanted to be reasonably dressed for my parents. Adam said I looked fine in them but that if I wanted to take them off at any time while he was driving it would be fine with him. As soon as we pulled out of the 'Waffle House' next to the motel, the top came off. We stopped in a rest area near Birmingham and as we pulled out the top came off again. I was really enjoying this riding around topless deal. Adam then told me to go ahead and take my shorts off too. I told him I had no panties on. He smiled and said that was even better, I could ride around completely naked then.  I was shocked and happy he suggested it. I started pulling them down and stopped and asked him if he was sure. He nodded his head and said 'Yes' so I took them the rest of the way off. The sun just so happen to be coming in the window at that time and I felt its warmth on my pussy area. I pushed the seat back and enjoyed my total nudity for a bit. Adam said it looked like we were coming up on a convoy or something. I looked up and as far as I could see there was nothing but trucks in the right lane, miles of them! I laid back and put my feet on the dash and spread them a bit and looked at Adam and smiled at him as I said, "Let the show begin!" Almost every one of those trucks tooted their horns as we pasted them. It was a blast, and then I started getting very horny and started to finger fuck myself as we drove by those trucks. After I came I looked at Adam and told him he needed to find a place to fuck me. The next exit looked like a barely used one so he pulled off and pulled back under the interstate bridge and pull over. He opened the passenger door leaving it open as put me across the hood after put a towel between me and the hot hood and he went all the way inside me on the first thrust I was so wet. It didn't take either one of us to cum. I knelt down and cleaned him up with my tongue before I put the towel on my seat and we were off again. Satisfied and still naked, I feel asleep as Adam headed eastbound on I-20.  We found my parents place around 3pm and I was fully dressed and looked none the better for wear. Adam and I excused ourselves around 9pm and headed to bed saying we were tired after such a long drive. We finally fell asleep exhausted around midnight.  For the next couple weeks nothing much happened. I behaved myself more or less, I still didn't wear a bra while we were there and I notice my mother didn't wear one everyday either, but I did wear my more conservative tops around the house. Then one Friday night my parents suggested that Adam and I go have fun filled day at 'Six Flags over Georgia'. We looked at each other and told them that sounded like a good idea then we got on the internet and found out what time they opened and how much the tickets were. We went to bed and Adam suggested I dress a little naughty tomorrow, he said I should wear my very short jean skirt and a small halter top. I told him I liked the idea but I really needed to wear something other than just underwear under the skirt since the skirt was so short that every time I sat my crotch would be uncovered and in view. He said in that case, I should wear my old black bikini bottoms under it. I told him that would work and that now we have a plan. My mom raised her eyebrows when she seen me in my little jean skirt and yellow halter-top when we came down for breakfast and I showed her my bikini I had on underneath. I was aware my top was a little thin but that had never stopped me from wearing it in public before and as I looked in the mirror I could see my nipples through it and I decided it would be best to put the bikini-top on before going down for breakfast. But once we were in the car and on the way there, it came off. I knew we were going to have a fun day when I seen all the roller-coasters from down the road.  On the very first ride we got on, I noticed two young teenage boys looking up my skirt. The first thing I thought was I wish I had brought along a pair of black underwear to change into when we left the house. Oh well, let them look, at least they 'think' they are seeing my panties. One thing that did surprise me was that Adam had noticed the boys looking too and whispered in my ear if I wished I had worn panties instead. I guess he knows me better than I thought he did, so I whispered back "Maybe".  Just before noon we took a break and had something to eat. Adam had worn some beige cargo shorts that had a lot of pockets on them. He had planned ahead and had put his wallet and our extra cash in zip-lock baggies to keep them dry on the water rides. I had just finished my meal when he reached into one of the pockets and told me I should put these on and bring him back my bikini bottoms. I looked in my hands and my darling husband had given me my black thong panties. I remember smiling at him and saying, 'OK, if you really want me to." I think it would have surprised him if he only knew how much I wanted to.  I was enjoying letting everybody see the crotch of my panties as I sat now. I didn't even try to hide my panty covered crotch from view. I actually wanted to show it off. I know Adam was enjoying it too because he kept squeezing and rubbing my ass. A couple times he reached under the back of my skirt and rubbed my bare ass. The second time I felt his hands go under my skirt we were in one of the waiting lines, I just turned and faced him and gave him a big kiss and then I felt him lift the back of my skirt and then both his hands grabbed a bare ass cheek. He had never grabbed me like that before in public, I loved it!  My skirt and butt got wet on that ride so we decided to sit and rest a bit and have some cold sodas to drink, when Adam reached in his pockets again and said, "Those panties are wet, why don't you take them off and go put these on and bring those back to me. I took them and stood up telling him his wish was my command before I even looked at what he gave me. They were my tiny light blue g-string panties. I remember smiling to myself as I thought of how see-thru they were going to be when they got wet. Now my pussy started tingling knowing it would finally be noticed by strangers' eyes. When I returned, I kissed him as I gave him my wet, black panties and then I took his hand and led him towards the rapids ride saying, "Let the fun begin!" Adam let me get on the big round tube first and I immediately noticed three young men sitting together and turned so I could sit almost directly across from them. I looked right at them from behind the mirrored shades I was wearing and as I sat and lifted my skirt a little and I seen all three look up my little skirt at my tiny panties. I casually left my legs apart letting them get a good look at my thin panties. The first time Adam and I rode this ride this morning, we just got a little splashed but this time Adam and I went directly under the waterfall and got totally soaked! I looked down and my tits could be easily seen though my now almost transparent top and it looked like my panties were gone! There was just a light blue hue over my shaved bare pussy and my slit could be easily seen. Adam looked at me smiling saying I looked like a young mans' wet dream. I looked over at my three admirers, smiled at them and said, "It looks like I got more than a little bit wet. I sure hope you all don't mine what you're seeing but what you may not believe is that I'm having a lot of fun showing it too!" We got off the ride along with my admirers. They asked where we were headed next and Adam told them the roller-coaster next door. They said they were too and asked if we minded if they went along with us. I told them 'No' that I would enjoy their company. Truth is, I was enjoying their stares. I was pretty well worked up as it was and I was glad they wanted to stay with me, I mean us. There was a short line but Adam still had time to lift the back of my skirt once and let my three young men see my bare ass as he rubbed it. Adam asked me if I was going to lift my skirt again before I sat down. Boy! This guy was seeing everything to day. I kissed him on the cheek and told him, "Maybe. It all depends if it is a girl or a guy checking to see if the lap-bars are latched." Once we in front of the line I leaned towards Adam and whispered, "It's a guy!"  As soon as I bent to sit, I lifted my skirt enough to sit on my bare ass causing skirt to be more around my waist than my hips, thus leaving my panties completely uncovered for anyone's viewing. I immediately felt Adam's hand rubbing my crotch. I almost came right there. He only got four or five strokes in before the guy checking the lap-bars came our way. Luckily we were in the last row, our new friends had to catch the next train and when he got here he stop and froze staring right at my still wet panties. The train lurched forward and as soon as we started to climb upwards, Adam reached over and pulled my panties to one-side and put one of his wonderful fingers inside my pussy. I soon came and I came hard, screaming as I came but my screaming was hidden among the other screaming girl on the ride. I felt Adam withdraw his finger and I opened my eyes and seen we were pulling back into the station. When the bars unlocked, the cute guy was there ready to help me out. He was looking at my panties again as I stood up and pulled my skirt down and it was then that I thought, 'Were my panties back over my pussy or did that guy just get a bare pussy shot.' Either way I didn't care. As soon as we got away from the ride I needed to go pee and more. Once I finished and dried my pussy off, I reached for my wet panties then stopped and thought, 'Since they are wet, maybe it would be more exciting just to go without them the rest of the day plus it would be fun to see the look on Adam's face when I give them to him and he realizes I'm not wearing any panties under my tiny jean skirt. That's what I did, his mouth dropped open and eyes got big when he realized what I had given him and how I was now dressed. I took his hand in mine and said, "Let's go ride that roller-coaster ride again and maybe you'll have enough time to get me off again." Once we got in line it was soon obvious to me my male lap-bar guy was still there and this time he would be getting a look at my bare pussy this time. My pussy was already tingling and then Adam said, "It looks like my naughty little wife is going to have her bare pussy looked at by another man and I don't think she is going to mine in the least!" The guy stopped in his tracks when he noticed my lack of panties this time. I just smiled at him and gave a little wave. Adam had his fingers in my pussy before we had completely exited the loading platform. I was so excited from just showing a stranger my pussy; I came well before we finished the ride.  We had to walk all the way to the other side of the park to get to another roller-coaster I wanted to ride and show-off on and as soon as we started our walk, my three admirers appeared and asked where we were headed to now. I quickly told them and asked if they wanted to go along. Of course I knew they would. I was getting more excited with every step, I could still feel my juices running down my legs from my last orgasm and knowing what I was soon going to be doing and the way I was presently dressed around 4 hunky men and only one knew I was pantiless, I was on an euphoric high . I knew my pussy and crotch were cover by only one to two inches of skirt and whoever checked to lock-bars on those cars would soon be seeing my bare pussy. I was so hoping it was a guy again. When we got to the line for the coaster, I noticed the station was on a raised platform. That meant that there would be steps to climb and anyone behind be would have the opportunity to look up my skirt and see my bare ass and pussy. My pussy started tingling again when I my new friends were going to be seeing my pussy real soon and this excited me. I actually now wanted to give them every opportunity to get a good look at my pussy. I just hoped they would be discrete about it and that Adam would be cool and understand my need to do this.  The line stopped once and Adam and I just happened to be on the top step and out friends where on the next three stops below us. I turned my back to face Adam and without any hint from me; he reached up and grabbed both my tits. My right hand seemed to have a mind of its' own went right under my skirt to my pussy. This lasted only two or three seconds but it was enough time for the boys to notice I no longer had my underwear on. Well there were only a few steps to climb but a few ramps that ziz-zag upwards back and forth. I'm sure a few people back in line were able to see up my skirt through the railings since I didn't try to prevent them from seeing anything.  Once we made to the front of the line, I noticed it was definitely a guy checking the bars but the cars were four seats wide. That meant I would be sitting between two guys. I was actually a bit upset at that because it meant I probably wouldn't get my pussy fingered. My three friends decided which two would be seated in the row with me and Adam. So to the one riding along I took his hand and slipped it under my top and let him have a quick touch of my tit, he was happy with that. I don't know why I did that. No one but Adam has ever touched me. I guess my pussy was taking control of all my self-control. I glance over at Adam after removing his hand and he had a big smiled on his face where I expected to see a look of anger on his face. I was relieved and surprised at his reaction. We climbed in the car with Adam on the outside and me next to him and the cuties of our friends next to me. I lifted my skirt and sat on my bare ass with just a little bit my pussy was in view. This time however, we were in the front row! When the train moved out, the floor fell away and left my feet dangling. Suddenly I felt Adam's hand on my right leg sliding up to my crotch and then a finger searching for my pussy. I sure wasn't expecting him to still be willing to finger me with another guy right next to me but I also sure wasn't going to stop him; I was just too horny to care anymore.  After a few seconds of wonderful fingering, I felt another hand sliding up and down my other leg. Oh God, this feels great! It wasn't long before I came again. My friends' hand had just made its way to my crotch and I came hard, slamming my legs together trapping both hands on my pussy and screaming as I came. As I relaxed, I spread my legs a bit and both hands withdrew, and the wind blowing against my wet pussy felt good and it had also blown my skirt way up, I just left it there. When we entered the station, there were three guys standing there waiting for the train to stop. I guess the first guy told his two buddies about the slut flashing her pussy and they wanted to see for themselves. I calmly as possible I sat there with my skirt still up, smiling at them until they unlocked the lap-bar. Still smiling at them, I reached down and rubbed my pussy as I stood up. I looked at the looks of shock and astonishment on their faces, savoring every second of it. Maybe I was becoming a little bit of an exhibitionist slut and that was alright with me. Adam told me to say good-bye to our friends as it was time to go. I gave them all hugs and noticed all three we sporting hard-ons which made me hug them a little harder. After they left, I told Adam about their hard-on and he said, "What else could you expect? They seem to be healthy young men and I bet every one of them would love to fuck you right about now but you are going to have to wait until I get you home." But in my mind I was already thinking where we could hide a few minutes so I could fuck him.  Just before we got to the exit, I saw a woman pushing an older man in a wheelchair out a door. It was a handicap family restroom. I grabbed Adam's hand and pulled him inside and locked the door. I pulled up my skirt and bent over the sink and told him he had better fuck me hard and now or I was going to scream bloody hell and tell everybody he had forced me in here. I got the fucking I needed and I felt a lot better. We quickly left the park and I felt Adam's cum slowly running down the insides of my legs as we slowly walked to the car holding hands. I asked him if he was upset with me in any way by the way I acted like a slut today. He stopped grabbed hold of both shoulders and looked at me as he said, "Hell no! I loved the way you misbehaved today. It may have been a bit slutty but that doesn't make you a slut. To me you were just my wife being a bit naughty by showing off your body which I loved and hope you do it for me more often." It was a great day!  With Adam's encouragement, I have started wearing no panties under my skirts more and more often. Since we have moved to the 'Cape Coral' area of Florida, I practically live in my bikini again and more than once I have worn 'only' my bikini top and a little short skirt to the store and have flashed many a bag-boy as I put groceries in the car. Adam now knows of my enjoyment of exhibitionism and happily accepts it and even encouraging doing it. We usually end up screwing as I tell him of my latest exhibitionist adventure he missed. He has purchased me a few very sheer tops to wear out and I am more than happy to wear them for him.  He really loves it when I wear the very short halter-dress I wore on the trip from California. Except now I don't wear anything under it. Being as short as it is, it is very easy to show my bare ass when I bend over just a little bit. He likes me to wear it when we go out to lunch or dinner in one of the many snack-bars or restaurants along the beach. I love letting someone look up my little dress at my bare, bald pussy as I'm eating and he love for me to tell him as I'm doing it. I'm definitely not the shy girl he married back in Vermont. I am Adam's slutty exhibitionist and loving every second of it!

Female Sexual Response: Subject 341 bykianareeves© Part Four - a college girl signs up to participate in a research project where she is forced to orgasm in public, but when her sorority sisters find out about it, it gets worse. Or does it get better? Please read Parts 1-3 first (Subject 326, 334 and 337) to get some of the back story. It was hard for me to pick a category for this one, because there are elements of first time, lesbian, nonconsent, erotic coupling and toys. So, I just picked one. ---------------------------- I told myself I hated it. But I knew I couldn't deny it anymore. I loved every minute of it. Dr. Matthias had said that it knew me, it knew what I liked and he was right. How would I be able to enjoy real sex after this? How would I be able to use my favorite rabbit vibrator after this? With my home monitoring device, which I had started calling Wes, after my first boyfriend, I could just lay there as it fucked me, bringing me to orgasm again and again without using my hands or telling it where to lick or suck. It was like it could read my mind, but it wasn't just some mindless robot that always followed orders. No, Wes was cruel. He would tease me, and when I wanted him to fuck me harder, sometimes he would slow down, as I screamed and cursed at him. Sometimes he would just completely turn off before I had reached my climax, leaving me frustrated. But when he did let me come, he always led me to the yummiest of orgasms. Not just 3 or 4, but lately, 9 or 10. I named it Wes, because Wes was the one who had given me my first orgasm. I was in 7th grade and Wes was older, he was in 8th grade and I loved him, in that naïve puppy love kind of way. After school, he would come over to my house and we would kiss for hours. Strangely, I always felt like I had to pee when we kissed. We would watch MTV together in our family room and just kiss and kiss. It was perfect. He was perfect. All the girls liked him, but he had chosen me. And we spent weeks just kissing. After I sent him home--just before my parents came home from work--I would finally go to the bathroom and my panties would always be wet. Embarrassed, I thought I had leaked a little bit, but now I know that Wes had woken up my body, my sexual desires.  It took him a month to finally venture underneath my shirt as he rubbed my breasts over my bra. I had no idea how sensitive they were, and how there seemed to be a nerve connecting my nipple and my crotch. But the first time he put his mouth on my nipple, I thought I was going to die. Gasping, I had to push his face away, and he apologized. But he didn't understand. I didn't want him to stop. I wanted him to continue but I was too embarrassed to ask for it. It took him another week to do it again. This time I let him. I couldn't help moaning as I squirmed underneath him, wanting to push him away and yet wanting to press his head closer. I could feel his erection pressing against my thigh and I wanted to touch it but I was too afraid. He licked and sucked my nipples for a really long time. My panties were so wet afterwards, I really thought I had peed in my pants. It was just a week later that I got up the nerve to touch his erection through his jeans. He moaned as I rubbed it up and down while he licked and kissed my breasts. I thought it couldn't get better than this. I smile now when I think how young and innocent I was. Just a month later, I experienced my first orgasm. We had gotten brave by now and we would strip down to our underwear. I still wouldn't let him look at me though so I covered us with a blanket from my bed while we embraced and kissed in the family room, MTV always playing in the background. His skin felt so good as he rubbed himself all over me and I pressed my breasts into him, loving the way my nipples felt as they grazed his chest. Then one day while I was feeling his cock through his underwear, I decided to slip my hand underneath his boxers and touch him. I stroked his cock up and down, surprised at how hard he was and how hot his skin was. He closed his eyes and stopped kissing me, moaning as I continued rubbing him. I liked knowing that I was making him feel good. A short time later, he let out a loud grunt and my hand was suddenly wet and warm as he humped my hand. I continued rubbing him, it was easier now that his penis was slick and then he asked me to stop. I held his penis in my hand as I felt it twitch. I looked at his face. He was so cute. His eyes were closed and he had a smile on his face. "Thank you," he said. I just smiled back, hoping we would continue kissing, wanting him to put his mouth back on my nipples but too shy to ask. He kissed me, softly. His cock was still hard as I held it, but it was sticky now. He got up to use the bathroom and I lay there, wondering how much time we had until my parents got home. He came back and got under the blanket and continued kissing me. I reached my hand inside his underwear again, his penis still erect, and he moved down to kiss my breasts. He started rubbing my crotch through my underwear. I wasn't ready for him to touch me there yet, and I was prepared to stop him if he tried putting his hand in my panties. But he didn't. I spread my legs a little, encouraging him to keep going. He just kept rubbing and rubbing and circling his tongue around my nipples. And then it really felt like I needed to pee. I wanted him to stop, but I couldn't talk. I was moaning into the top of his head as he rubbed and rubbed and then I exploded. A warmth spread from my pussy to the rest of my body and I just lay there, tense, unable to stop the noises I was making. I had never experienced anything like it before. He continued rubbing until I had to push his hand away. It was too sensitive. As I lay there panting, he kissed my neck softly. I closed my eyes and we just lay there quietly underneath my pink blanket. He smelled so good. I told him I loved him. And he told me he loved me. Looking back on it, we were such a cute couple. It took him a few more weeks before he attempted to put his hand in my underwear. He never tried putting his fingers inside me though, he just rubbed his fingers on the outside, which was incredible (little did I know how much better it feels to be penetrated). For months, we would rub each other until we both came while MTV played in the background. Whenever I hear certain songs now, it always takes me back to 7th grade and my afternoons spent with Wes. We never did more than that and we broke up during the summer right before he went to high school. When I finally got to high school, we were both dating other people but we always stayed friends. And he always held an important place in my heart.  We actually go to the same college now. But I hardly ever see him. I'm busy with my sorority and he's on the volleyball team, which is nationally ranked, so he's busy with practice and traveling to games. But I've been thinking about him a lot now, especially since I named my monitor after him. I've been in the study for almost 3 weeks now, and this week I can wear the monitor whenever I want, and wherever I want and for however long I want. I'm actually wearing it more now. Hours at a time. My favorite time to wear it is at night though. I live in my sorority house and there are four of us sharing a small room. As I listen to my sorority sisters sleeping, Wes quietly pleasures me until I fall asleep. So far they haven't suspected anything. One night, towards the end of the week, I was dreaming about the beach. I was naked and swimming in the warm clear water and the ocean was caressing me. I moved with the waves as it splashed against my nipples, and then the water was seducing me. It was flowing over my breasts and stimulating me. Everywhere I was being sucked and kissed by the ocean and then it was fucking me. Water flowed in and out rhythmically over my body as the salty water brought me closer. I was surrounded with pleasure, I couldn't escape the tantalizing touch of the water. It was everywhere, bringing me closer to orgasm and then I woke up and realized that Wes was fucking me gently. "Shhh.... She's having a sex dream," I heard one of my roommates whisper and they giggled. I pretended I was still asleep as Wes teased me, bringing me closer as I tried to lay still. Without warning--always without warning--he increased the pressure on my g-spot and I heard a moan that I knew had to be me. My roommates giggled and I wanted to die. But Wes wouldn't let me. He continued sucking my nipples while circling his tongue lovingly around my clitoris and the pressure on my g-spot wouldn't stop. I was almost there and I didn't want to be. I dug in my heels, protesting, but Wes just picked me up and carried me. He was reveling in my humiliation as he threw me over the cliff, but he didn't let go. He pulled me back, laughing as I lay there gasping for air. Then he threw me over again, but he still wouldn't let go. He still held on to me until I was begging and pleading with him. Please. Please. Please. And then he let me fall. And I fell hard, so hard. I could feel myself thrashing on my bed, no longer caring if I was quiet or not. He was so ruthless. After a few more powerful orgasms, I slowly floated back to earth.  The room was quiet now. The silence took me by surprise. I expected more giggling or snide comments. But then I heard something. There. I heard the familiar sounds of slurping, the sound of fingers furiously working towards an orgasm. And there was a hum. The quiet hum of a vibrator. Then moaning, and rhythmic sighs. All around me, my roommates were masturbating towards their own orgasms. As I listened to them, Wes fucked me again towards another orgasm. Smaller than before. As I lay there, breathing heavily, I couldn't hear anything else. Then I heard the steady breathing of my sleeping roommates, now fully satiated. I rolled over and took Wes off and pushed him under my bed before falling asleep. I woke up early the next day. I showered before my roommates woke up and I left. I was too embarrassed to face any of them. I didn't know how I was going to be able to look them in the face ever again. During pledge week, I had to do some humiliating things, but that was nothing like what had happened last night. When I was a pledge, I had to strip and parade around naked with the rest of the pledges as we were poked and prodded. They had written all over our bodies with markers. Slut, bitch, whore. Even on our nipples. They pinched us and paddled us. Later I was embarrassed by how wet I was by the punishment. The next year when it was my turn to punish the new pledges, I didn't really enjoy it as much as I had when I was the one being forced to endure their cruelty. I was surprised that I really wished I was naked, standing in front of the rest of my sisters as they inflicted pain and humiliation on me. I had to come back to the sorority for dinner though. Today was the mandatory weekly dinner. I got back to the house late, giving myself just a few minutes to get dressed because I didn't want to be in the same room with my roommates as they got ready. I wanted to make sure I would be alone as I got dressed. But I couldn't be late to dinner. I would be punished for that. But I would rather face the consequences for being late than have to see my roommates. I unlocked my room and was surprised to find my roommates sitting on my bed. They had Wes in front of them and they looked up when I entered. Delia smiled at me as I stood there, horrified. Delia was a senior and was assigned as our room's big sister. I was so happy when I was assigned to her room because she was the nicest girl in the sorority. And she was beautiful and a cheerleader and dating one of the lacrosse players. She had long dark hair that always had that perfect flyaway look, her waves falling perfectly on her shoulders. She was supposed to help the rest of us adjust to living in the house with all of the little, silly rules about hierarchy and respect. She could also tell us what to do, and we had to obey her, although she never abused her rank. Mostly we just had to run to the kitchen to get her a diet coke or something. "You've been holding out on us," she said, her voice teasing. "It's for a study," I stammered. "For research, I signed up to--" "I know what it's for," she interrupted. "I'm a psych major too, remember?" Then it dawned on me. She had probably participated in the study herself, or knew of someone who had. "Strip," she said as one of my roommates giggled. I looked at her and noticed with trepidation that something had changed in her eyes. She was looking at me, her eyes narrowed and I knew I had to obey. I took off my clothes without looking up. "Put it on," she ordered. I quietly complied. I stood in front of them wearing Wes, waiting for her instructions, humiliated and aroused. "Remember to get your nipples harder," she said. I put my fingers inside the bra and pinched my nipples. "No. Undo the bra so we can see." I unclasped the bra, exposing my hardened nipples. I pinched and pulled them, while they watched me. I could feel my juices lubricating the phallus that was firmly inserted into my wet pussy. "Okay, get dressed now. If you make us all late, you'll be punished later." I glanced at the clock, I had two minutes. I got dressed as fast as I could but then Wes turned on, sensing my arousal. I had a hard time slipping on my shoes with Wes fucking me, taking me where I didn't want to go yet. I realized with dread it was too late. We were all going to be late. We arrived in the dining room and had to serve dinner, our punishment for being late. As I served my sorority sisters, Wes continued assaulting me and I could feel the eyes of Delia and my other roommates watching me. Delia would bump into me on purpose as I walked by, knowing that any slight touch would send more pressure to my nipples or my clitoris. Finally, we could sit down to eat. Girls who were late not only had to serve but also had to eat in the kitchen as punishment. By the time we sat down at our small table, Wes had worked me up to a high state of arousal. I was at an 8, bordering on a 9. "What is it doing now?" Delia asked. "It's--it's sucking my nipples," I said, barely able to get it out. "Is it fucking you?" I nodded. "Is it being gentle, or is it fucking you like the slut that you are?" One of my roommates gasped. They all looked at me with big eyes, wondering how I would answer. "It's fucking me like a slut," I whispered, looking down at my plate as Wes brought me closer. I was hoping he would tease me. I didn't want to come in front of them, with all of them watching me. I would rather be teased than have them witness my shame, looking into my eyes as I came. "Say it," she said and I didn't even have to ask. I knew what she wanted me to say. "I'm a slut," I whispered as Wes took me to my first orgasm. I gripped the table, knocking my fork to the floor with a loud clatter as I rode my orgasm. Delia laughed. "You're such a whore." They all sat there eating their dinner, doing their best to ignore me as I came over and over again. Delia told me to raise my hand after each orgasm and I obeyed. I tried to keep quiet, knowing that any loud noises would echo into the dining room where my other sorority sisters were eating. But knowing I couldn't fully let go made my orgasms more intense. I don't know how many I had while I was sitting there, but it was too much. I wanted it to stop but Wes was relentless. Dr. Matthias's words echoed in my mind. "The device knows what you want." And I knew that Delia was right. I was a slut. After dinner, they walked me up to our room and layed me down on our bed as Wes continued fucking me. Delia explained the research study to my roommates while I continued to climax in front of all of them. She described the device I was wearing and what it felt like, the hungry mouths and inquisitive fingers and the constant hum and vibration on my clitoris and the incessant fucking that caused the delicious pressure circling my g-spot. Finally Wes stopped and Delia noticed. She told me to take it off and I did. She told me to stand in front of her, naked. "Is Dr. Matthias still studying bondage and pain?" Delia asked me. "I don't think so. He mentioned something about exhibitionism." Delia nodded. "They were studying BDSM when I was in the study. I really learned a lot about myself that month." She opened a drawer and brought out a paddle. It was made out of wood and had our sorority's letters burned into the wood. "My big sister gave me this when I became an active," she explained, running her fingers over the shiny surface. "We had a lot of fun using this." She told me to turn around and bend over my bed. I heard the paddle swish through the air and then make a loud smack as it made contact. It took a fraction of a second for me to realize it had made contact with my ass. She paddled me a few more times and then she told me to stand up and I obeyed, tears streaming down my face. "When I was in the study, they were researching the connection between pleasure and pain. It's a fine line, you know. Sometimes pain can bring so much pleasure," she said as she pinched my nipple. I let out a cry, and felt some of my juice trickling down my leg. "So, tell me what you've learned about yourself," Delia ordered. "I learned--I learned," I had a hard time saying the words as sobs caught in my chest. "I'll make it easier for you," she said, pinching my other nipple. "Just answer yes or no." My chest heaved up and down as I sobbed uncontrollably, almost hyperventilating. "Do you like watching other girls come?" "Y-yes," I whispered. "Do you like it when the pretty grad assistants suck your nipples?" I heard one of my other roommates gasp. It sounded so dirty. "Yes." "Do you like it when they rub your clitoris with their fingers?" "Yes." I closed my eyes. I wasn't crying anymore. I was even more aroused than ever.  "Do you like it when you orgasm in front of other people?" "Yes." "Does it turn you on to get fucked while we're in the room sleeping?" "Yes." "Do you like it when we watch you come?" "Yes" "Are you attracted to me?" I wanted to lie. But I knew I couldn't. "Yes." "Do you want me to finger you right now until you come?" My eyes shot open. "But--but you can't!" "Relax. I know the rules. No intercourse and no masturbation. But that doesn't mean you can't lick my pussy." My eyes grew wide. This was crossing the line. I had never been sexually intimate with another woman before. I wasn't sure I could do it, especially in front of my other sisters. But Delia was already taking off her clothes. She lay back on her bed, propped herself up and spread her legs wide. I was shocked. I had seen her naked before, but not like this. I was completely turned on. I think I was more shocked at my own arousal than the sight of her wet pussy, splayed open for all of us to see. "Lick me," she said while she pinched her own nipples. Slowly I walked over to her bed and knelt in front of her. "Oh fuck," I heard one of my roommates say. I closed my eyes and leaned in and took a tentative lick. "Kiss it deep," she instructed and I kissed her pussy like I kiss a lover, my tongue exploring her pussy. She moaned. I continued to lick her, circling her clitoris and then frenching her slit, my tongue flicking in and out of her cunt over and over again. She had her hands pressed onto the back of my head and I could tell she was getting close. I attacked her clitoris, circling it with my tongue over and over, just like Wes licks me. I was surprised how badly I wanted to make her come. I took it into my mouth and sucked her clitoris, alternating between sucking and twirling my tongue around it, faster and faster until she squeezed her legs onto my head. "Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes," she cried over and over again. As she let go of my head, I fell back onto the floor, wiping her fluids from my face. Delia lay there, panting. She closed her legs and pulled them up, letting them fall to the side. "You're such a lesbian slut," she said. "How many times have you licked pussy?" I shook my head. "Never," I whispered. "Liar." She got up and put her robe on. "You loved it, didn't you?" I nodded. "Slut," she said and she opened her closet and got her shower caddy. She turned to my other roommates who were just sitting there staring. "If any of you want her to use her lesbian tongue on you, go ahead and use her." I slowly got up and collapsed on my bed. I started crying with shame, not even bothering to cover myself up. None of my roommates took Delia's offer that day. They left the room, leaving me crying on my bed. I know they thought I was crying because of what Delia had made me do. But I was crying because I had loved it. I was a slut. I was a lesbian slut, and I didn't want to be. Delia came back from her shower and I was still naked on my bed, crying. She came over and put a gentle hand on my shoulder. "Are you okay?" She asked me. I cowered away from her, crying harder. "I'm sorry I did that, but I knew it's what you wanted. I knew when you were a pledge that you're just like me," she said. I looked at her. She handed me my robe and I covered myself. "When we were hazing you, it was turning you on. That's what I learned about myself when I was in the study." She smiled. She was back to the old Delia. "It's too bad they're not studying bondage anymore. I think you'd get a lot more out of it, although you do have a touch of an exhibitionist in you too. I think the ultimate experience for you would be to get tied up and raped and forced to orgasm in front of someone else." I was horrified. I shook my head, denying it. "Of course, you probably don't know that about yourself yet. You'll have to experience it to know how much you love it, I guess." She leaned over and moved my hair out of my face, lovingly. "If you'll let me, I'd like to use my paddle on you while you're wearing your monitor." I felt myself get aroused just thinking about that. "Would you like that?" I lowered my eyes. I didn't even have to answer. My silence said it all. She left me alone for the rest of the night. My roommates came home later, silent. Delia was the only one who chattered on as if nothing had happened. Everything was totally back to normal, but I knew it never would be. The next day I wore my monitor and went to the weekly appointment. Wes was being gentle with me today. I had to answer the typical questionnaire in the waiting room with the other girls. After a few minutes, they told us all to go into the same room with the chairs arranged in a circle. The other doctors who had observed us the past two weeks weren't there. It was just Dr. Matthias and a few of the graduate assistants. We were told to sit in the circle with our clothes on. I was surprised how disappointed I was that no one was going to check the hardness of our nipples today. "Today we're going to do things a little differently. I'd like to have a frank and open discussion about your experiences. You don't have to talk if you don't want to, you can just listen. Feel free to turn your chairs around and straddle them if you want to, I know some of you enjoy that position more." A few girls got up, turned their chairs around and sat down, grinding their hips back and forth while holding onto the back of the chair for support. Wes started fucking me again. He was showering my nipples with gentle kisses today, lovingly caressing my clitoris at the same time. "I'd like to tell you a little bit more about this study. Two weeks ago, you were randomly divided into three groups. During the second week, one group experienced an orgasm every time you wore the monitor, usually after about 45 minutes. Another group never experienced an orgasm at all, like the first week. And the third group experienced random orgasms. You never knew if you were going to get aroused to a certain point and left hanging, or if the device would let you climax." I knew I had been in the random group. It was pure torture. "After this session, we're going to download your data to see if the average time you wore it this week increased for the random group, stayed the same for the orgasm group, and decreased for the non-orgasm group, which is what we're expecting to see. It's called the 'slot machine effect.' People will sit for hours in front of a slot machine because they never know when the coins will come spitting out. Just like for the random group. If you never know if you'll be reaching an orgasm, or if you'll be teased, you'll increase the behavior, just to experience the orgasm again. This past week, however, those of you who decided to wear your monitors for over two hours were always treated to an orgasm. How many of you were in the random group?" I raised my hand along with 1/3 of the other girls. "And how many hours did you wear your monitor yesterday?" "Twelve," answered a girl to my left. We all gasped and murmured. "For those in the non-orgasm group, how many hours did you wear your monitor yesterday?" "None," answered some of the girls in unison. "If you had worn it for over two hours, you would have experienced some strong orgasms," he said. A few girls grumbled. Dr. Matthias talked a little bit more about the study. He said that by the end of the month, we should all be experiencing more powerful and intense orgasms. If we found that we weren't, then we could come see him and he would let us know how we could alleviate that problem. While he was talking, Wes continued to fuck me gently, but he never let my arousal get above a 7 or an 8. I could tell that the other girls were experiencing the same thing. A few moved their hips back and forth slightly, hoping I think to increase their feelings. "But how will our orgasms be more powerful afterwards? I can't imagine that I'll want a real partner after this," one of the girls said. "That's a very good question," he said. "Some of you had no idea what you liked and what you didn't like before this. Taking part in this study forced you, and I mean forced you against your will, to experience things you probably never would have experienced on your own, and most of you highly enjoyed it. According to your questionnaires, most of you said you weren't an exhibitionist in the beginning, but as time went on, most of you indicated on the questionnaires that you were. And I'm sure most of you have learned quite a bit about yourselves during these past few weeks. The device is programmed to know exactly what you like based on the nonverbal cues your body is sending. And steadily throughout these past few weeks, your inhibitions have gone down. Already, I can see some of you moving around in your chairs in ways that you never would have just a week ago. Sexual pleasure is all about letting go, allowing yourself to be vulnerable and letting go of your guilt and any repressed feelings you have. Some of you have discovered that you enjoy being touched by another woman. That doesn't necessarily mean you're a lesbian. It's just a new experience, but don't let the fear of being a lesbian prevent you from exploring your sexuality. Some of you have extremely enjoyed being watched, and watching others. Don't repress that. Use it. If you don't enjoy it, that's normal too. If you haven't already, by the end of the month, you should be able to know what you want, and to enjoy it without any feelings of guilt or with any inhibitions." While I was listening to Dr. Matthias, I was thinking about what Delia said to me. I knew I would be taking her up on her offer. "This next week, you are required to wear your device for just two hours total, one hour each on two days. But, of course, you can wear it for more if you want. Explore your sexuality on your off days and if you have any unmet desires, I would encourage you to pursue it." I think some of you will be pleasantly surprised by how strong your orgasms will be when you're not wearing your device. Remember, the more you try to hide your true desires, the least likely you'll orgasm." What he said made perfect sense to me. "For the last twenty minutes, I want you all to just enjoy the sensations that your monitors are giving you. Don't hold back. You can disrobe if you like." Just as he said that, Wes started fucking me harder. I stood up and moved my chair forward a little bit and straddled it. I crossed my arms over the back of the chair and leaned my head against my arms just as I felt Wes sucking my nipples and vibrating against my clitoris. I watched the other girls as they were taken to a higher level. Some of them watched me and when I made eye contact with someone, I didn't look away. I reached my orgasm pretty quickly and I didn't hold back. I screamed out in pleasure as I ground my hips back and forth in the chair. It felt so good. So good. I noticed that some of the girls had moved their chairs closer to the wall so they could enjoy their orgasms in private with their backs to the rest of us. One girl had taken off her clothes and was laying on the floor, grunting loudly with each thrust of her hips. Two of the girls were facing each other shirtless. They were straddling their chairs while one girl had her hands inside the other one's bra, fondling her nipples. They were staring into each other's eyes and as I watched them climax in unison, I experienced another powerful orgasm. I looked over and saw another naked girl who had unclasped her bra and she had two other girls latched on to each nipple, sucking and biting as she tossed her head back and screamed in pleasure. I finally took off my clothes and watched the other girls watching me disrobe, some of them climaxing as they watched me. For the rest of the session, I watched the other girls come again and again, each of their orgasms sending me towards my own. I left that day, knowing I wanted to let Delia have her way with me. They told us that we could now have intercourse and masturbate and I knew I wanted Delia to tie me up and fuck me and use her paddle on me while my other roommates watched. I went back to the sorority house, looking for Delia, but she wasn't home yet. My other roommates were avoiding me. As I sat on my bed doing my homework, they walked into the room, quickly said their excuses and left. I left Wes in a box under my bed. When Delia finally got home, she took one look at me and she knew what I wanted. We stared at each other for a moment and then I nodded once. She smiled. She undressed slowly as I watched her, wondering if this would be it. She had an amazing body with incredible breasts. She stood in front of me, twirling her fingers around her nipples, an evil smile on her face. Then she put on her robe and got her shower caddy. I returned to my book but the words blurred together. I was extremely aroused. She slipped a note on the book I was reading and there was only one word on it. "Tonight." I actually felt a twinge on my clitoris as I read that simple word, almost as if Delia had pinched it between her fingers. That simple word that could mean so many different things. But I knew what it meant for me, and I knew there was no turning back. During dinner, I could hardly eat. I was aroused, and scared. I saw Delia talking quietly to my other roommates and I knew they were talking about me. I saw them glancing over at me every now and then. I sat there, worried that I had made the wrong choice. Would I be able to handle this? Is this really what I wanted? I saw Delia and my roommates get up and walk up the stairs to our room. She looked at me with narrowed eyes, the same look she had on her face that one day she demanded that I lick her to orgasm. I knew I was supposed to follow. When I got to our room, it was completely dark. Someone slipped a blindfold on me and they led me down the stairs. As we left the room, I heard a lot of cheering and laughter from my other sorority sisters. A blindfolded girl being led out of the house was a common sight in our sorority. Younger girls were often kidnapped by their big sisters for more hazing or birthday celebrations, and I knew that's what everyone thought we were doing. Little did they know what would really be happening later. I didn't know where they were taking me and I couldn't see anything. I walked, stumbling as they led me to a car. We drove around in complete silence and I had no idea where we were. My heart was beating so fast, I was sure everyone could hear it, and my panties were getting wetter and wetter with each passing minute. Finally we stopped and I was led up a few steps and then inside a building. I walked down a long hallway before turning into a room and the door shut behind me. "Strip," I heard Delia say. I complied, my fingers shaking as I tried to unbutton my shirt. Suddenly, I felt my shirt rip open and all of a sudden, my bra was open in the front as if someone cut it, exposing my breasts. My shirt was roughly removed from my arms and someone pulled my pants down, taking my wet panties with them. "Slut, look how wet you've made your panties," Delia said. I heard giggling. Suddenly, something came up behind me, making me fall backwards onto a hard surface like a table. I was dragged up until I was laying down. My pants were violently removed from my ankles and my legs were spread wide until my lower legs fell off the side of the table, bending at the knees. I felt my pussy lips separate and I realized how turned on I was by my vulnerability. I felt something wrap around my ankles, and I couldn't move them. My arms were tied above my head and then I heard footsteps retreating and a door was opened and shut. And then all I heard was silence. I was scared to move at first, but after a few minutes, or a lot of minutes, I couldn't really tell, I tried to see if I could move. I couldn't. They had done a good job of tying me up. I started to get scared. Where were they? Were they coming back? Did I want them to come back? I heard the door open and a lot of footsteps entering the room. There were more than three people this time. I felt hands touching me everywhere. They pinched my nipples and violated my pussy. "Look how wet she is," I heard an unfamiliar female voice say. "What a slut," I heard another girl say. Fingers entered me and rubbed my g-spot, others circled my nipples, but they all stayed away from my clitoris, the place where I wanted the most attention. And then all I could feel was pain. Pain on my breasts and on my legs, and on my pussy. Someone was whipping me. I starting crying. "Bring out the device," Delia said finally. They untied me and put Wes on me. I was comforted by the familiarity of him. I was violently bent over the table onto my belly and tied down as Wes started urgently fucking me, and I knew that's what I wanted. I wanted him to fuck me as hard as he could right now while I was being punished. My breasts were pressed into the table and the licking and sucking on my nipples intensified and the rubbing and vibrating on my g-spot and clitoris intensified in turn. Wes slammed harder into me as I was violently fucked and I felt the first blow on my ass. The pain turned into delicious pleasure as Wes expertly sucked my clit into his mouth. I felt another sharp pain, and I moaned as I started to enjoy the sensation. Delia was right. As the paddling continued, faster and harder, the pain was blurring together with the pleasure, driving me higher and higher. When I came, it was exquisite. I cried out both in pain and pleasure as Wes continued taking me higher. I came again and again as the paddling continued. I don't even know when it stopped, but finally I lay there, wanting to cry.  I was finally untied and placed on the floor on something soft like a mat. A pillow was placed under my head propping it up as my hands were tied above my head. I felt my legs being tied as Wes started fucking me again. I lay there, enjoying the feeling of his mouth sucking my nipples and a wet tongue swirling on my clitoris when I felt something soft warm and wet cover my mouth and I knew someone was sitting on my face. "Lick it," Delia said from somewhere off to the right. I stuck my tongue out and I knew I was being forced to pleasure someone and it wasn't Delia. I kissed her deeply and I heard moans from above my head. I explored her pussy with my tongue, swirling her clit with my tongue as Wes made the same movements on my clit. As Wes took me closer, I could tell that the girl above me was close too. She was grinding her pussy onto my face. As I swirled faster and faster, both of our moans got louder and louder until finally I came hard and clamped onto her clit with my lips and screamed into her pussy, sending her over the edge. She slid off me and I lay there, panting, trying to catch my breath. Then someone else got on top of me and I was forced to lick her until she came. I lost count how many anonymous girls I licked to orgasm and how many orgasms I had. My tongue was numb and my jaw was sore and my face was sticky from the juice of countless girls. Wes was finally removed from me and a blanket was wrapped around me as I was led out of the building and back to the car. As I was sitting in the car the blanket was lowered and I was abused some more. My nipples were pinched and fingers were rammed harshly into my still wet pussy. I heard honking and hooting through the closed windows and I knew that people in other cars had seen me, but I was still assaulted. Back at the sorority house, they wrapped the blanket around me again and led me up to our room where my blindfold was taken off. "Go take a shower," Delia told me and I obeyed. My ass was red and it was painful to sit down. The rubber panty had protected me somewhat and I knew it should have hurt more. My tongue was sore and my jaw hurt, but I had loved every minute of it. As I washed my tender body, I realized how much I loved being tied up and abused. Delia had been right. Delia used her paddle on me again that week, this time without Wes, and Dr. Matthias was right. My orgasms were more intense. She made me lick her again, and this time she returned the favor. It felt unbelievable and I was starting to come to terms with the fact that I was probably a lesbian. One of our roommates walked in on us while Delia's face was between my legs and she watched us while Delia expertly sucked and licked me to another incredible orgasm. I was hoping she would join us, but she politely declined. She brought out her vibrator instead and watched us in a 69 position and we all came within seconds of each other. That was amazing. The day before the last appointment of the study, I was at the gym on a weight machine working my triceps when I heard some rhythmic grunts behind me. It was definitely male and he was obviously struggling with his reps. I was incredibly turned on listening to him as I imagined him making those noises during sex. For some reason, I pictured Dr. Matthias making those noises and I had this overwhelming desire to fuck Dr. Matthias. When I finished my reps, I turned to see if I could put a face to those grunts and it was Wes. He smiled at me and gave me a huge sweaty hug. "How are you?" I recognized his smell, after all these years, he still smelled good to me. We talked for a little bit, and then he said he wanted to get together with me later that night. After I showered, I met him at a coffee shop on campus and we talked for hours. We talked about our old friends, and old memories. A friend of ours from high school, Cade, was his roommate now and we laughed about some of the stupid things we had all done in high school. I had a really great time with him and as I looked at him, I realized he was still gorgeous, and I was still really attracted to him. "Excuse me, but we're closing now," an employee said to us. I looked around and noticed we were the last ones there. "Do you want to come back to my place? I know Cade would love to say hello." "I would love to see Cade," I smiled. As we walked back to his apartment, I was surprised at how easy it was to talk to him. We teased each other and we gossiped about some of our old classmates. He told me about being on the volleyball team. I told him about my sorority (not everything, of course). We got to his place and after talking for awhile, we just eased into watching a movie that Cade had rented. And then after the movie, we sat around talking some more until Cade went to bed, and then we continued talking. I realized I hadn't laughed this much since, well, since I started college. As I looked at Wes, I had an unbelievable urge to lean over and kiss him. But wait, I told myself. Aren't you a lesbian? I was so confused. "Do you remember back in junior high?" Wes asked me. "What about junior high?" "How I went to your house everyday after school?" I blushed and looked down at my hands. "How could I forget?" "I've been thinking about that a lot. About you," he said softly. "Me too." Then he leaned over and kissed me, so gently. So tenderly. "You were my first love," he whispered. "Mine too." And then he kissed me again, bringing me back to all of those afternoons spent underneath my pink blanket at my parent's house. As he kissed me long and deep, I felt my panties get wet and I smiled, thinking back to those days when I thought I had peed in my pants. "What?" he asked. "I was just thinking how young and stupid we were back then." "I was the stupid one," he said. "I was stupid enough to break up with you." And then he kissed me, awakening my sexual desires once again. The next day as I walked to the last appointment, Wes inside a box, I was so confused. Was I a lesbian? Maybe I'm bisexual? The last appointment was a meeting with Dr. Matthias. He smiled at me as I sat down in a chair across from his desk. "How was the experience for you?" "You were right. I did learn a lot about myself," I answered. "But it also raised a lot of questions too." "About what?" he asked and I could see genuine concern in his eyes as he leaned forward to help me answer them. I told him about my experiences with Delia and her paddle. I told him the orgasms I experienced with her were intense and incredible. And then I told him about Wes and how I was attracted to him, probably more than I was attracted to Delia. How I enjoyed being with Delia, but how I didn't want to be a lesbian. "I'm just so confused," I finally said. "Am I a lesbian? Am I bi? Am I straight?" "Your sexual preferences evolve and change, just like you do. You may enjoy something now, but later you'll find that you just don't care for that anymore, or you don't need it as much as before. Just be flexible, don't label yourself. And love and sex are completely different things. When sex is an expression of love, it's a beautiful thing. One of the most beautiful gifts God gave us. But good sex won't satisfy your need for love. Sex is an enjoyable act, but ultimately we were created to share our lives with someone else. If you live your life just enjoying sex for the sake of just enjoying it, then you'll soon find yourself wanting more. And if you make the mistake of thinking that what you're craving is more sex, then from my experience you won't be happy. But if you find someone to share your sexual experiences with, someone you love deeply, then I think you'll find that it'll take your pleasure to an even higher level." I slowly nodded. I understood. "You're good," I said, smiling. "That's why they give me all the grant money," he said smiling back. Instead of going back to the sorority, I found myself walking to Wes's apartment. We had a lot of catching up to do and I felt my panties get wet just thinking about him. I knocked on his door. For a few seconds, I thought no one was home. The door finally opened and I saw Wes standing there, his hair was wet and he had a towel wrapped around him. He was no longer a boy, but he had grown into a tall, muscular yummy man. He saw me eyeing his body and he smiled. "I'm not sure I need whatever it is that you're selling," he teased. "Well, then I'll just have to take whatever you're offering." I entered his apartment and removed his towel and stared at his cock, which was starting to get erect. I took a step towards him and kissed him, deep. He was still a great kisser and I still loved the way he smelled. He stood there naked, kissing me as my hands explored his body, his back, his firm round ass. I could feel goosebumps rising on his skin. "I need you," I whispered and he led me into his bedroom. He lifted my t-shirt above my head and unclasped my bra, exposing my excited breasts, my nipples already hard. I was so incredibly turned on by the hungry expression on his face as he looked at my breasts. I wanted him to eat me, to devour all of me. "You are so beautiful," he whispered as gently caressed my breasts. He kissed me again and I realized how good he smelled, intoxicatingly good. I sat on the edge of his bed, his fully erect penis right in front of me. His penis was also much larger than I remembered. I stroked it up and down, rubbing his balls as I inhaled his clean soapy scent. He started playing with my nipples, rolling them around in his fingers. His touch felt so good. I looked up at him and saw his eager eyes watching me. I took his cock into my mouth and sucked long and deep. I heard him moan. As I continued licking and sucking him, he staggered a bit. "Fuck, that feels too good," he moaned. I stood up and pushed him onto the bed. He lay there, looking too big for his twin size bed. He was gorgeous. I slowly removed the rest of my clothes while he watched me. I got on top of him and straddled him, rubbing the outside of my wet slit on his penis as I kissed him deeply. I wanted to fuck him so badly but I held back. I didn't want to rush it, I wanted to savor each lingering moment. I moved up and let my breasts dangle above his face. He lifted his head and tried to grab one in his mouth, but I pulled away. He lowered his head with a groan and I slowly lowered a nipple into his waiting mouth. Fuck, it felt so good. He twirled it around in his mouth and then I pulled away, giving him the other nipple. He was making me so wet. I finally pulled away, but he didn't want to let it go. He bit down on my nipple and I cried out in pain and pleasure. His tongue making delicious circles around my trapped nipple. He grabbed my arms and before I knew it, he had flipped me onto my back and lay next to me, holding my hands above my head in his strong hands. He attacked my breasts while he held me down with his leg. I struggled to free myself, but he was too strong for me. He roughly sucked my nipples, as I moaned loudly. I couldn't move and I lay helpless as he pleasured me with his mouth. He got on top of me, my hands still trapped, and I cried out as he roughly rammed his cock deep inside me. I heard myself grunting involuntarily as he pummeled me. I'd never had sex this rough before, and I was so turned on by Wes as he overpowered me. I spread my legs as wide as they would go, bringing my legs up to my chest so he could drive his cock in deeper. As I lay there, my hands still imprisoned by his strong grasp, he thrust deeper and harder. I loved this man. I loved fucking him. I felt my orgasm building inside me. It felt so good, but I didn't want him to stop fucking me. I wanted it to last forever, but I could feel it approaching fast. He was fucking me harder and faster as I felt the pressure boiling inside me. And then he paused, I felt his cock quiver for a second and then he rammed into me again. I exploded into bliss as he cried out, lost in his own orgasm. He fucked me harder than I thought possible as confetti showered down on us in pure pleasure. It was the first time I had ever experienced a simultaneous orgasm with a man and I knew we were made for each other. Afterwards, we lay panting. He finally let go of my hands and I realized my wrists were sore. We lay in each other's arms, trying to catch our breath. "I'm sorry," he whispered as he softly caressed my shoulder, my hair, my wrists which were a little red. "Don't be," I said. "I loved it." He had no idea how much I loved it. "No, I'm sorry. I don't know what happened. I just couldn't help myself. I just wanted you so badly." I smiled up into his eyes and kissed him. "Just promise me it'll always be like that." Hours later as I walked back to my sorority house, I realized how perfect we were together. Each step reminded me of just how sore he had made me as we fucked over and over again until Wes had to go to practice. I felt my abused nipples get erect as I walked home, braless. He had used my bra to tie my hands, but afterwards he couldn't get the knots undone, so we had to just cut it off. I was totally in love with him. I had always been in love with him. As I walked up the stairs to my room, I wondered how he would feel about a threesome.

Female Masturbation Addiction by Vanessa Evans Part 5 I woke up to the feeling of a warm cock sliding in and out of my pussy. I opened my eyes, smiled and spread my legs as wide as I could. Owen withdrew his cock and told me to get on my hands and knees. I did and he promptly fucked me until we’d both cum. I turned over and said, “What about Lizzy?” “Suck my cock to get me had again then I’ll fuck her.” Lizzy was still asleep and laid on her stomach in the recovery position and we could see her moist pussy. Owen was looking at Lizzy’s pussy as I gave him a blowjob then he moved over and started fucking Lizzy who woke up and said, “What the fuck? Oh it’s you, keep going.” Lizzy soon orgasmed but it took Owen longer to cum, and once he had he put his boxers back on he said, “Until the next time, seeya girls.” As Lizzy and I watched Owen disappear over the balcony divider I looked at Lizzy who was looking a bit bemused. “He does that every morning before Jackson and Mason wake up. It’s a great way to wake up isn’t it?” I said. “Err, yes, it sure is. Can I use your shower again please?” Lizzy went into the bathroom and I just lay there thinking just how great life was, and wishing that I didn’t have to go back to England. When Lizzy came out of the bathroom she looked much more human and she said, “Well, I guess that I should go back to my room and see how the others are.” “Won’t they be wondering where you are?” “Maybe, but they’ll guess that I met someone and stayed at their place but they’ll be surprised when they see that I’m naked. Hey Emma, I will see you again before any of us go home won’t I?” “I’m sure that our paths will cross again. Are you going on the Beach Party excursion?” “Sure am, I’ve heard that it’s a right blast.” “So have I. Maybe see you there then.” “Probably.” Lizzy replied as she left my room for an early morning naked walk through the hotel to her room. I just lay there for a while, trying to count the number of ‘firsts’ that I’d done since I got there before getting up and going to the bathroom to prepare myself for the day. It was another day at my favourite beach letting the old men cover me with their cum then sunbathing with my legs spread wide in front of as many young men as I could find, and rubbing one out for most of them. Unfortunately, none of them volunteered to cover me with sunblock. Back at the hotel I did what I have usually done, leave what little clothes I was wearing with my other belongings on a sun lounger and dive into the pool to freshen up. When I surfaced Lizzy was right in front of me along with 2 other girls. All 3 looked to be as naked as I was. Lizzy introduced me to Bree and Kori, the 2 girls she was on holiday with. All 3 were friendly to each other so I guessed that they had resolved whatever it was the previous night. After a bit of small talk the 3 got out of the water and Lizzy asked me to join them which I did. “I’ve seen you down at the pool and around the hotel a few times Emma and you’ve always been naked.” Bree said, “This is our first time Kori and I have been totally naked. Lizzy talked Kori and I into it and I have to say that I like being naked in front of guys. It really turns me on.” “Yeah,” Kori added, “and the guys seem to like seeing our pussies as much as they like seeing our tits.” “Told you.” Lizzy said, “but Emma goes one step further don’t you Emma, you like rubbing one out for the guys don’t you?” “Yeah,” I replied, “it’s a sort of addiction. I can’t help myself.” “Wow, that’s one hell of an addiction.” Bree said, “so how often do you do it Emma?” “Six or eight times a day back home but here it’s a lot worse, or better, it can easily be double that number.” “Bloody hell Emma,” Bree said, “I bet that you can pick up the guys easily.” “You should try it Bree, look around, how many girls round this pool are sprawled out with their legs wide apart? Girls are brought up to keep their legs tightly closed but spreading them opens up a whole new world. Apart from being healthier, the guys are so much more friendly. You can have as much cock as you want.” “Yeah, Lizzy added, “put it out there and watch the guys come running, I had 3 last night.” “THREE!?” Kori said, “bloody hell girl, you didn’t tell us that. How many did you get last night Emma?” “Three, the same 3.” “You had some sort of gang-bang or orgy?” Kori asked. “I guess that you could call it either of those things.” Lizzy replied. By then my right hand had wandered to my pussy and the fingers were toying with my clit. “You’re not a shy girl then Emma?” Bree asked as she stared at my busy fingers. “Not out here I’m not, but back at home that’s a different story. Look, there’s some guys staring at us.” “That’s because of what you are doing Emma.” Kori said. “There’s nothing to stop you 3 from doing the same.” Lizzy’s legs were already flat on her lounger, and slightly open, and I watched both Bree and Kori drop the knees that had been bent, effectively hiding their pussies. And they both spread their legs a bit. “Doesn’t that make you feel good?” I asked. “Yes it does.” Bree replied, “but nervous as well, I’ve never put my pussy on display like this before.” “Stuff what your mother always told you,” I said, “put it out there, use it to have tons of fun, you’re only young once.” “I think that I’d better get rid of this landing strip as well.” Bree added. “Yeah,” Lizzy said, “Guys like the little girl look.” “And they don’t like getting a pubic hair stuck between their teeth.” I added. “Very true.” Lizzy said, “I got a guys pubic hair stuck between my teeth the other week and it took me hours to get rid of it.” “Hey look girls, those guys are coming over.” Bree said. “Hi ladies,” one of the guys said, “anyone like some sunblock rubbing on you? I’d hate to see any of you get sunburnt, especially those white bits” Bree giggled a little then all 4 of us said, “Yes please.” Unfortunately there were only 2 guys and Lizzy and Kori were nearest to them so the guys started on them first. Lizzy and Kori turned over and lay on their stomachs and I saw that they both spread their legs as much as the sun lounger would allow and I watched the 2 guys spreading the sunblock as I continued to toy with my clit. I was looking forward to getting 2 male hands on my body and hopefully, inside me as well. Kori and Lizzy were obviously enjoying it because they both moaned a little. I couldn’t see if the guys touched their pussies but a bit of squirming by both girls made me think that the guys had ‘accidentally’ touched them. When one of the guys slapped Kori’s butt and told her to turn over, she did, and without being asked if it was okay, the guy started on her chest. I watched Lizzy turn over just as the guy started on Kori’s tits. The guy working on Kori’s tits put his hands round the base of one tit and appeared to be squeezing to make the base smaller and the rest of her tit stick up further making it look bigger than it was. Kori must have liked what he was doing because she moaned and I saw a big smile on her face. The guy slid his hand up her tit to the nipple and gently pulled then twisted it a bit getting another moan out of Kori. Then he did it to her other tit before moving his hands lower down her body and upper thighs. I thought that he’d rub the lotion all over her pussy but he didn’t and Kori didn’t tell him to do it. I thought that it was a missed opportunity for her but hey, it was her choice. Once that guy had finished with Kori he turned and looked down on me and saw my fingers toying with my clit. “Hmm,” he said, “looking forward to this are you?” “Oh yes,” I replied, “I love having a man’s hands sliding ALL over my naked body.” I emphasised the ‘all’ in the hope that he wouldn’t miss out my pussy which was aching for some male attention. I turned over onto my stomach and spread my legs. I didn’t time him doing my back but I was sure it was less that he had with Kori and he was quickly asking me to turn over which I did, spreading my legs and putting my feet on the ground either side of the lounger. I watched the guy’s eyes go up and down my naked body and when they were on my pussy he said, “Have you already got some of this lotion on your pussy?” The guy asked. “Nope, that’s all natural.” I replied knowing that my pussy was leaking like an open tap. The guy smiled then started rubbing the sunblock on my arms and legs. I willed him to do that quickly and I moaned when he first touched my ribs. Within seconds he was squeezing my tits just like he had Kori’s. Now I’d squeezed my tits like that before, many times, but this was a guy doing it and it felt so much better. They were tingling like hell and when he pulled and twisted my nipples I nearly orgasmed. Then his hands moved down to the area of my body that I had been desperately waiting for and I just hoped that he wouldn’t avoid my pussy like he had with Kori. It was my lucky day. As he was rubbing the sunblock on my mons the side of his hand accidentally, I think, lightly slid over my protruding clit and an orgasm hit me like a stream train. My body rose up and went rigid for a couple of seconds then I collapsed down and started shaking. “Oh fuck, I needed that.” I said when I was able. “Wow, you’ve got a hair trigger there.” He said. “It’s called a clit.” I replied. “And a very sensitive one it is as well. Very nice.” “Can you finish the job please?” I asked. “Will you cum again?” “Maybe.” I don’t know if he was nervous or what but he did quickly rub sone sunblock on my pussy then he stood up. “Thanks whoever you are,” I said, “I really needed that.” “It was my pleasure, anytime, and it’s Dan.” “Thanks Dan, I’ll remember that. If you’re going to the Beach Party tomorrow I’ll probably see you there.” “Yes we are, I’ll look forward to that.” Dan replied. “That would be nice. I’ll need some sunblock on.” I turned my head and looked at the other girls and the other guy, all of whom were staring at me. As the guys walked away I asked, “What?” “Wow Emma,” Bree said, “when you go for it you really go for it. That was a real one wasn’t it?” “Of course, I never fake them.” The 4 of us girls talked for a while, mainly about the guys that were around the pool and what we’d like to do with them, but I didn’t tell them about my addiction or my nude beach visits each day. All the time I noticed that the other 3 had kept their legs open, although not as wide open as mine were. After a while the other 3 saw some guys on a balcony on the third floor and they obviously knew them because they held a shouting conversation about the club they were all going to that night. Lizzy asked me if I’d like to join them but I declined saying that I’d already made other arrangements. It was a lie but I just didn’t fancy a club, I never have thought much of them. When it came to the time to go and get ready to go out I stayed a bit longer and watched the 3 girls not bother to put any clothes on to go back to their room. I decided to jump into the pool and rub one out underwater before I went to my room. All those guys looking over our way had given me a ‘need’ that I needed to take care of. When I got out of the pool I lay on the lounger and after a while I noticed that Theo and Ben were back from where ever and were on their balcony looking down. I waved at them when I thought that they were looking at me and they waved back. “Time for another little gang-bang.” I thought and collected my things and went up to my room. I went straight out on to my balcony and was pleased that Theo and Ben were still on theirs. “Hi Emma,” Ben said when he saw me, “still not found any clothes then?” “Now how am I going to get an all over tan if I keep putting clothes on?” I asked. “Good point Emma,” Theo replied. “Do you fancy err, a repeat off err ….. “ “Are you trying to say that you want to fuck me Theo? If so, get those shorts off and get over here. You too Ben.” About 30 minutes later I’d had the first course of my evening meal, twice, and my addiction had been fed for a while. I kicked the boys out telling them that I needed some time in the bathroom for girly things. They didn’t argue. Another 30 or 40 minutes later I emerged from my bathroom feeling refreshed and very clean. I had to put the light on as the sun had gone down. I decided to wear my Lush again with it set to random blasts. Over it I put on one of the shredded micro skirts that I’d bought at Bethany’s shop. Looking outside it looked a little breezy and I was hoping that the thin strands of fabric would blow all over the place. For a top I wore a spaghetti strapped tank top that is cut off just below nipple level that promised to ride above my nipples every time that I moved. I had a relatively quiet evening. After eating at a cafe, I wandered around enjoying the random blasts from my Lush and having to find a quiet place a couple of times to rub one out or let the Lush take me over the edge. One time I’d gone onto a quiet side street and was leaning back on a wall and as I reached my peak I looked up and saw a couple of policemen looking at me. Fortunately I didn’t have a hand on my pussy and the policemen must have thought that I was ill or drunk. They guessed that I was English and asked me if I was okay. Somehow I managed to stand up straight and tell them that I was and to thank them for their concern. After they had gone I had a big grin on my face but at the same time I was relieved that I wasn’t rubbing my pussy when they saw me. When I got back to my hotel I both was and wasn’t pleased that neither sets of guys were there and I went to bed early. ***** My alarm woke me early and I was just contemplating getting up when I heard Owen climbing over the divider railings. I pretended to be still asleep and enjoyed him fucking me. I kicked him out as soon as we had finished, telling him that I had to go for an early breakfast because I was going on the Beach Party excursion. “We went last week Emma and we had a great time, but you being an uninhibited exhibitionist girl I’m sure that you’ll really enjoy yourself.” “What do you mean by that?” “Hey, we both know that it’s a lot easier for a girl to get what she wants, hell, girls can walk around naked and no one cares, well that’s not quite true, guys care and they love it, but if a guy walks around naked there’s a good chance that he’ll get locked up. Also, if a guy comes on to a girl and she doesn’t like him she can shout ‘rape’ and he’ll get locked up. If a girl comes on to a guy and he doesn’t like her he’s not going to shout ‘rape’, just ignore her. It’s all one-sided in favour of the girls.” “I’m not like that Owen.” “I know, and I wish that there were more girls like you around Emma. What I’m trying to say is that you can do just about whatever you want today, any day, and no one will complain. Hell, you could well be the most popular girl there today. You go for it girl.” “Thanks Owen, now you’d better go, I can hear noises from next door.” “There you go, you telling me to go doesn’t bother me but if the roles were reversed, most girls would get pissed with me telling them to go.” “Okay, okay, I get your point.” “You have lots of fun at the Beach Party Emma, bye.” “Seeya.” As I was getting ready to go for my breakfast I thought about what Owen had said and I had to agree with him. It is so much easier for girls. Back in my room after breakfast I had to choose what to wear. I wanted to be seen by the guys. I wanted them to stare at me and make me cum. I wondered if just guys staring at my naked body would make me cum without anything touching my pussy. I guessed that I’d have to leave that experiment for another day. In the end I chose one of my sideless T-shirts, one with a deep ‘V’ at the front and that is slightly see-through. Putting it on together with a pair of sandals, I grabbed a few things in a tote bag and went down to the lobby. Lizzy, Bree and Kori were there and so were the 2 guys that rubbed sunblock on us the previous afternoon and Ben and Theo and at least 20 others. “I hope that you’ve got a bikini in that bag Emma.” Bree asked me. “No.” “What if you want to go swimming or take part in any of the games?” Bree asked. “Then I’ll either take part like this or take it off.” “You’d enter games naked?” Bree asked. “Yeah, why not, the ancient Greeks used to enter the Olympics naked.” “You really do know how to put it out there Emma don’t you?” Bree said. “And she gets the results,” Lizzy added, “I bet that she’s been laid more times that we have since we got here.” I said nothing and a couple of minutes later the Rep came in and ushered us out to the waiting coach which already had lots of young people on it. I managed to get a seat next to Lizzy and we were soon trundling along the roads. The Rep came on the PA system and after welcoming us he told us that we were in for a fun filled day and he reminded us that if any of us were offended by nudity we should stay on the coach and the driver would take them back to the hotel. Fifteen minutes later we arrived at a little port where we saw 2 other coaches parked and dozens of young people transferring to a couple of smallish boats. By that time I was getting in urgent need to feed my addiction but short of rubbing one out as we transferred to one of the boats there was nothing that I could do about it. The boat trip was only about 30 minutes and during that time bottles of beer were being handed out and loudish music was being played. Bree told me that the tracks were all very popular ones that were played in the clubs but that meant nothing to me but I did recognise a couple of them. The boats pulled into a small cove with what looked like a beach about 100 metres long and high cliffs behind it making it only accessible by sea. There was a little landing stage that first one boat pulled up to and unloaded all the people on it, then when it moved out of the way the second boat moved in and the rest of the people disembarked followed by some men with crates, tables, boxes and other things. A PA system was soon setup and one of the Reps welcomed everyone and firstly told everyone where they could get more free drinks and later on, some food. Then he announced, “I’m sure that you’ve all heard of the American’s Spring Break and all the flesh and fun that they are, well we have our own Summer Break right here today and we’ll have as much, if not more, fun than the Yanks do. So, to get everyone in the right mood we will start with a wet T-shirt competition. Can any girl who wishes to take part come over to me.” The Rep / MC was standing at the back of the beach at the base of the cliff where the sand was much higher and some men had spread a large tarpaulin. I could see that they were filling a barrel with water which they were pumping up from the sea. There was no way that I wasn’t going to take part and I was one of the first girls to be standing in front of the MC. I looked around and saw that at least a dozen other girls were behind me. We were told to leave our belonging at the foot of the cliffs then we were given tiny T-shirts and rectangles of very thin, white fabric about 1.5 x 0.5 metres. The T-shirts were so thin that I could rip them from the top and bottom with my bare hands. I must have been the first person to get naked on that beach that day as I took off my T-shirt off then put on the provided one and wrapped the rectangle of fabric round my waist, knotting it between my left hip and my slit. Then we were each given a large card with a number on it. I was given the number 8. Girl 1 was called over to the MC who asked her for her name and where she was from. Then she was told to go over to the man next to the barrel of water where he dunked a bucket in the barrel then tipped it over the girl. Back in the middle of the tarpaulin she danced to a couple of tracks slowly ripping her T-shirt off and teasing taking the ‘mini sarong’ off revealing a standard bikini bottom before tying it back on It was very much the same for next 6 girls although a bit of twerking and bending at the waist was done by a couple of the girls. Then it was my turn and as soon as my music started I ripped off the T-shirt and hiked up the mini sarong thing letting everyone see that I wasn’t wearing a bikini bottoms or any knickers. That, of course, got the audience cheering and shouting and towards the end of the second track my right hand went to my pussy and the audience saw me rubbing my pussy for a few seconds. I really wanted, even needed, to finish myself off but I knew that my opportunity would come soon. Wearing just the mini sarong I went to the back where the other girls were and watched the rest of the girls have their turn. Once all 13 girls had had their turn the MC brought each girl in turn to the front and asked for cheering. Seven girls were then eliminated and I noted that all the 7 were ‘well built’, or put another way, they were fat, then the remaining 6 were invited in turn, to do their thing to another 2 tracks at the front or the tarpaulin. As each girl had their turn they danced and gyrated their hips whilst removing their T-shirts and sarongs. As their turn came to an end most girls teased lowering their bikini bottoms, or in 1 girl’s case, her knickers. Three of the girls actually dropped their bikini bottoms to the floor ending up totally naked albeit with landing strips. When it came to my turn my ‘sarong’ came off as I walked to the centre of the tarpaulin and I started dancing totally naked. I started doing all the sexy moves that I’d seen on the ‘Girls Gone Wild’ type videos and was soon twerking with my back to the audience and my legs spread wide. Then it was down on my spread knees, leaning back on one hand thrusting my hips up in the air. I knew the second track and as it got towards the middle my right hand went to my pussy and within a couple of seconds the orgasm that had been threatening to erupt out of me since I walked into the lobby in the hotel, exploded out of me. I was screaming, “YES, YES, OH FUCK.” But I doubted that anyone could hear me over the music and the encouragement from the audience. I kept rubbing my clit until the orgasm stared to fade then I realised that the only noise that I could hear was the cheering. I got to my feet, did a little curtsey and walked to the back of the other girls. “Wow,” the MC announced, “someone’s got into the right frame of mind very quickly, I’m sure that the rest of the day is going to be just as much fun. Now, girl number 10 please.” Girl 10 was the last of the 6 and she too got totally naked but she didn’t start frigging. Next, all 6 girls were called to the front 1 at a time for the MC to judge the audience noise level, but before the winner was announced all 6 girls were called upon to dance together for a few tracks. Three of us were still totally naked and 2 of the others soon removed their bikini bottoms. One of the girls must have seen the ‘Girls Gone Wild’ or similar videos because she came up to me and started kissing me whilst rubbing her naked front against mine. I responded in a similar fashion and our bodies were gyrating as one whilst we continued to kiss, tongues and all. Then the girl broke the kiss and got down on the floor and pulled me down on top of her and I went down the opposite way round, my knees either side of her chest. As I looked down at her pussy her legs spread wide, my mouth went to her pussy and I felt her tongue find my pussy. Neither of us orgasmed before the music stopped and the MC started talking as we got to our feet. “Well guys and gals, that’s the sort of thing that I’m sure we all want to see, but for now we have to choose a winner. It’s between 2 girls, our 69 ers. Would you all give the girl who was on the bottom a big round of applause. The audience did, and probably like me, most of them assumed that she was the winner but as the applause died down the MC asked for applause for the girl on top, me. I stepped forwards, spread my legs, thrust my hips forward and started rubbing my clit with my right hand and finger fucking myself with my left hand. All in front of an audience of around a hundred young adults. It was one step from my wildest dream and I started cumming almost instantly. The cheers from the audience was still quite loud when I started to get my wits about me and when it finally died down the MC announced that it was a tie and he gave us each a bottle of champagne. Before the MC started with whatever was next I asked him if it was okay to leave my bag where it was, up against the rocks. When he agreed I walked off into the audience, still totally naked and trying to open the bottle of champagne. I hadn’t seen her but I heard Bree’s voice and looked up to see her, Lizzy and Kori standing in front of me. All 3 were topless. “Wow Emma,” Kori said, “that was some performance, did you really cum twice?” “I told you yesterday. I don’t fake it, can you help me with this damned bottle, why do they make it so hard to get them open?” Bree grabbed the bottle and soon the cork was flying up into the air. As we shared the champagne I said, “Isn’t it about time that you 3 got naked as well as me and a few other girls? Lizzy started the ball rolling and got naked. Bree followed her, Bree saying, “What the hell, I guess that it might help me get laid.” Then we heard the MC announce, “Wow guys and gals, that last performance is going to take some beating but I’m sure that everyone will give it a fucking good try.” “What’s he going to do,” Bree asked, “get people fucking on the stage?” “I’m up for that.” I replied, “if it’s a cute guy that is.” “There’s plenty of those here.” Lizzy added. “Right guys and girls,” the MC continued, “we all know that it’s okay for girls to strip naked in front of guys but why should the girls have all the fun? Guys, how about we have a wet T-shirt competition for the guys? Any guys interested in showing their 6 packs and big muscles come on up.” “This is a first for me,” Bree said, “I’ve never seen a guys wet T-shirt competition before, I wonder how many guys will enter, most guys are usually too shy to do something like that.” “Maybe there’s some male strippers or strippergram guys here.” Kori replied. That possibility looked quite probable as 4 guys walked to the ‘stage’ and I saw that all 4 of them looked as though they spent hours in the gym every day. Soon, I could see all 4 guys at the back of the ‘stage’ wearing too small T-shirts and their boxers. “Okay girls,” the MC announced, “similar format so lets see what these guys can do.” Guy 1 came forwards and got a bucket of water tipped over him then the music started and he started dancing although the dancing was more of an opportunity for him to show his muscles. The T-shirt soon got ripped off revealing more muscles and a nice 6-pack. I guess that the MC had told the guys that because there was only 4 of them they’d go straight to round 2 because the guy started lowering his boxer shorts. There was squeals of pleasure from the girls in the audience as the guy’s semi erect cock got revealed. Not that I’m an expert on the subject of guy’s cocks but to me it seemed to be about the same size as the guys from the rooms on either side of mine. The music track came to and end with the guy swaying his hips around and his cock swinging from side to side. The squealing from the girls in the audience told me that they were enjoying the show. Kori, Lizzy and Bree screaming into my ears. They were so engrossed in the show that none of them saw that the fingers on my right hand were playing with my pussy. Guy 2 did a similar performance although his cock looked to be slightly smaller. Guy 3 started out in a similar way but when he ripped off his T-shirt I was a bit surprised at the size of the bulge in his boxers and when he lowered his boxers out sprang an average sized hard cock that pointed up to the sun. Of course all us girls loved this and I could feel my ears vibrating to the level of the girl’s screams. I could also feel my arousal level rising fast as my fingers worked harder and just as the track ended I past the point of no return and my legs struggled to keep me on my feet. “Thank you Tom (the name Guy 3 had given)” the MC announced, “that was a solid performance. I do hope that all you girls are keeping your hands above your waists, if not, I hope that you are letting the guys around you see what you are doing. Now, would our last contestant please step forward.” As Guy 3 walked to the back of the ‘stage’, Guy 4 stepped forward and Bree turned to look at me. “Emma,” Bree said, “have you just …… My gawd girl, you’re one horny bitch.” I wasn’t exactly in a position to reply to Bree because we heard Guy 4 tell the MC that he was a male model. There was a few screams from the audience then the music started and gasps and screams when he ripped his T-shirt off revealing an even bigger bulge in his boxers. When he lowered them the gasps and screams got louder as out sprang a huge, fully erect cock. It must have been at least 8 inches long. I was sure that he was deliberately ‘dancing’ around in such a way that his cock was swinging all over the place. “Thank you Guy 4,” the MC announced as the music stopped, “you said that you are a male model, are you sure that you aren’t a porn star?” If Guy 4 had replied to that I didn’t hear him because of the noise from the audience around me. When the noise level decreased enough the MC invited all 4 guys onto the ‘stage’ for the ‘dance off’, which was more like a posing session for the 4 guys. By then, all 4 cocks were pointing to the sun and the girls in the audience were loving it. I was a little disappointed that none of them started playing with their cocks but I was loving seeing them and my right hand was busy again. Finally, the judging was done and Guy 4, with his still rock hard cock, was presented with a bottle of champagne. When the noise level finally reduced the MC announced the next game, their own version of the UK TV dating show ‘Naked Attraction’. As soon as I heard that I handed the bottle of champagne to Lizzy and I was almost running to the front and the MC. By the time that I got there he was asking for 6 girls who would be prepared to strip naked and be judged in various states of nudity by 1 guy from the audience. Within seconds there was a queue of volunteers with me at the front. I looked back over my shoulder and saw 2 other totally naked girls and most of the rest were wearing only their bikini bottoms. Then the MC asked for a male volunteer, one who was at the back of the audience, presumably so that he couldn’t see the line of girl volunteers. As male hands went up, 2 of the MC’s male assistants went into the audience and blindfolded the male volunteer but kept him at the back of the audience, presumably so that the girls couldn’t see him.. Next the MC asked for another 12 male volunteers, explaining that they would be holding towels in front of the girls and raising them as instructed. Then he told the first 6 girls in the queue to line up, spread out along the front of the tarpaulin behind one of the towels and the numbers that were there, then the 12 guys to go one each side of each girl. The 6 girls were then told to get totally naked. As I was already totally naked I just stood there but I did move my feet so that they were just over shoulder width apart. I’d seen one episode of the show so I knew what was going to happen. The audience were treated to the sight of 6 naked girls lined-up, only one trying to cover her tits and pussy. The MC then told us 6 girls that our hands had to be by our sides all the time and if we couldn’t do that we would be replaced by another girl volunteer. No additional girl volunteer was brought forward so I assumed that the girl who had been covering up had dropped her hands. The MC then explained how the game would be played and the 12 guys lifted the towels in front of the girls so that we were covered from mid thigh up. As the MC was getting the blindfolded male volunteer to the front, one of the guys holding the towel in front of me whispered, “You should easily win this darling, you’re gorgeous.” That comment triggered the need for my addiction to be fed and my right hand moved to my pussy. “No covering up.” The guy on my other side whispered. “I’m not covering up., besides no one can see my pussy yet.” I whispered back and I saw the guy bend a little and his head turn so that he could get a better look at my right hand. “You go girl.” He said as he straightened up. Presumably the blindfold was taken off the male volunteer because I could hear the MC asking him to comment on each girls legs in turn. He was being very brutal with some of his comments about girl 3 and it was no surprise to me when she was the first girl to be eliminated. In my peripheral vision I saw the guys either side of girl 3 drop the towel and she walked forward. Then I heard her say, “Well, one man’s meat is another girl’s poison.” And then a few groans from the audience. Next, the MC asked for the towels to be raised up so that we were covered from the waist up. As my towel went up I moved my right hand away from my pussy and one of the guys holding my towel said, “Getting close were you?” “Yes.” I replied in a frustrated tone. The comments this time weren’t so brutal and he seemed to be saying that he liked the opposite of what the girl was, for example he told one girl that I had noticed had only trimmed her pubic hair that he preferred clean shaven girls. About another girl who the MC had said was showing a lot of lip, the guy said that he liked neat and tidy coin slots. A third girl who had very broad hips was told that she shouldn’t have any problems if she decided to have any kids. When it came to my turn the guy just said, “Wow, she looks ready for it.” When the MC asked him what he meant the guy replied, “Well look at her clit is already out and looking very proud, and she looks wetter than the ocean.” I guess that most girls would have been very embarrassed at that comment, but not me, I was grinning and feeling very proud of myself. I was also quite desperate to finish what I’d started a few minutes ago. The cheers from the audience also told me that they agreed with the guy. The girl with the very broad hips was eliminated. Then the 8 towel holding guys were asked to raise the towels so that only our heads were hidden. In turn, the MC started asking the guy what he thought of each girls tits. The comments from the guy were. “It would be easy to suffocate between those.” “Scary tattoos.” “Not many of those to the pound.” When it was his turn to comment on me he said, “Nice and perky and her nipples look like I could hang my coat on them, plenty to chew on there.” The girl with the huge tits was eliminated and the MC told the 6 remaining towel guys to remove the towels completely and he thanked all the guys for their participation. Then it was the round where the guy had to comment on the 3 remaining girl’s faces. Thankfully he had the common sense to not be derogatory although he did say that he wasn’t a fan of face tattoos or piercings. His only comment about my face was, “Cute.” The tattoo and pierced face girl got eliminated and I saw for the first time that when she was eliminated she had to go and hug the guy before disappearing into the crowd. “Right everyone, before we ask each of the 2 remaining contestants to tell the guy a little about herself there is just one more person who has to get naked. Ready when you are mate.” The MC said to the guy who looked a little stunned. I guessed that he hadn’t seen the TV show. The guy slowly removed his T-shirt and shorts then looked to the MC for confirmation that he meant totally naked. The MC gave a ‘come on then’ gesture with his hand and the guy slowly dropped his boxers revealing a reasonable, semi-erect cock. “Right then, the final elimination,” the MC asked, ”would girl 3 please tell our contestant who she is, how old she is, where she comes from and why she entered this competition.” The first 3 answers were not worth repeating although they were in a strong Brummie accent, but as she answered the last answer I saw the guy’s cock twitch. “I only got here last night and I wanted to see if I could catch a guy to spend tonight with.” “Well, win or not,” the MC replied, “I’m sure that you won’t have a problem doing that. Now,” contestant number 1, same questions.” I gave my first name and told the truth for the next 3 questions, the fourth answer being, “I entered this competition because it really turns me on being seen by guys like this.” I was still totally naked and my feet were as wide apart as they were when the competition started. “I’m sure that that won’t be a problem for you today honey. Now young man, decision time, which of these 2 beauties are you going to turn down?” I watched the guy as he thought about his decision, his cock starting to rise up. “Well,” the MC said, “these 2 beauties are wetting themselves waiting.” “THAT’S NOT PISS.” I heard from some guy in the audience which prompted a bit of cheering. “Reluctantly, I’ll turn down girl number 3.” The guy said finally and she walked up to him. The 2 naked bodies hugged and when they parted I saw that the guy’s cock was now pointing at the sun. “Okay girl number 1,” the MC announced, it’s your lucky day, come and meet your date for today, and to the guy he said, “try not to get stabbed by her chest.” I walked up to him and we had a naked hug. “Ouch.” The guy said as my nipples met his chest. “Hi,” I said, “How about we go and find somewhere to consummate our date?” “What.” The guy replied. “Let’s go and fuck.” The guy smiled and I grabbed his cock and led him through the audience then to the water’s edge. “Well.” the MC announced, “I think that we all know what those 2 are about to do. Right, we’re going to take an hour’s break before the next games so go and get some more beer and food. We’ve put out 5 small tarpaulins for anyone who wants show the rest of us some erotic dancing. That’s guys as well as girls.” With the waves trickling over our feet, I looked at the guy’s face and said, “So are we going to fuck or what?” “I’m game if you are.” He replied. “Down on your back mate, I’m going to ride you until you cum.” I said. As he got down I quickly looked around and saw a dozen or so people watching us. I looked at each of the guy’s faces and felt a little shudder knowing that I was about to ride a cock with them watching. “Another first.” I thought. And I did, bouncing up and down on him as he molested my tits, nearly pulling my nipples right off my tits. I rode him right though my first orgasm and was so close to cumming a second time when I felt him pump his warm cum deep inside me. I kept bouncing and just managed a second orgasm as his cock started to go soft. I just sat there getting my breath back and feeling his cock get softer and softer. When I finally rose to my feet the guy’s cock looked a lot smaller but it was covered in both our juices. “I’m going for a quick dip to get cleaned up.” I said and turned and walked into the sea. “That feels nice,” I though as I rubbed my pussy, not to start another fix, but to make sure that my pussy was clean. I even fingered myself to make sure that I cleaned the inside of me to try to release any cum that was reluctant to leave my body. Suitably refreshed I looked around for the guy and wasn’t disappointed when I couldn’t see him so I went back to see what was happening at the ‘stage’. To get there I had to pass the food and drinks tables and I saw Lizzy, Kori and Bree stuffing their faces. “Hi ladies,” I said, “good to see that you haven’t chickened-out and put your bikinis back on.” “Are you joking,” Bree replied, “I never thought that being naked with all these people around us could feel so good.” “Yeah,” Lizzy added, “all we have to do now is find some guys to fuck us.” “That shouldn’t be too difficult,” I said as I grabbed some food. “there’s plenty here, just go up to a guy who you fancy and ask them if they like your outfits. I’m surprised that you haven’t been hit on already.” “We have, we just didn’t fancy the guys.” Kori replied. After finishing eating and drinking I decided that I wanted to put on a bit of a show, similar to what I do when I’m in camgirl mode, so I went to see what these ‘small’ tarpaulins were like. They were only a couple of metres square and 3 of them had girls in just bikini bottoms dancing on them. Two of the girls looked to be quite ‘happy’ and were trying to dance sexily. I didn’t think much of the music track that was playing so I stood near one of the empty tarpaulins that was near a group of guys. “Are you going to have a go.” One of the guys asked. “Depends on the music.” I replied. “I like seeing naked girls dancing.” Another of the guys said. “You should look at some of the camgirl websites, there’s lots of naked girls dancing on those.” “I know,” the guy replied. “I watch them all the time back home but it’s better seeing girls in the flesh. Hey, you look a bit familiar.” I think that he was going to continue but I interrupted him by saying,” “I was just in that Naked Attraction game.” “Yeah, I saw you but there’s something else …..” Just then the music changed to a track that I liked so I went onto the tarpaulin and started dancing, twerking and hip gyrating and thrusting to the beat of the music; and sliding my hands ALL over my body. The music changed to a track that I liked even more, one that I often played at home when I was showing myself on my webcam. I sort of got carried away with myself and I did what I often do at home, fall back on my bed, put my legs up in the air, spread them very wide and frig myself to a very satisfying orgasm. The only real differences were that the tarpaulin was harder than my bed and in my bedroom and I don’t have a bunch of real guys staring at me. The orgasm hit me just as the track was ending but I finger fucked myself until all the waves of pleasure had gone. “Girl, that was so fucking hot.” I heard one of the guys say. I was still flat on my back with my legs spread wide when the MC interrupted the music and announced that the games were about to start again and that the first game was called ‘Kiss My Ass’ and he needed 5 girl volunteers, ones that thought that they had great butts. Well, I was up onto my feet and right in front of the MC in seconds and as I was getting there I saw that some helpers were rigging up what looked like a big sheet with 5 holes in it, all about butt height and around 30 to 40 centimetres in diameter. “Wow ladies,” the MC announced, “I didn’t think that there would be so many of you that wanted to show your bare butt, but don’t worry ladies, we can have 2 rounds of this game. Now, can I have 5 male volunteers please, and don’t worry guys, I’m not going to ask you to get naked.” Once 5 guys were selected, us 5 girls were given a big card with a number on it and told to go and stand in front of the big sheet. “Right guys, take a good look at the girls and remember their numbers.” Thirty seconds later us girls were told to go round the back of the big sheet and the girls who were still wearing their bikini bottoms were told to take them off then we we told to pick any hole in the sheet at random and when the MC shouted NOW, stick our butt in the holes in the sheet. “Okay guys,” the MC announced, “pick an ass and you have 30 seconds to kiss that ass and then decided which number girl the ass belongs to, starting from NOW.” As I pushed my butt up to the nearest hole I bent over, spread my legs wide and pushed my butt through the hole knowing that my pussy would be on show as well as my butt. Within a couple of seconds I felt a guy kissing my butt, but it wasn’t just my butt, his tongue quickly found my wet pussy and and was working its magic. The guy really knew how to use his tongue. I looked to the girls at both my sides and saw that all the other 4 girls were stood upright, either not wanting or not realising that being up straight their pussies wouldn’t be available to the guys. As my arousal started to increase the MC announced that the time was up and the tongue disappeared from my butt. “Okay guys,” the MC announced, “tell me the number of the girl whose butt you just kissed.” All 5, in turn, said a number and us girls were then told to come round the front of the big sheet and stand in the same order then hold up our numbers. Only the guy who had kissed my butt got it right and the MC thanked everyone who had taken part. As we all started walking towards the audience the MC announced, “Not you number 1, you get to go into round 2, stay where you are.” The 4 waiting girls joined me, the MC recruited 5 more guys and round 2 got under way. That process didn’t take long and by the time I was sticking my butt through the hole in the big sheet I just knew that there was 90% chance that if the guy was any good I’d get the fix that I desperately needed. He was, and I did, the guys holding the big sheet up staring at me, one of them smiling. Out the front the guy licking my pussy had to back-off early because my body was jerking about. When the guys were guessing which girl’s butt they had been kissing I heard 1 guy say, “That’s definitely number 1, that pussy, sorry, butt was sticking out just like she did in the last round.” “Okay girls,” the MC announced, come on round the front and let’s see which guy was right.” We did and this time 2 of the guys got it right, me being one of them. The MC told all the contestants that they could leave, and again he held me back. With the microphone behind his back he said to me, “I’m pretty sure that you’ll like this next game, hang around here.” Then he announced, “Well guys and girls, we only have one more game to go and this one gets VERY personal. I’m looking for 5 girls who are prepared to get naked and lay spread eagle on the ‘stage’. But before all you girls run up here stripping all your clothes off, I need to tell you that this is a pussy eating competition. I watched as a 7 girls stepped forward and joined me I saw that Bree and Lizzy were 2 of them. “Hmm, 8 girls,” the MC said, “I guess that we can play the game with all 8 of you. Get naked girls, you are going to heaven and you’re not gonna know who took you there.” Everyone watched as the 3 girls who weren’t naked took their bikinis off then the MC told all 8 of us to go over to the stage and spread out in a straight line facing the audience. As we did so I saw 8 local guys move in and we were all blindfolded and given a big cards with a number on it. Finally we were all told to lay on our backs with our feet nearest the audience. I didn’t know what the other girls were doing but I remembered that the MC had said that we were to lay spread eagle so I spread my legs quite wide. As I lay there with my pussy on full display to around a hundred young people I heard the MC ask for 8 guy volunteers. “Woah there guys,” The MC announced, this game could go on for a while so there’s a good chance that all the guys here will get the chance to eat some pussy.” I suddenly had a vision of 50 guys lining up to eat my pussy and the tingling in my pussy and nipples suddenly go a lot stronger and my pussy felt like a river was flowing out of it. “Okay guys, the first 8 of you go and stand between one of the girl’s feet.” I felt the tarpaulin near my feet move a little and I guessed that an unknown guy was now standing between my feet looking down at my spread and very wet pussy. “Right guys, the rules are simple,” the MC announced. “When the bell rings you start eating the pussy in front of you. When the bell rings again 1 minute later you stop eating, stand up then move to the girl on your right. The guy at the end on the right has 5 seconds to get to the girl at the other end of the line. When the bell rings again the process starts again. Now just one important rule guys, you can nibble but please, no biting, we don’t want to have to send a girl to hospital to get her clit sown back on. Girls, there’s a guy stood by your head and he will count the number of times that you cum, and be warned, all those guys are good at telling if a girl is faking it. When I stop the game the girl who has cum the most times is the winner. Are you ready guys?” As the MC was saying all that I imagined the game going on for hours and me cumming hundreds of times. I was a very happy little bunny. The bell rang and I felt movement between my legs then a tongue licking up the length of my slit. I moaned, then moaned again when the tongue found my clit. That first minute felt to me like 10 seconds that certainly wasn’t enough to make me cum, and the 5 second interval was an eternity and enough to lower my arousal level. The second tongue was just as good, or bad, as the first one, and again it didn’t make me cum. When the bell rang again I started to wonder if that 1 minute then the 5 second interval was designed to make the girls as horny as hell but not to make them cum, to edge them. Then I had an idea. Just before the bell rang to start the third round of teasing I swung my legs up and over. Catching them with my hands I locked them behind my shoulders leaving my pussy looking up at the sky and still spread quite a lot. “Nice one.” I heard the third guy say just before his mouth attacked my pussy. That was better, the guy obviously found it easier to get at my pussy and in that 1 minute, not only was his tongue doing a pretty good job, but I also felt one of his fingers sink into my hole. I hoped that the subsequent guys did the same. Most of them did and as the sixth guys tongue and teeth attacked my pussy I started to cum. That damned 5 second break was a real pain as it allowed my orgasm to just about fade away and when the next guy started to attack my pussy the next orgasm had to start almost from scratch. During one of the change-over intervals I heard the MC organising the next 8 guys ready to move in to replace the first 8. By that time I’d cum twice and a third one was building. On and on it went with me having orgasms as every 3 or 4 different guys attacked my pussy. I would have loved to see the faces of all the guys that ate my pussy, but as a consolation I had lots of orgasms. I have no idea how long it went on for, nor how many different guys tasted my pussy but I was starting to get a little tired. As soon as the MC announced that the game had ended I dropped my legs and pushed the blindfold up. Quickly getting up on my elbows I saw that 1 girl was missing. I guessed that she couldn’t cope and had withdrawn somewhere along the line. I wondered if she had had any orgasms. The MC then announced the scores and I was pleased that I had cum 8 times, the nearest being Bree who had cum 6 times. It was a knackered me that collected my bottle of champagne and headed to where I had last seen Kori. Bree and Lizzy caught up with me and Bree told me that I looked knackered. “I am, but you don’t look much better.” We found Kori and we all went to the water’s edge, sat in a row with the water lapping up our legs and over our bare pussies because we’d all spread our legs a bit, and we drank the champagne. Champagne gone, I got to my feet saying that I was going to get some beers. As I walked I looked around and saw people everywhere. Some were talking in groups, others dancing. Just about all the guys were topless and a large percentage of the girls were as well. Around a quarter of the girls were naked. Some couples were all over each other and I saw one girl with her legs up around a guy’s waist and he had his hands under her bare butt and was raising and lowering her. A couple of guys tried to hit on me with stupid questions but one group of 4 guys put an idea in my head. As I walked back passed those 4 guys I said, “There’s 4 of us girls at the water’s edge if you fancy joining us.” I watched the guys look at each other then start following me. “Look what I’ve found.” I said as I sat down next to Lizzy and handed the beers out. There was no space between each of us girls so the guys went round to the front of us, and because we all still had our legs open the guys could stand between our feet. After introductions, all 4 guys squat between our legs and I noticed that the guy between my legs spent most of the time looking well below my eyes. As the small talk continued I could feel myself getting more and more horny. In the end I got to my feet, grabbed the guy’s hand and walked into the sea saying, “Come on, there’s something I need you to do.” Less than a minute later we were cock deep in the sea and I was floating on my back with my legs around the guy’s hips. As I’d walked into the sea I looked around and saw other couples that looked as if they were doing what I was about to do. It was another first for me. “You know what to do now don’t you? I asked. The guy didn’t need to be asked more explicitly, and soon I was sighing as his cock penetrated me and a few minutes later I was cumming for the, I have no idea how many times that day. After we’d both cum I told the guy that I was going to have a bit of a swim to get refreshed. What I didn’t tell him was that I needed a piss as well and I didn’t know how yellow it would be. As I got out of the sea I noticed that Bree and Lizzy were missing and when I looked around I saw them in the water with the guys who had been chatting to. I sat next to Kori and it wasn’t long before the guy gave up and left. I asked Kori why she hadn’t joined the game earlier and gone into the sea with the guy that had been trying to hit on her. “Wrong time of the month but I’m going to make up for it over the rest of the holiday.” “Are you coming to the Beach Party next week?” I asked. “Hell yeah, wouldn’t miss it for the world. You Emma?” “Too right I am.” I replied. Shortly after that we heard the MC announcing that the party was ending and it was time to start heading back and he asked people to make their way to the boats. When Lizzy and Bree got back we went and collected our belongings and headed to the boats. None of the 4 of us put any clothes on and I saw that quite a few other girls were getting on the boats either topless or naked. On the boat there was more music but it wasn’t too loud to stop some guys trying to hit on us but the boat trip wasn’t that long and the guys got nowhere. As the boats approached the little port I noticed other girls putting clothes on. When Bree asked me if I was going to put my T-shirt on I said that I couldn’t be bothered and that if anyone saw me and wasn’t happy then it was just tough for them. Lizzy and Bree put their clothes back in their bags and the 4 of us walked together to the coach still totally naked, but we weren’t the only girls still naked, I saw a couple of them heading to one of the other coaches. As no one complained I assumed that it really was okay for girls to be naked in public. The coach driver just stared at us and I guessed that he’d had naked girl passengers before and it wasn’t long before us 4 naked girls were walking into the hotel in amongst the rest of the people who had been on that excursion. The holiday Rep came into the hotel as well and before we went up to our rooms, Lizzy, Kori, Bree and myself joined a few others who wanted to book our places on the Beach Party excursion the following week. Back in my room I had a shower then went and sat on my balcony, only to find Ben and Theo sat on their balcony. We talked about the Beach Party and they told me that they’d both eaten my pussy. After a while they climbed over the balcony divider and took it in turns at either end of a spit roast until we were all too tired to continue. I had another shower then a nap before going out and getting some food. ***** The next day was another day at the beach on my own. I needed a quiet day after the Beach Party. That day also marked the end of my first week there and I vowed to do every thing that I’d done the first week, on the second week as well. Well not everything, I didn’t book the Historic Tour again but for a few minutes whilst laying spread eagle on the beach I did wonder how easy it would be to get to that monument using public transport. I also got a bit braver walking around the resort both wearing next to nothing and nothing at all. ***** I was really did have mixed feelings when it came time to come back to England. None of them being the desire to get back to normality at home. I really did want to repeat those 2 week over and over. I was also very proud of myself for the way I had got over my shyness with guys and I wondered if it was because I’d finally got laid. I’d also discovered how easy it is to tease guys and to get them to do what I want just by flashing a lot of skin, the parts of a girl’s body that guys lust after. Up until that holiday I’d always had a little bit of guilt when I’d rubbed one out with guys watching me. Guilt that I was using them to feed my addiction, but that holiday knocked that out of me. My pleasure was my priority. ***** It took a couple of days for that middle-aged man to discover that I hadn’t moved out of my house permanently, then it was back to him standing outside my front window watching me exercise and feeding my addiction on my sofa. ***** The following Saturday I went back to Bethany’s shop to tell her all about my holiday and to let her know that I really wanted to model her clothes for her shop website and also make some videos for her porn website. Bethany told me that her boyfriend and some other male friends of theirs would be more than happy to help me. We also talked about my addiction and Bethany told me that she knew plenty of guys who would help me with that as well.

Fertility Clinic bythomas_dean© The Western Avenue Fertility Clinic: PT 1: THE INTERN Moving around the examination room naked to keep from shivering, I studied the anatomical illustrations on the wall. "Ms Warbler," Nurse Rhonda Chafer, a tall, broad shouldered woman in scrubs filled the doorway, "Doctor, will be with you presently." When I pointed to the bundle of clothes in her hands, she assured me, "your clothes will be returned at the end of your tour of the facility." Clothes removed for a perfunctory examination by the nurse, I now awaited Dr Velour, the operator of a fertility clinic. I had applied for an internship to complete coursework for my degree in Industrial Psychology. The hard - boiled female nurse arms cradling the bundle of my underwear, pull-over sweater, jeans and shoes apologized for leaving me, "in an unclothed condition." She took a breath. "Ms Warbler, unfortunately, we're short on those disposable hospital gowns at the moment. They're reserved for patients. Try to make yourself," she paused with as smirk, "as comfortable as possible." I chuckled, "I was sent here as a prospective intern for my college research paper in Industrial Psychology and end up politely plucked of my plumage and palpitating," I made light of my situation. Once Nurse Chafer left the room, I studied the images on the wall which depicted a naked blond woman, smiling as she rubbed her belly through various stages of pregnancy designed to demonstrate the expanding belly and burgeoning breasts. Instinctively, I turned around. A short woman youngish for a doctor, Eda Velour, smiling pleasantly, arms crossed over her lab coat, stood silently by observing me. "That's what we do here. We make women who can't or won't manage it the natural way for some reason or another, pregnant. Their reasons would make a fascinating study for your project. Wouldn't it?" In my initial interview with Dr Velour before the physical, I had been advised, "The clinic has certain privacy and proprietary concerns," Dr Velour aggressively leaned forward to forcefully assert, "primarily to protect our clientele, but also to protect the business. Virile men, mostly young, college age, many just boys your age -- possibly you've seen them about the campus, come here to donate sperm; nubile women come here to be impregnated. You would have to sign a confidentiality agreement, like every employee. In your case, you must surrender editorial control over the contents of your paper." Beginning her examination, Dr Velour read from her electronic notebook. "Amy Warbler, age 22, Female, Heterosexual, in a relationship, sex 3 -- 4 times a week," Dr Velour looked up, paused to shoot me an evil smile and snickered, "lucky girl. Birth control, preferred position woman on top," the Doctor raised her penciled -- in eyebrows noting, "position resolved by wrestling? You may take advantage of our gymnasium to limber up." Gymnasium? I wondered. Where does Dr Velour hide it? From the street, the clinic appeared to be located in a simple store front. "Yes," Dr Velour commented, "A hearty work out would do you good before you engage in your next round of the battle of the sexes with your partner." "Good exercise, indeed!" I declared. The enthusiasm of my response drew a delayed reaction of momentary shock and amusement when I added, "Jerry likes a stiff challenge." "You're here to study Industrial Psychology up close in a people intensive industry," Dr Velour, belatedly reacting to my double -- entend with a strained smile, noted. "Like you said," I replied with a chuckle, "this business produces people. The women pay to get pregnant. Understanding their motivations could be an important factor in recruiting new business." "Indeed," Dr Velour agreed. "Can I ask what interested you in performing your internship requirement through the Western Avenue Fertility Clinic?" "Your Facility," I advised her, "is strategically located between my off -- campus apartment and the campus and within walking distance of both." "Indeed, the role of convenience in making choices, even in the weighty matters of life, boils down to the old saw: location, location, location." Dr Velour shot me a pleasant smile. "Ok, Nurse Chafer took all the lab work and took your vitals," Dr Velour, looking down at her electronic notepad, reminded me, "Now, let's get to work. My style of internal examination is different from those you might have experienced." After a pause, Dr Velour ordered, "Turn around, feet apart, bend at the waist. Nurse lubricated your anal cavity to take a rectal temperature. Just to make things go smoothly," Dr Velour, a glistening smile sprouting, paused, "I'm going to do it again." I sighed as I steeled myself to send my mind somewhere else. "Despite powerful hands," I, turning my back to the Doctor, recounted, "Nurse Chafer administered a gentle massage with considerable patience." I took a deep breath as my bare feet were gently pushed further apart by a gentle nudge from Dr Velour's sneakers. I grunted as Dr Velour announced that "I am conducting a bimanual internal examination of the anal and vaginal cavities." Reflexively, I gasped as I bucked up against her penetrating thumb and fingers. "I'm going to," Dr Velour, leaning over me, implanting her breasts into my back, advised, "palpate your lower abdomen for signs of ovarian, renal or intestinal abnormalities." Hmm, my mind brought me to rolling on the floor with Jerry. When emerging on top, Jerry held me face down for doggy style penetration. Jerry's hands would reach across my belly. "I'm feeling for my cock," he'd whisper, "to jerk myself off inside you." Much like Jerry making love, Dr Velour, examining me, sent nimble fingers across my pubis. Both hands met inside me long enough to vigorously tease my clit. My breathing became rapid. I ground my butt against her intruding fingers while I softly murmured, "fuck -- me." I tended to me much louder while I pumped Jerry for his man sap. "There," Dr Velour retracted her fingers slowly softly caressing my clit and vaginal lips on the way out, out, "that didn't hurt a bit. If you're ready for your tour, I'll have the nurse escort you to the employee showers." "Clothes?" I reminded Dr Velour by holding my hands away from my hips to display my bare body. Promised that "Nurse should see to clothing," I waited for what seemed to be an eternity until the nurse tapped on the door and entered. "Ready?" When I requested my clothing, Nurse Chafer touched her notebook and a hidden door behind one of the anatomical charts opened. Though a passageway, we found ourselves upon a steel grated catwalk illuminated by light bulbs dangling from a wire. "First showers," the nurse, pointing to the catwalk, ordered, "shall we go?" Noting my surprise, the nurse added, "Back stage." I sighed when my bare feet touched the steel grid. The nurse chuckling, pointing to either end of the building, "This is called the walk of shame. It connects the lockers with the showers. The fertility clinic is a sterile environment. Employees shower with an antibacterial soap before and after work and in migrating between different zones." Biting my lip, I wondered what had propelled my bare feet forward onto the cold steel grid of the catwalk? Momentarily pausing to look over the rail, I was shocked to see immediately below me the overheat lighting structure for a swimming pool and gym. I looked at my escort in confusion. The clinic's frontage on Western Avenue gave no clue of such an extensive underground operation. Was this an athletic club or a fertility clinic? Nurse Chafer, placing a heavy hand on my shoulder and peering over the rail, noted, "one of the perks offered to the sperm donors, free gymnasium. Some employees use it in their free time. Males exercise with an athletic supporter; swim nude. Females are issued a two -- piece." "And genetic male employees who identify as female," I prodded. "Must trans -- men wear the jock strap in the gym and swim nude?" "The issue of trans -- men in the gym has yet to arise," came the curt reply. "Any second thoughts?" the Nurse asked with an evil grin. I sighed. "Going forward isn't solely a question of having already pliantly complied this far. I need this internship to graduate. The incentive of a paycheck is sufficient to endure," I grimaced, "unusual conditions." A bright light, reflecting off glistening tiled walls, shining at the end of the catwalk, marked the showers. "With pressure from local human rights commission upon all employers to provide equality for trans -- men," Nurse Chafer explained as we proceeded to the shower, "we don't provide separate lockers or showers for employees reporting in. New employees can be eh -- uneasy in the beginning. It wears off." Chuckling at her "interesting choice of words," I suggested, "Guys standing there, drooling at girls; girls throwing globules of soap at them like the silliness in junior high school gym classes." "Some older employees have had more difficulty adjusting," Nurse Chafer positioned me under a spigot, instructing "Stand there." Moving out of the way, the nurse added, "but in this business, we're looking at naked males getting jerked off by a machine and nude females getting eh-stimulated -- eh pre - insemination all day long. Otherwise," the nurse added as soapy water rained down on me, "functional nudity for the co -- ed shower seems ordinary enough." As I toweled off, the nurse handed me a two piece and white athletic socks and sneakers. Holding up top and bottom in front of me and stretching the thong, I remarked, "less than one pass of the shuttle didn't leave much fabric." While I stepped into the thong, the nurse commented, "One size fits all! You'll find the material is very pliable. It expands," she explained while I took a breath to pull the top over my boobs, "to fit most figures." From the employee showers, I was led into the donor's showers where the nurse waived to Alison, a barefoot woman in a skin - tight pastel bikini before we passed down a ramp into the gym. As we passed under the level of the gym's overhead lights, I went blind for a second. "You'll get used to it," Nurse Chafer smiled. At the white tiled, gym level we came past three offices. At the first office, the door was closed and the blinds over glass window in the door and the wall was shuttered. The nurse noted, "Dr Velour's and Dr Stroker's private office." A smaller office's door was open. "This would be your office. You keep your notes and prepare your paper here. Nothing leaves the building." In the next office, blond haired Greta, the manager of the gym, rose, muscular thighs flexed, to greet us. "Nurse Chafer, is this our new intern?" Strong arms gripping me, Greta explained, "the gym is a perk for our hearty stallions for a time left unbridled to work off frustration. Employees may workout in their spare time." "Do many employees take advantage of the gym?" I asked. "Out of two dozen regular employees," Greta advised, "only two or three -- mostly men participate in off -- duty gymnastic exercise and swimming. What keeps more men on staff away, surprisingly is the nudity. Like patient and donors, to enter the pool, male staff must have body hair depilated. Female patients and employees are welcome but only an occasional woman other than myself or Dr Velour takes advantage." "Naturally, I suppose. While I'm on the cleaning crew, I suppose I will be working down here, occasionally," I responded. "You will be given an hour to record your observations," Greta noted, "and to go over your findings with me or Dr Velour." Holding her arm out toward the gym, "Shall we tour our state of the art gym?" After a tour of the nicely shined exercise machinery, Greta, taking a few minutes to work dead lifting weights, questioned me, "How much iron do you suppose you can pump?" Transfixed by her powerful deltoids and biceps, I, when prompted, replied, "I never tested myself." "On janitorial staff, you'll have to lift some heavy weights," Greta, spoke without hesitating between reps, "Spend some time working out here. Now, nothing like the pool." Greta stripped off her running shorts and cotton T shirt, revealing a firm body, not an ounce of fat. "Join me," she invited. Nurse Chafer nodded to me to join Greta in the pool. Her glance, searing through the two piece, told me to swim nude. I managed two or three laps. I was standing on the deck covered in a towel shivering with my arms crossed, when Greta triumphantly raised her arms. Leaping out of the pool, Greta did some cartwheels on the deck. Wishing me well with a hug on my project here, Greta assured me, "We'll have some fun together." Palpitating my boobs, Greta whispered, "We'll harden your boobs, firm up that jelly belly and," with a playful whack on the butt, Greta declared, "tighten those muscles of that fleshy derriere!" Back in the shower, rinsing off, I was reminded by Nurse Chafer that in a sterile facility, a shower was required to move between different sections. As I toweled off, I accused Nurse Chafer of "just enjoying watching me naked." "I'm a nurse," Nurse Chafer retorted, "that's my privilege." Throwing me a smock, a thong, loose pantaloons, booties and hood—all a subdued light grey, Chafer noted, "it's a unisex cleaners' uniform." Informed me that the pants were optional, I tossed the pants back. "Jerry and I may wrestle for top position, but still Jerry prefers me to be 100% female. He wears the pants—because I say so." Reflectively, the nurse observed, "Your choice. Employees have a legal right to decide to determine a gender identity." "I've wondered how that works. Suppose a trans -- man wants to be impregnated," I, throwing the grey smock over my head, asked, "or a FTM, female -- to -- male wants to donate sperm?" With a chuckle, the nurse paused to contemplate before formulating her response, "I leave it to the doctors to decide how to deal with the situation in which legal requirements come up against biological impossibility. Perhaps," the nurse's voice turned cheery, "you may play an important role: providing assistance -- eh coming with resolutions -- eh in rummaging through such -- er novel questions." From the employee showers, I was once again in the donor's showers where the nurse waived to Alison, a barefoot woman in that pastel bikini before we passed into male treatment rooms. "Generally," the nurse explained, "cleaning in the AM begins here at 5AM. Males are depositing bodily secretions into the treatment rooms from 6AM onward. To prevent spread of disease, each room must be antiseptically cleaned before we open at 6 am and after each use." Escorting me behind the treatment rooms to an observation booth, the nurse suggested, "Let`s, take a peek. Shall we?" A flick of a switch rendered the wall transparent. On the other side of the wall a male was laying face down on a workout bench, muscles tensed, butt burnished red, legs spread across the bench, a darkened face shield enshrouded his head. "It's very different from the classical sperm donation clinic," the nurse observed, "y'know the places where guys came in to jerk themselves off to pornographic pictures. Here the conditions replicate not only the mechanics of intercourse but also create the warmth of intimacy." "How do you replicate the physical conditions of intercourse?" I asked. "The male is comfortably placed, in sexual position," Nurse Chafer explained, "of choice. Here the male is lying face down; his genitalia is inserted in a sleeve, a thin pouch which is plugged," the nurse lifted her eyebrows and smiled in self - conceit, "into device which simulates the moist warmth and viscosity of a woman's orifice. The machine`s pulsations draw sympathetic responses in the male organs precipitating male orgasm yielding ejaculate." "And the opaque blinder?" I questioned, "aren't men very visual in arousal?" "What you call `the blinder' is really a screen which creates a virtual reality either from stock footage or from an original production." "Original production," I laughed, "are you telling me, the facility produces porn?" "Oh, no," the nurse shook her head, "I suppose we could, but our original productions are custom made for the particular donor. The gentleman, ordering an individualized virtual encounter, visualizes his significant other in a fantasy that the clinic has filmed. Shall we move on?" Back in the male shower, Alison, the tall thin shower girl in a pastel bikini, was at the cabinet in the corner stowing towels and soaps. The nurse announced our presence, "Still quiet, Alison." "Mid -- day shift is the slowest," Alison advised, "most of the guys come before 9AM or after 6PM to drop their wad, shower, or use the gym." "I guess," I interjected, "you enjoy the quiet." "Older female employees might prefer the mid -- day shift if they have to work the men's shower, but there are some advantages to working the busy hours; the cups and front panel can get weighted down..." A frosty glance from Nurse Chafer cut off the response. "The day goes faster when you're busy," the Nurse concluded the discussion, "So much to learn," the Nurse declared in a cheery voice, "Let's move into the male locker." In the donor's locker, a naked man was carefully hanging his clothes in an open locker. Greeting the nurse, Hal claimed to be waiting for an attendant to release him. Release? I wondered. Is he being confined? My eyes widened when he smiled and turned to face us. I could not help staring at his masculine genitalia ensconced in a wire cage. "Are you here for a donation?" the nurse asked, "or just a workout and a shower?" Before answering, the man glanced at me. "Oh, I'm sorry. I've forgotten to introduce Amy. She'll be joining us. You'll be seeing here when you report in for your early morning work -- out or donation." "Day -- off, just a few hours in the gym and a workout in the gym." The man responded. Nodding approvingly as she pressed a button on her notebook to open the device, the nurse quipped, "just some time dangling with loose change." When the comment drew a smile, her inquiry after the relative comfort of the bird cage by comparison to the iron cup drew an explanation of difficulties positioning. "You have to be careful," Hall remarked, patting his belly, "lying on your belly, but Macy says the cage force me to consider her needs." "Speaking of her needs, have you considered bringing Macy to the clinic on a couples` day?" the nurse called out to man as he turned to proceed to the showers. "Hmm, Macy," facing us, Hal expressed concern, "is ah—afraid of intruding on my man -- space ..." "And not the electric shock," the nurse chided Hal, "the magnet attraction of finding yourselves naked together." "We're saving for a house," Hal explained, "To attain the high sperm count the clinic pays for, certain sacrifices, eh -- restrictions are required; to maintain physique, the exercise regimen." When Hal vanished into the mists of the shower, I asked, "Are donors encouraged to bring spouses along?" "The Facility gives away little for free," the nurse explained, "there's an expectation that something productive can be developed. Exactly what form that takes, you may learn. Next step, we return you to the examination room to talk to Dr Velour and to prepare you to leave." Once again, we were in a passageway. The nurse stopped at a consultation room and switched a command which rendered the wall transparent. "Dr Velour is conducting a monitoring interview of donor. Inside the room a naked, young man stood next to an examining table. Dr Velour, pushing the patient's head to the side while fondling the patient's testicles, ordered the man to cough. "Mr Hauser," Dr Velour addressed the donor, "you're a young heterosexual man, married with a child, could you explain why you want to `bind up your loins' into a cock and ball jam? I grant you release from the muzzle only when release of the pent - up tension will produce a maximum yield?" "Duh, the money?" Mr Hauser replied. A shocked look appeared on Dr Velour's face. Mystified by Dr Velour's reaction, I turned to the nurse with a perplexed look. With a self -- satisfied smile, Nurse Chafer, leaning on my shoulder, whispered in my ear, "Dr Hauser is so intelligent that she can underestimate the subject -- eh patient." In the examining room, handing the patient a condom, Dr Velour ordered, "Turn around, spread your legs, bend over." Playfully slapping the patient on the butt, Dr Velour added, "I need a sperm sample. Pull those cheeks apart." Pausing to pull on latex gloves and dipping the fingertips in goo, Velour promised, "This shouldn't hurt a bit." The patient grunted as Dr Velour explained, "Your contract requires chastity. You may engage in sex only when I permit it." Dr Velour paused for emphasis. "With your genitals -- your cock and balls," her voice was deliberately elevated at the vulgar word, "in a chastity device, you obtain release two or three times a week -- here." Leaning forward, Dr Velour fired a question, "How does your wife feel about a husband functionally neutered?" Dr Velour could not conceal her shock at the curt response: "Birth control," Mr Hauser replied. Led further down the companionway, Nurse Chafer confided at low breath, "The sperm sample is taken by manual manipulation of the prostate which forces a male to ejaculate. The procedure is painless. It might even prove pleasurable, but many men object to that type of physical contact." "Why then is it necessary, if you have all these machines to tap man sap?" I asked. "It's part of control," Nurse Chafer snickered. Entering the examination room where the tour began, Nurse Chafer collected the cleaner`s uniform leaving me naked. "Dr Velour wants to speak with you before you leave. Doc's a little busy with screening at the moment. She'll be with you presently." Pausing at the door, Nurse Chafe, snorted, "Still a - game?" "This should prove to be an interesting experience," I replied. Ch 2 Only A Game "Somehow," my husband Jerry teased me as I rolled away from him to get out of bed at 3AM, "it's appropriate that you begin your internship in a fertility clinic on Valentine's Day. Care to sneak me in there to try out my equipment?" Bare body, freed from the covers, meeting the cold winter air, I might have liked to have allowed Jerry's strong hands to pull me back into bed, but I couldn't be late on my first day. "You needn't worry about your desirability as a sperm donor. You need to worry about your jealous sperm donee." I smirked. Much as we could use extra money to buy the house, Jerry enjoyed spontaneity in bed. So, did I. Could he submit to the clinic's rules? To be admitted to the program, male Donors were locked down in a "cock block," a chastity device between donations. During my interview, Dr Velour's dark eyes penetrated my bare body when she told me, "It maximizes the yield." I shook off Jerry's hands to start marching for the shower, dismissing his attentions with the remark, "You already got your Valentine." Laughing, Jerry called after me, "if you have to shower before starting work, why do you need to shower off before you go?" "Because sometime in the middle of the night I found myself on my belly, naked, bucking up to you to draw you in deeper," I teased him. "I don't remember exactly how it started .." My voice trailed off as I turned to throw him a devilish smile. I had been in a state between sleep and consciousness when Jerry tugged at the elastic of my panties. In my zombie -- like state, I lifted my butt for him to pull them off and like an automaton mechanically rolled on my hip to kneel and hold my hands up. I felt a delightful tingle as Jerry lifted his T shirt over my head. "You had your fun," I teased Jerry, "but now it's morning and you need to respect me while I shower you off." I gritted my teeth; my voice betrayed my uneasiness, "It's not like I'm looking forward to starting this internship, but it's paid and I get a check ..." "There's a check?" Jerry replied, "The work may be grimy -- cleaning a fertility clinic -- but the money will be clean. And since you shower entering and leaving the clinic, the dirt will be Rub -- A -- Dub -- Dub-ed away." I sighed. "I had to sign confidentiality agreements, promising not to talk about my work or the people I meet, to wear only the clothing issued by the facility on duty, to be submit to physical inspection of my person, to consent to physical contact with persons of the same or opposite sex if required, to be a subject of psychological testing and experimentation." I paused to exhale. "You're dressed to turn a trick," Jerry baited me, "but you don't intend to put out." Playfully slapping Jerry, I revealed my reservations. "Dr Velour, the owner of the facility, is a little weird. I think she enjoys conversing with nude women. When I was hired, she conducted my interview as part of my physical exam, no hospital gown. After a tour of the facility, I was left naked during a briefing on her expectations. I gulped before I exclaimed, "Why need I worry about getting through the first day?" "Get through it the way I would get through a short arm exam when I was in the Corps," Jerry advised, "make a game of it." "A game?" I said as I strode, deliberately swinging my hips to tease Jerry, toward the shower. When I arrived at the Western Avenue Fertility Clinic to begin my first shift at 4:30 AM, I was surprised to find the oversized closet that housed the locker room already abuzz. Although I, forewarned that I must undress and shower to enter the facility, had my auburn hair cut short, I was unprepared for the scene of women packed into the right side of the locker room. I was barely able to hear the security officer's directions over the din of high -- pitched voices cackling. The dozen or so women, mostly 40ish or older, crammed in together, were busy undressing and stowing their clothes in lockers on their side of the room. Eek! I almost freaked out. I was a college intern in a fertility clinic. These women, paunches hanging, most of them twice my age, wouldn't their appearance discourage nubile young women from inseminating themselves? The ladies faced their lockers chatting among themselves oblivious to the naked men, on the other side of the room idly standing by. Game, I sighed, the game calls. Pushing my way through the bodies packed together, I nearly passed out from the bouquet of perfumes rising from half naked bodies before I reached my assigned locker. "The new girl?" asked the bare -- chested lady to my right. "I'm `Rory, short for Aurora and that slut, she's," Rory pointed to the lady on my left who was bending over to remove her panties, "Astra short for Astarte." Forcing a smile, I tried not to stare at her shaven pubis. Smiling back at me, Astra explained, "My parents were into mythology. Astarte is the goddess of love. Appropriate for St Valentine's Day?" She paused. "As the daughter of the moon goddess, Astarte was granted the crescent moon for her symbol." "So," Rory exclaimed, "reporting in this early, you're caught between night and day." When I looked over my shoulder at the naked men, Rory assured me, "Oh, they're not in cock -- blockers but still harmless." Shaking her head, Astra interjected, "It's the law. We have to live with." "During my time in school," I replied as I removed my top, "we needed accustom ourselves to undressing in front of drooling guys." "Ah, equality reigns," Rory sighed, "Allow me," Rory requested permission to unhook my bra, "Gender equality means the employer doesn't have to pay for separate locker rooms for men and women." "But, we can't fault our employer on that score," Astra interjected as she swept the unhooked bra off my shoulders and flung it in my locker, "You'll see Dr Velour in here, bare to the bone, prancing to the showers before she does her rounds." "And you can feel her beady black eyes upon you whenever she's around," griped Rory. "If you can't exclude men from the ladies' locker," I chuckled hobbled on one foot to remove my sneakers, "There is the hope real men might control the occasional perv." Raising her penciled eyebrows, Rory snickered, "Not to worry. These guys are more embarrassed than we are. We count on them remaining hypnotized by our beauty," she wiggled her body, "while we get ready for the herd to race, like cattle on the trail, for the shower." "Judging by swollen schlongs," I looked over my shoulder as I planted a hand on Rory's bare shoulder for balance to step out of my dungarees, "I might think not." "Actually, judging by their bulging eyes, we count on that," Rory snickered. Placing a hand on my bare shoulder, leaning into me to whisper, "We put a show in the shower for the guys. Just play along. It's fun to watch them react. Are you a-game?" "A -- game! Rub -- A -- Dub -- Dub! Slinging soap in the shower," I nervously quipped, "should be good clean fun." "Huh!" Rory snorted, "just clean fun. Yeah." "Hurry, along," urged Astra, standing behind me, "the cleaning uniform, large frock and trousers, is the same for both—eh all sexes. We like to get the pants so that the guys are left in frocks sans culottes." "Think of it," Rory smiled, "it's the race for the pants in the battle of the sexes." Then Rory and Astra grabbed each of my arms. Out of the locker stepping onto the cold steel of the catwalk, I felt that same tingle that I felt earlier with Jerry. There's a certain excitement in racing naked stampeding like cattle. Could it be the exaltation of freedom, violating social norms? I wondered. On the passageway I melded into a herd of bare breasts bobbing and bare bubbly butts bouncing which bolted across the cold steel bridge toward the bright light radiating off the tiles of the shower. At the entrance to the shower, a tall thin girl named Doulchia in a two -- piece reduced the stampeding cows to a line of contented calves, awaiting assignment to a spigot. "My task," Doulchia rang out an order in singsong as she arranged a line along the railing, "it is decreed, to corral the bare ass, make them pay heed." Running with the pack had an advantage. I didn't think. I didn't look at the others in the horde. Now, on edge, I nervously looked at the other women. All pubis were hairless. I restrained myself from shrieking when Rory grabbed my attention by gently rubbing my back. "Good," Rory told me, "you cut your hair short. It dries faster. Consider clipping your muff." Aghast, I struggled to thank her. Sorting out the dozens of naked women for use of a few showerheads, Doulchia rang out her rhyme, "The shower managed skillfully // for maximum efficiency // in planning activity // for rub -- a -- dub -- dub with dignity // three heads fitted // under the same spigot." As I came up to Doulchia, Rory chided her, "putting your bottom in a thong took away two panels for .." "I lost two pockets," Doulchia cracked in a lyrical voice, "but I still have the sockets // to stow your deposits." I looked from Rory to Astra for a clue. "Ugh," Rory grunted, "Nurses and aides get first choice on the best customers anyway." I was pleased that Doulcia, the tall thin girl in charge of the shower, placed me under a spigot with my locker -- mates, Rory and Astra. Pointing to a spigot, Doulchia intoned, "Rub -- a -- dub -- dub // watch for the hubbub // three for a scrub." Three of us found ourselves under a spigot. "Hands up," Rory roared an order. Up to the mindless game of splashing around, I mechanically complied. As Rory lathered under my arms down my sides to my butt, she whispered, "We need to move quickly. We're caught between night and day. You have to handle Astra." Back turned to me, Astra raised her arms. Her shaven armpits had little nubbies where hair follicles had been removed. As I worked down her soft flesh, a sudden tingle up my spine inspired the remark, "electrostatic," I exclaimed, "yet so different from touching a man." I know what happened even though I can't explain why. My body took charge. I had never intended to have found my fingers roaming from the pillowy underside of her breasts down her stomach to the smooth flesh of her mound. In response, Astra, leaning backwards into my breasts, engaged me. "Reverse," Rory abruptly ordered. We jumped in unison to about face. Snickering at the men, Rory muttered, "just watch the bouncing boobs." I tended to Rory as Astra caressed my breasts with a slick soapy fluid. Expanding circular motions probing downward from my nipples brought her fingers across my belly and lower abdomen to my vaginal lips. I moistened the ruby red rim of my mouth with my tongue. I had never been disloyal to Jerry from the time I met him. Why were my own greedy fingers probing Rory's vagina pulling her back into me? Was it just a game? I was close to cumming when Rory ordered, "Enough Rub -- a -- dub -- dub. Show's over. Quick rinse off." With the sting of a swat on my wet butt, Rory assured me, "It's only a show." Invited to look over at the guys, I laughed. Their eyes transfixed, the guys stood by, schlongs effervescing. "Works all the time," Rory quipped as we passed by the guys to towel off, "Game set and match!" Claiming the cleaning uniform's pants, Astra chanted, "We get the pants," Astra laughed, "and the guys get the lacy underpants." Descending the long staircase into the sub -- surface gym, Rory advised, "we usually don't have much in the gym besides spraying disinfectant, wiping down the equipment and mopping the floor." "Oops," Astra interjected, "not to forget cleaning Dr Velour's office." As we wiped down the exercise equipment, Astra explained, "we usually don't find anything gross. Guys, whether employees or donors, must wear an athletic supporter in the gym. That should be sufficient to sop up any emissions." "Laundry," Rory smirked peering into a circular clothing bin and waiving off the stink, "has to deal with any ugh,"—her face contorted—"man goo." Looking toward the pool with a look of disgust, Rory commented, "The guys swim nude in the pool. Fortunately, the guys in maintenance have to clean the slime over there." Returning to street level to pass through to clean the treatment rooms, we were required to strip and shower. "You may bemoan // Subject to inspection // at change of zone // More Rub -- a -- dub -- dub // for your protection // crammed into the tub // to prevent infection.." Standing naked, shivering, arms criss -- crossed over my breasts, I waited with Rory and Astra for assignment to a spigot. Ready to assign us to a spigot, Doulchia, pointing to a spigot, exclaimed, "to scrub, bacteria insidious, a good rub -- a -- dub -- dub, fastidious." Rory held her palms out as if in question. To the unvoiced inquiry, Doulchia simply shook her head. A brazen look on her face, disbelief creeping into her voice, Rory pleaded, "nothin` on Valentine's Day?" Looking toward me, Doulchia nodded. Rory protested, "She's just got over the shock of a little rub -- a -- dub." "Damn!" Astra complained, "early bird men, cock unblocked, dangling free, are good tippers." Doulchia laughed, "Don't huff// some guys get a rush // from a muff // that is plush." After a quick shower, we donned frocks and thongs to enter the male treatment rooms. The room selected to begin looked like a normal medical treatment room, except Rory explained it had a hitching post, a simple pillar, 5' feet high by 2' feet wide in the center of the tiled floor instead of an examination table. "Fire plug shaped, the device simulates a man crunching a female against the wall. This is the Customer's prime choice of fantasy," Rory commented. "Each room is equipped with a visor. Unlike the old -- fashioned fertility clinics," Rory explained, "we don't hand out girly pictures. This shield," Rory held the visor, darkened like sunglasses as she wiped it with disinfectant, "draws the guy into the experience. It presents him with a vivid virtual sexual encounter." "Dr Velour designed the device and scripted the fantasies herself," Astra interjected. "It's set for the introduction." "When the subject dons the visor, he's drawn into a different reality. His imagination overrides the intellect. The fantasy becomes a reality in his mind. Here try it out," Rory offered it to me. "We'll start cleaning up the room." As Rory nodded to Astra to begin spritzing the room with disinfectant, I hesitantly held the visor in my hands, undecided whether to put it on. Turning to me, Astra noted, "It's just like a video game, with the plus that you'll explore Dr Velour's vision, a female spin on a male fantasy." I looked around the room. A pungent odor of disinfectant rose as Rory began to hum a gentle tune as pushed the mopped across the white tiled floor and Astra wiped down the table and cabinets. "For the cause of research," I sighed as I tentatively donned the visor holding my hands at its edges ready to flip it off my head. The sounds of chatting passersby in the corridor faded away, along with Rory's sweet singsong and the swoosh of her mop and the pungent odor of an ammonia -- based disinfectant. Veiled in the shield, I found myself alone in the examining room. On the visor I envisioned Doulchia. Her two -- piece gone, a ghostly counterpart of Doulchia appeared in my vision clad in a starched white nurse's uniform enter the room with a tall carrot red topped naked male subject, thick red hair hung from almost every inch of the subject's body, except his freckled lower abdomen and butt. His schlong hung prominently against a fur free crotch and nuts. After securing the subject's feet to the floor in front of the post, then, donning gloves, Doulchia's ethereal presence reached into hitching post and pulled out a sleeve and secured the man's schlong. "A guy's imagination won't suffice," The specter of Doulchia's phantom explained, "to reach a level of excitation // requires a device // to provide physical stimulation." His schlong secured, Doulchia's spiritual presence, locking the red-haired man's arms around the pillar, noted "the pillar is a soft and rubbery // delightful to his touch // a cozy 91 degree, // tempting so much // drawing him into her clutch." The image in the visor of the subject hitched to the post faded away into swirls of green, yellow and red colors which settled into the apparition of a figure, a man perhaps, in an embrace with a fire-plug shaped pillar. Doulchia's voice as the swirling colors warmed from green to yellow and yellow to red and red to a deep crimson. "Thermographic images dazzle," Doulchia's illusion continued her lecture, "by the intensification // of the subject's arousal // with increasing stimulation." When the colors dissolved, the subject was gone. In front of me appeared Astra soft pale body bare but for a micro thong damming her love canal. The extra fat disappeared from her belly; her small breasts floated like globules on her chest; her nipples erect. To her right stood Rory, pendulous boobs, nude, her crotch hairless. On her left, were two males one with his genitalia wrapped up in the cock block; the other hanging free. "But Rory and Astra shouldn't be here," I protested, "They're supposed to be cleaning." The apparition of Doulchia re-appeared in her nurse's uniform between Rory and Astra on her right and the men on her left. "Your co-workers about their task// Stand in contrast // to your fantasy // here we broadcast// only what you fancy." "What now?" I asked. Dulchia's phantasm smiled, "Sing a sweet song // for the pair you select // to entertain // playing ping pong // on the subject's brain." "Huh?" I was taken by surprise. The image of Doulchia chanted a clarification, "In your vision // time for a decision // a pair to cuddle // two by two division // your preference for a couple?" The question hung. I chose Rory and Astra—or the images of them to entertain the Red-haired subject. Doulchia' doppelganger responded, "Your choice curious // hardly mysterious // ready for a bi -- experience." In the visor, Rory and Astra moved toward each other lips puckered to kiss. My vision was suddenly cut off. I felt a hand under my frock massaging my back as the visor was lifted. Rory holding a mop and Astra with a bucket told me that it was time to move-on. The room was needed for use a subject. "Unless ..." Astra started, but was cut -- off by Rory, shaking her head, reminded, "She's new. We need to clean the public areas." Back in the shower, we were rinsing off to Doulche's ditty, "Moving between section // Rub -- A -- dub for prevention // of spreading germs and infections." Under her breath, Rory, throwing me a glance, grumbled, "Looks like Doulche grew a cup size." Rory, glancing in my direction, silenced Astra, "Ain't worth the risk." I was standing under the assigned shower head with Astra and Rory when Dr Velour walked in naked from the steel catwalk. Assigned to a spigot, she leaned forward tongue sticking out like a young girl to lap the falling droplets as the spray pelted her taut breasts. She hid cup "D" well under her clothes. Her hands lathered soap along the pleasing curve from her firm breasts to her hips down her shaven mound into her vaginal lips. By comparison to Astra and Rory, Dr Velour, without an ounce of fat on her body, was in tip top shape. Nudged by Rory, I broke my focus on Dr Velour's body. With a nod, I was moving quietly along with Astra toward retrieving smocks and sneakers when Dr Velour, crunching her eyes, grabbed me. "Amy, get me a towel; ugh soap in the eyes." Rory looked over her shoulder as she and Astra, hips swing bare rotundas as they retreated from the showers, received the frock and sneakers to begin cleaning the public areas of the building. Staunching her eyes with the moistened towel as water continued to cascade down upon her body, Dr Velour remarked, "soap in the eyes stings but is more annoying than painful." Opening her eyes and blinking, Dr Velour sighed "I'd like to speak with you. Join me in the pool -- unless you want to return to the cleaning crew for the remainder of your shift." After toweling down, I stood before Doulchia with Dr Velour. Dr Velour in a friendly tone requested, "Down to the pool for a dip before my rounds for the day." "The usual?" questioned Doulchia, "wearing sneakers // it's suitable // natural features // on display for an eyeful." I was stunned staring at the sneakers thrust into my hand. Of course, I had run naked with the herd of employees at 4:30 AM, but I would be exposed now entering public areas, subject to public view. I gulped. It was a game. Slipping the sneakers on, Dr Velour smiled at me, "nothing like giving the guys released from the cock block, a little tease. Walk with confidence like you're covered from head to toe. But if you prefer, I'll have Doulchia issue you a two -- piece." With a smile, Doulchia intoned, "A clever deception // projecting confidence //your nakedness // passes undetected." "Hmm," Dr Velour reflected focusing on Doulchia's padded bra, "Doulchia, I wonder how much confidence you could afford." For a full minute Dr Velour held Doulchia's gaze, before Doulchia looked away. With a pained smile, Dr Velour invited me to join her. As Dr Velour and I walked down the ramp into the sub surface gym, naked men glanced in my direction, but passed on to get into the gym. Watching the men pass, I asked, "All morning, the girls—my co -- workers—have been hinting about extra money available here. Prostitution?" "I'd never tolerate prostitution," Dr Velour stopped on the ramp. I halted with her. She bid a few males passing us a good morning as we paused together on the walkway. "Most admirable," I considered my words carefully, "but I do notice that Doulchia's cup size has increased ponderously." Placing a hand on my bare shoulder, Dr Velour continued to speak, "Your first lesson in management psychology: To be the owner, to manage the enterprise, one must see things differently." "Differently?" I asked. "I would not tolerate any employee who prostituted him or herself," Dr Velour told me, "less so less out of concern for law or ethics." "What then," I prodded Dr Velour, "is your concern in preventing prostitution?" "I own the facility." Dr Velour's dark eyes locked with mine; her tone was stern. "I pay for the client's output; what a client produces belongs to me. An employee who engaged in intercourse would be stealing. Correct?" "But I saw the cups Doulchia's bra stuffed. I heard my co -- workers begging to eh—assist a customer," I protested. "I allow nurses, aides and even others," Dr Velour explained, "to assist in drawing the product, no different from milking a cow. That's what rings the cash register. And you draw a paycheck for your internship learning Industrial Psychology. Are you a-game?"

First Time at Mardi Gras bySallyJam© I was spending the night at my boyfriend Joey's apartment for the first time since we began seeing each other. Our relationship had been physical for a couple of months now, but because I was living in a dorm room in college, and he shared his apartment with a bunch of other guys, we had never literally slept together before.  I had hoped that the first time we lay in each other's arms all night would be a spontaneous and romantic event, but the fact was that we were only going to do it tonight because we were heading south in the morning for the Mardi Gras festival. Joey was going to be driving his friends and I there, and wouldn't have had time to pick me up beforehand. None of us had ever been to the carnival before, and I was really looking forward to it, even though it meant I had to skip college for the day. We passed the evening on the sofa, eating pizza, drinking beer and watching the TV. After a while we began making out and things were getting pretty hot and heavy when Joey's roommates suddenly burst through the door. When they saw me lying there, legs akimbo, Joey's hands groping my tits through my bra, they stopped by the door and stared.  "Hey guys," Joey said. "Ever think of knocking?" For a moment I lay there, not moving, watching them look at me. There were three of them, Tony, Ray and Stefan, all in their early twenties, and all obviously drunk. When I had recovered from the shock, I quickly closed my legs and pulled down my skirt, hoping that they hadn't seen how wet my panties were. I sat up straight and Joey passed me my sweater. As I put it on I noticed the guys were looking at my tits, and more especially at one of my nipples, which was clearly visible as my left breast spilled slightly over the cup of my bra. Even now that I was dressed decently again I could still feel their eyes on me, causing me to blush. "No point in being shy, Tina," Ray grinned at me. "You're gonna have to get your tits out tomorrow anyway if you wanna win some beads." I looked at Joey, expecting him to say something, but he did nothing but give Ray a warning glance. I had noticed before that his friends made a habit of being disrespectful to women. I had told Joey that I didn't like their attitude but he never seemed able to stand up to them, even when they were making comments about me. "He's right, Tina," said Tony, crashing on to the couch beside me. "You ain't never been down to Mardi Gras before now, have you? First time, you gotta bring back twenty beads at least. That means showing your tits twenty times, by my reckoning." "Yep," Stefan joined in. "It being your first time and all, I'd say it'd be best if you got in some practice tonight. You don't want nobody refusing to give you no beads 'cause you ain't doing it right." "If I wanted some beads so desperately I'd buy them myself, okay?" I said hotly, feeling my cheeks burn with embarrassment, as I crossed my legs and folded my arms in front of me. "Aww, shit, Tina," Joey looked at me. "Don't be like that. They was just kidding around. You don't have to do nothing you don't want to do." "Anyway," Ray chipped in. "It's only a bit of fun. All the girls at Mardi Gras do it." "That doesn't mean I'm going to. Joey, can we go to bed now?" "Sure, honey. I'll just clean up my room a little. Tony, you're okay with sleeping on the couch tonight, yeah?" "No problem," he answered, watching my boyfriend walk into the bedroom they usually shared. "Of course, I'd rather be in there with you," he added in a whisper to me. "Especially after what I saw when I came in." I opened my mouth, but couldn't think of anything to say, as his eyes devoured me, looking me up and down, expressing nothing but pure animal lust. I felt my breathing get heavier as I turned from his gaze, only to see Stefan and Ray's eyes fixed on me as well. I followed their eyes to my breasts, then to my legs, which were mostly bare beneath my short skirt. They had all looked at me this way at least once or twice since I had met them, but never all at the same time. For a moment I thought they were all going to jump on me at any second. There was a deep stirring in my loins, and I felt my panties moisten up once again, simply because I knew how much the three guys wanted me. None of them were my type really. They were sexist, immature, muscle-bound idiots. Nevertheless, I couldn't stop a mental image from entering my head of the three of them ripping off my clothes and taking turns fucking me. "Okay, you ready?" Joey called from the hall. "Yeah, I'm coming," I called back a few seconds later.  As I stood up I felt my knees weaken and had to reach out for Tony's knee to stop myself falling. He grabbed my hand to steady me, and his touch felt like an electric shock. I pulled my hand away and headed for Joey's bedroom, forcing myself not to look back at them. When Joey had locked the door behind me, he handed me my overnight bag, and I ran into the adjoining bathroom. I looked in the mirror to see that my face was still flushed. I splashed myself with water, cleaned my teeth and dried myself off. Then I pulled up my skirt and tentatively placed my hand between my legs. My panties were soaking wet. I pulled them off and placed them in my bag. Then I took off the rest of my clothes and looked at myself in the mirror. My nipples were fully erect, the hairs on my pussy glistening with moistness. I began to touch myself, softly at first, then with more firmness. Soon I was imagining Ray's hands touching me, then Tony's, then Stefan's. When my finger gently touched my clitoris I almost jumped, it was so sensitive. "Tina. You okay?" I heard Joey's voice on the other side of the door. "You want me to come in and help you with anything?" Before I had come here I had already told Joey not to expect sex this evening. I wasn't comfortable with the thought of doing it while his roommates were home. Now I didn't care. I was too horny to stop myself. I unlocked the bathroom door, still naked, and stood in the doorway, with my hands on my hips.  "Wow," was all he could say for a few moments. "God, you're beautiful. I've never seen you completely naked before." Until now, we had only made love in the back seat of his car, or standing up in alleyways. I had always been careful to keep some of my clothes on, in case anyone had come across us. I don't think I had even taken off my bra in front of him before. He had certainly seen my breasts, scooping them out of my bra, as he leaned over to suck on them, but he had never seen them like this. I am proud of them, I must admit, mostly because their size and firmness was my own doing, following a four-year diet and fitness plan I'd adhered to religiously since I was fourteen years old. I was a late developer physically and rather overweight, and boys never really gave me a second glance until I began to work on my body. A couple of years before, Joey and his friends wouldn't have noticed me at all. Now, they all lusted after me, and I can't deny it gave me a great feeling of power. "So you like what you see?" I asked, stepping over towards him seductively. "God, yes. You're absolutely gorgeous." "And you'd like me to show these off to all those guys at Mardi Gras tomorrow," I cupped my breasts in my hands, flicking at the nipples lightly with my fingers. "No. No way. It was just a joke. I don't want anyone else to see your tits. They're mine." "No," I said, pushing him down on to the nearest bed. "They're mine." I looked down at him as I pulled his jeans and shorts down to his ankles. His cock was already hard as I sat astride him, my wet pussy hovering over his erection. I grabbed hold of his cock and eased myself down on it, gasping with pleasure as I felt it enter me all the way. I slowly began to rock back and forth, leaning over him, controlling the movement, as my clit rubbed against the base of his shaft. "I thought you said you wouldn't let me do it to you tonight, with all the guys here," Joey said, as he pawed at my breasts. "But you're not doing it to me. I'm doing it to you," I replied, but what he said reminded me that his friends were not more than twenty feet away. I raised my voice as I leant over him, resting my hands on the pillow. "Suck my tits. Go on. I know you love my big juicy tits. You love sucking them while you're fucking me, don't you? Mmmmm, that's it baby." As he did as I commanded I began to rock my body faster against his. I could feel my pussy juice running down on to his balls as I built up a rhythm, moaning louder every second, wanting his friends to hear me, to hear what a slut I was.  "Ooooh, baby. Yes….. I love your cock. Ooooh. I love feeling your big hard cock inside me….fucking me. Mmmm." I could feel myself about to come, as I imagined Tony, Ray and Stefan listening to me, wanting to have me themselves, wanting to fuck me. Usually when I reach orgasm I slow down my breathing and stay silent, concentrating on the feelings inside, but now I began to moan and scream as loud as I could. "Yes, Joey. Do it. Oooooh, yes. Come inside me….Go on…..Yes….Fuck me. Mmmm….Oh God…..I'm coming…..yes…..ohhhh…..ohhhhh….yes,baby….fuck me…..yes….ooooooohhh!" I kept moaning loudly long after we had both come. I wanted his friends to get the full effect. I wanted them to dream about me tonight, to fantasise that they were screwing me, making me shriek in orgasm with their big hard cocks, as they pounded inside me. "Damn, you sure were loud tonight, Tina. I hope none of the guys heard us," Joey said when I lay down beside him and snuggled up against his chest. "Didn't you like it, then? All that noise." "No honey. I did like it. That was the best I've ever had. You were real sexy. When you started talking about my cock I just about nearly came right there and then." "Oh. Well, perhaps I'd better be careful what I say in future. Don't want you getting ahead of yourself." "No, ma'am," Joey grinned at me, as he went into the bathroom. While he was cleaning his teeth I went over to the door and listened out for the other guys. I could hear them talking, but not what they were saying. On impulse I grabbed the bed sheet and wrapped it round my body, so it just about covered my breasts and my ass. Then I opened the door and peeked my head round. I had the idea that I could go to the kitchen pretending that I wanted a glass of water. On the way I would have to pass Joey's friends. I desperately wanted to find out their reaction to my vocal display. I wondered what they'd say to me, what they'd do. Maybe while I was passing I could accidentally on purpose let the sheet fall from my body, so they could see me completely naked. All of a sudden I lost my nerve. What was I thinking? I couldn't do that. Tonight was the first time I'd ever let any man see me fully nude, and now right away I wanted to repeat the experience with all his friends. It was ridiculous. I put the sheet back on the bed, and lay down under the covers. When Joey came in from the bathroom I pretended to be asleep. I didn't want to speak to him. I wanted to think. Within a few minutes he was snoring away, while I pondered what had happened this evening. The disgusting way Joey's friends had looked at me, the way I'd deliberately let them hear me acting so slutty during sex, the fact that I had wanted them to see me naked. Before I fell asleep I had come three times from fingering myself. When I awoke the next morning, Joey was just coming out of the bathroom, drying his hair. I instantly panicked. I couldn't face going on this trip, not with all his friends coming too. I was ashamed about last night, about what they'd think of me. I may have had a couple of beers, but that was no excuse for acting the way I did. "Tina," Joey called out softly, kissing me on the forehead. "You awake? Come on, honey. If you want to take a shower, you'd better do it now. We got a long ride ahead of us." "I'm not coming," I said. "Huh? Why not? What's the matter?" I told him how I felt, how I was embarrassed about the other guys hearing me when we made love. "Hey, don't worry about it. They probably never even heard you. You weren't that loud really. Louder than normal maybe, but I'm sure they never heard you anyway. Come on baby. Let's go." "I don't know. Let me think about it." "Okay, Tina. But think about it in the shower, okay? We're really got to move it. I'm going to make sure the other guys are ready," Joey said, walking out the door. I went into the bathroom and stood underneath the hot shower, wondering what to do. Maybe he was right. Maybe it was all in my imagination and they hadn't really heard anything. To my surprise this idea disappointed me. I really did want them to hear me fucking. I felt myself getting wet again at the thought of it. If I could just see them, I would know one way or the other, so I resolved to decide whether to go or not as soon as I could gauge their reaction. When I had dried myself and dressed I ventured out from Joey's bedroom. All four of the guys were sitting around the TV, waiting for me. "You all set?" asked Stefan. I looked at him, then at Ray and Tony. They looked hungover and bored, and paid little attention to me whatsoever. I was sure now that I had exaggerated everything in my mind. "Yep," I said. "Let's go." I sat in the front seat beside Joey, who was driving, while his friends all piled into the backseat. To my surprise the three guys in the back were pleasant company, singing songs and telling jokes. It was a four-hour journey so I was glad it wasn't too boring. By 11am we were halfway there and the guys pulled out some beers from the cooler they had with them. At first I didn't want to join them, not being used to drinking so early, but they soon persuaded me, and after a couple of beers I was singing louder than any of them. By the time we reached our destination I was feeling no pain at all. In fact I was pretty drunk, so much so that Joey insisted that we have something to eat before we ventured through the crowds. We crowded into a small diner and had a couple of burgers each while Tony made a fool of himself. Normally I'd have been less than impressed with his clowning around, but the festival spirit had rally taken hold in me. Well, that or the beer. As we were eating, a young couple came into the restaurant and approached our table. The guy looked like some Hell's Angels refugee, with his long hair, beard and leather jacket. The woman he was with was in her early twenties. She was very slim and seemed to be weighed down by the huge array of beads she wore around her neck. "Hey, guys," the bearded man greeted us. "You wanna buy some beads? Knock down prices, man. Dollar each." "No man," replied Joey. "It's alright." "Come on. They're selling 'em for at least three bucks a pop all the way to Bourbon Street. You wanna have something to give to the girls don't you? Me and my old lady are leaving now and we don't need the extra weight. She got thirty-five beads from flashing her tits. May as well make some use of them. What do you say?" "Hell. I'm game," said Ray. "Why the hell else we down here anyway for? Tell you what. I'll give you 10 bucks for a dozen." "Hey man," the bearded guy spoke to Ray. "No deals. A dollar each. Take it or leave it." "You got thirty-five you say?" asked Tony. "Yep. We counted earlier." "Okay then. Stefan, Ray, give me ten dollars each. Joey don't have to pay 'cause he drove us here. I'll put in the other fifteen. If it means we're gonna see thirty-five pairs of tits then I ain't complaining none." While the three of them pooled their money together, the girl pulled the beads from around her neck and placed them on the table in front of us and Joey began counting them. As the biker dude pocketed the money Joey suddenly caught his arm. "Hey man. There's only thirty-four here. You owe us a dollar." "Take it easy, man. Shona, do your stuff," he responded looking at his companion. Suddenly the girl pulled up her T-shirt, revealing that she wasn't wearing a bra. Both nipples were pierced with two heavy rings. I couldn't believe that she was exposing herself like this in a restaurant, but the guys just hollered and cheered. Stefan picked up a set of beads and put it round the girl's neck as soon as she covered herself up again. "That's it man. You get the idea," the bearded man said to Stefan, taking the beads from around the girl's neck and putting them back on the table. "That makes thirty-five, yeah? Come on Shona. Time to go." Joey looked like he wanted to complain, but thankfully he just watched in silence as they walked out of the diner. Throughout this bizarre transaction I hadn't say a word. I was desperately trying to stop laughing. The whole thing was so serious, and so seriously weird. Well, I guess that's what the carnival's all about. "Shit, did you see those scrawny little tits she had," said Tony. "I ain't giving no beads to no flat-chested broad like her." "Yeah," agreed Ray, looking at me. "Looks like thirty guys did though. Imagine how many a girl with big tits could get." Instantly all four of them directed their gaze to my chest. I could see what they were thinking. "Oh no. Not me. I'm not doing that for beads, money, whatever." "Hey," said Tony. "That's up to you. Anyway, what we hanging round here for? We're missing all the action. Let's go." We went back to where the car was parked and took out the remaining beers. "Damn," Joey exclaimed suddenly. "We should've tried to get some dope off that guy, man. He looked like a dealer. I don't wanna get too drunk on beer. I gotta drive us all home. Shit." "Don't worry about it," said Ray. "Maybe we can score some later on." Joey stopped complaining and we marched through the crowd, heading for the French Quarter. It was a long way and we made slow progress, but everyone we met was having fun, dancing and whistling, and after a couple more beers I was revelling with the best of them. I watched with glee as Stefan and Ray asked countless girls if they wanted some beads. Some of them refused flat out. The rest of them said they would take the beads, but they weren't going to flash their tits for them. The guys were so put out that I couldn't help but laugh at them. They weren't the only guys getting turned down. In the last hour I had only seen three girls consent to lift their tops. I think most of the rest had over-protective boyfriends with them. No one had even asked me at all, which may have been because Joey kept close to me, his hand on my shoulder pressing me against his chest as we walked along. "Don't worry about it," Tony said to his friends. "Wait 'til we get to Bourbon Street. That's where all the action is." As it turned out he was right. As soon as we turned the corner I spied a group of five girls, all perched on the shoulders of different men, all exposing their breasts. They were shrieking hysterically, and seemed to be enjoying themselves enormously. There were screams of encouragement coming from all around the balconies, where I noticed other girls peeling off their outfits too. Stefan looked like he had died and gone to heaven, and even Joey couldn't help grinning in pleasure. I didn't mind him ogling the other girls though. I was feeling pretty mellow about the whole deal, and as long as I didn't have to expose myself, I wasn't going to stop the others having some fun. Some of the girls went much further than I would have expected. There was one on a balcony who stripped off her dress completely, leaned over, and called out at the crowd below. All the guys down below hollered up at her, encouraging her as she played with her tits. It was really obvious she was getting off on their lustful gaze, and it reminded me of last night. The way Joey's friends had looked at me. The way Joey's eyes popped out when he saw me completely naked for the first time. It had excited me so much, made me so aware of myself, of my body as a sexual object, something to be desired. I still couldn't picture myself doing those things in public, but I found that I actually enjoyed watching the other girls do it. I imagined it was me being outrageous, showing off my body, turning on the guys like they were. We all kept drinking, dancing and hollering for a while, then Joey told us he was going to look for a toilet, and asked us to wait where we were, standing just outside a strip-joint. As soon as he was out of sight, a blond man in his thirties came over towards me and asked me to show him my tits in exchange for beads. I was sure that I'd seen him following us for a while, and that he was just waiting for my boyfriend to leave before asking me. I must admit that I found the idea that he'd been hanging around hoping to get a look at me quite a turn-on. There were plenty of other girls around. Why had he singled me out? I thought he was quite cute, so I decided to let him down gently. I was about to explain why I couldn't do it when I suddenly felt a pair of hands grab me from behind. "Sure man." It was Tony's voice. "She hasn't got any beads at all yet." Before I could stop him, he had pulled my halter top up to my neck. Then he moved one hand down and tried to lift up my bra. I closed both my hands around his fist, breathing heavily, excited and fearful at the same time. Then Stefan and Ray edged in on either side of me and pulled my arms away, allowing Tony to get a full grip on my bra and pull it up to expose my breasts completely. I tried to pull free from them but they were too strong for me. I looked down to see my erect nipples pointing out at the blond guy. He had a broad grin on his face as he devoured me with his eyes. I looked back at him, my feelings of shame evaporating gradually as my arousal increased. After a few seconds the guys released me, and I slapped at them with my hands. I wasn't angry really, but I didn't want them to know how much it had excited me. The man in front of me handed me a set of beads and walked off smiling into the crowd. Within a minute or so another man who had seen what happened approached us. He asked if I wanted more beads, but the question was directed at Tony more than myself. "Yeah," Tony said. "The more the merrier, eh Tina?"  Again his hands went around my waist to lift up my top, and once again I tried to stop him. I looked towards Stefan and Ray, waiting for them to pull my hands away, and after a few seconds they obliged, giving Tony unhindered access to my chest. I felt his hands brush the sides of my tits as he pulled my bra up once more, exposing my naked chest to the stranger. I don't know how long we each kept still in the same position, but I do know that I eventually stopped struggling. It was then that I heard Tony's voice again. "Give her two sets of beads and you can feel her up," he said. I tried to say something, tried to think of a way of stopping him, but my mind was a complete blank. The guy in front of me pulled off two strings of beads from around his neck and placed them in my outstretched hand. Then he placed both hands over my breasts and squeezed them gently, making a low groaning sound as he did so. "Mmmm, your tits sure are big and sexy." I closed my eyes, sure that if these guys saw them open, they would be able to see how turned on I was. "Why don't you suck them?" asked Ray. The man didn't need asking twice. His hands released my breasts and immediately I felt a wet tongue licking gently around my nipple. Soon a mouth enveloped it, and then I felt him begin to suck, slowly at first, but then with more passion. I could feel my pussy getting wet as Tony's hand reached down and squeezed my other breast. I wondered how far they would go, whether they would lift up my skirt too, whether I would put up any resistance. While he groped me I could feel Tony's cock pressing against my ass. It was very stiff and seemed to be very big. I instinctively pressed back against it so I could feel its hardness even closer to my pussy. Suddenly he pulled his hand away. Had I gone too far? Should I not have shown him that I was enjoying it? I opened my eyes to see Stefan pulling the guy away from my chest. My arms were free now but I made no move to cover myself up. "Tina, pull yourself together. Joey's coming back," whispered Tony in my ear. Instinctively, I readjusted my bra and halter, just as I saw him come into view. As soon as he was in front of me I told him to bend over so I could sit on his shoulders for a better view. The fact was that I didn't want to look him in the eye. How could I after what I had just let happen? I placed my hands on Joey's shoulders as we moved slowly down the street. I could feel his friends' eyes upon me. They must have thought that I was such a dirty little slut. I may have tried to stop them at first, but they couldn't help but notice the way I gave up resisting so easily. As I held onto Joey, my mound pressed against the back of his head and I could feel myself juicing up again. I tried to pull my legs back, while resting my arm on Joey's chest. "Hey Tina," Joey said. "Where'd you get the beads?" I had forgotten I was still holding onto them. He must have noticed them when I moved my hand. For a moment I didn't know what to say. I couldn't admit what really happened, but I didn't want to lie, especially as his friends might tell him about it later. "The usual way," I said nonchalantly, as I leaned over so he could hear me. "You mean you flashed your tits as some guy?" "Uh-huh. Well, you know. When in Rome, and all that." "Jesus. I thought you said…" "Look, I'm a bit drunk okay? I just…" "Hey, forget about it." "You don't mind then?" "I dunno. I guess it's okay. The other girls do it, so…why not?" As soon as he said this I knew that I could be in for some fun. Until yesterday no man had ever seen me completely naked before, but now I was getting a taste for it. I loved the way Joey's friends' eyes lit up when they saw my tits. I wanted to see that kind of reaction again. I wouldn't let anyone suck them and grope them anymore, just maybe show them off a little. What was the harm in that? Now that I was up on Joey's shoulders, all the guys on the balconies could see me, and it wasn't long before they began to call out to me, asking me to bare my breasts. We had stopped moving for a couple of minutes, as the crowd was so large, and directly opposite me on the balcony were a group of middle-aged men, pleading with me to pull up my top. I looked around me at Joey's friends who were still avidly watching me. At least up here it was unlikely that I would be groped. Before I could change my mind I quickly reached behind me and unclasped my bra. Then I looked up at the men on the balcony and lifted my top up to my neck. Their response was immediate and loud. They all cheered and threw beads down at me, some of which I caught and put around my neck, the others I let fall to the ground. As we slowly made our way through the crowd I flashed my tits again to various groups of guys on the balcony. Soon I didn't need any encouragement and began doing it whether I was offered beads or not. After a while Joey lowered me to the ground, as he was tired, and suggested we get some more drinks, our own beers having run out. An old man was selling bottles by the side of the road, which we bought and began drinking immediately. I kept thinking about what a buzz it gave me to show off my tits to complete strangers. We continued to walk on, and whenever I saw a man I liked the look of, I lifted up my top and flashed him. Joey didn't seem to mind, until one guy reached out his hands to me and tried to cop a feel. He roughly pushed him away, much to my disappointment. I wanted them to touch me. I wanted to feel their hands on me while I stared at the naked lust in their eyes. Suddenly I noticed Tony looking at me. He had seen how vexed I was that Joey had stopped the man fondling my tits. He leered at me, as if to say, I know what you want. The idea that he knew what I was feeling turned me on even more. I watched as Tony pulled Stefan away from the rest of the group and whispered in his ear. A minute later Stefan walked over to Joey and began speaking to him. I stood there wondering what was going on, avoiding Tony's gaze as he positioned himself beside me. "Tina," Joey called me. "Stefan knows where we can score some dope. How far is it, Stef?" "The guy said it was about ten minutes from here. I got the address." "Okay. Tina, you wanna go with us, or wait with Tony and Ray?" I looked over at Tony, sure that this was part of some plan he had to get me alone. "I'll wait here," I replied. "Right then. We'll meet you back here in about a half hour, right? Look after her guys, okay?" Tony and Ray both nodded, then grinned at each other as Joey gave me a quick kiss goodbye and walked off with Stefan. Tony took me by the arm and guided me to the side of the road, next to a small alleyway, as Ray followed behind. "Best if we stay here away from the crowd, while we wait," he said, releasing my arm. I was pretty sure it was a set-up and that they'd sent Joey off on a wild goose chase. I wondered what they planned to do with me, and whether I would try to stop them. I stood there nervously, not sure what to do. They could easily drag me into the small alley and take turns, one fucking me hard up against the wall, while the other one shielded us from the crowd. I felt my loins stir as I let my imagination run away with me. "So Tina," Ray eventually spoke to me. "Do you want to earn some more beads?" "So you'll give me more if I show you my tits you mean?" I asked looking at them both. "No, why should we? There's plenty of other guys around who'll give you some. Hey guys, come over here," Tony beckoned a group of young men walking by over towards us. There were three of them and they looked expectantly at Tony. "You want to give some beads to this fine looking lady?" he asked them, lifting up my top and exposing my tits yet again. This time I didn't struggle at all. I stood there brazenly defiant beneath the gaze of all these men. "She's got a lovely pair of tits, ain't she?" he asked as he cupped them in his hands, squeezing them together. One of the other men stepped forward and ran his fingers up and down between my cleavage, nodding at Tony. Suddenly his two friends stepped forward as well, their hands reaching out to touch me. Tony let go and moved from behind me, so he could watch the three of them fondle my tits. Suddenly I noticed one or two older men approach us. They were armed with video cameras, and silently filmed me allowing myself to be groped. I knew I should put a stop to it, but I had lost all control and when one of the guys began licking and nibbling my tits I just held his head closer. It wasn't long before some other men noticed that something was going on, and I was soon surrounded on all sides by about a dozen guys of various ages. I was being pushed back into the alleyway, all of us moving together in slow motion. The ones behind me began to feel up my ass, tentatively at first, but then more forcefully when they realised that I was hemmed in and couldn't move. I felt my skirt being lifted up to my waist as a hand reached between my legs. "Her panties are all wet," a voice said. "She fucking loves it." Suddenly several more hands came at me from all sides, stroking my inner thighs, grabbing the cheeks of my ass. Conflicting thoughts ran through my mind. It felt so dirty, letting them all grope me like this in public. It felt so dirty, but so good. A finger was rubbing back and forth along my panty-clad mound, pressing against my clit. Then I felt another finger trying to slide in beneath my panties, trying to edge closer to my wet pussy. I tried to turn around to see who was doing it, but I couldn't move. I moved my hands down between my legs but had them pushed away by the other men. The fingers continued to press further, seeking access to my pussy, and it wasn't long before I felt a finger pushed inside me. He eased it in and out, slowly at first, then with greater speed, as his thumb rubbed against my clit. My breathing became shallower as I felt myself about to come. "Oh God, yes," I moaned involuntarily. My words caused a sensation among the men surrounding me. I felt their hands reach for my panties. They wanted to take them off. I suddenly became very scared, fearful of what they might do next. I quickly got down on my knees, squeezing my legs tightly together to try to stop them pulling my panties down all the way. My ass was completely bare, and the man behind me now thrust his fingers deeper inside, but the others couldn't reach me. I looked up and saw Ray and Tony at the back of the group. They were trying to pull the men away from me. I figured that they must have realised that it had all gone too far. I was down on my knees surrounded by these men, and it wasn't long before one of them unzipped his jeans and pulled out his cock. He ran his hand up and down the erect shaft as he looked down at me. Within seconds two more men had their cocks out and were masturbating in front of me. I opened my mouth to shout at Tony to stop them, but as soon as I did so the man in front of me shoved his hard cock down my throat. I immediately gagged and tried to pull back, but the man behind me held me in place as he groped my ass and played with my pussy. For a moment I panicked, not being able to breathe, then I realised that the only way out was to make him finish as soon as possible. I closed my lips around his shaft and began to suck, my tongue licking the underside of his cock as he thrust away in my mouth. "That's it baby," he said. "You love sucking cock, don't you?" I looked up to see him grinning at me as the two men either side of him jerked off, their erections pointing at my face. As my pussy was being fingered from behind I felt a thumb rubbing against my clit. I could see Ray and Tony edging closer towards me, making their way through the group. As soon as they reached the three men in front of me I expected them to drag them away, but instead they stopped and stared at me with lust in their eyes. It dawned on me what a horny sight it must have been for them, watching me half naked on my knees in an alleyway, sucking on a stranger's cock. I began to picture what it must have looked like, and the idea turned me on so much I pressed down on the hand playing with my pussy, encouraging his fingers to rub harder against my clit. It wasn't long before I felt the head of the cock I was sucking expand in my mouth and the first spurt of his come hit the back of my throat. I tried to pull away, but he held my head in his hands forcing me to swallow as much of it as I could, leaving the rest to dribble down my lips onto my tits. At the sight of this, the two men fisting themselves came as well, their juices splashing against my face and hair. It made me feel so dirty and so slutty as I felt the fingers at my pussy make me come. I looked up to see the old men with their video cameras pointing at me, as I began to moan in orgasm, licking the come stains from around my lips, acting like a cheap porn star while I imagined them jerking off when they viewed the scene later. Suddenly I heard a commotion at the back of the group, and a voice yelled out, "Hey, there's a cop coming." The man behind me quickly pulled his hand away from my pussy and the others put their cocks back in their jeans and quickly walked out of the alley, leaving me alone with Tony and Ray. They looked at me kneeling there, covered in jism, my panties halfway down my thighs and my halter up around my neck.  "Thanks for your help guys," I said sarcastically. "We were going to stop them, but you looked like you were enjoying yourself," Ray said with a leer. I stood up and adjusted my clothing, pulling my panties back up just as the cop approached us. "Are you okay, ma'am?" he asked. "Yes," I replied nervously. "Yes, I'm fine." He looked me up and down, focussing on the come stains in my hair and on my face. "That's a funny way to apply hair gel," he said and then he smirked and walked away.  As I watched him walk back down the alley I saw Joey and Stefan heading towards us. "Oh my God. What's Joey going to say when he sees me like this?" I asked Tony. Tony looked blankly at me, then at Ray, as we stood there waiting in the alley for my boyfriend to reach us.

Fun Fund Raising byOneWifetoLive© Every year this fraternity would hold this series of shows to raise money for Make a Wish. It was like a variety show with skits and songs and whatnot. And as the president of the Student Council, I'd work with them to get them anything they needed. It usually only amounted to a few props or someone to work the ticket booth. One of the guys, Scott, was in a few theater productions with me. He was going to do this sketch where he played a used-car salesman. His girlfriend Kat was going to play the girl in the bikini and stiletto heels who holds up a sign. With her huge pert tits and her tiny waist, she was the perfect choice for the role. And I was sure the idea of her in a bikini would be good for ticket sales. So, the day before the shows, Scott tells me that he and Kat broke up and she's refusing to share the stage with him. He wants to know if I can find him a new girl. I asked around and nobody was into it. This show can get a little rowdy, and none of the girls were crazy about the idea. Finally, Scott floats the idea that I should do it. I immediately say no. I'm the President of the Student Council, and it isn't dignified to be seen in a position like that. He makes the point that this would prove how dedicated I was to the cause. He even threw in a not-so-subtle remark about how well I could fill out a bikini. We went back and forth for a while and I eventually relented. How humiliating. That night I went home and broke my bikinis out of winter storage. I tried on a strapless black number I was fond of and I had to admit that Scott was right, I could fill out a bikini. My 36C tits weren't quite as showstopping as Kat's but they still looked good. And when I tried on a pair of black heels, my ass looked perfect. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all. The night of the first event, a few of the frat guys were surprised to see me backstage. They were about to be even more surprised. I snuck into the women's dressing room and put on the strapless bikini. And I have to admit, I looked good. When I walked out, I realized that I really should have brought a robe because all eyes were on me. The entire backstage area was just full of dudes...staring. Fortunately, the sign was nearby and I was able to hold it up in front of me. Scott swung over and told me I was supposed to hold it over my head. I let him know that the way I was holding it was just fine. When it was time for the skit, I went out on stage and held the sign. I sexily swayed back and forth, but never held it up over my head. And even though I wasn't showing much skin, the guys in the audience seemed to be really enjoying it. But that was nothing compared to the guys off state. I looked over and all the guys were lined up, looking at my ass. I hate to admit it, but when I noticed that I bounced a little more than usual. When the skit was over, I scooted off stage and into the dressing room. I changed and went straight home. The mix of exhilaration and embarrassment was intoxicating. The next night, I remembered to bring a robe. As I stood wearing it, waiting to go on, several people told me that I had been the hit of the previous night's performance. That didn't make much sense to me, but Scott was able to explain why. He said that a lot of the people thought I was nude behind the sign. I had been wearing a strapless top, so I could see why they thought that. I told him that wouldn't be a problem because the bikini I was wearing tonight had thick straps. This revelation seemed to bum him out. "Well, let me see." he said. I opened up my robe and gave him a good look. He stood there thinking and finally said, "Can we tie the straps a different way?" I hadn't thought about it, but I guess we could. It'd be less stable, but it wasn't like I was doing jumping jacks out there. I undid the top and moved the straps behind me. I couldn't get around to tie them, so Scott did it for me. I put my hands on my hips and said, "What do you think?" He took his time looking me up and down and said, "Perfect." I shed my robe and got ready for action. You could sense a different energy in the room when the robe was off. I took the stage with my bikini in place. I smiled and swayed back and forth. Once again, the backstage area was standing room only. I was loving it. But, as I was rocking back and forth, I could feel my top loosen a bit. Apparently, Scott wasn't the best knot person. At first I thought I'd be OK, but then it got real troublesome, real quick. Since it was against the top of my back, gravity was working against it. I tried to hold my breath, but I was fighting a losing battle. What was worse was that we still had five minutes in the presentation. Finally, I felt it come completely undone. I hoped that I could kind of hold the top in place with the poster, but it was so flimsy it was no help. My top slid right off and ended up around my waist. You could hear audible gasps from offstage. I stood there, holding a poster against my naked tits, half dying of embarrassment, half totally turned on. I'd glance off stage at these guys just drinking it all in. When the skit finally ended, I wrapped myself in the poster and walked off stage to a deafening ovation from the guys backstage I smirked, then snuck off into the dressing room. I was about 30 shades of red and my nipples were rock hard. A second ovation was waiting me when I left the dressing room and made my way to my car. So, for the final night, I decided to bring another strapless bikini so we wouldn't have any more tying incidents. When I arrived Scott was standing there with an envelope. And weirdly, all of his frat buddies were behind him. He said, "You've been such a good sport that we've all chipped in to put together a $4000 donation to the Make a Wish foundation in your name." I was genuinely touched. But, as I was about to thank him he said, "Under one condition." I gave him a sideways look. He laughed and said, "$4000 for Make a Wish in your name if we get a repeat of last night." I wasn't sure exactly what he was talking about so I said, "What do you mean?" "We perform our skit out there, but your bikini top stays here." My jaw hit the floor. He stood there and smiled as a million scenarios ran through my head. This ticked off every box. It'd look great that I raised that much and I'd get to relive the previous night's fun without anyone thinking I wanted to relive it. But, it was so dangerous to be out there topless. Anything could happen. I must've been thinking about it a while, because when he asked for my answer it was like being snapped out of a dream. Before I answered, I wanted to know exact details. He agreed that if I went out topless, I'd stay behind the sign the entire time, they'd never tell a soul, and $4K would be in my name. I was on fire I thought about it, then walked to the dressing room. You could hear the guys buzzing. I exhaled, then started to peel off my clothes. I stripped to my underwear and stood there holding the bikini. Finally I just though, fuck it, and threw the top back in my bag I took my bra off and threw it in there too. Buuuuut...as I was preparing to put on my bottoms I had a dirty idea. The guys had already seen 90% of my naked tits and were about to see them again. I was so turned on...I wanted to give them more. It was then that I decided to leave the bottoms in the bag and just go out in my thong. However, there was no way I was going to stand out there and wait for my cue. I told them I'd come out when it was time for the skit. The wait was excruciating. I think I chickened out about a dozen times. Finally, I was snapped out of it by a knock on the door. I gathered my composure, held my sign in place and walked out the door wearing just a black thong and stilettos. The guys were speechless as I strutted onto the stage. I stood there, holding the sign against my naked tits, my bare ass to an entire fraternity and rocked back and forth. The dirtiest thoughts went into my mind. What if the sign fell...what if the sign ripped...what if I just tossed the damn thing into the audience and shook my bare tits for the hundreds of guys in attendance? Scott was having a real tough time with his lines as I swayed back and forth. Finally the skit came to an end and I wrapped myself in the sign and walked off stage. The ovation from the guys was insane. I wanted to give them more, but what was I going to do? Blow all of them? All the guys gathered around. Scott smiled as he handed me the envelope. I thanked them all, then turned to go to the dressing room. Then a little idea popped into my head. I turned back to them and said, "Oh, you guys forgot your sign." And I handed it back to them. Bare naked tits in front of all of them. They were speechless. I stood there with my hands on my hips for a few second, then I retreated to the dressing room. When I left that night I got another ovation. I got several invites to the after party, but I thought it was best that I not go. I was already worrying about the reputation I'd just made for myself. But, they kept their word, nobody ever said anything to me about it. And every now and then another...unique...offer to earn charity money would pop up. But those are stories for another day. Fun Fund Raising Pt. 02 A few things had changed since my performance at the final night of the charity event. First of all, I thought about it constantly. Being practically nude on stage and the audience not knowing it. Flashing my bare tits to the guys backstage when it was all over. Almost every night I'd relive the evening and touch myself. And the more I thought about it, the more it'd get spiced up. Some nights the sign would fall and the audience would get a good peek. Some nights Scott (the person who started all of this trouble) would follow me into the bathroom and bend me over the sink and fuck me. And some nights, I'd drop to my knees in front of the whole frat and pleasure as many of their cocks as I could. And the second thing was all of the frat guys were treating me like a queen. Always smiling, always saying "Hello." It was like I was in their little club and we all shared a secret. Every now and then one of the guys would say something to me about our fundraising effort being "Money well spent." I'd laugh and say it was all for the kids. It was all very inside jokey, until I was alone with two of the guys at a party, nothing randy, just everyone had cleared out One of them asked what a twenty-dollar donation would get them. I was feeling good, and the attention was turning me on, so I flashed them my bra. They loved it. I laughed They went to give me the twenty, but I told them to donate it. I didn't think much of it, until I got a call from Scott a few days later with a proposition. "Remember that dance production we did Freshman year?" he asked. "'Dancing Though the Ages'?" How could I forget your Waltz?" I replied. "Oh, ha ha..." he responded. "You know I'm more of a Macarena guy." I'll admit, I was amused. "So, we're arranging this cultural event, sort of a cuisines of the world kinda thing. And I was wondering if you still have your belly dancing costumes." I was pretty sure I did, so I responded, "Yeah I think I still have that stuff. But I doubt it'd fit you." He laughed. "Seriously, we're looking for performers. If you'd like, we could even arrange a donation in your honor for Make A Wish if you'd participate." "Oh... last time we did that things got...interesting," I said. "Well, this will probably be less amazing than that. Just an encore of what you did during 'Dancing Through the Ages' will be perfect." Wow...I'd considered the belly dancing to be a huge challenge. I'd done a lot of theater productions, but when you're up there acting, you're a character. The belly dancing was just me as me. I had taken the role very seriously and took a ton of lessons and did a lot of research to get ready. That, and Scott had that kind of charisma that you wanted to do whatever he asked of you. "Alright," I said. "I'm in." "Awesome," Scott replied. "I'll text you the details." I sat there thinking about what he'd said. It'll be fun to bust out the old costumes, I would have to practice a bit to get back up to speed. And, it was all for a good cause. I was so nervous the night of the event. Scott told me I had three different times to perform, and it'd be the same audience, so I'd want to bring several changes of costume. I packed them all up in my bag and headed over. When I arrived at the hotel, I got a text from Scott telling me they had rented a room for me to change in. However, I was in for quite a surprise when I got there... Scott...and three of his fraternity buddies...all sitting there waiting. I was so confused. "Hey, guys. What...uh...what's going on?" I asked. "Welcome to the event," Scott laughed. "This is the event?!" Cuisines of the World?!" "Well," Scott stammered, "We have tacos...and German beer...and technically any food that's from anywhere is part of some nation's cuisine." I stood there, annoyed...confused...giving him a death stare. He came over and led me into the hallway. "Seriously, Scott?" I asked. "OK," he stared. "This is actually a pre-party for Danny's wedding." "A bachelor party?!" I exploded. "Here's the deal, Cindy. After the charity function, Danny's been kind of obsessed with you. Frankly, all the guys are. We thought if we could get you here, you'd be more likely to listen to our offer." I cocked an eyebrow, "Which is?" "You perform for us three times, just do the dances you know...we'll never speak of it again, and we'll donate $1,000 to Make a Wish." I stood there, half fuming, half...slightly...intrigued... "You're already here, you already have the costumes, you know you can trust us," he continued. "Just...have some fun with us." I smirked, "And now it's only a thousand?" He laughed, "This is a much smaller pool of guys." "I hate you so much," I half-meant as I went back into the room. I made a beeline for the bathroom and just stood there, staring into the mirror. What had I gotten myself into this time? Eventually, I snapped out of it and changed into my first costume. It was a beautiful red number with a long flowing skirt and probably a million sequins. I texted Scott to start the music, when I heard it, I made my grand entrance. And...it was actually a lot of fun. The dancing is a little sexual, but not too dirty. The costume showed off some thigh and some cleavage, but the guys were a very receptive audience, and I definitely didn't mind the way they were staring at me. Finally, when the music came to a stop they gave me a wonderful ovation. I smiled and bowed as they continued to clap, then I made my way back to the bathroom. I was preparing to change when I heard a knock on the door. It was Scott. He stepped into the bathroom and closed the door. "That was amazing," he said. "Well...thank you." I responded. "But...this is a bachelor party," he continued. I swatted at Scott and said, "I'm a dancer, not a stripper." "Yeah, but I think you have a little bit of exhibitionist in you." I didn't respond. "We made a donation last time...and you got way dirtier than you needed to," he continued. I gave him side eye and smirked. "So...get a little dirtier." "A little dirtier?" I responded. "I don't think I'm asking you to do anything you don't want to do." he said as he slipped out the door. He was right. I was loving the attention. So, I dug through my bag and retrieved my gold costume. As I put it on, I tried to figure out what I could do that would be more risqué...but not too risqué. The top was the top, there was really no way to make it skimpier. Finally, I decided that I could take off the little shorts I wear under the skirt and go out in my little black thong. As I shook back and forth, they'd get little peeks, but it wouldn't be too extreme. I got dressed, then took a minute to compose myself. Finally, I texted Scott his cue and my music played. The guys cheered as I exited the bathroom. I slowly danced around for a bit, then I caught Scott's eye and gave him a little wink. With that, I swung my skirt around exposing my naughty secret. Jaws hit the floor as they all got a glimpse of my bare ass in a tiny black thong. I danced around...in a fashion that was much more seductive than before. Sidling up next to each guy and shaking my hips to give them a good look. As the song came to end, I turned my back to them and slowly walked back to the bathroom. I unfastened my skirt and let it fall to the floor giving them a brief image to remember as I slinked away. Once the door was closed, I was shaking like a leaf. I was so turned on. When I heard a knock on the door, I let Scott in without even covering up. "Holy shit, Cindy," was all he could get out. "Did that work? Risqué enough?" I responded as I turned to the mirror to fix my makeup. He came up behind me and replied, "Oh, I think you're capable of more." "What'd you have in mind?" I asked. "Lose the top." "I told you," I said coyly, "I'm a dancer, not a stripper." "Then how about this..." he said as he lowered the straps of my top. My nipples were just barely covered. "But Scott, if I danced like this the top wouldn't stay on long." "Would that be so bad?" he responded. "A room of guys worshiping your perfect tits." Just mentioning that visual sent me to a whole other place. I was on fire. I had to regain control of this mess. "Go take your seat, Scott. You've got one dance left." And with that I ushered him out of the room. When I was finally able to gain my composure, I put on my final costume. It was white...made of a shimmery material...it was gorgeous. Perfect for a grand finale. I stood in front of the mirror, fixing my hair, and my eyes keep being drawn to the straps of the top. I thought about it for a second, then lowered them off of my shoulders. It seemed OK at first, but as soon as I started dancing, the top fell right off. "They would lose their minds." I thought. I reached behind my back and unclasped the top. It fell to the floor. Standing in front of the mirror, wearing only a white shimmery skirt...I had to admit...I looked good. I slowly shook my tits seductively. I reached up and squeezed them...I teased my nipples. And then inspiration struck... I remembered reading about a dance where the performer would wrap thin veils around her chest. She'd untie them one by one and her top would get more and more shear. I dug into my bag and pulled out a bunch of veils. I wrapped one around my chest like a tube top with the knot in the front. You could perfectly see the outline of my hard nipples. I tied a few more...now you could see a little, but not too much. I then put on four more. Seven in total. The plan was to slowly strip down till there were three left and then call it a night. They'd get a thrill...I'd get a thrill, then I could sneak out before things got out of hand. Standing in front of the mirror, I gave a few test shakes. Everything stayed in place, but it was clear that this top was much racier than my previous outfits. I sent a text out to Scott and waited. I took a deep breath as I heard the music start. I then rushed out the door before I had a chance to chicken out. The mood was much different when they got a look at me. It was...grittier... I stood for a moment, then started with my dance. I started traditional at first, my hips gyrating back and forth. Then, my hands traced up my hips, up my stomach, and up to the first knot. I grasped it, took a deep breath, then pulled it off. The room erupted. And then there were six. I shimmied over to the groom and sat in his lap. I put my arm around his neck and shook my tits back and forth. Finally, I took his hand and placed it on the next knot. He didn't hesitate to pull it, and the veil clean off. And then there were five. I stood and worked my way over to where Scott was standing. He was sporting an ear-to-ear grin. I shimmied my shoulders back and forth giving him a good show. Then, I lead his hand to the next knot. I looked him in the eye as he pulled it off and draped the veil over his neck. Then there were four. The room was electric with the guys clapping to the music and encouraging me. It was a shame I only had one veil left to give them. So, I was determined to make it a good one. I made my way back to the groom and straddled him. It was then that I experienced something I wasn't expecting... He was rock hard...and big. "Oh geez..." I thought. "Is this how lap dances work?" I felt silly for never having realized this. But, I'd come to far now...and honesty...I was beyond turned on. I put my arms around his neck and grinded into him. With each thrust my barely covered tits bounced into his face. I lost myself for a moment. Finally, the cheering helped me come to my senses. I managed to spin myself around so my back was against his chest. I took both of his hands and led them up my stomach, up over my tits, and finally to the last knot. He pulled the veil off much to the elation of the guys in attendance. And finally, there were three. I sauntered over to the center of the room and took my bow as the music ended. The guys lost their minds. As I turned to make my exit, I got a look at myself in the mirror. The lighting must've been different in the bathroom, because you couldn't really see anything. I was disappointed. Isn't that crazy? As I paused, a world of thoughts rushed through my mind. And when the next track on the CD started, two of the most dangerous words in the English language popped into my head... "Fuck it." I stood there for a moment, then slowly started rocking my hips back and forth. When the guys realized they were in for an encore, they roared again. I turned around and broke into a more traditional routine, but highlighted by my hands occasionally making their way up to caress my body. As my hand paused on the next knot, the guys' eyes grew wide. I cocked an eyebrow, then pulled the veil clean off. And then there were two. I made my way around the room, shaking and shimmying for each guy. Rocking my hips and twirling my skirt so they'd get the occasional peek at my ass. I approached the groom as he leaned forward and pressed his face between my tits. I whispered to him, "Use your teeth." And he did. He gripped the knot so that when I pulled away the veil stayed with him. And then there was one. One flimsy piece of material concealing my bare tits. I turned my back to the guys as I danced, so I could take a look at myself and see if I still wanted to give them more. The lone veil had provided the intended effect. You could see the perfect outline of my nipples. And yeah, I definitely wanted to give them more. I turned back around and then stood perfectly still so they knew I meant business. Then slowly...and deliberately...loosened the final knot. Jaws hit the floor. There was almost nothing holding the top on. Once I started moving, there would be no telling how long it would stay on. So, I started dancing. I slowly moved my hips, eventually matching the rhythm of the music, but not coming close to the frantic beating of my heart. All eyes were on my chest, as if the four of them were trying to use the power of their minds to make it finally fall off. And then, it did. You could hear them all exhale in pleasure as the veil slowly fell to the floor and my bare tits were exposed. I kept dancing. Giving them the show of a lifetime until the song stopped and I curtsied. The appreciative audience gave me a standing ovation, I...loved...it. As I turned to make my exit, I felt Scott take my hand. "Cindy, one last thing before you leave," he said. He led me by my hand to an ottoman and motioned for me to sit. Being very aware of how little I was wearing and still wanting to give the boys a show, I kneeled on it, with my back arched and my tits out. "Tell us," he asked, "Honestly...how often do you think about the charity show." I played it coy, "Oh...every now and then." He responded, "Honestly?" "OK, maybe more than that." The guys all smiled and nodded. You could cut the tension with a knife. "When you think about it..." he asked. "Do you ever touch yourself?" I was shocked. I tried to play it cool, but the shade of red I turned may have given it away. "Say it," he continued. A "Yes" escaped my lips before I could stop it. "Show us," he said. I looked him in the eye, I was shocked, I was breathless, I was lost. And then, it was like I'd lost control of my hands as they reached up and squeezed my tits. A slight moan couldn't be held back. After all of this, I needed to be touched. I twisted my nipples and looked around at a room of guys who were stunned into silence. I licked my lips and ran my hands up and down my chest. Then, I locked eyes with the groom. My hands slowly traveled down between my breasts...down the line of my abdomen...and finally to the clasp on my skirt. I unhooked it and tossed it aside. I knelt on the ottoman completely nude, save for a tiny black thong. My right hand continued to travel down, feeling the wetness at the front of my thong. I moaned again...and then there were those words again... "Fuck it." I'd come this far. I traced my finger up and down my soaking pussy while my other hand traveled back up and squeezed bare breasts. My cadence slowly quickened as the guys stood there staring...barely breathing. It was then I noticed something I hadn't expected... Danny was rubbing his huge cock through his pants... In fact, all of them were not-so-subtly shifting in their seats. Maybe I should have been freaked out...but I wasn't. I loved that I was causing that reaction. I stared at his crotch, with my mouth slowly open...I was mesmerized. He noticed me staring and his pace quickened...so did mine. Then, our eyes met...and I nodded. I didn't know what I was nodding at. Nodding in approval of what he was doing? That I wanted to see more? That I wanted to...do...more? Whatever I had meant, he took this as his cue to slowly unbutton his pants. And I watched. Then slowly unzip his fly. And I watched. Then finally expose his giant, rock hard dick. And I moaned. I was so turned on seeing how hard I had made his magnificent cock. He stroked it up and down, slowly at first. My head bobbed up and down as I sat transfixed at the sight. I was now shaking violently. My rubbing focused directly on my clit. I was getting so close. So close... And finally, my body shuddered as I erupted with a thunderous orgasm. I moaned so loud as I stared at Danny's huge cock. That must've been more than he could stand, as he shook and started to shoot huge ropes of cum out of his dick. It was amazing. We sat there, sweaty, breathing heavy, coming back to our senses. And as I looked around, I realized the effect we'd had on the room. Everyone was stunned, out of breath, staring at me. When I was finally able to compose myself, I stood, thanked the gentlemen, and headed straight for the bathroom. Once I was there, I caught my breath and got dressed as quickly as I could. As I left the restroom, all four of the guys were there to greet me. They were fully dressed and very appreciative. I gave them each a hug and a kiss on the cheek and then quickly made my exit. That night, I relived the events and got all worked up again. I thought to myself, "Good thing I didn't let things go too far." But, the more I thought about it, the more I realized this was all my doing. Scott set the table, so to say, but I was the one who determined what was served. Who knows how far I'd push it if there's a next time... Fun Fund Raising Pt. 02 A few things had changed since my performance at the final night of the charity event. First of all, I thought about it constantly. Being practically nude on stage and the audience not knowing it. Flashing my bare tits to the guys backstage when it was all over. Almost every night I'd relive the evening and touch myself. And the more I thought about it, the more it'd get spiced up. Some nights the sign would fall and the audience would get a good peek. Some nights Scott (the person who started all of this trouble) would follow me into the bathroom and bend me over the sink and fuck me. And some nights, I'd drop to my knees in front of the whole frat and pleasure as many of their cocks as I could. And the second thing was all of the frat guys were treating me like a queen. Always smiling, always saying "Hello." It was like I was in their little club and we all shared a secret. Every now and then one of the guys would say something to me about our fundraising effort being "Money well spent." I'd laugh and say it was all for the kids. It was all very inside jokey, until I was alone with two of the guys at a party, nothing randy, just everyone had cleared out One of them asked what a twenty-dollar donation would get them. I was feeling good, and the attention was turning me on, so I flashed them my bra. They loved it. I laughed They went to give me the twenty, but I told them to donate it. I didn't think much of it, until I got a call from Scott a few days later with a proposition. "Remember that dance production we did Freshman year?" he asked. "'Dancing Though the Ages'?" How could I forget your Waltz?" I replied. "Oh, ha ha..." he responded. "You know I'm more of a Macarena guy." I'll admit, I was amused. "So, we're arranging this cultural event, sort of a cuisines of the world kinda thing. And I was wondering if you still have your belly dancing costumes." I was pretty sure I did, so I responded, "Yeah I think I still have that stuff. But I doubt it'd fit you." He laughed. "Seriously, we're looking for performers. If you'd like, we could even arrange a donation in your honor for Make A Wish if you'd participate." "Oh... last time we did that things got...interesting," I said. "Well, this will probably be less amazing than that. Just an encore of what you did during 'Dancing Through the Ages' will be perfect." Wow...I'd considered the belly dancing to be a huge challenge. I'd done a lot of theater productions, but when you're up there acting, you're a character. The belly dancing was just me as me. I had taken the role very seriously and took a ton of lessons and did a lot of research to get ready. That, and Scott had that kind of charisma that you wanted to do whatever he asked of you. "Alright," I said. "I'm in." "Awesome," Scott replied. "I'll text you the details." I sat there thinking about what he'd said. It'll be fun to bust out the old costumes, I would have to practice a bit to get back up to speed. And, it was all for a good cause. I was so nervous the night of the event. Scott told me I had three different times to perform, and it'd be the same audience, so I'd want to bring several changes of costume. I packed them all up in my bag and headed over. When I arrived at the hotel, I got a text from Scott telling me they had rented a room for me to change in. However, I was in for quite a surprise when I got there... Scott...and three of his fraternity buddies...all sitting there waiting. I was so confused. "Hey, guys. What...uh...what's going on?" I asked. "Welcome to the event," Scott laughed. "This is the event?!" Cuisines of the World?!" "Well," Scott stammered, "We have tacos...and German beer...and technically any food that's from anywhere is part of some nation's cuisine." I stood there, annoyed...confused...giving him a death stare. He came over and led me into the hallway. "Seriously, Scott?" I asked. "OK," he stared. "This is actually a pre-party for Danny's wedding." "A bachelor party?!" I exploded. "Here's the deal, Cindy. After the charity function, Danny's been kind of obsessed with you. Frankly, all the guys are. We thought if we could get you here, you'd be more likely to listen to our offer." I cocked an eyebrow, "Which is?" "You perform for us three times, just do the dances you know...we'll never speak of it again, and we'll donate $1,000 to Make a Wish." I stood there, half fuming, half...slightly...intrigued... "You're already here, you already have the costumes, you know you can trust us," he continued. "Just...have some fun with us." I smirked, "And now it's only a thousand?" He laughed, "This is a much smaller pool of guys." "I hate you so much," I half-meant as I went back into the room. I made a beeline for the bathroom and just stood there, staring into the mirror. What had I gotten myself into this time? Eventually, I snapped out of it and changed into my first costume. It was a beautiful red number with a long flowing skirt and probably a million sequins. I texted Scott to start the music, when I heard it, I made my grand entrance. And...it was actually a lot of fun. The dancing is a little sexual, but not too dirty. The costume showed off some thigh and some cleavage, but the guys were a very receptive audience, and I definitely didn't mind the way they were staring at me. Finally, when the music came to a stop they gave me a wonderful ovation. I smiled and bowed as they continued to clap, then I made my way back to the bathroom. I was preparing to change when I heard a knock on the door. It was Scott. He stepped into the bathroom and closed the door. "That was amazing," he said. "Well...thank you." I responded. "But...this is a bachelor party," he continued. I swatted at Scott and said, "I'm a dancer, not a stripper." "Yeah, but I think you have a little bit of exhibitionist in you." I didn't respond. "We made a donation last time...and you got way dirtier than you needed to," he continued. I gave him side eye and smirked. "So...get a little dirtier." "A little dirtier?" I responded. "I don't think I'm asking you to do anything you don't want to do." he said as he slipped out the door. He was right. I was loving the attention. So, I dug through my bag and retrieved my gold costume. As I put it on, I tried to figure out what I could do that would be more risqué...but not too risqué. The top was the top, there was really no way to make it skimpier. Finally, I decided that I could take off the little shorts I wear under the skirt and go out in my little black thong. As I shook back and forth, they'd get little peeks, but it wouldn't be too extreme. I got dressed, then took a minute to compose myself. Finally, I texted Scott his cue and my music played. The guys cheered as I exited the bathroom. I slowly danced around for a bit, then I caught Scott's eye and gave him a little wink. With that, I swung my skirt around exposing my naughty secret. Jaws hit the floor as they all got a glimpse of my bare ass in a tiny black thong. I danced around...in a fashion that was much more seductive than before. Sidling up next to each guy and shaking my hips to give them a good look. As the song came to end, I turned my back to them and slowly walked back to the bathroom. I unfastened my skirt and let it fall to the floor giving them a brief image to remember as I slinked away. Once the door was closed, I was shaking like a leaf. I was so turned on. When I heard a knock on the door, I let Scott in without even covering up. "Holy shit, Cindy," was all he could get out. "Did that work? Risqué enough?" I responded as I turned to the mirror to fix my makeup. He came up behind me and replied, "Oh, I think you're capable of more." "What'd you have in mind?" I asked. "Lose the top." "I told you," I said coyly, "I'm a dancer, not a stripper." "Then how about this..." he said as he lowered the straps of my top. My nipples were just barely covered. "But Scott, if I danced like this the top wouldn't stay on long." "Would that be so bad?" he responded. "A room of guys worshiping your perfect tits." Just mentioning that visual sent me to a whole other place. I was on fire. I had to regain control of this mess. "Go take your seat, Scott. You've got one dance left." And with that I ushered him out of the room. When I was finally able to gain my composure, I put on my final costume. It was white...made of a shimmery material...it was gorgeous. Perfect for a grand finale. I stood in front of the mirror, fixing my hair, and my eyes keep being drawn to the straps of the top. I thought about it for a second, then lowered them off of my shoulders. It seemed OK at first, but as soon as I started dancing, the top fell right off. "They would lose their minds." I thought. I reached behind my back and unclasped the top. It fell to the floor. Standing in front of the mirror, wearing only a white shimmery skirt...I had to admit...I looked good. I slowly shook my tits seductively. I reached up and squeezed them...I teased my nipples. And then inspiration struck... I remembered reading about a dance where the performer would wrap thin veils around her chest. She'd untie them one by one and her top would get more and more shear. I dug into my bag and pulled out a bunch of veils. I wrapped one around my chest like a tube top with the knot in the front. You could perfectly see the outline of my hard nipples. I tied a few more...now you could see a little, but not too much. I then put on four more. Seven in total. The plan was to slowly strip down till there were three left and then call it a night. They'd get a thrill...I'd get a thrill, then I could sneak out before things got out of hand. Standing in front of the mirror, I gave a few test shakes. Everything stayed in place, but it was clear that this top was much racier than my previous outfits. I sent a text out to Scott and waited. I took a deep breath as I heard the music start. I then rushed out the door before I had a chance to chicken out. The mood was much different when they got a look at me. It was...grittier... I stood for a moment, then started with my dance. I started traditional at first, my hips gyrating back and forth. Then, my hands traced up my hips, up my stomach, and up to the first knot. I grasped it, took a deep breath, then pulled it off. The room erupted. And then there were six. I shimmied over to the groom and sat in his lap. I put my arm around his neck and shook my tits back and forth. Finally, I took his hand and placed it on the next knot. He didn't hesitate to pull it, and the veil clean off. And then there were five. I stood and worked my way over to where Scott was standing. He was sporting an ear-to-ear grin. I shimmied my shoulders back and forth giving him a good show. Then, I lead his hand to the next knot. I looked him in the eye as he pulled it off and draped the veil over his neck. Then there were four. The room was electric with the guys clapping to the music and encouraging me. It was a shame I only had one veil left to give them. So, I was determined to make it a good one. I made my way back to the groom and straddled him. It was then that I experienced something I wasn't expecting... He was rock hard...and big. "Oh geez..." I thought. "Is this how lap dances work?" I felt silly for never having realized this. But, I'd come to far now...and honesty...I was beyond turned on. I put my arms around his neck and grinded into him. With each thrust my barely covered tits bounced into his face. I lost myself for a moment. Finally, the cheering helped me come to my senses. I managed to spin myself around so my back was against his chest. I took both of his hands and led them up my stomach, up over my tits, and finally to the last knot. He pulled the veil off much to the elation of the guys in attendance. And finally, there were three. I sauntered over to the center of the room and took my bow as the music ended. The guys lost their minds. As I turned to make my exit, I got a look at myself in the mirror. The lighting must've been different in the bathroom, because you couldn't really see anything. I was disappointed. Isn't that crazy? As I paused, a world of thoughts rushed through my mind. And when the next track on the CD started, two of the most dangerous words in the English language popped into my head... "Fuck it." I stood there for a moment, then slowly started rocking my hips back and forth. When the guys realized they were in for an encore, they roared again. I turned around and broke into a more traditional routine, but highlighted by my hands occasionally making their way up to caress my body. As my hand paused on the next knot, the guys' eyes grew wide. I cocked an eyebrow, then pulled the veil clean off. And then there were two. I made my way around the room, shaking and shimmying for each guy. Rocking my hips and twirling my skirt so they'd get the occasional peek at my ass. I approached the groom as he leaned forward and pressed his face between my tits. I whispered to him, "Use your teeth." And he did. He gripped the knot so that when I pulled away the veil stayed with him. And then there was one. One flimsy piece of material concealing my bare tits. I turned my back to the guys as I danced, so I could take a look at myself and see if I still wanted to give them more. The lone veil had provided the intended effect. You could see the perfect outline of my nipples. And yeah, I definitely wanted to give them more. I turned back around and then stood perfectly still so they knew I meant business. Then slowly...and deliberately...loosened the final knot. Jaws hit the floor. There was almost nothing holding the top on. Once I started moving, there would be no telling how long it would stay on. So, I started dancing. I slowly moved my hips, eventually matching the rhythm of the music, but not coming close to the frantic beating of my heart. All eyes were on my chest, as if the four of them were trying to use the power of their minds to make it finally fall off. And then, it did. You could hear them all exhale in pleasure as the veil slowly fell to the floor and my bare tits were exposed. I kept dancing. Giving them the show of a lifetime until the song stopped and I curtsied. The appreciative audience gave me a standing ovation, I...loved...it. As I turned to make my exit, I felt Scott take my hand. "Cindy, one last thing before you leave," he said. He led me by my hand to an ottoman and motioned for me to sit. Being very aware of how little I was wearing and still wanting to give the boys a show, I kneeled on it, with my back arched and my tits out. "Tell us," he asked, "Honestly...how often do you think about the charity show." I played it coy, "Oh...every now and then." He responded, "Honestly?" "OK, maybe more than that." The guys all smiled and nodded. You could cut the tension with a knife. "When you think about it..." he asked. "Do you ever touch yourself?" I was shocked. I tried to play it cool, but the shade of red I turned may have given it away. "Say it," he continued. A "Yes" escaped my lips before I could stop it. "Show us," he said. I looked him in the eye, I was shocked, I was breathless, I was lost. And then, it was like I'd lost control of my hands as they reached up and squeezed my tits. A slight moan couldn't be held back. After all of this, I needed to be touched. I twisted my nipples and looked around at a room of guys who were stunned into silence. I licked my lips and ran my hands up and down my chest. Then, I locked eyes with the groom. My hands slowly traveled down between my breasts...down the line of my abdomen...and finally to the clasp on my skirt. I unhooked it and tossed it aside. I knelt on the ottoman completely nude, save for a tiny black thong. My right hand continued to travel down, feeling the wetness at the front of my thong. I moaned again...and then there were those words again... "Fuck it." I'd come this far. I traced my finger up and down my soaking pussy while my other hand traveled back up and squeezed bare breasts. My cadence slowly quickened as the guys stood there staring...barely breathing. It was then I noticed something I hadn't expected... Danny was rubbing his huge cock through his pants... In fact, all of them were not-so-subtly shifting in their seats. Maybe I should have been freaked out...but I wasn't. I loved that I was causing that reaction. I stared at his crotch, with my mouth slowly open...I was mesmerized. He noticed me staring and his pace quickened...so did mine. Then, our eyes met...and I nodded. I didn't know what I was nodding at. Nodding in approval of what he was doing? That I wanted to see more? That I wanted to...do...more? Whatever I had meant, he took this as his cue to slowly unbutton his pants. And I watched. Then slowly unzip his fly. And I watched. Then finally expose his giant, rock hard dick. And I moaned. I was so turned on seeing how hard I had made his magnificent cock. He stroked it up and down, slowly at first. My head bobbed up and down as I sat transfixed at the sight. I was now shaking violently. My rubbing focused directly on my clit. I was getting so close. So close... And finally, my body shuddered as I erupted with a thunderous orgasm. I moaned so loud as I stared at Danny's huge cock. That must've been more than he could stand, as he shook and started to shoot huge ropes of cum out of his dick. It was amazing. We sat there, sweaty, breathing heavy, coming back to our senses. And as I looked around, I realized the effect we'd had on the room. Everyone was stunned, out of breath, staring at me. When I was finally able to compose myself, I stood, thanked the gentlemen, and headed straight for the bathroom. Once I was there, I caught my breath and got dressed as quickly as I could. As I left the restroom, all four of the guys were there to greet me. They were fully dressed and very appreciative. I gave them each a hug and a kiss on the cheek and then quickly made my exit. That night, I relived the events and got all worked up again. I thought to myself, "Good thing I didn't let things go too far." But, the more I thought about it, the more I realized this was all my doing. Scott set the table, so to say, but I was the one who determined what was served. Who knows how far I'd push it if there's a next time...

First Week by Shazam Pt1 School already started for me unfortunately. Another whole year of the same old shit. The first day started off about how I was expecting. Settling into new classes, going over how we’ll be graded in each class, but for a loner like me, doing icebreakers are the worst. I’d much rather just get through the day without having to talk to anyone. I have a few close friends and I’m fine with keeping it that way. So at the end of the day, I was walking by myself to the busses. It seemed really crowded outside for some reason but I couldn’t remember if it was always like this or not. I thought maybe I just forgot over the summer break what the end of the day was like here, but this definitely wasn’t normal. People were flocking to the flag pole for some reason. Like a magnet attracting everyone to one area. I guess it even worked on me, because without a clue of what everyone was doing, I started to follow the wave of people all gathering at one spot. Luckily I stand taller than almost everyone else, and my size makes it easy to push through a crowd. When I got to the flagpole I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. A girl, her name I didn’t know, and I don’t even think I had ever seen her before. She was in her underwear. Tight little panties, a matching red bra, and a pair of ankle socks. Her face was beat red, maybe she had been crying earlier but now she looked like she was having a full blown panic attack. She was miserably trying to hide her undies from view, and not doing a very good job. She couldn’t escape anywhere because not only was the crowd surrounding her on all sides, but her underwear was tied to the flagpole. A single rope ran through her panties, through her bra, and around the flagpole, so if she wanted to leave, she’d have to untie it or strip fully naked. My attention was quickly diverted to another girl, Haley. This one I had known for a while, and she never seemed like the type of person I’d want to be around but this seemed cruel, even by her standards. The two looked like opposites, Haley was pale, with golden blonde hair, and was thin as a twig, and the girl in her underwear was tanned, and curvy, with black hair. Haley was dangling a shirt and a pair of jeans just out of reach of the poor girl, and in her other hand, a pair of scissors. She said something like, “If you want to go home naked then fine,” and began shredding the clothes without further warning. The other girl shouted back, “NO,” drawing my attention back to her. Anyone could hear the pain in her voice, yet no one stepped in to help, we all just watched the spectacle. I couldn’t believe my eyes as she threw her own bra over head. Her boobs were stunning, big and perky, with nipples that fit perfectly on top. Any guy would go to hell and back to see a pair like that. I wasn’t entirely sure what was even going on here or why, but I couldn’t look away as she pulled down her panties in front of everyone. Stepping out in a hurry, she nearly tripped herself as she ran towards Haley who was still shedding her clothes to pieces. To willingly strip naked, so that you could have your clothes back, quite an interesting predicament. There wasn’t a single tan line on her body. Her complexion was stunning, and her light brown skin shone in the sunlight. She was absolutely gorgeous, even if she nude in public, and covering her privates. Now she was standing next to Haley, not even grabbing her clothes from her, just standing next to her begging her to stop as she covered herself. Haley, and much of the crowd laughed at the poor girl. Her clothes were still being shredded just inches away from her as she stood naked in front of the school. Her boobs were spilling out of her grasp as she nearly cried for Haley to stop. Her areola were peeking out the whole time, and she couldn’t even begin to cover her big butt. Haley stopped cutting, and pushed the girl away with one hand, causing her to fall right on her ass. Then she threw the girls cut up clothes in the air like confetti, and made much of the crowd erupt into laughter. In the middle of it all, this poor thing, butt naked except for the socks on her feet, she looked completely broken as the remains of her clothes fluttered to the ground in a bunch of pieces. Almost like she couldn’t understand that this was really happening to her, she had almost no reaction now. All she could do was sit on the ground and try her best to cover up with her hands. Haley walked past her to the flagpole, and gave the girls underwear the same treatment as the rest of her clothes. Just a couple cuts and they were reduced to shreds, unable to be worn again. Haley laughed as she tossed the girls cut up panties in the air, laughing along with everyone else. The other girl now just hung her head in shame. Not moving an inch, all she could do was endure this torment. Naked, outdoors, at school, with everyone laughing at you, I can’t imagine how humiliating it must have been. If I had a sweatshirt or jacket to offer her I would have, but someone else stepped in first with one. Wherever they walked off to, I didn’t follow. Pt2 I heard a lot about her the next day. Naturally, she was the talk of the school. Her name is Melony, and she’s new to school this year. The day before was her first day, and I can’t imagine it could have gone any worse for her. I wasn’t gonna say anything to her, she was probably having a hard enough time with everyone else talking about. She doesn’t need me to bug her too. I ended up seeing her again at the end of the day while everyone was leaving. She looked like she was scared or nervous about something, and then I saw just a couple steps ahead of her was Haley, who looked like she was having the time of her life. Melony was trying to keep up with her, and kept lifting her leg up and grabbing her at her foot. I noticed she wasn’t wearing any shoes, and after a while she managed to take one sock off, drop it on the ground and then keep following Haley. I also decided to follow, as did many others who were probably just as curious about what was going on. After a couple more steps, Melony managed to get her other sock off, and kept following Haley barefoot through the main office. They got to the doors, and stopped. Haley turned around and started to say something to Melony but I couldn’t hear what. Melony looked like she was complaining about something, or more accurately, begging for something, but Haley stood and waited. Before long Melony was unbuttoning her shorts, and then she threw them to the ground, kicking them off her feet, and desperately trying to pull her shirt down to cover her panties. Haley opened the door, and they both went outside, leaving Melony's shorts on the ground, and a small crowd forming behind them, including myself. Following them outside, Haley was real close to Melony's face, seemingly taunting her. I still couldn’t hear them, but suddenly Melony pulled her own panties down, and wiggled them off her hips. They fluttered down to her bare feet, and she actually bent down to pick them, completely exposing her big naked ass to anyone that was paying attention. She handed her discarded panties to Haley who swiftly took them and put them on the poor girls head. Melony could barely even cover her naked butt, and was being forced to wear her undies like a hat. I wondered what she did to get herself into this situation. Why would anyone keep going along with this, and not put up any kind of fight? Haley was laughing, I couldn’t see Melonys face but based on her body language, she wasn’t having a good time. By now the two girls were surrounded by a crowd of horny onlookers, and Haley grabbed Melony in some sort of bear hug, restraining her arms, and making her shirt pop up, re-exposing her naked ass. By now I was close enough to finally hear them, and the first thing I heard was Haley call out and ask, “Who wants a piece of this!?” She smacked Melonys ass real hard, causing even her thighs to jiggle, and then grabbed a handful and spread her cheeks wide for a couple seconds. I, and many others, could see absolutely everything. Her asshole, and her pussy were offered up to the crowd, and Melony couldn’t do anything but try to cover privates with one hand. Haley quickly moved her hand out of the way and before long, people from the crowd were taking turns slapping and grabbing her naked ass. I wanted to do something but I wasn’t sure what, for a while I just watched until Haley took Melony's panties off her head and shoved them into her mouth. She spun the girl around, showing everyone her tears eyes, and panties dangling from her teeth, and then lifted her leg in the air, making her do some kind of split, and showing off every inch of her spread pussy. Melony closed her eyes as countless people gawked at her spread legs while her light blue panties dangling halfway out of her mouth. When someone else took a hold of Melonys leg, caressing her foot, and keeping her pussy spread, Haley took the opportunity to yank her shirt up, exposing her bra. Forcefully, Haley grabbed one of the cups and literally ripped her bra off her breasts. Melonys boobs were instantly exhibited for the crowd, leaving the girl effectively naked. The only piece of clothing touching her body was her shirt wrapped around her neck, and her panties in her mouth. She must have been at least a D Cup, and she was fit like she ran track. Probably half the school was burning the image of her perfect naked body into their minds while Haley wrestled her shirt off of her, and when it was finally off, Haley gave her a good shove. With someone holding one of her legs, she couldn’t keep her balance and went tumbling to the ground, landing on her hands and knees. The naked girl couldn’t even move for a moment, I imagine the humiliation was too much. Anyone behind her was probably looking at her ass in the doggy style position, and everyone in front of her was staring at her dangling boobs. By the time she finally sat up, her arms were shaking, her face was beat red, and her eyes told a story of defeat. She could barely cover her boobs with one arm while she finally took her underwear out of her mouth. In that moment, Haley dumped a water bottle over the naked girls head. She laughed the whole time as Melony couldn’t do anything but endure it, and try to shield her head with her one arm. When the bottle was empty, Melony was dripping wet, and her panties had also gotten soaked in the process, all the while the crowd enjoyed every moment of it. “Have a good day!” Haley yelled as she walked away, proud of herself. Melony struggled to try and put her wet underwear back on without exposing herself to the crowd again. She struggled to get them on, and when she did they clung tightly to her body, outlining her lips and cheeks. She looked around for her shirt but couldn’t find it, this time I decided I would help. I pushed my way to the front, ripping off my sweater and handed it to her. She looked at me ashamed, but managed to say thank you. I felt horrible. I should have done something sooner but I didn’t. My large sweater was more than enough to cover even down to her underwear. I asked her where the rest of her clothes were, as if I didn’t know what happened because I was too ashamed to admit that I saw the whole thing and didn’t help. She clung to my side, and guided me to where she thought her pants were, but when we got there, they were gone, of course. We backtracked through the school, but didn’t find as much as a shoe. I felt bad but didn’t know what else to do, eventually she thanked me again for the sweater and then went on her way, pulling the sweater down to cover herself. I watched her walk away with nothing to cover her legs, and felt sorry for the disgraced girl. Pt3 When I walked into school the next day, Melony stopped me by the doors. She handed me the sweater I gave her yesterday, and thanked me before turning to walk away. There were so many things I wanted to say, and to ask, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I think I was ashamed of myself for not helping sooner, and she was probably ashamed to have been forced to be naked in front of everyone. The poor girls first year at her new school was off to the worst start imaginable, I wanted to help, but didn’t even know how. I didn’t see her again until the end of the day. We didn’t have any classes together and we must have been in different parts of the building because I didn’t even see her in the halls at all. She was in the main office once again. This time in what looked like gym clothes. Shorts, a white t shirt with a red trim, and white knee high socks. I noticed again she didn’t have any shoes on, and of course, following close behind her was Haley. Usually Haley was the one wearing something sporty, but I guess not this time. They were standing against the wall, until Melony put her hands up, and suddenly propped herself upside down against the wall. Haley grabbed her little feet and held her in place, she was stuck doing a handstand, and it didn’t take long until her shirt started to slide down, slowly exposing her belly until it got stuck around her chest. Immediately, her fans began to flock around her, fully expecting to get another look at her gorgeous body. Her bra was peaking out, and with one swift motion, Haley wrapped her toe into Melody’s drooping shirt, and pulled it down around her head. I realized then that Haley was barefoot, and wondered why. Why was any of this happening, and how did these situations keep arising? In any case, Melony was once again about to get stripped naked, and no one was going to help. When I got closer, I heard Haley say, “Try not to fall on your head!” And then, just like she pushed Melody’s shirt down with her foot, she stomped her bra down to the ground, leaving the upside down girls chest bare. Her tits bounced from the force of it, until they settled into place, drooping down ever so slightly. Her face was hidden behind her shirt, maybe it was for the best that it was. Haley wasted no time, clearly she felt no sympathy for her, or guilt for what she was doing, and within seconds, Melody’s shorts were pulled up to her knees, then to her feet, until they were tossed off without a care. Left with nothing to cover herself except her black panties, her arms started to become wobbly. Haley grabbed the middle of her underwear, bunching it up, and then yanked it down, wedgieing them in between her pussy lips, to everyone’s amusement. How many different ways could they humiliate this girl? Her school life was already ruined, so the only reason I could think that Haley kept this up was that she genuinely enjoyed embarrassing the new girl beyond belief. Before long, Melony’s arms gave out, and she fell on her head, and then tumbled forward, leaving her ass bent out towards the crowd, and in perfect position for Haley to grab her panties on both sides, and pull them as far up her ass as they would go. Haley wedgied her until her butt cheeks were fully exposed, and her panties could barely cover her privates. Melony tried to get up, and I actually heard her squeal in pain, but Haley didn’t allow that. She sat on the girls head, and yanked her panties so far up her ass that they snapped. The thin cloth that was covering Melody’s crotch was no more. All that was left was the waistband that was now wrapped around her stomach. Haley spread Melony’s cheeks to the crowd, letting them take in the glory of both her holes, and then gave her ass a hard slap. Then she spread her ass again, and then spanked her again. When she wasn’t showing off the other girls sex, she was slapping her ass. Melony’s thick thighs jiggled with each hit, but she didn’t fight back, and even managed to not make a sound while they punished her. Haley eventually stopped, and threw her onto her back. She reached down and grabbed Melony’s socked feet, and yelled, “Ankles up!” when she lifted her feet into the air, and pulled them back towards her head. The disgraced girls pussy was put on show and spread open when her feet were thrown back. Melony’s shirt was still caught over her head, and Haley folded Melony in half, tucking her legs behind her arms and leaving her head stuck in her shirt. Haley was basically making the girl hold her own legs open. “What’s wrong?” Haley teased her, “You don’t like it? Here.. I’ll make you feel better!” Haley said excitedly and quickly reached down, rubbing her fingers against Melony’s clitoris. Everyone watching cheered, and for some reason I couldn’t look away. Melony didn’t say a word, but she flinched with her whole body. Haley wasted no time rubbing the girls clit in circles with her left hand. “You like that don’t you?” Haley asked her with a devilish grin and tortured her clit some more, and with her other hand, she slowly inserted one finger into her anus. Melony made some kind of pained noise from under her shirt, but that didn’t stop anyone from watching, or Haley from masturbating her. With one hand she stimulated her clit, with her other she fingered her asshole. “Cmon, bitch. Let’s see you wet yourself!” Haley yelled. Around that time, everyone watching started to take their phones out. They wanted a souvenir of Melony’s misery, probably so they could go home and jack off to it later. My stomach turned thinking about how everyone else would get their privacy, but Melony had to do it here, in front of everyone, and on camera. Did she even know that people were filming this? Shockingly quick, her vagina began to glisten as it got wetter. It even began to drool as some fluids dripped out, and were used as lube to better finger her asshole. I knew her body was betraying her when even her hips began to shake. Haley didn’t let up, instead she wanted to make her cum in front of everyone. Soon her body was moving on its own in a desperate attempt to not finish in public. Melony couldn’t keep it inside anymore, and started to cry out a little bit, but everyone else took it as if she was moaning in pleasure. Haley didn’t break pace, she probably knew that in a couple seconds, she will have completely defiled the new girl at school. Her total humiliation would be more than complete, and Melony would be shunned, and ashamed for the rest of the year. Then in an instant, a rush of fluid came spilling out of Melony’s quivering pussy. Her whole lower half was shaking in orgasm, and she was powerless to stop it. Haley finally stopped toying with her clit, and pulled her finger out of her ass, leaving it open the size of Haley’s finger. Her pussy and asshole were pulsating in the most disgraceful orgasm possible, and all of it was not only seen live, but recorded for future viewing pleasure. Haley finally got her off, and gave her ass another good slap before standing up. Melony’s public display took place inside the main office at her new school, how could she ever get used to this place with the memories she has of it now? Haley laughed, like she had been doing the whole time, then grabbed Melony’s foot. She peeled Melony’s long sock off, and congratulated her on making a good first impression on everyone at school. Then she peeled her other sock off, and said, “I’ll be taking these back too, not like you need clothes now anyways,” and dropped her foot onto the floor, leaving Melony flat on her back. “You might as well show up naked tomorrow, not like it’ll make a difference anyways,” she said with a laugh as she walked away. Everyone got in their last pictures while Melony laid there, covering her face in her hands probably feeling mortified at what her bully had done. Her shirt was still stuck over her head, and she still buried her face in her hands, leaving her nudity displayed to everyone. Despite her open legs, and bare chest being out in the open, she was so ashamed, she wanted to cover face instead. I disappeared into the crowd, and left for the day. Pt4 The next day while walking into school I was shocked to see two familiar faces standing by the doors. None other than Haley, and next to her, a completely nude Melony. I couldn’t believe it, did Haley actually make her come to school naked like she said yesterday? I didn’t see any clothes strewn about on the ground so I wasn’t sure. Haley pulled Melony’s hair, yanking her head up to face us all as we walked in, and even forced her to wish us a good day today. Melony’s arms were fixed behind her back, her perfect body, naked from head to toe, was behind shown to everyone that walked inside. I was shocked that not a single teacher had found out about this, let alone anything about the days prior. Her amazing, tanned body now belonged to Haley. It was hers to do as she pleased, so she made sure to pinch a nipple for the passer byers, despite Melody’s grief. I wondered if she saw me looking between her legs or at her brown nipples atop her tan skin. I feel bad about it, but I couldn’t help it. If anyone was naked I doubt that I wouldn’t at least take a peak. Still, it felt wrong to look at her when she’s not wearing a pair of pants, or at least a pair of underwear. She lingered on my mind all day, and I didn’t think I would see her again until maybe when everyone was leaving. That’s usually when Haley wanted to have her fun, so I was surprised to see her again before third period. I was walking to class when suddenly a girl stopped me. I didn’t know her name, maybe it was Mcayla, but I knew for sure she was one of Haley’s friends. She asked me if I heard about the new “exhibitionist” girl. I said yes, and then she led me into the gym storage room. I’d never been in there before, usually it stays locked so I didn’t know how she got in there either but sitting on a table in the middle of the room, was Melony, and next to her was Haley. The door was closed behind me, and there were nine other guys from school in there as well, all focused on Melony who of course was naked as the day she was born, save for a blindfold. She wasn’t hiding her nudity, in fact she looked like she was presenting herself. As the door shut, Haley announced that everything was ready, and the show may begin now. In everyone’s hand was their cell phones, all pointed in the direction of Melony’s open legs. “Okay, Melony,” Haley began, “If you want to be done with all this, then all you have to do is put on a good show for these guys,” she said. “Is it really only five?” Melody asked quietly. “Yeah, so hurry up before I change my mind,” Haley snapped back. “And you’re gonna delete those pictures right?” Melony weakly asked. “I said hurry up before I change my mind!” Haley shouted back while smooshing Melony’s face in her hand. I wasn’t sure what was even going on here, but Melony didn’t seem to truly understand either. There was twice the number of people in here than she thought, and everyone but me had already started recording a video of her .... Melony reached up, grabbing one boob in each hand, and played around with them for a while. “Cmon, I want to see those nips hard as diamonds. Give em a good pinch,” Haley demanded. And within seconds, Melony listened and pinched and tugged her own nipples. All the guys were enjoying it, but not making a sound, I was more shocked at what I was witnessing. “Lick em too!” Haley shouted, almost laughing. And like a trained animal, Melony pushed her breasts up, stuck out her tongue, and licked her own nipples. Her face wasn’t as red as it was when she was merely sitting naked in front of us, but now, even with the blindfold, I could see her whole face had become flush red from the embarrassment of being commanded like a slave. What a disgraceful act to be caught on film, and she didn’t even know it yet. I thought I should I speak up now, that maybe I could save her some modesty, but I wasn’t sure what I could even say “Alright lets see how hard they got,” Haley declared. Melony let go of her boobs, and Haley grabbed her nipple, stretching it as far as it would go and then laughed. Melony winced but that’s what Haley wanted. She invited everyone else to feel em too, and like wild animals, every guy got a handful. They played with her nipples, and groped her tits for as long as Haley would let them, while Melony remained silent. I just stood back and watched, I couldn’t bring myself to participate like that. But still, I felt terrible for her, she still didn’t know that this was all being saved to their phones, and that there were nine guys taking turns with her chest, not five. “You guys are just gonna play with her body? Who wants a kiss?” Haley asked, grabbing Melody’s face and forcing her mouth open. With no hesitation, guys stepped up one after another, taking turns tongue kissing the same girl. She squirmed every time, curling her toes and shaking her legs a little, but any time that her legs started to close, Haley was there to push them back open. I didn’t kiss her, but I couldn’t take my eyes off her either, so I guess I’m not any better than them. “Oh that’s so romantic,” Haley said, “all this kissing is making her real horny,” and she pointed towards Melony’s ever exposed vag. “I know you want their cocks, but why don’t you show us how you masturbate at home!” Everyone backed up a little, getting ready to record her touching herself. And with little hesitation, Melony began rubbing her clit in circles, just like Haley had done to her yesterday. “Lift those legs up higher, girl!” Haley demanded it, and Melody listened. She lifted her feet up so they weren’t dangling off the side anymore. With her legs lifted up so high, her butthole became much moreexposed. A couple guys grabbed her feet to hold her legs in the air while she played with herself, but they still made sure to record her privates the whole time. “How’s it feel, huh?” Haley taunted her, causing a few guys to chuckle. “It feels good,” Melony squeaked out. “You like touching yourself in front of everyone?” “Yeah.” “Yeah what?” Haley asked triumphantly. “Yeah I like touching myself in front of people,” Melody weakly said. I don’t think that convinced anyone, and Haley didn’t let it slide. “Tell us more how good it feels!” She yelled. “It feels good,” Melony said with a crack in her voice. “What feels good?! I wanna hear all about it so you better keep talking, slut!” Haley yelled right in Melony’s ear. “It feels good.. to.. touch myself,” Melony clearly was in tears under that blindfold, she couldn’t even speak properly. “Keep talking! Keep talking until I say you can stop!” Haley was loving every second of this. How cruel it was to humiliate someone like this. “And You better start using some of those lines.” Melony grimaced, but then started spewing out a bunch of dirty talk. “I love playing with my clit,” she said, “I want to cum in front of everyone. Please make me cum,” she said. Obviously Haley had told her to say these things earlier, and the degradation was too much for Melony to handle. She even started to sniffle, and my heart broke for her. “How about you let them play with you, you want that right?” Haley asked, already knowing that Melony would comply. “Yes please,” she said, still hopelessly rubbing her clit until Haley guided one of the guys hands down there instead. He started rubbing her clit for her, and Haley made her moan as if she liked it. This horrible display, this perverted degeneracy was all being filmed, and Melony was blind to it all. Haley let everyone touch her, in any place they wanted. All while she threatened Melony to moan louder and louder. One guy massaged one of her tits, and Haley made her say that she liked it. The self disgust that Melony would certainly feel after this, would she ever recover? Haley spread her pussy lips wide, and let someone stick a finger inside. Melony squealed at first, but Haley made sure that turned into a more pleasure filled sound. It wasn’t long until someone else got to finger her asshole. She was getting touched all over by people she didn’t even know. And if she didn’t sound happy about it, Haley made sure to change that real quick, even going as far as making her suck on her fingers. When Melody’s hips started moving back and forth, I knew what was coming. It was the same as yesterday, she was getting close to an orgasm. Haley must have recognized it too, she pulled her finger out of Melony’s mouth and asked her if she was about to cum. “...” “You better remember that you gotta tell us before you cum! I wanna hear you shout it when you do it!” Melody tried to avoid answering at first, but this time she answered very meekly. “I’m about to cum,” Melony declared to everyone. All phones were ready to capture it from slightly different angles. “I’m going to cum,” she said again, making every guy go a little harder on her. They all picked up the pace, fingering her harder and faster than before. “Say it when it happens, slut!” Hayley yelled to her. She rested her hand on top of Melody’s head and eagerly waited for it. Everyone was waiting for it. Melony was breathing heavier than ever, and her body was wiggling, ready to throw all her modesty out the window, and orgasm in front of everyone. She was trying to catch her breath, moving her head around, and squirming as it was about to happen. Then she said it, she seemed to barely be able to get the words out. “I’m cumming,” she moaned, and at the same time, Haley ripped the blindfold off her, exposing her face to everyone, letting her get a good look at who was toying with her body, but most of all, letting the cameras capture her face as she hit climax. As her vagina twitched, and she got to see the room for the first time, she looked right into every camera that was recording her most vulnerable moment. “Say cheese!” Haley yelled, barely holding in her laughter as she showed just how much she had humiliated the girl in her first week at her new school. “Ahh… noo,” was all Melody could say as she hit orgasm and realized that it was all captured on film. Her mouth was stuck open, and even her eyes twitched when she saw the cameras. She could hardly catch her breath, and didn’t know what to do. Her pussy was still throbbing and cumming and she couldn’t stop it now. She tried to look away, and then cover her face, and then block the cameras with her hand, and tried to cover her nudity, all at the same time. In her orgasming mind, she couldn’t think straight and decide what to do, so she ended up just looking like a fool as she reached orgasm, unable to stop them from fingering her more. Haley pulled Melony’s hair, yanking her head back, and forcing her to look straight at all the cameras pointed at her. The face she made as she reached orgasm and simultaneously realized that her life at school was forever ruined was all immortalized Having already defeated her in the grandest way possible, I thought Haley would be done with her, but when no one stopped fingering her, Haley didn’t stop either. “Smile for the camera, babe!” She laughed, “Let then see how much you like it!” Haley brutally tormented the girl. “Please stop, you can’t do this,” Melony whined as she realized she was trapped here, and would be forced to orgasm again if they didn’t let her go. I didn’t even know what I could do in this situation to make things any better, because within another couple seconds, a huge wave hit Melony, and she arched her back, curled her toes, and moaned louder than ever. At the same time, a rush of liquids and juices came flowing out of her pussy. It made everyone finally stop touching her, but the cameras still recorded every second of it. She squirted in front of everyone, and was forced to do it. Her vagina was red, it looked sore, and used, all the while, she was having what looked like a long lasting orgasm. More cum kept coming out in tiny spurts, and Melony was frozen in place until it stopped. Haley broke the silence by bursting out laughing, “we gotta show that to everyone!” Melony quickly but quietly said, “please… no,” but Haley ignored her. Instead she started to list off people that she was going to send it to. Melony fell back, and laid flat on the table, crying, “You promised..” “Look honey, everyone’s already seen you naked, and most people probably at least saw a video of yesterday’s performance. What difference does it make now?” Melony shot back up, she wasn’t even covering herself by this point, there were bigger issues. “What?” She asked, horrified. Her eyes widened and her mouth was fixed open in shock. “Did you think no one saw that? Or that not a single picture was taken? Get real, dumbass,” she snarked. Melony was horrified, I couldn’t believe she hadn’t found out that people recorded yesterday too. I couldn’t imagine the pain she felt in her heart. Her own modest self, reduced to nothing but a naked body. She buried her face in her hands, and Haley told everyone to get going. She waved us out of the room, and before we were even out the door, the other guys were talking about all the people on their contacts list that they were sending that to. I didn’t see Melony at the end of the day, that day but I needed to talk to her, so I planned on coming to school early tomorrow to catch her before Haley does, that is, if Melany was even going to show up. Pt5 I was shocked to see Melony walking into school the next day. She had a different aura to her now, like she didn’t care about anything anymore. I needed to say something, I wasn’t sure what but I couldn’t sit idly by anymore. I approached her, and asked simply if she was okay. She didn’t seem like she was in the mood to talk. She put her hand up to me and simply said she was fine. I understood the message she was putting out, so I decided I would just leave her by saying that if she ever needs anything she could count on me. Her head snapped towards me, and she stared at me with empty, hateful eyes. She said, “If you want to help me, then help me get revenge.” Apparently how this all started was Haley took a picture of Melony when she was naked in the locker room trying out to be a cheerleader. Since then she’s been blackmailed and forced to go along with everything Haley says. But still, after everything she did, is that all even worth it to avoid one picture going around? But Melony assured me that Haley took much more than just some creep shot. It was more like a full on attack, like it had been at school. We talked for a while after that. She already had a plan laid out, and was going to do it by herself, but figured she could use another pair of hands. We walked through the main office where many students had already arrived and were chatting with their friends before the first bell. I couldn’t help but notice that everyone was staring at Melony, and since I was talking to her, they stared at me too. Lots of laughter, pointing, and jokes were thrown our way, although I guess they were all directed at her. I figured that pretty much everyone had seen those videos, a copy even got sent to me after all, and this all but confirmed that everyone in school saw them. She didn’t pay those people any mind. Stoically, she breezed past them all until we were in a secluded hallway by ourselves, and she detailed her plan for me. It was last period when we decided to enact the plan, the day was almost over. I waited inside the gym storage room for Melony to walk in. She said when she did, she’d be dragging Haley with her by her hair. A sudden thud on the door snapped me out of my thoughts, and I focused on the door in front of me. It wasn’t a knock at the door, more like someone ran into it at full speed. The doorknob started to turn, and in stumbled Haley, holding her head in her hands, followed close behind by Melony. She pushed Haley forward until they were all the way inside, and Melony shut the door, and our plan began. Melony grabbed Haley’s hands, and shoved them behind her back, like she was getting arrested. It must have been Haley’s head that slammed into the door because she seemed to be in a bit of a daze. There was hardly any struggle at first, so I managed to tie her hands and arms behind her back, using a jump rope that was kept in storage, just like Melony instructed me to do. She dragged Haley to the same table that she sat on yesterday, and sat her target down. Melony shuffled through her bag for a moment, giving Haley the chance to speak up for the first time. She looked terrified, frightened to the core at what Melony was planning. “Please don’t do this,” she begged. The once proud girl had been reduced to nothing this quick. Somehow, she looked more pathetic than Melony ever did. Melony pulled out a pair of scissors, the same kind that Haley had used on her on the first day of school. “Please don’t do this, you don’t have to,” she pleaded, her face already turning red. Melony pushed her onto her back, making her lay across the table. She reached into her victims shorts pocket, making the anxious girl squirm fearing the worst. However, Melony pulled the girls phone out of her pocket, attempted to open it, and then called out, “Password!” “Huh?” I wondered if Haley even knew what Melony was talking about. I don’t think she even realized that Melony had taken her phone, so Melody just shoved the screen in her face, and called out again, “Password! I’m deleting all your pictures of me.” “It’s 3636,” in a panic, Haley gave up access to her phone so easily, which may have been her biggest mistake. Melony grinned when the phone opened, and she took a minute to swipe through it. After she was done on the phone, Melony reached down, and ripped Haley’s shoe off. I realized it was my time to help. Haley was wearing knee high socks, just like Melony told me she was going to. I thought she was just guessing, but somehow it’s like she knew she’d have that sporty outfit on. I peeled her sock down her leg, and slid it off her right foot. As fast as I could, I fastened it around Haley’s mouth, wrapping it around her head. She tried desperately to ask for mercy, but couldn’t any longer. Melony grabbed ahold of Haley’s shorts, and slid the scissors inside the waistband. All Haley could do was kick her legs, and make as much noise as she could through her gagged lips. I helped out by holding her right leg in place. It felt kind of wrong holding her pale, barefoot leg after I was the one that ripped her sock off, but if anyone deserves what was coming to her, it was Haley. Melony slowly cut through the fabri...il she had torn through every hole. She grabbed the front of them, and ripped them clean out from under her. Haley’s shorts had been completely shredded, leaving her in her purple and black, scenic panties. It looked like a beautiful night sky, with stars shining in the distance, and right below them was the popular girls pussy. Melony took her time to dice up Haley’s shorts right in front of her. She tossed the pieces to the ground, and then grabbed Haley’s shirt by the collar. Haley’s eyes widened as the scissors tore into her shirt until it was split in half. Both halves fell to the side, revealing Haley’s flat white belly, and her big black bra. I couldn’t help but stare at it for a moment, and before I knew it, Haley’s shirt was reduced to shreds, and her bra was the next to go. She tried to make any noise she could, but Haley couldn’t say a word. She had to watch as her bra was cut open in one snip of the scissors. When Melony finally ripped the whole thing off her body, and Haley’s boobs were exposed, I couldn’t believe my eyes. I never thought her boobs were that special or anything, but when the bra came off, there was hardly anything there. Melony even made a snide remark about how thick the padding was on there. Haley tried to kick harder but didn’t get anywhere, her tiny titties had been exposed, and soon her panties would be cut off. She’d be naked in no time. Sure enough, Melony made two quick cuts, and then snatched Haley’s underwear out from underneath her. Her tight vagina was finally out in the open, and thus, Melony was finally ready to begin her real payback. Haley cried and whined as she was forced to lay completely naked in front of us. Melony took out Haley’s phone again, and pointed it right at the girls crotch. Haley couldn’t do a thing to stop it, just like she had done to Melony, Melony was now doing to her. I couldn’t help but stare as well, Melony had a gorgeous, but so did Haley. Both of them were absolutely stunning in different ways, and how lucky for me that I could help Melony with her revenge. She spread Haley’s legs, and photographed every inch of her vagina and asshole. “Say cheese,” she said as she pointed the camera up at Haley’s flat chest, and horrified face. The humiliation of getting done to you, what you did to someone else has to be the worst, especially if it’s something as degrading as this. Melony handed me the phone, and climbed up next to Haley on the table. I knew what she was planning, and I knew what she wanted me to do. So I helped her pin Haley’s feet behind her head, just like Haley had done to her before. I put the cell phone on video mode, and framed the shot to capture Haley’s body, nude from head to toe, with her privates being presented to me. Once Melony was done ripping off her other sock, we'd be good to begin. When I started the video, I made sure to get her face in it, so everybody knew who was about to get off on camera. I reached forward, and like Melony told me to do, I rubbed Haley’s clit in circles. Melony on the other hand, made sure to spread Haley’s pussy, and run her finger in and out. It was my job to get it all on film, so I made sure to get every angle. Her puffy lips were soft, warm, and getting pretty moist. Haley had stopped making noise, and even kicking altogether. She closed her eyes seemingly to try and hold herself together. She came back to life when Melony started teasing her butthole. She could hardly move, but she was trying her damndest until Melony slid her finger all the way inside. Hayley bit down on the sock in her mouth and endured it. Every second it went on was just time added to the video, Melony wouldn’t stop until they were even. Haley’s hips began thrusting little by little, trying to fight back the feeling. I could tell she was close, soon it would be all over for her. Unable to hold herself back any more, Haley moaned through her makeshift gag, and her body shook as she reached climax. She arched her back, and puffed out her chest and her face contorted trying not to give into the pleasure. I made sure to capture all of it, but Melony didn’t stop. I kept waiting for Melony to stop before I did, but she seemed intent on going longer. Haley’s body spasmed at the constant stimulation. Having already reached orgasm, her pussy was throbbing red, and soaking wet. Melody didn’t stop fingering her until a rush of fluids came squirting out of her vag. We both moved our hands away and watched as more and more came dripping out, making a mess around her crotch. I turned off the video after about six minutes of recording, and handed the phone back to Melony. She scrolled through the video until the end, and pointed the screen at Haley. “Look!” She demanded to Haley. She opened her teary, red eyes, and saw the image on the screen and made a face of even greater defeat than before. She was watching herself cum on video, on her own phone, and then Melony said, “I’m sending this video to everyone in your contacts list. Everyone you know is gonna get to see this,” and Haley began to bawl. She was screaming through as much as she could, trying to apologize, trying to beg for forgiveness. But none came. Melody started listing names out of Haley’s contacts in alphabetical order. Eventually it got to be too much, and texts were sent out in mass to Haley’s hundreds of contacts. “How about we put this on your Twitter too,” Melony teased. Haley was in absolute hysterics as her social life came tumbling down in front of her. “And your instagram, and Snapchat,” Melony continued, listing off all of Haley’s social media. Messages started coming into her phone immediately as everyone started to see, and of course Melony showed them to the disgraced Haley, who nearly passed out at the sight of them. Pictures of her flat chest, videos of her squirting pussy, and the image of her contorted face as she reached orgasm were posted everywhere, and were soon to be seen by everyone she knew. As Melony finished on the phone, the bell rang. Melony easily tied a jump rope around Haley’s neck, and started to pull her around like a pet on a leash. Outside the door, we could hear people were beginning to crowd into the halls, and Melony was headed outside, dragging along a skinny, butt naked Haley, with her arms tied behind her back. She tried to resist, but the leash made it too easy for Melony, she was easily pulled out of the storage room, and into the halls where everyone could see her tight ass, and golden blonde hair hanging down over her A cup tits. With a sock in her mouth, she was dragged through the halls, in view of her peers, in her birthday suit. With no way to herself, she couldn’t stop the masses from staring between her legs. The two reached the main office, followed by a massive crowd of people, just like what would happen to Melony. But now it was the bully, Haley, who was humiliated in front of everyone. Melony dragged her outside, Haley was bawling, her bare feet stepped onto the concrete, and her white skin glistened in the sun. Her blonde hair, and milky white, beautiful nude body, made her look like a goddess. Melony dragged her over to the flagpole where Haley had trapped her on her first day. Melony tied the other end of the leash around the flagpole, leaving her stuck to it, with her naked body on display to the crowd. Her pussy was wet and sticky, and it looked throbbing and red compared to the rest of her milky white skin. Her blonde hair was perfectly parted to not cover her little breasts, every inch of her perfect body was exhibited to everyone. “Take a good pic of this,” Melony yelled to the crowd, and dumped a water bottle over Haley’s head, just like Haley had done to her. The water quickly soaked her thin blonde hair, and slid down her flat chest, down to her skinny thighs. The water sparkled on her nude body, it the cold water washed over her soft nipples, and dropped off her crotch until it puddled around her feet. Her body was glowing with the water reflecting light off her. At the same time I noticed everyone around her getting their phones ready to capture the moment. When the bottle was empty, Melony walked away, leaving the humiliated girl completely nude from head to toe, with her hard nipples on display, and her bald vagina facing the crowd. Her little clit and red lips were enjoyed for a while, as more people seemed to revel in her disgrace, and no one was helping her out of this predicament. Instead they took the time to appreciate the justice in her public shaming.

Flesh byWonderstorm© Flesh: Sacrifice Ch. 04 Dani D'Annunzio wiped sweat from her brow as she plunged her paddle deeper and more forcefully into the water. Her muscles ached, and even though she knew full well that Benitez was doing most of the work behind her, she was contributing all she could at the front of the canoe. She longed for another quick dip in the Rio Rosa. She longed for a break in the paddling. She longed for Benitez to turn the canoe towards the river's edge to her left. While their first day in the canoe had been slow and lazy, today's trek had been nothing of the sort. The morning started slowly enough, Dani and the doctor digging just slightly deeper into the water as they fought an increasing current up-river. But by mid-day, the current had gotten so strong that the American girl wondered if they were making any progress whatsoever. At one point, just after lunch, they'd been forced to unload the canoe and make a number up trips along the river's edge by foot, carrying their supplies past a powerful series of cataracts that they'd encountered. Dani feared, hearing the roar of rushing water and seeing the crash of the Rio Rosa against the rocks in front of her, that they'd be forced to do so again. "It's beautiful," she nonetheless remarked, allowing herself a moment to take in the waterfall. It stood six, maybe seven stories tall, and was a good three hundred feet across, with the tip of an island splitting the falls into two. Mist rose from where the water cascaded down into the river below, froth and bubbles everywhere. It seemed impossible that the outside world wouldn't know of this waterfall, wouldn't be sending wave after wave of tourists to photograph it. "Qaqaqa Qan," Benitez nodded. Translating, he explained, "'Thunder.'" "Are we going around?" The Argentine answered in the affirmative. "Manqus Wasi is up there," he announced, pointing at the island between the two halves of Qaqaqa Qan. Dani swallowed hard. They were here. Benitez grimaced. "Our escort is here waiting for us." Dani didn't see anyone. She searched the horizon, looking for any sign of life. It was growing dark, and the girl had difficulty seeing too deeply into the jungle. "They're hiding," the doctor explained. "They're watching us." The brunette wasn't entirely comfortable with unseen eyes watching her every move. Why didn't they just show themselves? Why weren't Dani and Benitez greeted with the same jubilation and excitement that Summer had received in Aya Pampa? Why weren't they making themselves known? "I'm not sure," Benitez answered after Dani had voiced her concerns aloud. "Maybe it's just that they're expecting a blonde." Dani was back in the bright yellow cover-up dress, with her black swimsuit underneath. She'd slept just inches from Benitez back in the tent at Santa Teresa in nothing more than the purple panties and white tank she'd worn to bed the night before. The smell of sex had hung in the air, Dani's whole body alive with lust and longing, but she'd denied her baser impulses and kept her back to the doctor. She'd been in the cover-up all day - aside from a couple of quick swims in the river - as she'd worried about losing herself to her current adventure, succumbing to the urges she felt around Benitez. The little yellow dress, by no means conservative in nature, nonetheless offered another layer of defense between Dani and the doctor. As they pulled the canoe onto the banks of the Rio Rosa, Dani still didn't see any of the Huaca that Benitez had noticed. The sun had dipped below the horizon, but the sky was still alight with a purplish-blue hue. Dani scanned the trees, looking for any sign of life. If the villagers of Manqus Wasi were out there, they were better disguised and hidden than Dani was capable of seeing. "Rap-hi!" Benitez shouted into the darkened jungle. "Rap-hi!" He followed his hellos with a few phrases shouted out in Huaca. Dani caught only one word -- "Chaqiska." "The village is up there?" Dani asked, looking towards Qaqaqa Qan. "Why don't we just start walking?" Benitez was distracted, still staring out into the jungle. "It's above the falls," he answered absentmindedly. "We'll be escorted there by our guides, once they show themselves." Dani clutched herself tight. The reality of what was about to transpire had begun to seem more and more real. It was one thing to volunteer back in San Eduardo, inspired by an unthreatening little girl named Qapila and perhaps being a bit too cavalier about the prospects of erotic adventure. It was quite another to be here, in the Bolivian yungas, waiting for a little-known backwater Indian tribe to emerge from the jungle and fuck her as a flesh sacrifice. But emerge they did, and in numbers that frightened Dani and seemed to surprise Benitez. One by one, then two by two, and then four by four, the Huaca stepped into the waning twilight. They'd been perfectly still in the jungle, and even now, it was difficult for Dani to pick them out individually against the dark backdrop. But they came en masse, maybe forty of fifty of them, dressed and adorned in the same fashion as Achaku, Qarachupa, Rukuku, and the rest of Qaray Puka's men three days earlier -- loincloths, ritualistic scarring, and piercings here, there, and everywhere. But unlike the friendly Medicine Man from Aya Pampa, these men did not seem pleased to see the American and the Argentine, and Dani couldn't help but notice that they were all armed. Bows and arrows, menacing-looking spears, and hunting knives at the ready, the Huaca did not seem to be rejoicing at the sight of their brunette savior. Benitez reached out to Dani, shielding her with his left arm, and pulling her behind him. This only made the girl more frightened, knowing now that Benitez was as ill-at-ease as Dani herself. The doctor cleared his throat, and offered something to the approaching Huaca in their own tongue. Again, "Chaqiska," was the only word that Dani recognized, and she hoped that Summer's reputation would keep her safe. One of the Huaca, indistinguishable from any of the others, shouted back at Benitez, seeming angry and confused. Benitez answered, and he was answered back, and it carried on like this for a few minutes, Dani standing behind the Argentine and offering nothing at all. And then, without warning, the Huaca were on top of them. The attack came so quickly that Benitez had no time to shout anything to Dani, that Dani herself had had no time to even scream. Dani was grabbed roughly by the hair by a man rushing up behind her, while another grabbed at her chin and held her mouth open. A large, rough, piece of wood was inserted, and Dani gagged at the size of it between her teeth. In one quick motion, a hunting knife had sliced through the thin yellow material of her cover-up. And when the Huaca discovered her black swimsuit beneath, that, too, was sliced apart. Hands were all over her, grabbing at the material, tearing it from her body. In an instant, Dani was naked in front of an entire tribe of men, her breasts out in the open, her pussy full exposed. She tried to cry out, but found her screams muffled by the gag in her mouth. This was how her adventure was to end. Instead of being sacrificed on an altar, Dani would be raped and gang-banged in the jungle. But the men, once Dani had been stripped of everything but Summer's necklace and the simple braided sapumpa ferns around her neck, made no sexual advances. She wasn't groped, she wasn't fondled, she wasn't violated in any additional way. Instead, she was bound at the wrists and ankles, and laid on the muddy earth at their feet. Benitez was faring little better. He, too, had been stripped to the skin and gagged. He, too, had been bound and laid in the dirt. He was limp, however, and had his back to Dani, the girl being denied any sort of reassuring eye contact, any sense that she'd be okay. But, even at a time like this, when Dani was terrified and dreading what might come next, there was a part of her that couldn't help but take in the doctor's naked backside, that wondered what it might be like to be on the receiving end of strong, thrusting buttocks like Benitez's. There was a part of her that was disappointed that she wasn't able to see him, full-frontal. There was a part of her that was disappointed that she hadn't been bound, gagged, and taken by Benitez himself. Everything that they had brought with them was ransacked, taken apart and examined on the edge of the river. Dani watched as her swimsuit and yellow dress -- or what was left of them, anyways -- were tossed carelessly into the Rio Rosa, the current taking them downstream. Her white tank-top, her button-down short-sleeve shirt, her khaki shorts, and her jeans were all examined, but when the half-dressed Huaca found no use for them, they were tossed into the river, as well. Her bras and underwear, on the other hand -- including the purple cotton panties she'd worn to bed the past two nights, which received an appreciate sniff and a disgusting grin from one of the Huaca men -- were divvied up and distributed among the Huaca, as were her flip-flops, the espadrilles, and the jaguar-print loincloth she'd been given in Aya Pampa. The hooting began when one of the Huaca found the silver dildo in Dani's bag, the men finding it hysterical to come across such an intimate toy among their captives' personal items. This, too, was examined with a quick sniff and a wrinkled nose, and the toy was passed among the Huaca so that everyone, it seemed, could have a turn holding the dildo that had been inside Daniella D'Annunzio the night before. Dani's eyes were wide in horror and shame, and it seemed that one of the Huaca took exception to the fact that they were now being watched. Instead of being knocked unconscious, as Benitez surely had, Dani found herself being blindfolded, a strip of a leather being tied around her head, and blocking out what little remained of the dusk's light. The world was black to Dani. She was denied sight, and was forced to rely on her other senses. She could smell the Huaca men around her -- strong, masculine, and musky. She could taste their sweat in the air. The could hear them uttering quick instructions and sharing observations in their native tongue, barking at one another and laughing about the captives they'd taken. And she could feel them, grabbing at her forearms and calves, securing her to the underside of some sort of spit. She was hefted into the air, dangling beneath of long pole of some sort -- A tree branch? One of the spears? -- with her ankles and wrists fastened securely to either end. She imagined herself being carried by two men, one at either end, and bouncing and swaying as they began their hike through the woods to Manqus Wasi. The bindings burned against her skin, her muscles aching already at the weight they were holding. Four thousand miles away, Dani's parents might have been sitting down to dinner with her baby sister Michelle. They'd talk about their day, Dani's father offering gruffly about what it had been like down at the garage, her sister Michelle offering the latest goings-on at Cherryfield High. Dani's mother would remark on a phone call she'd received from Dani's middle sister, Valerie, who was studying at Vermont State, or a postcard she'd received from Dani herself, who was off to work on a public health program in Bolivia. She might have said she missed them both, and that whatever they were doing at that very moment, that they were safe, and that they were having fun. Dani began to cry. Her tears ran into the leather blindfold, however, and her sobs were muffled by the gag between her teeth. Her mouth ached, her lips stretched further apart than was comfortable. She felt her hair drag along the ground every now and then -- though the Huaca men were tall, Dani's hair was long, and it brushed against the trail and the undergrowth along it. Her tits bounced in all directions, the choppy path and the up-and-down motion of her porters causing them to move independently of one another, carried whereever gravity took them. And, though her legs were bound together, Dani could feel how wet and excited she'd become.. And she cried that much harder. The ride beneath the spit could have been five minutes long or an hour and five minutes long; for Dani, it seemed like an eternity. She had to pee. She wanted to touch herself. She wanted to massage her wrists and ankles. She wanted to massage her pussy. Her head ached, her breasts ached, her crotch ached, her joints ached. The only comfort that she took in being carried into Manqus Wasi, however, was that whatever waited for her there, whatever the Huaca were planning on doing to her, it wouldn't happen until the end of this little hike. And so, despite her aches and pains and longings, Dani hoped the hike would never end. She listened. She heard the roar of a waterfall somewhere to her right. She heard the crackle of torches being lit. She heard the Huaca talking among themselves. She heard bare feet padding along a dirt path. And she again heard the rush of water, knowing that they were somewhere upstream, somewhere beyond the waterfall. She was loaded into another canoe, this one shallow and poorly-made. For a few, brief minutes, Dani found relief from being hung upside down underneath the spit, being laid on a damp and roughly-carved wooden bottom. But the trip was short -- thankfully so, given that she could hear the crash and thunder of Qaqaqa Qan somewhere downriver, and feared that the Huaca might be carried over the falls with their prizes. She was hefted back onto her porters' shoulders once they'd reached the shores of Manqus Wasi itself, and even over the roar of the waterfall, Dani could hear the roar of an appreciative village. She had no way of knowing for sure, but already Dani had the sense that Manqus Wasi would dwarf Aya Pampa. There seemed to be people everywhere, laughing and talking and shouting and screaming out in joy. They seemed to be pressing around her, and she could feel their hot, collective breath upon her skin. There were familiar smells - of dried meat and fish, of carambola juice and chicha qullisara, of human perspiration and human flesh. After having the Rio Rosa to just herself and Benitez the past two days, Dani now felt crowded and claustrophobic. She was carried through the center of the village, or so she believed, across the little island between the falls that made up Manqus Wasi. The canoe that had taken her across the river was on the far end of the island, and Dani judged just how far she'd come by the increasing volume of the Qaqaqa Qan in front of her. Slowly but surely, the voices of the Huaca crowd were drowned out by the thunderous cacophony of the Rio Rosa spilling over the cliff-face, and the hot, sticky jungle air was replaced by a cooling mist of rising water vapor. As they drew closer to the northern end of Manqus Wasi, Dani began to grow concerned that she'd been brought all this way to be tossed into the churning waterfall below, that she'd be a sacrifice not to Sipusiki, but to Qaqaqa Qan. But Dani, instead, was laid upon a cool, hard, volcanic rock just above the falls, the clamor of Qaqaqa Qan reverberating right through her very being. She was given instructions, in Huaca, as the bindings on her wrists and ankles were loosened, but as she had little understanding of the language beyond saying "hello" and introducing herself -- neither of which the Huaca seemed all that concerned with at the moment -- she simply went limp, and numbly allowed herself to be pushed around and positioned by her captors. Her arms were raised over her head and stretched apart, and her legs kicked outward like she was performing some sort of grotesque, nude jumping jack. Her wrists and ankles were bound once more, though this time not to each other. Instead, she was held in place by rough, scratchy rope, her body splayed apart like an X. And, once the Huaca had established that she was securely fashioned in place, her gag and her blindfold were removed, and she was no longer in the dark. A small sliver of a waning moon hung overhead, and Dani knew that tomorrow would be pitch black. Tonight, at least, the village of Manqus Wasi was lit with starlight, torchlight, and at least some remaining moonlight. And for the first time, Dani saw the people whom she'd intended on sacrificing herself for. There were, indeed, more Indians here than there had been in Aya Pampa, but the setting was no less cramped and crowded. Manqus Wasi was not a bucolic little village in the way that Summer had described Hanan Pacha on her first experience with the Huaca. Nor was it the quirky ravine town that Aya Pampa had been. No, Manqus Wasi was nothing short of a city. Huts and houses were scattered everywhere, almost literally right on top of one another. There were trees and bushes still standing on the island, but they were fenced in and surrounded by Huaca homes. All were built from rocks and mud and sticks and leaves, but despite the impermanence of them all, some were clearly newer than others -- green leaves instead of brown, freshly cut tree branch walls instead of faded, weathered exteriors. And people. People for as far as the eye could see. Jam-packed so closely together that all Dani could think of was Grand Central during morning rush hour, the Huaca stood shoulder to shoulder, looking up at the brunette girl bound before them. They were young and they were old, and they were all dressed in mostly traditional Huaca garb, aside from the fact that the only exposed breasts that Dani could see were her own. Men and women both wore loincloths long and short, but Dani was hard-pressed to find a woman not wearing a skin-wrap around her chest, or some type of native bikini top, or something similar. Dani was quite alone in her nudity. But not completely alone. To her left, Gabriel Benitez Serrano had been similarly stripped, bound, blindfolded, and secured by his arms and legs to a pair of trees that stood defiantly at the edge of Manqus Wasi. Dani's left wrist and left ankle had been roped to the same tree as Benitez's right wrist and right ankle. And, had there been a third member of their party, that individual would have been arranged between two trees to Dani's right -- four trees and three gaps, enough to display three prisoners to the village -- city? -- of Manqus Wasi. Their buttocks faced off the cliff, and Dani could feel the sensation of mist from Qaqaqa Qan cooling her lower body. Their fronts, completely exposed, faced Manqus Wasi and the crowds that had gathered to stare up at them. Perhaps it was a treatment reserved for women, or perhaps Benitez's lack of consciousness had made it unnecessary, but the doctor hadn't been gagged. He moaned, and then coughed, the gentle spray of Qaqaqa Qan seeming to bring him back to life. Dani looked to him for guidance, looked to him for explanation, and looked to him to see if he was all right. But even held captive like she was, even as scared and horrified about what would befall her that night, Dani couldn't help but glance at the doctor's body. He was well-built -- that much Dani had been sure of even before she'd seen him undressed. Slender, but not necessarily skinny, Benitez had a build like some sort of professional South American soccer player. He was muscular, with biceps, triceps, and pectorals accentuated by the way he'd been hung between the two trees, and possessed a set of six-pack abs that would later have Dani wondering where he got his work-outs in way out here in the Oriente. But it was Benitez's cock that Dani had fantasized about for most of that day, a lifetime ago in the canoe on the Rio Rosa, and it was Benitez's cock that now held Dani transfixed. It was big. Even flaccid, Dani could see that Benitez was well-hung. More than the Australian backpacker, or her Cherryfield schoolmate, or the Peace Corps volunteer from Texas she'd fucked during training, Benitez had a gift. And maybe, just maybe, it was Benitez's "talent" that had attracted Summer Monroe to him in the first place. Maybe, just maybe, there was more to the relationship between Benitez and Summer than the pair had let on. "Where are we?" Benitez asked groggily, blinking himself awake. He seemed to be having difficulty seeing. "Manqus Wasi," Dani answered, concerned for the doctor's health. "With the Huaca." "No," Benitez croaked. "Too many people for Manqus Wasi." Dani shook her head. No. No. No, this had to Manqus Wasi. They were on the Rio Rosa. They were between the falls. They were in Manqus Wasi. They had to be. Or else Dani were in even bigger trouble than she'd first thought. "No, you're right. It is Manqus Wasi," Benitez corrected himself, eliciting a sigh of relief from the brunette. "Qaqaqa Qan. The island." He squinted out into the crowd. "But there are way too many people here. The whole village has grown." Dani was less interested in a census than she was in her immediate well-being. "It's not the worst reception I've received in a Huaca village," Benitez tried to calm the girl after she'd voiced her fears. He shot her a wry smile. But then he spat blood, and scowled. "But there's definitely something wrong here." Benitez again surveyed the crowd. Gathering his strength, he called out, "Suwaqara! Suwaqara!" He beckoned for the chief. Not getting an immediate response, he barked out for the village's medicine man. "Qallu Qallu!" There was a momentary pause, before a strong, male voice shouted from the crowd. "Qallu Qallu wanyusqa!" This obviously concerned Benitez. He yelled out in the direction of the voice. "Suwaqara!" Again, the male voice barked back, "Suwaqara wanyusqa!" "What's happening?" Dani asked. Benitez frowned. His brow was furrowed, and he was quite obviously getting a bit more worried. He smiled at Dani, though, choosing to ignore her question, as if he were telling her to "buck up," that he'd handle this. "Gabriel!" Dani cried. "Gabriel, what's going on?" Benitez bit his lip. "I don't know." He hesitated for a moment, as if trying to decide whether or not to let Dani in on what he'd just learned. "Suwaqara is dead. Qallu Qallu, too." Dani felt a shiver go up and down her spine. "So what does that mean?" Benitez shook his head. Even if he knew, he had no time to explain. The strong, male voice belonged to a strong, male figure, who emerged from the crowd and stepped up to where Dani and Benitez had been bound naked on the cliff-face. He was tall, even for a Huaca, standing a good head taller than Dani herself. He had dark skin, with a series of ritual burns and scars traced into it, symmetrically, on either side of his body. A strong jaw and a thin, slight beard framed his face, which was otherwise adorned with lip, nose, and eyebrow piercings. A single necklace dangled on his chest, the skull of some sort of small animal having been turned into this man's jewelry. In addition, he wore a long, flowing brown loincloth, and a pair of sandals that seemed almost out of place among the barefooted masses. "Kuchaq sutiymi," the dark-skinned man introduced himself to Benitez, not even bothering to address the naked brunette. Benitez glanced at Dani, and then launched into his Huaca. Kuchaq listened intently, and then answered Benitez in turn. Benitez asked about Suwaqara and Qallu Qallu, Dani was sure of that much. And Kuchaq pressed the doctor of Chaqiska, looking at Dani herself disapprovingly. Benitez seemed confused, and then it was Kuchaq's turn to seem confused -- all of which was taken in by Dani, who had not the slightest of clue what was being shared between the two men. She stared off into the crowd, doing her best to forget how naked and exposed she was at that moment. Kuchaq reached for the knife at his belt, and Dani was sure the worst had come. But, though his tone had softened and his disapproval hadn't waned, the dark-skinned man reached up and cut the Argentine doctor from his bindings. Right wrist, right ankle. Left ankle, left wrist. Benitez was being freed. The same could not be said of the brunette. She was left where she was bound, neither Kuchaq nor the doctor making any moves towards loosening her bindings. "I need to go talk to the chieftainess," Benitez explained, rubbing his wrists. To look at him from the front, Dani could now see a good-sized bump on her traveling companion's forehead where he'd sustained a blow. Kuchaq was obviously displeased with the porters who'd carried Benitez into town, slapping at one of them angrily. He paid little attention to Dani, however, and it was apparent that no similar anger who be directed at treating the woman the same way. "What's happening?" Dani asked, doing her best to maintain eye contact with the doctor. He, on the other hand, seemed to be casually taking in her body -- not in a wanton, sexual way, but more absentmindedly, as if he were trying to think straight while looking at her tits. "The chief is dead," he explained. "Suwaqara. The village priest, too. It's been Suwaqara's daughter, Sacha Allqu, who is serving as chief and medicine man both -- priestess and chieftainess all in one." "Dead? How did they die?" Benitez shrugged. "Some sort of disease. Yellow fever? Hep A? Food poisoning? I don't know what -- it's a good thing we're here." The doctor scratched his chin, as nonchalantly as if he were fully dressed and not standing in front of an enormous crowd. "It's sounds like some of the newcomers brought it with them." "Newcomers?" "From other villages," Benitez answered. "There's an American mining company to the south of here -- Knox Industries. They've been all over this part of the country for years now, not long after Summer first came down, mining for Huaca silver." He looked at Dani, and only seemed to just register that she was completely in the nude, aside from her jewelry. He gestured to her chest, and said, "Like your necklace. It's some sort of special alloy. But it sounds like they've been displacing some of the smaller Huaca villages, and they've been flooding in here, downriver, to Manqus Wasi. And, apparently, some of them have been showing up sick." "What does that mean for us?" Dani asked. Benitez looked at Kuchaq, and then out into Manqus Wasi, and then back to Dani. "I don't know," he admitted. "But I'm going to go find out." "Cut me down," Dani pleaded. "Cut me down." Benitez glanced sideways at Kuchaq, and then back at the girl, naked, bound, and spread at the edge of the waerfall. "I can't," he apologized. "'Uywa.' You're property. Livestock. This can be a part of the t'ojsiy...sometimes." Dani blinked back tears of disbelief. "You can't just leave me here like this! You can't!" she cried. Benitez was clearly pained by the way the American girl begged him to cut her loose. He shook his head apologetically, and said again, "I can't. I just can't." He looked away from her, doing his best to avoid the disappointment and fear in the girl's eyes. "I need to go talk to Sacha Allqu. Maybe I can do something." "Don't leave me!" Dani sobbed, struggling against the restraints. She was being held in place, naked, in front of hundreds of Huaca in Manqus Wasi. Her arms were stretched apart, her legs spread apart. She was Ann Darrow, waiting for Kong. She was a well-meaning Catholic missionary, waiting to be boiled alive and eaten by cannibals. Nudity and dildos and orgasms -- these were the things she had signed up for. But this -- this display, this humiliation, this treatment as "livestock" -- was not what Dani had expected. She was supposed to have been greeted as a liberator, treated like Sipusiki made flesh. Instead, she was a prisoner, subject to restraints and torture. "You'll be okay," Benitez did his best to reassure the girl. "They won't hurt you. You'll be okay." And with that, he began to slowly back away from the edge of the cliff, a pained look quite evident on his face. "No! No no no!" Dani screamed. "You can't leave me! Don't! No! Gabriel! Gabriel! Gabriel!" She was panicking, her naked chest rising and falling as she had almost begun to hyperventilate. She was being betrayed by the Argentine doctor, left alone. She was scared. She was humiliated. And she was crying. Kuchaq, apparently, could take no more of the girl's shrieks. Without looking for approval from Benitez, he grabbed the girl roughly by the jaw and crammed the gag back between her teeth. She coughed for air, recoiling at the taste of dirt and sweat on the man's fingers, her tears now streaming down her cheeks. She moaned and screamed into the wooden gag, her words muffled but the sounds still emanating from deep in her throat. She tried desperately to make eye contact with Benitez, but the Argentine worked just as diligently in trying to avoid it. He was brought a brown-maroon loincloth of his own by one of Kuchaq's men, and even as Dani struggled and writhed and pulled against her restraints, Benitez stepped down from the edge of Manqus Wasi and disappeared into the crowd. He was guided by Kuchaq and a number of the porters, and did not once look back at the terror-stricken brunette behind him. The sun was down, and night was upon them. Torchlight flickered among the tightly-packed huts and houses the Huaca had erected for themselves on this little island. The thunder of Qaqaqa Qan was omnipresent, but Dani could hear the laughs and whispers and observations taking place before her. For the longest of times, Dani stared blankly and numbly into the dirt at her feet, asking herself how she'd gotten into all this. She did her best to find some level of comfort, alternating between hanging on her wrists and standing as tall as she could in her ridiculously widespread stance. Her whole body was on fire, aching and sore. Some of it could be traced to the paddling she and Benitez had done that afternoon, but most of it was from the uncomfortable way she'd been positioned between the two trees. Dani continued to cry, but eventually worked up enough courage to take in her surroundings once more. There were hundreds of Huaca on the haphazard paths and alleys that made up Manqus Wasi. They were eating with their families and friends out in front of their homes. They were playing some type of game with pebbles. They were chatting and talking with one another, tending to fires, and washing dishes. They lived on top of one another, like some sort of Lower East Side tenement at the turn of the century. But none went very long without taking another look at the brunette propped up and held in place at the edge of falls, trying to make sense of her presence as much as Dani herself was trying to make sense of why she was here in the first place. As scared as she was, and as much as her muscles and joints ached, Dani was overcome by another sensation, a feeling of excitement. She was powerless, subject to the whims and decisions of the Huaca, unable to decide her own fate. There was a freedom in captivity, a sexual charge the likes of which Dani had never before experienced. Her nipples stood straight out, headlights in the Bolivian night. Her pussy, open by the way her thighs were pulled apart from one another, seemed to drip with some combination of water vapor thrown off by Qaqaqa Qan and her own, inimate juices. The bare skin of her neck and chest, where Summer's necklace rested against her body, felt hot and alive, as if it were being kissed by a masculine lover's rough and calloused lips. If the t'ojsiy were to happen that night, Dani wondered about the duration of the rite -- she very clearly was going to cum at the slightest touch. Dani had no concept of time, but even by the most conservative of estimates Benitez had to have been gone for close to four hours by the time he returned from Sacha Allqu's. The American had remained silent and spread apart on the cliff, having little say in the matter from the beginning. She gazed dumbly off into Manqus Wasi proper, lost in her toughts and fantasies, doing her best to escape the burning in her muscles and the heat in her pussy. She was here, but she was elsewhere, divorced from her naked body and luxuriating in it all at the same time. She was Dani D'Annuzio. She was an embarrassed American girl. She was a proud and beautiful sacrifice to Sipusiki. She was horrified. She was turned on. She was contradiction. "Dani," Benitez said softly to the girl as he approached. He took one step up the black, volcanic stairs, and then another. Kuchaq continued to flank him, as did a number of Kuchaq's strong, warrior-like men. "Dani." The girl looked up at the Argentine, as if she hadn't even seen him coming. She was down and she was beaten, and she no longer struggled against her bindings. "I need to talk to you," the doctor spoke as he extracted the gag from her mouth. "Are you okay?" "I need water," the girl croaked. Her lips and jaw hurt from having been stretched so far for so long. "I need to pee." Benitez turned and said something to Kuchaq, and Kuchaq barked at his men. The tall, dark-skinned man himself stepped forward and began to untie the knots around Dani's right wrist, while Benitez came up alongside her and gently touched her hip. "Water's coming," he assured her. "And we'll let you down to pee." Dani just nodded. As Kuchaq released Dani's right arm from its binding, the girl slumped to one side, and had to be braced by the Argentine doctor. He was still wearing nothing but the brown-maroon loincloth, and the feel of his warm, brown skin against her own was electrifying. He held her up again when Kuchaq released her left wrist, holding her slender frame in his muscular arms. She wanted to kiss him. She was drunk on her own aches and pains, on her lust and longing. Kuchaq freed the girl from her ankle restraints, and she took a few tentative steps away from the waterfall, Benitez guiding her and holding her up. "I need to pee," she said again. "Okay," Benitez said, glancing at the tightly-packed little island spread out beneath the stairs. It was going to be difficult to get all the way to the bathhouse from where they were currently situated. "Is here okay?" Dani scanned the crowd that watched her every move. They stared at her naked body. They watched the way her breasts jiggled as she descended the stairs. But Dani was tired, and out of it. Her body ached, and more pressingly, her bladder ached. She'd already been humiliated more than she'd ever been before in her life, and what she'd volunteered to do for La Iniciativa was even more degrading than that. And, though he'd left her above Qaqaqa Qan, Dani still found herself trusting Benitez unwaveringly. "Okay," she replied weakly. Surrounded by Kuchaq and his men, and holding on to Benitez's leg for support, Dani simply squatted at the base of the stairs and relieved herself. She could giggles and twitters from the Huaca in the crowd, but she paid them no mind. She was, after all, "uywa." She was livestock. Freed from one more torture, Dani stood and the party continued its descent into Manqus Wasi. The Indians stepped back and cleared a path for the brunette and the doctor, and Benitez led the girl to through twisting alleys and narrow paths between the Huaca huts. As they walked, he spoke. "They're going to take me," he said flatly. Dani looked up at him, confused. He was still propping her up, helping her walk naked through Manqus Wasi, aiding her until the strength in her muscles returned. "So much as happened here since last year, when Summer and Taksha Kuchu were here. Knox Industries has displaced a good half dozen different villages mining for his silver alloy -- he's chased them off their land. Sikimira Qullu, Lachiwana, Wasi Masi," Benitez spoke the village names as if Dani knew them. "They fled here, to Manqus Wasi." Benitez met the eyes of the Huaca as they passed. Dani couldn't bring herself to do so. The doctor continued. "They've had so much hardship. And then the disease. I think it may have just been age, or something simple, or maybe caused by everyone living in such close quarters - but first Suwaqara, and then Qallu Qallu. It's easy for such a superstitious people to believe the worst, to believe that they've been cursed." The Argentine cleared his throat. "And then you." Dani raised an eyebrow, growing concerned. "Sacha Allqu had expected Summer. They all had." Benitez paused. "And I think, if Summer had known what was going on here in the South, she never would have sent you. She would have come herself. She never would have asked you to perform the Yumachi ritual." "Yumachi?" Dani asked. "What about t'ojsiy?" Benitez gritted his teeth. "It's the same. More or less." He paused again. "They need me to help you." Dani wasn't quite sure what Benitez was getting at. She continued to stumble forward, and continued to hold onto his half-naked body for support. Did Benitez mean that he'd be holding the qollqephichilu? That he'd be in charge of driving the silver dildo in and out of her? "Do you remember the icons in Santa Teresa?" "The sun. And the...woman's vagina?" "Yes. Taytaku and Sipusiki. The Sun God and the Earth Goddess. It was from their union that this world came about, that Apucha and Hatucha were born -- the first man and woman." "I remember the story," Dani told him. "The Yumachi is an older version of the t'ojsiy. More fundamental. More to the roots. Taytaku and Sipusiki represented by Apucha and Hatucha, represented by man and woman." Dani suddenly understood. She stopped walking. Staring up at Benitez, with her lips quivering, she asked, "With you?" Benitez, biting his lip, said, "Yes." Dani wasn't sure what to feel. She hadn't signed on to have sex with anyone. She was no prostitute. She was a slut -- that much had made itself evident by what she had actually agreed to do, as well as by the fact that there had been a part of her that had actually begun to look forward to it. Dildoing herself -- or, as the case may have been, being dildoed by someone else -- was one thing, but fucking someone was something else entirely. But...was it? Dani was confused. She'd wanted Benitez. And wasn't sleeping with the Argentine better than being toyed to completion by some old Indian man? "You don't have to do this," Benitez offered, sensing hesitation. "Sacha Allqu believes they need to do everything in their power to appease their gods, and that they need to perform the more traditional Yumachi to the t'ojsiy. And they'd prefer to have Summer, anyways. You'll have to wait here, with them, while I take the canoe back up North to get her, but you don't have to do this." "No," Dani answered. "No, but I will." Dani had signed on with the Peace Corps to do some good in Honduras. She'd flown to Bolivia to help be a part of Summer Monroe's "public health campaign" among the Huaca Indians. She'd agreed to play the part of flesh sacrifice in Manqus Wasi because of an opportunity to help an entire generation of Huaca, an entire generation of little Chaqiscas and Qapilas. But Dani wanted this for herself. At some point in the past few days, Dani D'Annunzio had lost herself to her body. Since slipping out of her clothes by the Land Rover and slipping on Summer's necklace, it was almost as if she'd been transformed. Every sexual urge that she felt was somehow magnified, as if she were on some type of Huaca Spanish fly. The afternoon shower, the night in the tent -- Dani couldn't quite put a finger on it, but she found herself hornier than she'd been in months. Maybe ever. There was something about the way she was exposing herself, the way her breasts had been bare in Aya Pampa, the way she'd been stripped naked in the Aya Pampa bathhouse, the way she'd been propped up on display here in Manqus Wasi, the way that the Huaca were watching her naked figure even now. She was getting a sexual charge from exhibiting herself, of being naked in such a public setting. No, this wasn't going to be for the Huaca. This was going to be for Dani D'Annunzio. "Are you sure?" Dani nodded. And then she asked, "Are you?" Benitez was a bit surprised by the question. It was clear that he hadn't given it much thought, having worried more about Dani's reaction than he had about what taking part in such a ritual meant for him. "I guess I always said that I'd put myself in Summer's shoes if I could," he answered slowly. "And it's a bit unfair to ask you to do all this if I'm not willing to subject myself to it." "Words every girl dreams of hearing," Dani quipped. "I'm sorry," he replied. "I'm joking." The doctor grew silent for a few moments, the pair coming to a stop in what qualified as a small clearing at the center of Manqus Wasi. In front of them was what - at least at first glance - appeared to be a well. But steam poured out from below, billowing up into the dark Bolivian night. Dani would soon learn that Manqus Wasi, surrounded on two sides by the Rio Rosa, was also home to a series of hot springs deep beneath the surface. "They're going to take me away," Benitez said after a few minutes of watching the steam dissapate overhead. "I'm going tonight. I'll be back tomorrow evening." "To where?" Benitez shrugged. "I'm not sure. Away? They need to 'prepare' me for the role of Taytaku." Body-paint and braided hair, Dani thought to herself. She assumed that she would need to be "prepared" to play the role of Sipusiki, as well. All she said was, "It's late." "Are you sure about this?" Dani glanced around the clearing, finally meeting the eyes of Manqus Wasi. These people would watch her fuck the Argentine doctor. These people would watch as she climaxed in front of them. These people would see her cum, see her squealing and screaming in front of them while she was being penentrated by Benitez's surprisingly large cock. She licked her lips unconsciously, and answered, "I'm sure." "Kuchaq will take you to Sacha Allqu," Benitez explained slowly. Gesturing towards one of Kuchaq's men, he said, "I'm going with Tiyan Tiyan." "Tomorrow," Dani confirmed, standing up, alone, on wobbly legs. "Tomorrow," Benitez replied. He looked at her as if he had more to say, but couldn't find a way to say it. Instead, he just backed away, and followed Tiyan Tiyan off into the crowded village of Manqus Wasi. Dani, surrounded by a crowd of brown-skinned Indians in one of the most remote corners of the world, was naked and alone. *** To see Sacha Allqu in person was to experience the girl's undeniable royal presence, to bear witness to a backwoods beauty, a goddess in and of herself. When Dani had first met Summer, she'd been struck by the blonde's confident sexuality, a trait that Sacha Allqu seemed to share with the biologist in spades. The Chieftainess couldn't have been any older than eighteen, and her young, supple body belonged not in Manqus Wasi but rather gracing the pages of a lingerie catalog or an adult magazine. She, like so many others among the Huaca, had strong, striking features that looked more Asiatic than South American, with almond-shaped eyes and soft, tanned features. Dark eyes, dark skin, and dark hair, the girl was smaller than Dani in both height and chest size, but she owned the large lodge that both women now found themselves in, Sacha Allqu's presence making her seem three or four times Dani's size. The girl was seated upon a bamboo throne, decorated with flowers and feathers as if to signify just how important she was to Manqus Wasi. She wore a dangerously short, yellowish loincloth, but her legs were crossed and it was impossible to see anything between them. Unlike the other women of her village, she was topless, and her moderately-sized chest was as exposed as Dani's own, her breasts utterly perfect in their appearance. Her nipples stood straight out, though Dani guessed that had less to do with any sort of sexual excitement than it did with the fact that they'd been pierced through with two simple-looking silver hoops. Her belly button was similarly adorned, as was her chin, her ears, and -- when she first spoke she confirmed it -- her tongue. Around her neck was a large collection of gold, silver, and clay jewelry, resting alluringly between her two breasts. The lodge sat just off the steaming well where Benitez had left the girl. Dani wasn't sure whether it was a home, or a temple, or a palace, but whatever its name, it was packed tight with Huaca. Sacha Allqu sat at one end on her throne, flanked by Kuchaq and a number of other advisors, while Dani knelt in the dirt before her. Standing, sitting, and crouching around her, pressing up against one another were as many villagers of Manqus Wasi as the lodge would allow. It was hot inside, and the air tasted like the sweat and flesh of dozens of people. Dani was no less naked than she'd been when Kuchaq led her inside the Lodge and sat her before Sacha Allqu. She wore the necklace that Summer had given her, as well as the fraying sapumpa fern braid. Her skin was bare, save for the small butterfly tattoo that had earned her the nickname, "Qapila," and the yellow-orange handprint of an Aya Pampa girl whose name Dani couldn't remember. Her hair was a veritable bird's nest, flowing this way and that, and cascading wildly down her neck and past her shoulders. There was a menace in Sacha Allqu's eyes, and though the two were entirely unable to communicate with one another -- Sacha Allqu spoke no Spanish or English, and Dani spoke no Huaca -- Dani knew full well that she was going to be tested tonight. It had to have been past midnight by the time that Dani was brought to the lodge, just based on how long the sun had been down and how long she'd been bound and gagged at the waterfall's edge. But disappointment that Dani was not Summer seemed to be abating, and the full celebration of Phancha -- with all the requisite music and dancing and laughing -- sounded as if it were underway outside the lodge. Manqus Wasi may not have had Summer Monroe, but they had their sacrifice nonetheless. Sacha Allqu gestured to one of her people, who stepped from the masses and placed a large wooden bowl in front of Dani. The brunette knew right away what was inside -- she could smell the purple chicha qullisara before she saw it. The strong, powerful corn liquor was a gift for her, and though it was more than Dani was capable of drinking, she knew she had to accept it as she had with Uturunku. As Dani lifted the bowl to her mouth, Sacha Allqu rose from where she'd been sitting. She moved languidly, slithering towards Dani as if she were some type of jungle snake, oozing sexuality as she walked. If she'd flashed anyone from beneath her loincloth, the crowd showed no reaction, and now the material hung teasingly over her sex. Dani took a first, small sip of chicha, coughing at the burn, but the Chieftainess wouldn't let her stop. The Indian girl tipped the bowl forward, and Dani had no choice but to continue swallowing the salty purple alcohol, choking it down as best she could. Dani's eyes watered and her throat burned, but she took every last drop that she'd been offered, knowing full well that she'd just done a good seven or eight shots at once. She coughed violently, and steeled herself for whatever was next. She would do what was asked of her tonight -- given that there was no way to protest even if she intended to, Dani was giving herself to the village of Manqus Wasi. In an instant, she knew she'd be drunk, and she knew that she'd be even more malleable than she'd intended. Sacha Allqu called for the bowl to be filled once more, and though Dani did not think she could keep another bowl down, she said nothing. The chieftainess, taking Dani's bare shoulders in her hands, gently pushed the girl backwards and onto her back. The brunette was now lying naked in the dirt at the center of the lodge, her knees bent and her arms awkwardly at her sides. Sacha Allqu flattened her legs, and then crouching over the American girl, set herself down on the girl's naked thighs. She reached up and took off the necklace and the sapumpa ferns and in their place laid a set of four silver coins -- maybe the size of half-dollars -- atop Dani's forehead, atop her pursed lips, and atop each nipple. The feeling was electrifying. Dani didn't want to lose Summer's necklace of silver beads and jaguar teeth, and whimpered a little as it was taken from her. But each of the coins was smooth and cold, and seemed to send sparks directly into Dani's body as they were applied. She breathed through her nose, thanks to the disc on her lips, the cool metal making it feel as if her mouth had become another erogenous zone. Sacha Allqu, acting chieftainess or medicine woman or perhaps both, called for something, and an old-looking leather sack was produced alongside another bowl of chicha qullisara. This time, it was Sacha Allqu who drank from the bowl, but unlike Dani, she did not swallow. Mouth full of the thick, salty, purple liquor, the chieftainess leaned forward, and after temporarily removing the silver coin from Dani's mouth, kissed the American girl on the lips. The chicha qullisara passed from one woman's mouth to the other, Dani having little choice but to accept the other woman's offering. The whole ceremony, and the entirety of Manqus Wasi, seemed completely foreign and alien to Dani. She swallowed the liquor passed to her through the gentle lips of the chieftainess, her head spinning and her chest burning once more. Dani stared absently towards the ceiling of the lodge as Sacha Allqu pulled away, paying no attention to the fact that the Huaca girl was rifling through the leather bag. Forcefully, Sacha Allqu took the brunette's jaw in her left hand, and Dani allowed herself to be manipulated. With her right, the chieftainess inserted her fingers into the American girl's mouth, and found her tongue between her thumb and middle finger. It was awkward, especially given that Sacha Allqu clung to a long, thin, metal wire in her right palm that pressed itself up against Dani's face. Only too late did Dani realize what the instrument was for. The taste of blood drew Dani back from roof of the lodge, where she'd been lost in absentminded contemplation. She focused immediately, and tried to jerk away from the Chieftainess, but Sacha Allqu kept a strong and forceful grip on the brunette's jaw. She drew her piercing needle -- and, of course, that was what had just been run through Dani's tongue -- up and out of Dani's mouth, the naked girl trying to shriek and scream to no avail. Moving with lightning speed, Sacha Allqu replaced the needle with thicker silver rod, slipping it into the hole she'd just created before Dani had even been able to vocalize a coherent protest. She twisted it quickly while Dani's eyes rolled back into her head, and snapped a silver bead into place at the top. Dani kicked at the dark-skinned girl on top of her, and crawled backwards on her elbows out of the center of the lodge. She wasn't sure where she was going, or how far she thought she'd get while being surrounded by then entirety of Manqus Wasi, but instinct -- fight, flight, or fuck -- a taken hold, and Dani simply wanted to get as far away from Sacha Allqu as possible. Sacha Allqu would not allow it, however. She barked an order at Kuchaq and another man, and they descended upon the American girl. Even as she squirmed and fought on the dirt floor of the lodge, Kuchaq grabbed both her wrists together in just one of his big hands, while his companion managed to take hold of her ankles. Sacha Allqu, not the least bit deterred by the fight in her uywa, took another quick swig of the chicha qullisara, and spat it messily into the brunette's now-bloodied mouth. She found another small bowl, this one filled with a thick white paste that reminded a surprisingly lucid Dani of kindergartners' glue. "Samincha," Sacha Allqu spoke to Dani, dipping her fingers into the paste and then smearing it on Dani's tongue. The brunette gagged a bit at the bittersweet taste, but she found that the pain almost instantly abated. Her tongue was numb, but no longer did it sting quite so violently. "Samincha," apparently, was some sort of Huaca salve. Dani calmed noticeably, and though her head spun from the alcohol, the sudden violence, and the numbness of the salve, she was coherent enough to process what had just happened to her. She'd been pierced. She'd been run through by one of Sacha Allqu's needles. She'd been fitted with a tongue piercing. Dani closed her eyes and breathed deeply. Her chest heaved, and only then did she realize the silver disks has fallen from her nipples during her struggle. And, though it was stupid -- Dani knew that much -- she felt somehow more naked, more weak, and more victimized without them. Her chest heaved, her breasts rising and falling with each breath. Kuchaq still held her wrists tightly, the other man still firmly gripping her ankles. The tongue, by no means, would be the last of Dani's new jewelry. She knew that fact instantly - there was more coming. These were a people who believed in their ritual scarring and body paint and piercings here, there, and everywhere. They had been waiting for Summer Monroe, who'd been fitted with her own silver jewelry some time ago. They were being ruled over by a chieftainess/medicine woman who sported more silver poking through her various body parts than Dani even owned back in the States. And Dani was to be at the center of a rite in which her body and her sex were to be the focal point of the Huaca's attention. It was pointless to fight. Dani didn't particularly want her tongue or any other part of her body pierced. But then, she hadn't wanted to be naked on the Bolivian frontier, either, her clothes that hadn't been tossed carelessly down the Rio Rosa god-knows-where in Manqus Wasi. She didn't want to be held captive and used as a sexual sacrifice to Sipusiki. She didn't want to be fucked by Gabriel Benitez Serrano (or did she?) in front of a crowd. But in for a penny, in for a pound. Dani went limp. Sure enough, Sacha Allqu was far from finished. The chieftainess took another mouthful of the chicha qullisara, and then sucked Dani's left nipple into her mouth. The brunette gasped at the sensation. Her mouth still filled with liquor, Sacha Allqu then moved to Dani's right, and did the same. Apparently, Dani put together, this was her way of sterilizing the site of the piercing; though, if Dani's nipples hadn't already been standing straight out, at attention, it might have also been useful in exciting the subject. The chieftainess swallowed what remained of the liquor, but purple liquid trickled sensually from Dani's areolae down her bare and goose-bumped skin. Dani wasn't fighting anymore, but Kuchaq and the other man still held her firmly by her wrists and ankles. This turned out to be for the best, as even steeling herself for the expected prick did little to keep Dani from bucking her whole body at the pain of a needle piercing through her left nipple. She squirmed and screamed, the shriek of pain eliciting no reaction whatsoever from the Huaca crowd that watched. And, even had they spoken English, none would have been able to make sense of the brunette's nonsensical, gutteral cries, the incoherence of exclamations of sharp pain magnified by the fact that Dani's tongue with still numb. One nipple, and then the other. Sacha Allqu pierced both, and then -- working as quickly as she had with Dani's tongue -- outfitted her with the vicious-looking nipple piercings she was intended to wear for the Yumachi ritual. A barbell, for lack of a better description, ran horizontally through each nipple. It was attached at either end to a silver ring that ran the circumference around the nipples themselves. And the ring, in turn, had been fitted with long, half-inch-in-length spikes that gave the appearance of rays of sunlight emanating from the center of Dani's breasts. Dani took one look at them, gagged at the very sight, and looked away, tears welling up in her eyes. Sacha Allqu slathered each nipple with the "samincha," and they, too, went numb to the pain. Dani's bellybutton had already been pierced, so Sacha Allqu thankfully passed by that particular body orifice. But Dani gritted her teeth at the thought of what was next, and the thought of what the chieftainess was about to do to her body. And yet, she didn't fight, she didn't struggle against Kuchaq or the other man. She laid limp, aside from gently parting her legs, and waited for the Huaca girl to do her worst. Though this had never been a part of what Dani had agreed to back in San Eduardo, had never even remotely entered her imagination when she'd met little Qapila at the Oveja Negra, she had given up. The Huaca were going to do to her what they felt most necessary for the success of the Yumachi ritual, what they felt was most necessary to appease their demanding gods. Dani was no longer the Dani she'd always been; rather, she'd become something else -- subject, object, a tool to be put to good use. She was a tool for the Yumachi, and her function was no more than to fuck. Though she'd been expecting it, electricity nonetheless still sparked through Dani's nether regions as Sacha Allqu flicked at the brunette's pussy with her tongue. Dani's mind wandered, wondering whether this would be considered a lesbian experience. It was, wasn't it? Throughout her time at NYU and after, she'd joked with friends about kissing other girls or having a "bi" experience. But laughing and giggling about it as much as she had, Dani had never actually acted upon such naughtiness. And, truth be told, Dani was unsure of whether this actually counted. After all, she wasn't a woman, exactly -- not right now, not in the context of what Sacha Allqu was doing to her, and what the Huaca were preparing to do to her afterwards. She was a "thing," a religious object, and Sacha Allqu was doing little more than preparing that object for its intended purpose. The combination of the warm, sticky chicha qullisara combined with the warmth of Sacha Allqu's own breath caused a wave of pleasure to wash over Dani's body. The chieftainess flicked her tongue, just enough to tease the already erect clit to throb at the sensation. Dani fully expected a sharp and violent pain in just seconds, but in that moment, all she felt was carnal pleasure. Given how on edge she'd been since first entering the lodge -- no, perhaps it was since she'd first entered the valley itself -- Dani didn't think it would take long for the Huaca girl to get her off. But Dani's orgasm was not what Sacha Allqu was after -- at least, not at that particular moment. The chieftainess placed her left thumb under Dani's clit to keep it steady, and used her right hand to insert her needle into the American's tender flesh one more time. Dani howled. Some wild combination of pleasure and pain wrapped itself around her spine and surged to every extremity in her body. Dani had never fully understood masochism until that very moment, and now that she'd experienced it, she might never be the same. She came. And she came violently. Eyes rolling back in her head, the brunette screamed something entirely unintelligible, representing the pinnacle of orgasm as much as the nadir of bodily harm. She was sweating, and she was covered in the dirt from the lodge's floor. She had a sheen of perspiration and chicha and the chieftainess's saliva and her own pussy juices all over her body. Her hair was matted against her forehead, and her tongue and nipples continued to throb despite the dullness of their pain. Her shriek was high-pitched and animalistic, as if she were channeling every woman and every female beast who'd ever orgasmed before her. She bucked up against Sacha Allqu's finger tips, even as the Huaca girl did her best to hold the American steady, fitting her uywa with her new decoration. But Dani would have no chance to see what the Huaca had done to her pussy that night. Instead, through some combination of liquor, stress, and the strength of her orgasm, the girl passed out while being restrained naked in the Huaca lodge. Her first night in Manqus Wasi had drawn to a close, and no matter what she'd been put through that day, tomorrow would bring entirely new challenges, tests, and rewards of its own.

Female Sexual Response: Subject 334 bykianareeves© This is Part Two of this series. If you haven't already, please read Part One "Female Sexual Response: Subject 326" first. This is written from the perspective of another girl in the story, Subject 334. ------------------- I was mad at my roommate Kinsey. But then I wasn't. I was so confused. I don't know how I let her talk me into doing this. She was the one who saw the notice first. She didn't want to do it by herself, she was too chicken. And I find it hard to believe that I agreed to do it for something as stupid as vacuuming. She said she would vacuum our dorm room for the entire month if I went with her. Vacuuming! How could I be so stupid? It seemed like an easy $500, but nothing was worth that. The humiliation, the shame, the embarrassment, the pleasure. The intense, overwhelming pleasure. But for some reason, I didn't drop out of the study. For some unknown reason, I decided to wear the home monitoring device for the second week. I had been forced into having orgasm after orgasm in front of complete strangers, I had let a woman fondle and then suck my nipples, I had been teased and tormented until I cried, and yet I still continued the study. I had it figured out by now. As long as I only wore the device when I knew Kinsey was in class or at work, I could bear it. I could bear the frustration of not being allowed to orgasm because I knew at the end of the week, I would get to experience it again. They would hook me up to that thing and I would be experiencing nirvana in its purest form. I was good at blocking things out, and as I lay there, naked and exposed, I could block out the doctors and the nurses as they watched me orgasm again and again until I was begging for them to stop. But I was still mad at Kinsey because she always wore her device when I was there. She forced me to listen to her while she moaned and cursed, instructing it where to lick and kiss and suck, as if it could hear her. I would always leave, sometimes for hours but when I came back, she would still be wearing it. By then she wouldn't even notice me in the room. I would put on my headphones and try to ignore her. But I couldn't ignore the smell. Her smell. She was a true exhibitionist, I found out. She was the only one who walked around the showers naked. She even brushed her teeth naked. We've had full political discussions while she was naked as I tried to keep my gaze above the neck. She was beautiful. If I had her body, I would flaunt it too. If she was taller, she easily could've been one of those Sports Illustrated swimsuit models, although her breasts were probably too large. But after this week, I didn't want to talk to her. Or look at her. At all. But she always wanted to talk about it. When we came back from that first exam, I couldn't tell if she was more in love with Dr. Matthias, or the nurse who had fitted her device, or if she was actually in love with the machine. "Wasn't that amazing?" she gushed. "That was sexiest experience of my life!" But I didn't want to talk about it. "Did the nurse use her mouth on you?" I told her I didn't want to talk about it. "Did you think you were going to die when you came in front of all the other girls in the waiting room?" Silence. "Could you hear me screaming down the hall? Because I could totally hear you." Mortification. We were both freshman psychology majors. It was a requirement that all psych majors participate as a subject in a certain number of research studies to graduate. I knew I should have chosen one of the studies where you watch a short movie and then you have to list 50 round objects that you saw, or do some simple geometric puzzles while heavy metal music blared in the background. That would have been easy. But somehow I let her talk me into doing the Female Sexual Response study with her. As I left the lab after the second appointment where I was forced to have 10 orgasms in front of about 20 doctors, I was handed a sheet with instructions for this next week but I just stuffed it into my backpack as I walked back to the dorm. It wasn't until later that night that I saw it and decided to read it. Immediately, my heart started racing. This week, please wear your device in a public setting where there are other people within 20 feet. Your device will be able to pick up ambient heat that other people will emit. For example, you cannot be in your car sitting in traffic, or at a park where people are too far away. You can wear the device at your home as long as there is someone else there. You must wear your device for at least one hour at 3 of the following: restaurant or cafeteria, class, a store or work. Please log the location you have chosen for each day. As usual, wear your device for your next appointment and put it on 30 minutes before your scheduled time. Thank you again for your participation. Oh, crap. If only I had a boyfriend. I could wear it in front of him and be done with it, but that was one of the qualifiers. You couldn't be in a relationship if you were going to participate in this study.  The next day I left early without the device and went to class. I was gone pretty much the whole day. When I got home, Kinsey was just taking her device off. I heard a pop as her nipples came loose from the suction cup inside the bra. "Have you done it yet?" she asked. Her body was covered in sweat.  "No," I answered.  "It's wild! It actually--" "I don't want to talk about it," I cut her off. She just smiled. "Where are you going to wear yours? Are you going to stay here?" She seemed really excited about that. "No, I'm going to the movies," I answered without looking at her. It seemed safe to wear it there. It would be dark, I could sit in the back row and not be noticed. She laughed. "Have fun! Make sure it's a loud one." I took the box and took it to the bathroom with me so she wouldn't see me put it on. I was very modest, although I've been told that I'm pretty and have a great body. I always thought I was pretty average-looking but Kinsey always commented on how great my hair was, or how pretty my eyes were. She even once told me how much she liked my breasts, especially how perky they were. At the time I just brushed it off, but after these past few weeks, I really think she had a thing for me, which made me very uncomfortable. I scoffed at her comment to me. Make sure it's a loud one. Ha! I was proud of my self control. At the weekly appointment when everyone was orgasming in the lobby, all the other girls were moaning, but I just sat there quietly. I was proud that I was able to climax without making a noise, although I couldn't keep quiet while I was in the exam room as Kinsey had joyfully pointed out to me.  I put the device on in the bathroom stall, making sure my nipples were hard enough and that the phallus fit snugly in my pussy and the clitoral stimulator was in the right place. I was already wet, but I ignored it. I would do this, and I would not let it frustrate me like last week. This thing wasn't going to beat me. I wouldn't let it. As I walked towards the movie theater, it turned on. Slowly at first. Walking was difficult but I managed as the phallus fucked me and the mechanical mouths were licking and sucking my nipples. The vibrations on my clit and my g-spot were slow and deep at this point, which were leading me where I didn't want to go, but I knew I didn't have a choice. I started conjugating French verbs in my head to keep my mind off the delightful ministrations that were happening under my clothes. The sidewalk was crowded and I kept getting bumped by someone. Everytime someone bumped me, a jolt of electricity went through me, concentrating on my clitoris. Someone from my dorm stopped to talk for a little bit, but I have no idea what I said back. But he didn't look at me funny so I think I fooled him. By the time I arrived at the theater, I was at a high state of arousal. Probably an 8, but nowhere near an orgasm. I kept waiting for it to turn off, but it just kept going. It would slow down, always at a moment when I wanted more pressure, or faster fucking, or more vibration. Like it knew what my body wanted and it was going to deny me. I bought my ticket and entered the crowded theater. I was counting on an emptier theater, especially since it was in the middle of the afternoon, but almost every row was filled up. I took a seat on the right side in an aisle seat towards the back while I was being fucked and sucked and licked, almost to a point of no return. But I realized that everyone on the other side of the aisle could see me, so I moved over two seats, hoping to blend in to the dark velveteen seats. I knew I was breathing erratically and suddenly I felt like I was too hot, but I didn't want to take off my jacket. I sat still, trying not to move because any slight movement would bring a tongue or a finger closer to a pleasure point. It was quiet in the theater, and not as dark as I would have liked. People were whispering to each other, eating their popcorn and drinking their sodas while I sat there, tortured. The lights dimmed and the previews started as I was taken closer and closer to the edge. I was breathing quickly now, taking short little gasps. I closed my eyes, concentrating on my breathing. When was it going to shut off? It would shut off soon, I knew it would. This was always the point when it shut off. Wait, it was taking me farther now. Even if it did stop, I wasn't sure I would. I started to panic. It felt so delicious. Oh, so delicious. And then everything stopped, just as the preview came to an end. It was quiet in the theater. Too quiet. I could only hear my heavy breathing. I was certain everyone could hear it. It took everything I had not to make a sound. I slowly eased my grip on the armrest as I felt my orgasm back off, relieved and yet tormented at the same time. Someone sat down next to me and I looked to see if they were looking at me with a weird or concerned look, but he just smiled and sat down. Shit. I recognized him from my dorm, and he was really cute. I cringed. I'd seen him at a party a few weeks ago, instantly feeling attracted to him, but I was too shy to talk to him. And now he was sitting right next to me. I thought about getting up and leaving, but then it started again. Hard. I felt like I was being punished somehow. "How dare you feel attracted to him?" it seemed to be saying as it pounded into my wet pussy, over and over again. "He can't fuck you as good as this." I slunk lower into my seat, hot and ashamed as it started biting my nipples and my clit as it tortured my g-spot. "I'm sorry," I thought to myself. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry." But it was still punishing me as it continued fucking me, relentlessly dragging me higher and higher. I closed my eyes as I felt the inevitable come closer. I could see the cliff rising above me, but I was no longer holding back now. I was running towards it. I wanted to fly off the edge and soar above myself. But just as I reached it, it held me back as I tried desperately to free myself and jump. No! I was so close! Both times, it had taken me just a millimeter to the point of no return. It was testing me. Seeing how close I could get without release. The movie started with soft piano music playing. At least I thought it was piano music. Images flashed before me on the screen. Blues, and greens, and then yellows back to blues and grays. I couldn't make anything out. It was just an abstract movement to me as I just sat there and stared. Then it started again. It was softer this time, slower. Almost remorseful. It apologetically swirled magical tongues up and down my wet slit, circling my clitoris lovingly. Mouths sucked my nipples, softly. Tenderly. By the time the gentle fucking started, the images on the screen had started to take shape for me. There were trees, and sky. A little house by the water. Two people were sitting in a boat, talking, laughing, kissing. Then slowly, so slowly that I didn't realize it had started, it started rubbing my g-spot. I started to get confused about the characters in the movie, the images started to blur again, and then I realized that I was being led closer to the edge. This time it was enticing me to follow, and I did, willingly. I was no longer watching the movie now. I concentrated on the caresses on my nipples, my clitoris, my g-spot. I freely followed wherever it wanted me to go, letting it take control. I was climbing higher and higher, but so slowly, that I didn't even realize how far I'd gone until it was almost too late. I watched the colors on the screen go by, I listened to the sounds of voices, although I didn't understand what they were saying. All I could hear was it coaxing me higher, leading me farther, encouraging me to let go. But I couldn't. I couldn't let go. I couldn't moan or cry out or scream. I couldn't even move. I was a prisoner now. It had tricked me into presenting my wrists and then it had tied me up. I hadn't even struggled as it seduced me to lie on the bed. And now as it was torturing me, forcing me to reveal all my secrets, I wasn't sure I could hold out. I was taking short little gasps, concentrating on the feeling of my breath against my lips as I breathed in and out, trying to ignore the sweet torture.  But it was unyielding. It wouldn't stop. It knew me. It knew how long I could hold out. It knew how much I needed before I would surrender. The mouths were eagerly lapping up everything it could, my hard nipples, first the left and the right, then the left and right, faster and faster until it was licking both at the same time. The phallus was fucking me hard, knowing how fast and deep I liked it, needed it. Oh, how I needed it. The tongues were swirling on my clitoris, moving in expert circles around my secret pearl, coaxing it out to play. I didn't think I'd be able to hold out much longer before giving it what it asked of me. I didn't want to surrender. Not here, not like this, but I knew I was weak. And it knew I was weak. Finally, I gave up. I let it all go. My orgasm hit and I felt the ground shake. Over and over it rocked me, drowning me, but I didn't care. I had finally arrived, I had finished the race. But there was more. It knew exactly what to do as it took me to a second peak, and a third, fourth, fifth, rising higher and higher with each one. As I slowly came down, I came to my senses. It was loud. There was an explosion on the screen, and sirens and people yelling and screaming. Running. Now I knew what Kinsey had been trying to tell me. I looked around and no one was looking at me, pointing, laughing. I glanced to my left and the cute guy was looking at me, concern on his face. "Are you allright?" I smiled, tentatively. "I'm fine. I don't like movies like this," I whispered. He looked away, satisfied with my answer. I wanted to get up and leave, but he was blocking my way to the aisle. And I was too sensitive to move, and I was scared it would turn back on right when I was in front of him. I no longer had any confidence in my self control. What if I sat in his lap, grinding myself to an orgasm right there? No, it would be better if I stayed in my seat. I glanced at my watch. Wow, almost two hours had gone by. The movie was almost over. And then it ended. By the time the credits rolled, my breathing had returned to normal, but I was covered in a slight sheen of sweat. The cute boy got up and walked out and I noticed he was by himself. As the lights came back on, I knew I had to finally leave. I hoped my legs would be able to support me as I walked back to my dorm. At first I thought it was just a fluke. It would certainly recalibrate itself and not allow me to orgasm anymore. But everyday I wore the device, it was the same. It would tease me for awhile and then take me to places I didn't think existed in my small world. I wore it to the cafeteria, I wore it to class, I wore it to work. And each time, I was able to control myself more. I was proud of the fact that I could now climax without anyone seeming to take notice.  Kinsey had named hers Veronica. And she loved to wear it when I was in the room with her. The first time I saw her take it out of the box, it was late. I thought she had already worn hers that day, but I guess I was wrong. I got up to leave. "No, please stay," she begged me. "Why don't you take it to the lounge? Or the cafeteria - it's still open for another hour." "No, please. This is the only time I have today. Please." "Fine," I said and took out my headphones and a book. But I couldn't completely ignore her. She lay prone on her bed, her hips gyrating and grinding. I was ashamed of the wetness that seeped onto my panties as I watched her out of the corner of my eye. Pretty soon, I couldn't concentrate on my book anymore. Her face was so obvious, her hands were pressed down on her breasts, and I knew how that intensified the sucking on her nipples. Every orgasm rocked her hard and I envied her freedom, her lack of inhibitions. After the second orgasm, I could hear her screaming and cursing through my headphones and I cringed, knowing that everyone in the dorms could hear her too. I hoped no one knew I was in the room with her, otherwise they would be thinking we were doing things together. She wore it three more times with me in the room that week. Each time, it didn't get easier for me. Each time, I wanted to bring it out and fly with her as we each climaxed side by side. But I couldn't. It was normal for me to come in front of strangers or acquaintances now, but I couldn't in front of Kinsey. That would leave me too exposed. Day 6 had been a busy day and I had left in the morning, not returning to my room until after 10:00 pm. I had to hurry and put on the device to log my one hour. I put on a loose t-shirt and baggy sweats over it. Just as Kinsey walked in, I said bye and left before she could ask any questions. I took a book with me and walked down to the lounge, but it was empty. As I turned to leave, I saw him. The cute boy from the movies was sitting in a chair in the corner near the fireplace. He looked up and smiled and waved me over. I had no choice but to walk up to him as the fucking started. "So, you survived the movie, huh?" I smiled as my nipples were being licked and sucked, expertly bringing me there. He introduced himself as I sat down in a chair next to him. His name was Logan and he was from Oregon. He was undeclared but thinking about biology or chemistry. And then I couldn't hear him anymore. I could only feel the hum on my clitoris as it got louder and louder as I was being fucked harder and harder, taking me to nirvana, and then pulling me back. Taking me closer and then pulling me back. I saw his lips move and smile that gorgeous smile. I think I nodded and spoke at the appropriate times. At least I think I did. He seemed happy with my answers. And then he closed his book and got up. I think he said he hoped to see me around. I smiled back. At least I think I smiled. I sat there, unable to move. Unable to think about anything except how much I loved being fucked by this thing. No one would be able to fuck me as hard or as good. Not even what's-his-name. What was his name again? Logan? Oh, yes. Logan. That feels so good. Yes, right there, Logan. Yes. Yes! YES!!! YYEEESSSSSSS!!!!!! As I came, all I could think about was Logan. Not the Logan I had just met, but the Logan that was fucking me just the way I liked it. Just the way I needed it. I was alone so I moved my hips back and forth in the chair, enjoying every last syrupy drop. Crap, I was alone. I needed to find someone within 20 feet. I couldn't walk around hoping to run into someone, following them until I climaxed. I had no choice but to go back to my room. I looked at my clock. I only had 30 minutes left. I could endure 30 minutes of utter humiliation. Maybe Kinsey wouldn't suspect anything. I could be quiet. I walked in the room to see Kinsey wearing Veronica and on all fours, humping the air as she arched her back, crying in ecstasy. At first, I panicked. Was someone here in the room? I looked around, but saw that she was alone.  She looked over and smiled at me. "Hey," she said as if this was totally normal for her. And I hate to say it, but it was totally normal for her. "You're supposed to wear it with someone in the room," I said, just as Logan started caressing my nipples with his tongue. Both tongues. "I know," she said. "I've already logged my one hour today." "Oh," I said just as Logan started slowly fucking me. Slow and hard he thrust into me, almost making me lose my balance as I walked to my bed and lay down, propped up on my pillows. I watched as Veronica made Kinsey climax two more times while Logan was teasing me, taunting me. Just as I reached out to touch him, he would run away and hide. Laughing. Over and over again until I was frustrated, squirming on my bed and squeezing my legs together, hoping it would be enough to push me over. Kinsey took off her device and put on her bathrobe. She got her shower caddy and was about to leave. But she couldn't leave. She had to stay in the room with me! "No!" I cried. She turned to look at me, puzzled. "What?" "You can't leave," I panted.  And then I saw her smile as she understood. "You're wearing it aren't you?" I nodded just as I came. I couldn't hold it in, I moaned as I involuntarily arched my back. My hips bucked in the air, trying to meet a phantom lover halfway. I cried out in humiliation and in pleasure. Oh, that sweet sweet pleasure. Kinsey stood there, watching me. Her robe had fallen open and she was circling her nipple. "That was so hot!" she said. "How much longer do you have to wear it?" I gasped for air as I looked at the clock. "Ten more minutes." She seemed disappointed. "Well, okay then," she set her caddy down and sat on her bed, cross-legged, watching me, her robe completely open. Not only was she fully exposed, her wet slit, her hardened red clitoris and the small patch of hair, but I could smell her. I could smell sex everywhere. "Let's get the show started," she smiled. I turned my head away from her as Logan started fucking again. He was urgent, almost like he wanted to hurt me. But that's what I wanted. And he knew it. "What is it doing?" she asked. I ignored her as Logan started pinching and sucking my nipples. Alternating. Then simultaneously, he was sucking and licking my clitoris, softly humming and vibrating while stroking my g-spot. Over and over again, faster, harder. This was it, I would have to orgasm in front of Kinsey again as she watched, eagerly anticipating it. I reluctantly followed, higher and farther than I really wanted to go. And right before I broke through, he stopped. Leaving me gasping for air, panting and moaning loudly into my clenched fist. "No!" I heard myself scream. And then he started again, dragging me along with him. Right as I reached the top, he stopped again. I gasped for air as I screamed in frustration. He took me a few steps closer before violently pulling me back. And then without warning, he pressed hard on my clitoris and pushed me over. I screamed out, not caring who could hear me. I rode it as far as Logan wanted to take me, I didn't care where he was going. As I rode the crest, I didn't think it would be possible for me to go any higher, but I did. With each orgasm, I could hear myself crying out, I could feel myself violently thrashing on my bed, possessed. Logan pushed me to new heights and then slowly, gently, he carried me back, lovingly showering me with kisses on my nipples and my wet slit, knowing to stay away from my sensitive clitoris. I started crying as I tried to catch my breath. "Wow," I heard Kinsey whisper. I didn't bother answering her. I crawled under my blanket and took off the device under the covers. I rolled over and cried until I fell asleep. I hate him, I thought. But I knew that wasn't the truth. I loved him. And I hated myself for that. Weekly Exam: End of Week 2 I avoided Kinsey all the next day. But I knew I would probably see her at the weekly appointment at the lab. I brought Logan with me and put him on in a bathroom close to the lab and sat under a tree for 30 minutes as he teased me, licking and sucking and fucking me, bringing me close, but not close enough. When it was time, I gathered my stuff and slowly walked to the lab with dread. I didn't mind seeing the doctors or the nurses or the other girls. I just didn't want to see Kinsey. I walked into the waiting room and was handed a clipboard. I sat among the other girls and tried not to make eye contact as I answered the questions. There were about 20 of us sitting there, uncomfortably trying to make this all appear normal, as if we were at the dentist's office or something. Did you achieve orgasm everyday? Yes. On what day did you achieve the most powerful orgasm? I hesitated. I finally wrote Day 6. Did you know the person/people in the room? Yes. If yes, what is your relationship with them? Roommate. Did they know you had achieved an orgasm? Yes. I answered the other questions and realized it was really quiet in the room. No one was moaning or sighing in pleasure. In fact, Logan wasn't fucking me or licking me anymore. The girls who had finished their questionnaires were looking around and I know they were all thinking the same thing. A few minutes later, a door opened. "If you can all follow me, please." We all slowly got up. This was different. I was nervous. What was going on? We were all led into a large room with chairs arranged in a circle. The same doctors and nurses were sitting down in chairs behind the circle. We were told to stand along the far wall and disrobe, except for the device. "The nurses are going to go around to make sure that the device is fitting properly before we begin," Dr. Matthias announced. I watched one of the attractive nurses approach a girl standing next to me. She was blond with freckles. She seemed like the kind of girl who would have a nice smile, but she wasn't smiling. She looked like she would be the shy modest type, like me. She had a look of fear in her eyes. The nurse reached into her top and started caressing her nipples, much like the first day. Then she unclasped the bra in the front, and squirted some clear gel on her fingers before manipulating her nipples. "Your nipples aren't fully erect," she explained. The girl was blushing deeply as the nurse pinched and rubbed her nipples. I heard a moan from my left and I saw that another nurse was using her mouth on another girl's nipples. I looked back and saw that the nurse on my right was clasping the blond girl's bra, satisfied with the hardness of her nipples. She slipped her hand inside the girls panties in the front. The girl gasped. "You have sufficient lubrication, but the clitoral stimulator isn't fitting properly either. She moved her fingers around on the inside as the girl bit her lip, a small moan escaping. With a few more adjustments, the nurse seemed satisfied and turned her attentions to me. She just immediately unclasped my bra and started rubbing and pinching my nipples. Please get hard, I begged them. Please, please please. I didn't want her to use her mouth. She lowered her hands to look at them. I could tell she wasn't happy with their slow response. She bent her head down and took my right nipple into her mouth. I cried out, in shock and pleasure. But she didn't even try the gel, I thought. I looked up, not wanting to watch her tongue circle my nipple while her hand pulled and pinched my other nipple. I saw Kinsey sitting in one of the chairs in the circle, watching me. I watched other girls sit down, their devices apparently properly adjusted. Soon, there were only a few of us left standing. She moved her mouth to my other nipple, biting and sucking it with her expert mouth. I just stood there, horrified that I was standing in front of not just the doctors, but all the other girls, my breasts completely exposed. Well, except the one that was in the nurse's mouth. Pretty soon, I was the only one left standing. I closed my eyes, trying to shut it all out, knowing they were all watching me, waiting for me to get ready. Soft moans escaped my lips and I hoped that the nurse was the only one who could hear them. Finally she stopped. She was satisfied and clasped my bra, fitting each of my wet nipples into the suction cups. As everyone watched, she reached her hand inside the front of my panties and she rubbed my clitoris with the tip of her finger. I bit my lip, just as the other girl had. Her finger slipped lower, gathering some of my fluid and rubbed it onto my clitoris a little bit more. Then she pressed the stimulator onto my clit and pushed it into place until I felt a pop as it slid into place. I slowly made my way to the circle and sat down in the only empty seat, next to Kinsey. She smiled at me as I sat down, but I refused to look at her. "Ok, shall we begin?" Dr. Matthias asked. Without waiting for us to answer, he just started right in. "Each device is perfectly in tune to your rhythms now. It knows when orgasm is inevitable, and is programmed to stop just a millisecond before climax. It can also read when you want more pressure, or lighter pressure, or faster movements or slower movements." Yes! I thought. Logan did know all that! "It has been programmed to bring you all to an arousal level of an 8 today and hold you there. Some of your devices are turned off right now, others are still going because it can sense when you've slipped to a 7 or if it has moved you up to a 9." I looked around at the other girls and I could immediately tell whose devices were on, and whose weren't. I wondered if I was that obvious when Logan fucked me.  "This week, we wanted to test the theory of exhibitionism and voyeurism. Judging by some of your answers on your questionnaire, some of you enjoy it, others do not. It is all completely normal." Logan started lapping away at my pussy and kissing and licking both nipples. I must have slipped to a 7, I thought as I tried to keep a poker face. "Right now, we are going to play some games to test your mental acuity while in a high state of arousal. We're going to go clockwise around the room and start with colors. Starting with you." He pointed to the blond girl who had been standing next to me, the one with the freckles. "Um... pink?" she said. "Blue," said the next one. And on down the line. After colors, we moved to countries, musical instruments, food, animals. Logan continued fucking me deliciously, tenderly. It really didn't seem like I was at an 8 anymore. This was feeling dangerously close to a 9, a very high nine. It was close to my turn to say something, but I couldn't remember the category. None of it was making any sense. I tried to ignore what was happening to my body and concentrated on the words going around. "Butter" "Table" "Lights" I was so confused. And I was so close. "Soap" What was the category? I was gasping, willing myself not to moan. I felt Kinsey's naked leg rub against me and I pulled away, squeezing my legs together which only intensified the fucking and the rubbing and vibrating. "334?" All of their eyes were on me. It was my turn and I had no idea what I was supposed to say. I opened my mouth, but only a low moan came out. I was going to come. I knew it, I couldn't hold back any longer. They were all watching me. From across the room, I heard someone cry out, "No!" and their eyes turned to watch a girl throw her head back, panting and moaning as she climaxed. Then to my right, another girl climaxed, her moans sounding like a baby kitten mewing. "334? It's your turn," Dr. Matthias prompted. Everyone turned back to look at me. I shook my head. Another moan escaped as I tried to ask what the category was. They were watching me and Logan was being cruel, oh so cruel. He was teasing me, slowing right before I peaked, then increasing with angry persistence, then slowing again as they all watched me. He was taking me higher than I thought possible. I was moaning loudly with each quick gasp of air, and I didn't care. He paused for a brief moment and I felt my clitoris quiver before he sent me crashing over the waves. I was tossed around, rolling around in complete bliss. I cried out with each spasm, thrusting my hips obscenely, but I didn't care. It felt so good. Too good. It was quiet except for the sounds of some of the other girls as they came. To my left, Kinsey grabbed my leg and squeezed hard as her breath came out in a hiss. "Yes, yes, yes, yes..." she cried over and over again. I was embarrassed by her intimate touch. Dr. Matthias ignored her orgasm as he looked directly into my eyes. "When you're ready, name something you find in a kitchen." I knew the category, but I still couldn't think of anything to say. Kitchen. What do you find in a kitchen? Logan was making it hard for me to concentrate. I couldn't think. What was a kitchen? Kitchen. The word sounded foreign to me. I could only repeat the word in my head as Logan continued molesting me. It wasn't a gentle and slow fuck like the first one. This time it was urgent, fucking me hard, raking against my g-spot each time. My nipples were being pinched, and ow! he was actually biting them, then sucking them. Alternating between pleasure and pain. The vibrations started on my clitoris, fast. He wasn't easing into it this time. I cried out again as another wave hit me. As Logan continued attacking my clitoris and rubbing my g-spot while kissing and sucking my nipples, I heard Kinsey say, "whisk" and they moved on down the line as orgasm after orgasm hit me. I think I missed every category after that. Some of the other girls did too. We all sat in the circle, watching each other, listening to each other as we let our desires out in the open.  Finally, Dr. Matthias said that they would be observing all of us for the final ten minutes. We could get up and walk around if we wanted, we didn't have to stay in our chairs. "But after you achieve orgasm, please raise your hand in case we've missed the tally," he said. We all just sat there. I was pretty close to another one. It wouldn't be long. Kinsey got up and moved her chair closer to the center and straddled it, facing back towards me. She was watching me, her eyes intently trying to hold my gaze as her hips moved back and forth. She pressed her chest into the back of the chair and she cried out. I closed my eyes. I didn't want to see her. But I could still see her in my mind. I opened them again and she was still staring at me, her hips moving faster and faster. She finally let out a loud moan as her hips furiously humped her chair. I sat there helplessly as it built up inside me. The pressure was going to explode. I was going to explode. And then I did. Kinsey's eyes were still locked on mine and she raised her hand. She was smiling at me. I raised my hand as well but I looked away.  Across the room, I saw other girls straddling their chairs. Some were standing and walking around, stopping to have their orgasms, holding onto the wall or a chair for support as they humped the air, raising their hand afterwards. Logan fucked me harder, sending me over again. I raised my hand and noticed Kinsey's hand go up. She was still watching me, intently. The doctors and nurses were watching us, taking notes on their clipboards. The nurse who had sucked my nipples earlier caught my eye and she smiled at me, her own nipples standing erect under her shirt. And it still didn't stop. The next orgasm blended into the previous one, or maybe it was just a really long orgasm. Was it ever going to stop? It had to stop. I couldn't take it anymore. I closed my eyes as I came again, crying out loudly, my moans drowned out by the other girls who were all in various stages of arousal and orgasm and brief recovery before starting the cycle all over again. I raised my hand as tears flowed down my face. It was too much. I wanted to die. I put my head in my hands and wept as Logan softly caressed me. It's over, he seemed to be saying. It's all over. You're done. It's okay. Kinsey told me other girls were crying too, so I shouldn't feel bad. I don't remember much about what happened afterwards. We were all taken one by one to another room where they took off our devices and plugged it into a computer to download the data. I left that day, never wanting to go back. But I knew I would. I knew if I didn't, I'd never get fucked by Logan again. And I needed him. I was addicted to him. And I knew that I wanted to experience it with Kinsey again, when we were alone with Logan and Veronica.

Female Sexual Response: Subject 326 bykianareeves© The Study When I was a college student, every undergraduate Psychology major had to volunteer to be a subject in a research project for a graduate student or one of the professors who was trying to publish his findings in some academic journal. It was a requirement for graduation. As I was nearing the middle of my senior year, I realized that I was low on research credits, and I was also low on funds. I frantically scanned the research postings, looking for something that would be easy and not very time consuming. I was juggling two jobs and a full course load. I didn't have a lot of extra time to spare. The descriptions didn't tell you very much, they didn't want their subjects to be tainted with prior knowledge or bias that would skew the results. But one study captured my attention. "Female Sexual Response" 100 credits and $500 for participation in a month long study. Subjects will be given a medical exam, and be required to wear monitoring equipment every day for one hour and come to weekly appointments lasting 1 hour each. Phone interview required for qualification. I scanned the rest of the studies, but I kept going back to the Female Sexual Response study. I could feel the dampness in my panties as I reread the description. It sounded interesting, and very exciting. I took one of the cards and put it in my backpack as I walked home to my dorm room. It would all be anonymous. All of these studies were always anonymous. I called the number and answered a few questions to see if I qualified. Was I sexually active, did I have normal cycles, my height and weight. With excitement, and some fear, I qualified and an appointment for the medical exam was made for the next day.  I couldn't think straight as I anxiously awaited 3:00. It would probably be just a regular ob/gyn exam. They would strap some heart monitors on me and...  And what? My heart raced as I thought of all the possibilities. The Exam I arrived and was handed a clipboard by the receptionist with pages I needed to fill out. I was the only one in the waiting area and I took a seat closest to the door, in case I wanted to make a fast escape. They were normal questions that a doctor asks before the first appointment. Family history, any medical problems, etc. I turned the sheet over and noticed the questions were more detailed. It was a good thing they didn't ask for my name. Do you masturbate. Yes. How often? Daily. Have you ever experienced mutlitple orgasms? Yes. How many orgasms have you had today? Two. Have you ever had an orgasm with a partner? Yes. Are your orgasms strongest when you masturbate or when you are with a partner? Masturbate. Do you know the location of your g-spot? Yes. Which of the following do you fantasize about when masturbating? Another girl walked in just then and I looked up briefly. She was handed a clipboard and sat down in the corner. I thought I recognized her, but I wasn't sure. She was tall and thin and was wearing a tight white tank top and jeans. I didn't get a good look at her face because I quickly looked down when she sat down to concentrate on my questionnaire. What do I fantasize about when I'm masturbating? Wow, I realized I had to check almost everything on the list. Bondage, lesbians, group sex, voyeurism, exhibitionism, rape, almost everything else. How old were you when you experienced your first orgasm? Twelve. Do you enjoy pornographic movies? Yes. I squirmed in my seat as I filled out the rest of the paperwork. Just thinking about it was getting me aroused. I looked up, embarrassed. I noticed the other girl was still filling out the standard medical questions on the first page. She had no idea what was coming. She flipped over the page and I watched her out of the corner of my eye as her eyes scanned through the questions. I noticed her nipples were now hard and straining against her top. It excited me to know that she was excited as well. She reached up and discreetly brushed her hand against her nipple, getting them harder. I wanted to touch my own but wasn't as brave. I finished filling the rest of the paperwork and walked towards the receptionist. She smiled at me, "No. You keep your paperwork. It's all confidential. Give it to the doctor when you go in for your exam." She handed me a card with a number on it. We'll call you when it's your turn. I returned to my seat and I could feel the eyes of the other girl watching me as I returned to my seat. I wondered if she could see my hard nipples through my shirt, and as I sat down, with dismay I realized she could. Just then another girl entered the room from a different door. She was dressed in a hospital gown and she looked like she had been running on a treadmill. Her face was covered in a slight sheen and she was breathing heavily. Her hair had a wild unkempt look and she bit her lip as she walked unsteadily into the room and she quickly sat down in the nearest seat. She wrapped the gown around her tightly and crossed her arms in front of her but she was restless. She would sit still for a few moments, and then squirm in her seat. She looked up and when we made eye contact, I was a little taken aback by the look in her eyes. There was a hunger or a desperation mixed with something else. Despair. I considered leaving but then they called my number. I slowly rose and walked towards the pretty nurse, afraid to make eye contact as she took the clipboard from me. She silently led me down a hall into a room that looked like a doctor's exam room. She handed me a gown and told me to disrobe. She left and I stood there, my heart racing, wondering if I should back out now. But I knew I would regret it if I did. I would lie awake at night, wondering about all the exciting things they would have done to me as I quietly fingered myself next to my sleeping roommate. I undressed. As I slid my panties off, I noticed how wet they were. I quickly put on the robe and looked around the room to see if I could find some Kleenex or paper towels to wipe away the proof of my excitement. There was a knock on the door. "Uh, come in?" I said tentatively. Two young women entered the room, dressed in white lab coats and carrying clipboards. They were beautiful. Too beautiful. Would they be doing things to me? "Hi #326. Thank you for participating in this study. Please come with us. I glanced at my clothes that were neatly folded on a chair. They saw my hesitation and told me to leave everything there, explaining something to me about outside bias based on the clothes I had chosen to wear, etc. I clutched the gown tightly around me and I was led into a larger room that looked like another exam room, but it had a lot more monitors and machines. Things were beeping and wires were trailing along the ground.  "The doctor will be in momentarily, but first we'll be doing an initial medical exam," one of them said, instructing me to get on the table.  They checked my blood pressure, my reflexes. They verified my height and my weight. I started to relax a bit. "We're going to do a breast exam now. If you can take off your robe and lie back on the table here." I lay back and stared up at the ceiling as I lay exposed. I could feel my nipples automatically harden. She got a bottle from a table and squirted some warm clear gel onto my breasts and started to rub it in, startling me. "This will help once the monitors are put in place," she explained, although I had no idea what she was talking about. She started on the edges of my breast, moving in ever smaller circles towards the center. "Do you do self breast exams?" "Yes," I whispered as she pinched my nipple, sending a shock through my core. She moved on to the other breast, expertly rubbing in small circles as I tried to keep my breathing even. The breast exams I'd had were nothing like this. Those were clinical and cold. The anticipation of what would happen later sent a tingle through me with every touch. When she reached the middle of my breast, she paused and I drew my breath in, trying to prepare myself for that delicious pinch. As I felt the bolt of lightning course through her fingers into my nipple, I let my breath out, slowly trying to relax. Trying to stop the wetness that was increasing between my thighs. "Okay, everything looks normal." She smiled at me. I could only nod. They started hooking me up to all the machines. Monitors that would check my heart rate, brain wave activity, my oxygen levels and my breathing. They asked me to move down further on the table and put my feet in the stirrups. The monitors showed that my heart rate increased as I lay prone and open. This would be it. Something was going to happen to me down there. Where my secret petals flowered. "We're going to do a routine pap smear now." They inserted a speculum inside me and stretched me open. I felt an uncomfortable ache as they gathered samples from my cervix and placed them in a vial. The monitor showed that my heart rate was slowing down as my initial excitement faded. This was very clinical. I started to relax, although the speculum was still holding me open for all of them to see. The door opened and a young man walked in. A beautiful, handsome man. Too handsome. "How are you? I'm Dr. Matthias," he said as he picked up the forms I had filled out. I could see his eyes move back and forth as he read the answers I had filled out. This stranger was reading about my sexual habits. About my fantasies. It was unnerving, and yet, so very exhilarating. "The orgasms you had today, were they through intercourse, oral manipulation or masturbation?" I swallowed. "Masturbation," I said softly. Mortified. "By what method?" "Excuse me?" "Vibrator? Manual stimulation?" "Vibrator." An assistant jotted some notes down as he glanced up to look between my legs. "Check the pH on that fluid. We need to know if she's ovulating or if that's arousal fluid." I felt myself blush. A hand slipped between my legs as she swabbed the opening of my vagina. "It's arousal fluid," she said. I closed my eyes, fully embarrassed. "Okay, let's have a look here." The doctor pulled up a stool and put his face between my thighs. He started touching me with his gloved hands, as if I was a speciman. Which I was, really. "Outer labia are normal. Inner labia, normal pink and moist with an average amount of arousal fluid. Internal shows no evidence of injury." He removed the speculum, leaving me feeling empty. "Caliper please." The assistant handed him one of the tools from the table. "Clitoris is normal, currently measuring 55." He ran a finger up and down my clitoris, making me gasp. I wasn't expecting that. He rubbed it a few more times and I had a hard time just lying there. My breathing was coming in quick little gasps. He finally stopped. "After 10 seconds of manual stimulation, it is now measuring 58 and has emerged from the clitoral hood." The assistant wrote all of this down. "Subject 326?" Was he talking to me? I looked down to see his face between my thighs. "At various times, I will ask you to rate your state of arousal. A 10 means you are in the middle of an orgasm, and 1 means you're not aroused at all. Do you understand the ratings?" I slowly nodded and put my head back down. Middle of an orgasm? Would I be manipulated into having an orgasm here? In front of everyone? "What is your state of arousal at the moment?" I had to think. "Four" I managed to get out. "Okay, let's start." They brought down a monitor in front of my head. Words appeared on the screen. "You will see a series of images. Your monitors will check your state of arousal. It is important that you not move at all until this portion of the study is completed." One after another, I was shown images of sex. There were scenes of intimacy, and brutality, and close-ups of women and men in the middle of their orgasms, their faces grimaced in pleasure. Images of every kind of sex and every position. I could feel the familiar itch rising inside me as I watched these scenes unfold in front of me. If I had been alone, I would have touched myself, thrusting my hips into my hand for some relief. But I couldn't. They were watching me. Then the images stopped and the monitor retracted back towards the ceiling. "What is your state of arousal?" "Five." "Clitoris is now measuring 62." "Okay, turn on the visual monitor please." I turned to see a different television screen next to the table light up with the image of my pussy, dripping wet and filling the whole screen. I couldn't look at it. "Subject 326, it is very important that you lie very still during the rest of the exam. Otherwise we won't be able to get the proper measurements that we need. If you feel at any point that you are unable to lie still, we can offer you restraints. Otherwise, we won't be able to continue." An assistant smiled down at me. "Are you comfortable?" I nodded. "Okay, let's start with the breast stimulation." Two suction cups were placed on my nipples and I was curious to see what would happen. "Subject is ready doctor." "Okay, 3, 2, 1," he counted down. The suction devices started licking and slurping away at my nipples, they felt like two hot mouths eagerly sucking and bringing me to the edge. It took everything I had to not cry out. Then suddenly, they stopped. "Would you like the restraints? Remember you can't move. We need to gather at least five minutes of data." I nodded, my breath escaping in heavy gasps. It was so hard to keep control of myself. Not being able to move or cry out was torture. They wrapped soft straps around my thighs, around my belly, my arms and my ankles.  "Subject was restrained at 2.35 seconds." An assistant jotted this down. "Shall we continue?" I nodded and held my breath, waiting for the pleasure to begin again. "3, 2, 1." The expert mouths began sucking and licking again. A mechanical tongue twirled around my nipples in slow then fast circles. I was breathing in fast and shallow bursts, not wanting to moan or cry out. The mouths just went on forever, swirling and sucking. I wanted to rub my clitoris or push the mouths away, but the restraints were holding me down. Then finally they stopped. I could hear my heavy breathing, and all the monitors were bleeping like mad. "Subject 326, what is your state of arousal?" "Six?" I said, softly. "Clitoris is now measuring at 67." "Very good. Okay, let's move on." I lay there, taking in deep breaths, willing the machines to slow down their beeping. They were taunting me, letting me know how excited I was to be touched like that in front of strangers. "Subject 326, I'm going to insert something into your vagina now. It won't hurt, although it may be a little uncomfortable at first. Remember we need at least five minutes of data." I felt something slide inside me, and then it began to fill me. Was it getting larger? "Subject is ready, doctor." "Okay, 3,2,1." Whatever was inside me started fucking me. It pistoned in and out rhythmically. I wanted to move with it's rhythm, meeting it's thrusts but the restraints prevented me. I could just lay there as I was fucked. The rhythm increased, and then I felt it. Something inside me was stimulating my g-spot and I couldn't help crying out. It was bringing me closer, oh so much closer, but I needed something on my clitoris to take me over the edge. Or my breasts. I just lay there, taking it. My hands gripping the sides of the table, unable to contain the moans that escaped my lips. It went on forever. And then it stopped. They removed whatever had been inside me and I felt disappointed and somewhat relieved. "What is your state of arousal?" "Seven or eight." I gasped. A hand brushed against my clitoris, making me jump. "Clitoris is now measuring 73." "And add that subject started vocalizing at 2 minutes, 42 seconds." I cringed. "Now for the clitoral stimulation." The monitors bleeped excitedly. "Subject 326, it is imperative that you not reach orgasm during this next part of the study." He handed me a black cylinder with a red button at the end. "When you feel that you are about to achieve climax, you need to stop by pushing this button. Do you understand?" I nodded as something made out of a thick piece of rubber was placed on top of my pubic bone. Expert hands rubbed and molded it and I felt something spread my lips and rest just on top of my clitoris.  "Subject is ready." I held my breath, anxious for what was to come. "Okay, 3, 2, 1." A vibration started, slowly at first. Then it circled around and concentrated on my little bud. Then the whole pad started vibrating. It alternated like this, the vibrations increasing with every circle. Then, it felt like a million tongues were lapping at my clitoris. I gasped and cried out as the tongues teased and sucked my clitoris into their eager mechanical mouths. I wanted to push it away but I couldn't. I closed my eyes, gripping the button as I came closer and closer, unable to stop the moans that escaped my lips. Then I had to push the button. It was too much. "Subject stopped at 1:48." I was practically hyperventilating. "What is your state of arousal?" "Nine," I hissed. "When your arousal is back to an eight. You may continue. But please stop before you reach your orgasm. Otherwise you will be disqualified." Continue? They wanted me to continue? I looked at their faces. They were all watching me. Taking notes, and watching me. Waiting for me to tease myself until what? Would they let me reach my climax? Would I want to come? In front of all of them? My mind was screaming no. The monitors and my body were all saying yes, yes, yes! I took a few more deep breaths as the monitors slowed down. I felt myself come down and I wanted to push the button to start it again, but I was scared of letting go in front of them. Exposing myself in front of them. But I knew I wanted to feel that delicious release. I took a deep breath and pressed the button, as the hum started again. I could feel myself going higher and higher and I closed my eyes. Just allowing myself to feel it. I could feel the familiar waves coming closer. I wanted it to come closer. I wanted to touch it. Feel it wash over me. I pressed the button again. And it stopped. I kept my eyes closed as my breaths came in quick gasps. "Subject stopped at :58 seconds." I knew they were all watching me. I knew they were all waiting for me. I kept my eyes closed, trying to pretend they weren't there. I listened to the beeps, coming slower and slower as I tried to relax. I took a deep breath and pressed the button again. I let out a long deep moan that surprised me as the assault started again. The wonderful delicious attack on my clitoris. I could only hear the low animal cries that came from the center of my being. I couldn't handle this. I stopped. "Subject stopped at :32" I wasn't sure I could continue. I was so close. Just a few more seconds and I would be there. I tried to slow down my breathing. Just one slight touch and I would be coming. I wanted to come, I needed to come, but I wasn't sure I'd be able to press the button in time before I was overcome by the pleasure. And I wasn't sure I wanted them to witness such a desperate loss of control. I opened my eyes and opened my mouth to say something, but I didn't know what to say. They all looked down at me, waiting for me. "Would you say that an orgasm is inevitable at this time?" I nodded. "Would you be able to attempt it just one more time?" I hesitated. "At this point, we haven't collected enough pre-orgasmic data. If you can't continue, our session will end here and you won't be able to take part in the rest of the study. And I'm afraid you won't receive the credits or the payment." "I... I think I can go one more time." They all smiled at me, as they waited for me to continue. I took a deep breath and pressed the button. It was right there. It was so close I could almost taste it's sweet nectar. The mechanical tongue swirled my sensitive clitoris. I had to stop. "Subject stopped at :08" "Okay, let's let her rest before we continue. Let us know when your arousal is back to a seven or an eight." I closed my eyes, gripping the table as the button was taken from me. I could feel my clitoris pulsating in time to the beep of the heart monitor. They left the clitoral stimulator on me, which was a good thing. I would have climaxed just by them removing it. I needed a release so badly it hurt. I wanted to reach my hands and caress my nipples, but I reminded myself, I needed to come down. I took even deep breaths, trying to think of something else. "Okay, I'm at an eight." "Wonderful. Okay, this is the final part of your exam today." They placed the breast stimulator back on my nipples, and they reinserted the phallus in my vagina. My body reacted to the anticipation of what I was about to feel. I knew I would finally be taken over the edge. In front of these strangers, as they watched me. I would be manipulated to come as they watched my face contort, listened to the sounds I made and jotted notes in their notebooks. They removed my restraints. "For the next ten minutes, you are free to move in any way you like. Everything will be on and cannot turn off until the end of the ten minutes. The monitors will all gather the information we need at this point."  Ten minutes? Would I be able to handle ten minutes? I only needed ten seconds. "Subject is ready." "3, 2, 1." It felt like there were a hundred mouths on me. All sucking and licking at my most sensitive parts. I was so close already, I could feel it. But I couldn't let myself release. I knew they were watching me. Waiting for it. The vibrations increased as the mechanical mouths carried me to the precipice and I teetered on the edge, trying to hold back. And then I let myself fall. I cried out as I arched my back, feeling myself as I flew through the air, the machines fucking and sucking me in earnest. I rode wave after wave of my orgasm, which didn't want to stop. It continued on and on, taking me higher than I thought possible. "Subject has reached orgasm," I heard someone say. "Time 2:13" I slowly came back to earth and noticed the vibrations had slowed. My sensitive nipples weren't being sucked anymore. The pistoning had stopped. I took a breath. And then it started again. My nipples were sucked into eager mouths, the oral assault on my clitoris began again as my g-spot was being rubbed. I was fucked again and again. It was too much. I cried out and I knew I would be having another orgasm. I climaxed again. "Subject has reached orgasm number 2. Time 3:01" I came again and again. Four, five, six. I could hear them announcing my orgasms one after another. My body was on fire. I couldn't handle it anymore. I needed it to stop, and yet I wanted it to continue. Forever. And then it finally slowed down and stopped as I lay there. Covered in sweat. I was afraid to open my eyes. My breaths were shallow and I started crying as they slowly removed everything and I felt even more exposed. More vulnerable. "Clitoris is measuring 82." I lay there just listening to my breathing, steadily slowing. "Subject 326?" I opened my eyes, but I was still unable to meet their eyes. "Please put on your gown and come with me." I knew I was being led back out into the waiting room. I knew everyone there would be staring at me. I hoped that girl was gone, but I knew she was still there, waiting her turn. From the distance I thought I heard moaning, or it may have just been a door opening. They told me to wait until they came for me to get fitted for the home monitoring device. I nodded. I sat down in the first chair I saw, my legs were shaking. My clitoris was still pulsating and I knew that it wouldn't take much for me to have another orgasm. I could probably have one right here in about two seconds. I squeezed my legs together, completely understanding the look of hunger in the girl I'd seen when I was waiting for my turn. The girl in the white tank top was staring at me, her clipboard on the chair next to her. Every now and then I saw her hand slowly raise up and I knew she was rubbing her nipples again. Another girl was in the room now and I could tell that she was filling out the questions on the first page, completely oblivious to what was going to happen to her. The door opened and my heart jumped. "Subject 327?" What number was I? I saw the girl in the white tank top get up and follow her out of the room. I was surprised how aroused I felt, knowing that I knew what would be happening to her and she didn't. The other door opened and my number was called. With relief, I noted it wasn't one of the two assistants that had witnessed my degradation, but it was the first nurse who had waited outside while I disrobed. At least she hadn't witnessed my humiliation, but I knew she was aware of what I had gone through. I wondered if she had watched, or if she had gone through it herself. I got up slowly and followed her, feeling my juices trickling down my leg and followed her into the exam room where my clothes were still neatly folded. I could hear faint screaming coming from down the hall and I got wet, thinking of the other girl, experiencing mind blowing pleasure, the same pleasure I had just experienced. What was being done to her right now, I wondered. I blushed as I realized everyone had probably heard my screams. "Thank you for participating in our study." I just nodded. "I'm going to explain how the rest of the study will work." She opened a box. "Your monitor is custom made to fit you. They have an advanced microchip inserted which has been programmed with the data that has been collected earlier. They consist of a bra with a front closure and underwear," she held up the bra, demonstrating how the hook in the front worked and I recognized the same suction cups that would surround my nipples. The rubber panty looked normal until she showed me the inside, which had a large flexible phallus. "When you put it on, make sure the phallus is inserted into your vagina, and the clitoral stimulators are flush against your vulva. You are required to wear this for a minimum of one hour each day, but you can wear it for more if you want. In fact, the more you wear it, the more data we can gather. Internal sensors will verify that you have complied. On day 7, do not wear it until 30 minutes before your appointment. You are required to come back with your monitor on so we can gather the data collected. You are to abstain from sexual activity for the first week. No intercourse, no masturbation allowed. If you do not follow all of the directions, you will be considered an incomplete subject and you won't receive your credits or compensation. Any questions? I wanted to ask how the device would know but I just shook my head. "In case you were wondering, the microchip will instantly register any differences in pH, or blood flow to the clitoral region, or even microscopic tissue damage that occurs during intercourse and masturbation. Your earlier session recorded your pre-orgasmic and post-orgasmic levels so it will pick it up." I nodded. Confused, but I wasn't going to attempt to speak. "Okay, let's make sure it fits." She lifted the gown off my shoulders and let it drop to the floor, grazing my nipples as it fell. I wasn't expecting this. I thought perhaps she would leave the box with me and I would be able to put it on at home. But she slipped my arms through the straps and clasped it in the front.  I gasped as she inserted her fingers into the cups and started rubbing her fingers over both of my nipples as I stood there helplessly. "The nipples have to be fully erect in order to fit properly in the suction cups," she explained as she continued fondling my nipples. I couldn't help it as a moan escaped my lips and more of my fluid dripped down my leg. "Maybe a little gel will help," she said. She unclasped the bra leaving it hanging open and got out a bottle squeezing some more of the clear gel onto her fingers before attacking my nipples again. It was too much. They were already sensitive and I couldn't imagine they weren't hard enough now. She pinched them and I let out a cry which I hoped sounded like pain, but we both knew it was more from pleasure. I closed my eyes, willing my nipples to harden so she would stop this assault. I allowed myself to give in to the pleasure. I held out my hand to steady myself, reaching blindly for the exam table, but grazing fabric instead. "Would you like to lie down?" she asked me. I opened my eyes, embarrassed as I realized that I had probably touched her breasts. "Sometimes it helps the subjects to relax." I nodded and lay down on the table. She squirted more of the lubricating gel on my exposed breasts and continued fondling them. I closed my eyes and just gave in to the feeling, allowing the moans to come freely. I really couldn't imagine that they weren't hard enough yet. "There we go," she said, "It helps to give in to it." I allowed myself to feel the pleasure, not caring that I was in an exam room being fondled by a stranger, a beautiful stranger who had great hands. I didn't even realize that I had reached my hand between my legs and was rubbing my clitoris, until she firmly removed my hand.  "No masturbation, remember?" I flushed from embarrassment. Would I have openly masturbated in front of her if she had allowed it? I hadn't even realized that I had reached down to touch myself. "We're going to have to try something else," she said as she wiped the gel from my breasts. "Just close your eyes and relax." I obeyed. I closed my eyes and I felt her hands on my breasts. Suddenly it felt like there was an actual mouth on my nipple. My eyes shot open and there she was, licking and sucking my nipple. I groaned with pleasure as she expertly nibbled, her tongue swirling and teasing. I raised my hips and gripped the table with my hands as my moans got louder. "Please, stop," I whispered, knowing that I didn't want her to stop. She moved to the other nipple as her hands continued assaulting the other wet nipple. She was torturing me as I writhed under her expert mouth. "Good," she said. "Now they're ready." She clasped the bra, enclosing my breasts and fitting my sensitive nipples inside the suction cups. Strangely, I felt more disappointed than embarrassed as I lay there breathless. "Let's see if the panty fits," she said. As I lay there, she raised one of my legs and fit my foot through one hole, then the other. "Raise your hips," she commanded and she raised the panty up. The phallus poked my clitoris and I gasped. It was still very sensitive and after the assault on my breasts, even more so. "You want to make sure you're fully lubricated." She reached a hand down and caressed my open lips as I arched my back, a moan escaping my lips. "We obviously don't have a problem with that." She smiled and I looked away. She instructed me to get off the table and stand up so she could fit the phallus in my vagina. It slipped in easily and I was disappointed that I could hardly feel it. She adjusted it around and I felt something slip into place over my clitoris. "You want to make sure it pops in for maximum clitoral stimulation," she explained. "Is it comfortable?" she asked.  I nodded. "Okay, I'm going to turn it on now. After today, it will turn on automatically once it detects the right level of body temperature. That's why it's so important that your nipples are fully erect so the sensors in the bra can pick it up." I nodded again. "Perhaps you should lie back down," she said and I obeyed, not knowing what was going to happen. But I had my suspicions when I saw the glint in her eyes as she smiled. "Just enjoy it." I lay back down on the table and suddenly, it came to life and it was just like earlier. The suction cups expertly licked and sucked my nipples, the phallus enlarged and stretched me beyond what I had ever experienced and began a rhythmic fucking, lovingly caressing my g-spot over and over. And there was a constant vibration over my clitoris. I cried out as I was being assaulted again. I saw some movement and saw that she was standing close with one hand under her shirt as she watched me. She slid her other hand inside her skirt and by the movement of her hand, I knew she was pleasuring herself. The sight of her pushed me over the edge. I screamed out and held onto the table so I wouldn't fall off as my orgasm overtook me. I arched my back, wanting more, wanting to feel more if that was even possible. I felt a hand on my leg and I looked at her and noticed she had stripped out of her clothes. She had squirted some of the lubricating gel onto her breasts which gleamed and she openly fondled herself as my second orgams overtook me. Then three, four, five. She had her fingers inside her, pushing her towards her own peak. Then it slowly came to a stop, the vibrations slowed, the fucking stopped, leaving me panting on the table. I closed my eyes and wept as I lay there, unable to move. "I have some questions to ask you," she said. I opened my eyes and saw she was fully dressed. Had I imagined it? Was I going crazy? "How many orgasms did you have?" "I don't-- I don't know." "If you had to guess," she said, holding her clipboard and waiting professionally for my answer. "I think-- I think-- um... eight?" "Did you feel any pain at all?" I shook my head. From down the hall I could hear screaming. "Please, make it stop!" I heard. "What were you fantasizing about most while you were experiencing this?" I blushed. I couldn't answer that. But I couldn't think of a lie. I couldn't even think straight to say nothing, which is what I should have said. "You," I whispered, as the screaming continued down the hall. "Could you be more specific?" she asked. "You were masturbating while you were watching me," I replied quietly, unable to look at her. "And how was I masturbating?" she probed. "You were naked and you were fondling your breasts while you were playing with yourself," I whispered. She wrote all of this down on her clipboard. "Okay, do you have any questions before you go?" she asked. I shook my head, as the screaming increased in speed and volume. "Ahhhh!!!! No!!!! Please!!!!" Then I heard rhythmic grunts that increased in tempo, I knew someone was close. A loud scream pierced the air, followed by whimpering. I knew how she felt. She smiled warmly at me and said I could take my time getting dressed now. "See you next week!" she said as she walked out. I lay there, unable to move. I was sore everywhere. I slowly sat up and swung my legs over the side of the table. I unclasped the bra but my nipples were stuck to the suction cups. I had to work them free. I dropped it into the box. I removed the panties which were slick from my juices and added them to the box. I could smell my sex everywhere. I reached for my clothes and slowly got dressed. My legs were so shaky, I wasn't sure I would be able to walk. I debated whether I should quit. But I knew I was in too deep now. As I opened the door, I walked out and almost bumped into the girl who had been wearing the white tank top being escorted by the nurse who had just left me. The girl had her gown wrapped tightly around her, as if it could somehow protect her secret. "Please contact us if you have any questions," she said warmly as we passed. The other girl didn't look up, and I knew she was the one who I had heard earlier. Week 1 I left and walked out in the open. I felt like I was a completely different person. I carried my box, my treasure, looking forward to trying it in the privacy of my dorm room. I took the elevator upstairs, still unable to meet anyone's eyes. I entered my empty room, relieved that my roommate was gone. I opened the box and took out the monitor. I almost put it on right then and there, but we had been instructed to start wearing it tomorrow. When it was finally time, I had to wait until after work. I came back to my room, knowing my roommate wouldn't be there. I first put on the bra, positioning the suction cups onto my nipples, making sure they were hard enough. I stripped off the rest of my clothes and put on the panties. The phallus fit inside me perfectly. I pressed the front, making sure the clitoral stimulators were on the right spot. And then I waited. Nothing. I looked inside the box to see how I turn this thing on. There was a small piece of paper. "The monitor will turn on and off automatically, depending on your heart rate, level of arousal fluid detected and the measurement of your clitoris." Oh yes, I remembered now. She had said it would turn on automatically. So I had to wear it and wait. I walked around a little. Still nothing. I heard a key enter the door and realized my roommate was home. I hurriedly put on my robe and sat down on my bed, pretending I had been reading a book. Suddenly, it came to life. Slowly at first. "Hey," she said as she entered. "Hi," I answered. It started sucking my nipples, a mechanical tongue swirling deliciously, carrying me higher. I realized that I was breathing erratically. My roommate was too busy to notice. She picked up the phone and called her boyfriend. I was now stuck here with her for probably another hour or two while she talked -- their conversations never lasted shorter than that. The phallus came to life and it was fucking me, gently. I heard myself grunt with each thrust. And then it started it's assault on my g-spot as the vibrations on my clitoris started. I was terrified that I would have an orgasm right there in front of my roommate. I wasn't sure I'd be able to stop from crying out. I could walk out into the hallway, go into the bathroom. But then I'd be stuck there for an hour, my whimpers echoing through the stalls. I couldn't take this thing off for one hour and I was just wearing my robe. I had to sit here on my bed while my body betrayed me. Everything moved faster and faster. My head was swirling. I wanted to push all of these people away. All of the tongues and fingers that were bringing me such pleasure, but I couldn't. I moved closer and closer to the edge. Just as I was about to reach the pinnacle, it stopped. I lay there, panting. I couldn't move. I was afraid to move. I was afraid that if I did, it would start again. I looked at the clock. It had only been 15 minutes since I'd put this on. I had to endure another 45 minutes. I could hear my roommate talking softly on the phone, deep in conversation. She hadn't noticed me. I realized that having her in the room was exciting me. Knowing that I couldn't cry out, or grind my hips, I was actually enjoying it more as I fought to control my animal urges. I shifted slightly. Nothing happened. I propped up my pillow. Nothing happened. I started to calm down. My arousal level was now at an eight. An orgasm was no longer imminent. "I love you, bye." My roommate hung up her phone, just as it started up again. No! my brain screamed. My roommate sat at her desk and opened her backpack, preparing to do some homework, oblivious to the sweet torture that I was enduring. I bit my lip to stop from crying out. It felt so good. Too good. It was too much. Once again, I was brought to the edge, teetering. Waiting for that delicious moment when I would be taken over. And then it stopped. I slowly realized what was happening. It would do this for the next hour. Starting and stopping as it detected an imminent climax. Taking me so close and then pulling me back. Teasing me over and over. And then I remembered what the nurse had said. No masturbation for a week. Would I be allowed to come at the end of this torturous hour? And then it started again. I couldn't handle it anymore. I wanted to stop right then and there. Screw the research. But then I wouldn't be able to collect on the $500. That would mean that I had endured a humiliating hour having multiple orgasms in front of strangers for nothing. As I remembered the mind blowing orgasms I'd had earlier, I almost came. But this damn thing wouldn't let me. It stopped again. I lost count how many times it started and stopped, until finally, my orgasm was inevitable. Just a slight movement and I would be there. I realized my roommate was watching me. "Are you all right?" "Fine," I managed to say. "I'm fine." She gave me a strange look before returning to her homework. My orgasm retreated and I sat there, waiting for it. My clitoris was throbbing. I was so close. But it wouldn't turn on again. I kept the suit on for a few more hours. Hoping it would turn on again, finally pushing me over to the point of no return. I kept it on even after my roommate left. But, it was going to deny me. Finally, I just had to take it off and I couldn't masturbate to relieve myself. I put everything back in the box and turned off the light and went to bed. It took everything I had not to touch myself. I ground my hips into my pillow but it wasn't enough. I cried until I fell asleep. The next day, I was going to make sure that I would be alone when I wore the monitor. I checked my roommates schedule and I had a good three hour stretch in the morning when I would be alone. I knew I wouldn't be going to my classes that day. I took the monitor out of the box and first put on the panties. I tweaked my nipples a little before putting on the bra. I was sure that today it wouldn't deny me. I was already so close. Even if it tried to deny me, I was sure that I would be able to trick it somehow by keeping my breathing slow. And without my roommate around, I would be able to thrust and grind my hips, helping it along. I lay there in bed, waiting for it to turn on. I thought about that girl in the tank top who had so innoceently brushed her nipple while filling out the questionnaire. How many orgasms had she had? As I pictured what she looked like in the middle of an orgasm, it came to life. Slowly at first. I savored it this time. Letting it mouth my nipples, as the mechanical tongue swirled and sucked it. Then the familiar pistoning began. It was different today. More urgent. I found myself grunting with every thrust as it violently fucked me. It would have been painful had it not been for the delicious thrumming on my clitoris. I lay there, moaning and waiting. I turned over on my belly propped up on a pillow, fantasizing that I was being fucked from behind. The vibrations on my clitoris became more intense in this position as I thrust my hips into the pillow. I was getting close. My cries became louder as I muffled them into my comforter. It felt so good. I was almost there. Higher and higher. I was going to come. And then it stopped. I cursed into my pillow. I ground my hips into the pillow but the hard rubber prevented any feeling from penetrating onto my clitoris. I couldn't wait to take this thing off me now. It was driving me crazy. I looked at the clock. I had 45 more minutes to go. I stood up. Maybe it would be less intense if I walked around. I was going to go insane. The device started up again and I realized it wasn't as intense when I stood up. I tried walking. Whoa. That was too much. That felt too good. I stood still and held onto my desk for support as I was being fondled and molested. I knew that if I thought about something else, my need to orgasm wouldn't be as intense. I could will myself not to get as aroused. But my body betrayed me. I bent over my desk, and cried out in insane pleasure as my breasts pressed down into the hard wood. The sucking feeling increased and I had to get up. After being taken to the edge and teased back again for the next hour, I finally had to take it off. I wanted to take a shower, clean my body of all of these feelings. I put on my robe and walked to the communal shower. At this time of day, no one would be in there. Almost everyone was in class. I entered the bathroom, and heard the sound of a shower running. I didn't know who it was. I stepped into the shower and turned the water on and tried to ignore what my body was saying. Then I heard moaning. Yes, someone was moaning in the shower. I recognized the familiar aching sound of pleasure. I squeezed my legs together. I didn't care about the study anymore. How would they know if I had masturbated? I leaned against the wall as I rubbed my nipples. It wouldn't take long. I needed this so badly. I heard another loud moan and realized that it had come from my lips. I noticed that the other shower wasn't running anymore. I hoped the bathroom was empty. I heard something drop, and realized that I wasn't alone. I stayed in the shower for as long as possible, until I knew for sure that whoever had been in there would be gone. When I thought it was safe, I turned off the water and realized that I had forgotten my towel. I would just have to step into my robe, dripping wet and dry off in my room. I opened the curtain and stepped across to the hooks and grabbed my robe. And I saw her. The girl in the tank top from the study. She was the one who had been in the shower. I didn't even know she lived in my dorm. She had probably heard the moan. She recognized me and then sheepishly looked away. I quickly put on my robe and headed towards the door. In the safety of my room, I sat on my bed. This was going to be the longest week of my life. How was I going to be able to do this for another five days? That night, my roommate never came home. She spent half the time at her boyfriend's apartment. I lay awake at night, tortured. Wanting to bring out my favorite vibrator, but knowing I couldn't. The sensors seemed pretty sophisticated. I wasn't sure how it worked but I didn't want to risk being disqualified. I wasn't sure how I would be able to prevent the microscopic tissue damage that it would undoubtedly detect. The vibrator was definitely out of the question, I knew I would damage something if I brought it out since I knew I wouldn't be able to stop. It was like a drug. I knew I wouldn't be able to have just one. I wouldn't be able to stop until I had fully satiated myself, five, sometimes eight or nine orgasms later. And I couldn't stop thinking about that girl in the tanktop. Had she heard my moaning? I couldn't help picturing herself pleasuring herself in the shower. Was she breaking the rules or was she just as frustrated as I was? I finally went to sleep dreaming of her watching me come. In the morning, I knew I had to go to class. Then I had to go to work. Then I had to meet my study group that night. When would I have time to wear the monitor? I looked at the clock. I would have to wear it to class. It took 30 minutes to walk to campus, if I put it on now, I would fulfill the one hour requirement walking to class, and then I would be able to take it off right before class started. I put it on and got dressed over it. It hadn't turned on yet. Maybe it wouldn't turn on until I had reached a certain level of arousal. I grabbed my backpack and tried to think about anything that wouldn't set me off. As I rode down in the elevator, I was happy that it hadn't turned on yet. Already 15 minutes had passed. I started walking, and still nothing, although the phallus inside me was starting to excite me a little. And then without warning, it started. I cursed under my breath. I had to slow down my pace as I walked. At one point, I actually had to stop under a tree and hold onto the trunk as I was being fucked, out here in the open with people walking by. I looked around but it didn't seem like anyone was watching me. The torture on my nipples was driving me insane as the phallus pumped inside me, almost angrily. Harder and faster while the wet tongues attacked my clitoris. I was so close. So close. And then it stopped. I took a few breaths and kept walking. As I took a step, the clitoral stimulators rubbed against my clitoris and I came. As it hit me, I turned around to hold onto the tree for support. I stood there clutching the tree as wave after wave crashed over me. It was so delicious. I knew if someone was watching me, they would come up to me, ask me if I was allright. But I didn't care. I had figured out a way to trick the monitor. I had four more orgasms walking to class that day, although it took me an hour to get there. Weekly Exam #1 Finally on day 7, I knew I had to go back. I wasn't able to achieve any more orgasms that week. It was almost as if the sensors had sensed that it had taken me too close and it was holding back on me. Thirty minutes before the appointment, I was to put on the monitor and wear it to the lab. I wasn't sure how I felt about going back. A part of me dreaded it, and another part of me was excited, curious about what might happen. I put on the monitor and it immediately sprang to life. I arrived at the lab in a state of high arousal. It had taken me almost to the edge, but not as intensely as the previous days. My orgasm wasn't imminent, but it was close. I entered the waiting room and was surprised to see a room full of girls. I sat down in one of the only empty chairs. I had more questionnaires to fill out. Did I achieve orgasm while wearing the monitor? Yes. Was I alone when I had an orgasm? No. Did you enjoy wearing the monitor? Hmm. That was a tough one. I decided to answer Yes.  As I was answering the questions, the vibrating started again. I sat there silently, as it became more and more intense. I heard moaning and looked up. A girl across from me was moving her hips back and forth in her chair. I realized she was having an orgasm. In front of all of us. A thrill went through me. When I had reached an orgasm in public, no one knew what was happening. But we all watched her, knowing what was happening to her. The vibrating on my clitoris intensified and a moan escaped my lips. I knew there were eyes on me. And then it stopped. I was relieved. Maybe it wouldn't happen to me. "Number 320?" The girl who had just had an orgasm stood up and with shaky steps walked out. I looked back down at my questionnaire and tried to answer a few more questions when the sucking started at my nipples. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the girl next to me grip her chair with her hands. She threw her head back and I knew. She was coming. She didn't cry out or moan, but her breathing came out in short little gasps. "Number 321?" No one moved. "Number 321?" Slowly, the girl next to me got up and walked out. A few more girls walked in and sat down. I looked up and briefly caught the eye of the girl who had been wearing the tank top and we both looked away, embarrassed. The tongues started lapping away at my clitoris as the pounding intensified. What number was I? I think I was 326. Another girl cried out as she took in quick little breaths, clutching her clipboard to her chest. I couldn't help watching. I noticed we were all watching. It seemed to intensify the fucking I was receiving. I was getting closer. So much closer. I was taking little short breaths. Would this be it? Would this be the one? And then it stopped. "Number 322?" Three more girls had their orgasms and left. And three more times I was taken to the edge and left stranded. And then I knew, I was next. I waited for it to come. I wanted it. Yet, I dreaded it. The fucking started as a mechanical finger swirled around my g-spot. There were more mouths on my breasts and my clitoris. Sucking, pulling. Biting. I cried out. It was actually biting me now. I knew every eye was on me. It was getting faster. I gripped the chair, determined not to cry out or move my hips. Determined not to show them how good this felt. I knew they were all watching me. Their eyes were all intently looking at my face, waiting for the moment to come. Waiting for me to reach my peak. I tried to hold it off. I tried. But then it all came crashing down. I found myself moving with the waves. I heard myself crying out. For a moment I didn't care as the pleasure flowed over me like water. And then I came back to earth. I knew they were all watching me. I couldn't look up. "Number 326?" Slowly I got up and walked out. I was led to the examination room. I wasn't prepared for what I saw. There were around twenty doctors sitting around the exam table with their clipboards. Dr. Mattias asked me to disrobe in front of all of them. And I complied, turning my back to them. They asked me to take the monitor off and lay back on the table. I did, handing it to one of the assistants and she plugged in the data on a computer screen. "She wore it for an average of 1.74 hours per day. She achieved 5 orgasms while wearing it. All on day 3." "And how did you like it?" Dr. Mattias asked me. "Excuse me?" "You wrote down that you enjoy wearing it?" I nodded. "Can you tell us why?" I blushed. "It makes the orgasms more intense." "Tell us how you achieved orgasm on day 3." I was mortified. Talking about this in front of all of them. "I was walking." The doctors all murmured and jotted down notes on their clipboards. "Did the monitor let you achieve orgasm after that?" I shook my head. "The sensors recalibrated itself properly then." "Were you in public when you achieved orgasm?" "Yes." "Was it more exciting for you being in public?" "Yes," I whispered. "Did it excite you seeing the other girls orgasm in the waiting room?" "Yes," I whispered. "Do you like it when people watch you orgasm?" I hesitated. I couldn't answer so I just nodded, lowering my head in shame. "Okay, let's see how much your numbers have changed this past week." They strapped on the breast and clitoris stimulators and inserted the phallus as I looked up, I saw that they were all watching me, intensely.  "It'll be the same as before, except we'll need to gather 15 minutes of data." I wasn't sure I'd be able to handle 15 minutes. 10 minutes had been torturous. I was already sensitive from the orgasm I'd received in the lobby so I knew it wouldn't take me long. "Subject is ready." The doctor nodded and counted down as they all waited quietly, waiting for me to put on a show. The first one came quickly in short bursts. "Subject has achieved orgasm number 1. Time 1:27." I tried to catch my breath as I waited for the next one. "Subject has reached orgasm number 2. Time 2:15." They came one on top of another. The sweet torture wouldn't end. It wouldn't stop. I opened my eyes and I saw all of them, they were all masturbating while I lay here. Their breasts were exposed, some of the women were kneeling in front of the men, their heads bobbing up and down, one women was completely naked, another woman suckling her breasts while a man had his head between her legs. A woman was bent over a chair as she was being fucked from behind. Their moans commingled with mine. Finally, it stopped and I was told to get dressed and go home until next week. I looked over and saw everyone was dressed, they were all jotting notes or talking quietly to their neighbor. I was going crazy, I thought. That's when I noticed the video camera. They were taping me. More people would be watching, witnessing my degradation. I couldn't get out of there fast enough. My legs felt weak and I was breathless. But now I knew I had to have more. I needed it. I was now addicted.

Our New Villa byBiggalute© Our New Villa Pt. 06 We returned to London after the most amazing, possibly life changing two weeks of our lives. After living with Berni for three years I thought I knew most things about her, but had now been exposed to her and her closest friends much wilder side. I'd observed and participated as everyone's sexual and emotional boundaries had been pushed to their limits. Not surprisingly we were all a bit subdued as we drove from the airport, already missing Portugal and not wanting to go back to our ordinary lives. As I dropped Becky and Sarah off I could have nearly predicted what would happen, Sarah made a great show of trying to kiss and grope the two of us whilst Becky held us in tight, not wanting to let go. I pulled everyone in for a group hug and not for the first time thanked them all for an amazing holiday and for letting me join their little 'club'. "Piss off you big tart and get this one home before she starts blabbing." Was Sarah's typical reply as she slapped Berni on the arse. Back in the car Berni did start blabbing, the emotions and tears flowing. We settled back into the mundanities of our workaday lives, the shenanigans of the holiday only cropping up when we were sharing a bottle of wine and getting tipsy. Berni went out with the girls a few times and would always come home feeling and behaving extra horny, tapping the side of her nose whenever I asked what they'd been up to. The sex was amazing so I couldn't complain too much. About a month after we got home I bought my first ever mobile phone; this was the mid nineties and it was a bit of a brick compared to modern ones, but it was a novelty and Berni would phone me a few times a day just for the sake of it. One lunch time I was sat in the taxi rank waiting for my next fare when Berni phoned, saying she was taking the afternoon off and would I meet her and Sarah for lunch. I knew they'd be drinking and probably just wanted a lift home afterwards, but I was bored and so agreed immediately, one of the few advantages to being self employed. Sarah worked as a producer for a video production company, mainly doing advertising and promotional videos. The restaurant Berni mentioned was near Sarah's work and when I arrived they were both already seated, a bottle of sparkling water on the table. "Have they run out of wine?" was the only smart alec thing I could think to say as I sat down opposite them. "I'm working." Sarah said, "But we might have some bubbly afterwards to celebrate." "Celebrate what?" As I said this Berni was glaring, her eyes telling Sarah to shut up. Sarah just smiled, "If I leave it for you to bring up, we'll be here all day." "Well at least let's order and eat first, don't want to put Joe off his food." Berni's face softened into a cheeky smile as she said this. "Good idea." "That's fine." I said as I started studying the menu, I think they were a bit disappointed that I didn't take the bait and ask what was going on. "Order what you want, Sarah's firm are paying for it." As nonchalantly as possible I said, "That's nice, thank you Sarah." "Maybe order a salad, no carbs, keep the belly flat." Sarah said "Whatever you thinks' best." They both looked at each other "Oh fuck it, shall we just tell him." Berni said and Sarah nodded. "Sarah's firm are making a video and they want us to be in it." I just nodded, nearly knowing the answer before I asked "What sort of video?" "A sex education video." Sarah said in what for her was a very hushed tone. "Before you say no just listen to what Sarah has to say." Thankfully the waitress came to take our order and I was able to take my time ordering, Sarah and Berni's eyes never leaving me. I'd guessed it was something along these lines and wasn't appalled by the idea, but not really interested either. As it was I was enjoying these two normally strong and articulate women getting a little flustered. They both looked at me waiting for some sort of reaction. Berni was the first to break, "Well?" "You told me to listen to Sarah before I say no, and I will." I said smiling; Berni gave me a little kick under the table. You could see Sarah's brain working overtime, eventually she said. "My company normally does promotional videos but has recently expanded into educational videos. I was promoted and am now the executive producer for our educational videos. We have never done a sex education video before but it's a growing and lucrative market. We were thinking we would need to hire professional actors or even porn stars but our sexologist, Dr Graham, says it would be much better if we could get a genuine couple to appear in the video." I'd wanted to stay silent but couldn't help myself, "What's a sexologist?" "It's a psychologist whose specializes in sexual issues, mainly working with couples and promoting healthy sexual attitudes and behaviors'." I just nodded and waited, eventually Sarah continued, "we discussed advertising for a couple, but quite where you'd advertise I'm not sure. Then I thought of you two and Berni said you'd love to do it." "Did she?" "Well the money's good and it'll be fun." Berni added. "We don't need the money." "I know, but just think of thousands of people watching your big dick as it pounds in and out of me." As Berni was saying this she was rubbing her foot higher and higher up my leg, absolutely knowing the effect her actions and words would have on me. "I'd buy that video." Sarah said smiling "You've seen it in real life." "I know, but I'd enjoy the slow motion." The three of us smiled. Berni's foot was now wedged between my thighs, the gentle pressure rapidly weakening my resolve. She stood up but the foot remained, "I'm going to the bathroom, you keep trying to persuade Joe." Berni's and Sarah's giggles brought stares from the other tables, I just smiled and shook my head, they were unbelievable. We talked about the practicalities, when they would film, how long it might take etc. Sarah said we'd have to meet Dr Graham and the director as they would have the final say on us being in the video. Strangely we didn't talk about what we'd be doing in the video, I guess taking that for granted. We did talk about people seeing it and recognizing or knowing us, Berni's dad was long dead but I worried about her mum seeing it. Berni's mum was a foul mouthed, heavy smoking, absolutely lovely Irish woman who attended Mass most days. Berni was very like her, apart from the smoking and the Mass. "What if your mum sees it?" "She had six kids, why would she need a sex education video?" I smiled, "You know what I mean, what if someone shows her it to stir shit." "I think she'd wallop them for stirring shit. I've thought about it and she's always encouraged me to live life and enjoy myself. She'd be upset initially but would get over it; I'd tell her we did it for the good of mankind." The three of us smiled at this. "What about your friends and family?" Sarah asked me. "I'm not that close to them and anyway they always thought Berni was a bad influence on me." This got me another kick in the shins. "As for my mates they'd think I'm a lucky dog. I just wonder how I'll fight off all their wives and girlfriends after they've seen me in action." Another kick. We ended up staying in the restaurant a while, Berni and Sarah sharing a bottle of bubbly and me just enjoying the banter. We provisionally arranged to meet the sexologist and the director on Saturday morning, Sarah saying she'd contact us if either of them couldn't make it. The drive home was interesting; the traffic was very heavy and Berni was in the back of the taxi, fidgeting and feeling very horny. "Play with yourself." "What, right now?" I nodded. "I can't, we're in traffic and people can see in." I shook my head smiling, "Yet you want to be in a video." I could see Berni thinking about it. I also knew she was never one to back down from a dare. "If you're too chicken you could always take your coat off and put it over your lap so no one can see what you're doing." Berni was wearing her normal work attire, low heels, nicely fitted trousers and a blouse, always tucked in and pulled tight, accentuating her small waist, and for her small frame, large bust. I loved her body and thought she looked sexy in everything, but I particularly loved this, powerful and sexy. We'd been crawling along but now seemed to be at a standstill which was good as I was going to have difficulty watching the road. There was a van to my right and to the left the pavement was busy with people finishing work. She removed her coat before laying it across her lap and staring at me in the rear view mirror, a look of pure devilment in her eyes. "Undo some of your buttons." I told her. Berni looked a bit taken aback by this; probably thinking she should have kept her coat on, a wry smile turning to a defiant glare as she quickly looked around her before slowly unbuttoning her blouse. At two buttons she stopped and leant forward, allowing me a glimpse of her lovely cleavage, smiling at my lecherous stare. She sat back and continued her tease, undoing the buttons but keeping the blouse nearly closed, the odd glimpse of skin or lacy white bra all that was visible. I was enjoying the show and paying no attention to my surroundings, other than knowing the traffic wasn't moving. Suddenly Berni changed the pace, sitting upright and letting her shirt fall open, most of her gorgeous boobs on view and her hard nipples clearly visible through the thin material. She ran one hand down inside the bra, letting her finger brush against her nipple. She was biting at her bottom lip, obviously enjoying the sensation and enjoying performing for me. Staring straight at me but continuing to bite her lip she removed her hand and I thought she might undo the bra but she instead turned to her right and wound down the window and seemed to be talking to someone. I quickly turned in my seat and unwound my own window, the passenger of the van was looking straight down and the driver had clambered across for a good gawk over his mates shoulder. Berni was sticking her chest out and asking them were they enjoying the show and did they want to see more. They obviously didn't know we were a couple and seemed to completely ignore me as the passenger said "Corr, yes please darlin', show us your tits" "and you fanny" the driver added. I looked at Berni in disbelief. More shocked than annoyed, wondering how far she'd go. There was a tapping at the window on the passenger side and I turned quickly to see a policeman staring in through the window, shit. I looked at Berni to make sure she had seen him and she just smiled, still facing the van and only sat back a little when I pulled a face. I leant over and wound down the window and trying to keep a straight face I said, "What seems to be the problem." Looking from me to Berni he said, "A passerby has complained of your passenger exposing herself in the back of your taxi." I looked at Berni, shirt still undone and boobs nearly out of her bra, an innocent, butter wouldn't melt look on her face as if to say "Me?" "I noticed that also and was telling her that it was unacceptable behavior and she needed to button up or get out of my taxi." He obviously didn't believe me but couldn't say much, smiling before saying, "Well, make sure she does." Thankfully his attention was then taken by the van, giving them a much harder time, checking tyres and documents. We held it together until the traffic started moving, me hardly able to drive because of smiling and shaking my head, and Berni, shirt still undone, boobs bouncing in a fit of laughter. The next couple of days seemed to drag, both of us nervous but eager for Saturday to come around. Finally it was Friday night and all our attentions were turning to the next day. We'd normally go out for a meal or have a takeaway on a Friday but Berni prepared a salad instead, saying we could only have one glass of wine with it and were having no sex that evening, wanting us to look our best the next day. I just smiled and tried to act cool. "Do you think I should shave my snatch?" Berni asked me, completely out of the blue. She had shaved it for the first time, or rather had had it shaved for her, only a few weeks ago in Portugal, but now it had grown back. I'd loved the look of it shaved but Berni said she hated going through the itchy phase and couldn't be bothered shaving all the time. "Probably not, you could always shave it later if they want but you can't stick it back on." Berni nodded at my answer and I could tell by her face that she was getting more than nervous, maybe having second thoughts. "You ok? We could always cancel; we're not committed to anything." "I think I'm ok, just nervous. You know me, I do things spontaneously. I've just too much time to think. Do we want to do this? Can we do this? What will be the consequences? God, worse still what if we're not suitable, too ugly?" I had to smile, Berni genuinely was an act now, worry later type of person and I could see her struggling. I pulled her close and held her tight. "Stop worrying, all we're doing tomorrow is meeting people to talk, if it doesn't work out or we're not completely happy, we walk away, no hard feelings. In fact if we don't want to we don't even need to go tomorrow." Berni snuggled her head into my chest, the feel of her body against mine having its usual effect. "You sure about having no sex tonight?" I whispered in her ear "Yes and yes. Yes I'm sure about no sex tonight and yes you're right, we're not committed to anything, we'll just see how we feel tomorrow. It might be fun." As she said this she gently cupped my balls through my jeans, her usual cheeky smile returned, teasing me obviously taking her mind off tomorrow. We arranged to meet Sarah at a coffee shop near her offices and if anything she seemed more nervous than us, talking nineteen to the dozen. "By rights I don't need to be here, my job was just to find you and line you up with Dr Graham and the director, but I'd feel guilty if anything silly went wrong and I could have done something about it." "I think you're just nosy and we already know you're a perv, so you couldn't resist being here." I added. Sarah stuck her tongue out before continuing, "Actually I'm a bit nervous, James the director can be a bit of an ass. He's tolerated because he's good but he has a way of getting people's backs up. He thinks he should be directing art house movies and that this is all beneath him. I'm here as the diplomatic one." We both smiled at this, Sarah was many things but diplomatic and tactful were not them, maybe she was different at work. "Do they know you know us?" Berni asked. Sarah nodded. "Do they know just how well you know us?" I asked. Sarah actually got a bit embarrassed which was a first and quite endearing, "No and please, I don't want them to know." We both looked at Sarah and smiled knowingly. We would never upset or hurt her but there was no harm in winding her up a bit. "Don't worry, your reputation as the biggest slag in London is safe with us." Berni said, enjoying Sarah's discomfort even more than me. It was finally time to go and I have to admit to having butterflies but tried my best to hide them, telling silly jokes and such like as we walked to the offices. I don't know what we were expecting but two people sitting formally behind a desk ready to interview us was not it. Also, for whatever reason, we had both presumed that Dr Graham was a man but instead she was an attractive, albeit very serious looking, woman, probably about ten years older than us. Sarah made the introductions and thankfully Dr Graham came out from behind the desk to greet us, smiling and telling us to call her Lindsey. She had a warmth and confidence that put us both at ease, I automatically liked her. James hadn't moved or said anything, just staring with a bored, almost contemptuous expression, his eyes roving over the two of us being the only acknowledgement of our presence. "They're boring, no charisma, I can't work with them." Were the first words out of his mouth. I have a fairly quick temper but nothing compared to Berni; I could see her just about to give this asshole what for when Sarah intervened, "James darling you wouldn't know charisma or sexiness if it bit you on the bum, what do you think Dr Graham?" "Lindsey please; we'll have to see, I think our problem might be that they radiate too much sexiness." By the looks on all our faces I think Dr Graham could tell we were all a bit confused by this, "This is an instructional video, whilst we want the participants to be attractive and nice to look at we don't want them to be so nice to look at that people at home think that they can't have the same sex as them because they're not attractive enough." I could sort of see the logic in this and was nodding, my thinking interrupted when she continued. "Joe is an attractive man but probably plain enough, Berni however, oozes sex appeal." Berni loved this, a look of 'I know, what can you do, I just can't help myself' plastered across her face. I pursed my lips and blew her a little kiss, smiling and knowing I'd never here the last of it. I was however really worried that we'd be cancelled before we even got started, surprised at myself for how strongly I didn't want this to happen. Sarah came to the rescue again. "I think if I was buying a sexual education video what would really sell it for me would be the chemistry between the actors and I know for a fact that Berni and Joe have great chemistry." We were stood a little to the side and caught just a glimpse of a smirk on Sarah's face as she said this, visions of our many joint escapades coming to mind. Turning a little, Sarah said "What do you think James?" He'd been sulking a little but perked up when Sarah involved him. She was a force of nature outside of work but watching her manage people and situations at work was amazing. "I think their chemistry and how they behave in front of the camera would be all important." I could see Dr Graham nodding and thinking, but before she could say anything Sarah said, "Why don't we go to the studio where we'll be filming, Berni and Joe can see the set up and we can carry on talking there. I've also arranged for refreshments to be left there." The studio was a large room taking up most of the next floor, lots of screens, lights and equipment stacked around the walls, along with some sofas and chairs. We sat on one of the sofas and Sarah gave everyone soft drinks or water. James seemed more relaxed in here as he started to explain, "We do most of our indoor filming in here, it's multifunctional, easily transformed into whatever set we want. For your video we can turn it into a bedroom, a living room or whatever background Lindsey wants." Dr Graham nodded before speaking, "I actually envisage that you'll be in less than half the video, most of it will be me talking or showing diagrams, we'll then cut to you two showing it for real. Have you ever been filmed making love?" We both shook our heads, "Well you may find it's harder than you think, people can get very self conscious. Also this won't be like normal love making, there'll be four or five other people in the room, all doing their jobs, many of the scenes will need to be shot multiple times until James is happy he has the material he needs. Much of the camera work will be very close-up and intimate, demonstrating what I have been explaining. Do you think you'll be ok with all this?" I think we were both a bit taken aback, this was now so real and a bit scary. Berni held my hand tight, looking into my face lovingly, she was the first to speak. "We love each other and are fortunate to have a wonderful sex life. I think we may find this difficult at first but knowing ourselves I think we'll be able to relax and enjoy the whole experience and helping others with their sex lives will be wonderful." I wasn't expecting this and was genuinely touched and moved by Berni's answer, I was less surprised by what Sarah said next. "What she means is they're both exhibitionist tarts who enjoy being watched why they fuck." Me and Berni were very use to Sarah but I'm not sure Lindsey and James were. James looked genuinely shocked and I think Lindsey was struggling to stay professional and not smile, a struggle she lost when Berni said "Yeah that's what I meant to say." A gorgeous cheeky grin across her face bringing us all to laughter and really breaking the ice. Lindsey had a big smile on her face, "I wasn't sure earlier but now I think this might well work, do you two have any questions?" We hadn't really, or not any we could think off at that moment. I thought the meeting was coming to an end when Sarah spoke. "I have one concern, what if it turns out Joe and Berni are not comfortable in the nude in front of people or if you're not happy with their bodies. I think they should disrobe now, might save time in the future." I suppose we'd been expecting that we might need to get naked today but the way it had panned out it didn't seem necessary. "I don't think that's necessary." Dr Graham began but was cut short by Berni who already had her jumper off and was unbuttoning her shirt, giving me a look that made it obvious I was to join her. Berni had her shirt off and was beginning on her jeans before I really copped on, my attention more taken with Lindsey who looked a little flustered, maybe Berni being so eager was a bit much for her. I took my own jumper and t-shirt off, almost subconsciously pulling my stomach tight. Berni was now just in her underwear, a fairly modest white set that I thought she looked gorgeous in. She stood proudly, happy for anyone to look at her as she waited for me to take my jeans off. I was a bit more self conscious, aware that there'd been a stirring in my shorts and fighting the urge to turn around. I knew this was stupid, why shouldn't I be turned on by my fiancée, or was it the thrill of being watched. I bent and lowered my jeans; aware of all eyes on me I decided to concentrate on Berni as I straitened, happy to return her lovely, reassuring smile. We were both now in our underwear and that may have been enough except for Sarah saying, 'and the rest'. Both James and Lindsey were looking at us intently as we began to remove our underwear, Sarah just behind them, a mischievous glint in her eye. I was still feeling a bit nervous but Berni seemed completely relaxed as she undid her bra, happily letting her tits bounce free, shoulders back so everyone could admire her. I loved Berni's body but it was her whole demeanor and personality that really got me and without thinking I found myself moving closer and kissing her, my hand at her lower back pulling her tightly to me. We kissed and explored each other's mouths like new lovers, our hands finding their own way around each other's bodies. When we broke the kiss everyone was silent, James the first to speak, "Wow that was beautiful. I'm gay but I even found that hot, you definitely have chemistry." Lindsey had the beginning of tears in her eyes as she came and hugged us both, seemingly less concerned about my rigid dick pressing against her body than I was, "James is right, that really was beautiful, the love and passion you have for each other was wonderful, you're very lucky." I was waiting for Sarah to make a remark but none came, instead she just smiled at us as we dressed, arranging that we would start the filming on Tuesday evening. Afterwards she was telling us that she knew we'd be great but was worried about how the other two would react. "I thought Dr Graham was more talk than action, or rather I'm not sure how much action she herself had ever seen or been involved in. As for James I've never known him to have a boyfriend and thought he might baulk at the whole idea of two people having sex. I knew you two horny fuckers would be ok, I was more worried about them." We all smiled at this before having a group hug which turned into more of a Sarah/Berni hug/snogging session. They were getting fairly carried away when Berni started laughing, causing them to brake the embrace and Sarah to look at her quizzically, "I can't help myself, I ooze sex appeal." Berni said, "Fucking slapper." Sarah said and we all burst out laughing. Berni must have mentioned 'oozes sex appeal' about fifty more times that day, the last one being when we were in bed, nearly asleep, her fingers gently dancing along my shaft "I know I ooze sexiness but so do you, well at least James thinks so, he told Sarah he thinks you're gorgeous." I let this hang in the air before answering "He'd be right." "It doesn't bother you, a gay man fancying you?" "No, why should it." "No reason, Sarah also said the rest of the production team, soundman and cameraman, were also gay." "So?" "Just thought I'd mention it, in case it bothered you." I propped myself up on one elbow and looked down at Berni, trying to keep a straight face I said, "It's like this, I'm doing it for the benefit of mankind, whether it be gay mankind or straight mankind." Berni smiled but I could see something was bothering her. "Does it bother you, them all being gay?" She said 'not really' but I could tell it did. It suddenly dawned on me, "You're jealous, you love being the center of attention, teasing people. It bothers you that the people in the room might be more attracted to me than you." She didn't say anything but I could see she was pissed off. This was so silly I wanted to laugh but settled on, "I bet they give better blowjobs than you too." "Fucking prick." Was Berni's succinct, sulking answer before turning her back on me and cuddling into her pillow. Berni phoned me Monday afternoon urging me to finish up early and be at home when she got there. She sounded really excited but wouldn't say what it was about. I arrived ten minutes before her and she immediately pulled me in for a very sexy kiss. She was literally hopping with excitement and obviously bursting to tell me what it was all about. "Sarah phoned me at work and said she was sending over some documents for us to read, a sort of running order of the filming. She couriered them over which in itself raised eyebrows at work, everyone being nosy and asking what it was and wasn't I going to open them. I daren't in case I got too distracted. I planned to read them on the tube but didn't trust myself, my knickers already sopping wet with excitement and a horny fucker sitting opposite me giving me the eye." Berni had said all this in about two seconds flat, the words just flowing out. I just smiled, not as excited as Berni but looking forward to reading whatever Sarah had sent. Berni pulled a large brown envelope from her bag and was about to open it when I stopped her, sitting her down at the table and pouring us both a large glass of wine. "I don't know what's in there but I'm looking forward to doing the maddest, sexiest thing I've ever done and most importantly to doing it with you, cheers!" Berni gave me another gorgeous kiss before opening the envelope. She was smiling as she read but didn't say anything, forcing me to ask "What does it say?" "Well she starts off very formal." Berni giggled as she said this, "Dear Miss Murphy, further to our telephone conversation I wish to confirm the following." Berni stopped and smiled at me "When she phoned earlier she asked if we could go tomorrow morning instead of the evening, get the whole shoot finished in one day. I was able to book a day's annual leave and said we would, hope that's ok." I'd be losing a day's work but wasn't too annoyed, I nodded. "Good because she also says that she'd been able to wangle us a considerable pay rise, telling her bosses that we're worth it." I smiled at this and Berni continued reading. "She says Dr Graham is getting all her bits done today and that this work will determine what she wants us to do tomorrow but the following is a guide to what she thinks will happen." Berni stopped talking as she turned the page, her eyes scanning the page and lighting up, a little turn up of her lips telling me she was enjoying what she was reading, "What?" I asked "When we were chatting on the phone I asked if everyman who worked there was gay and she just laughed at me saying it wasn't unusual in her business. In the letter she goes into great detail about a gorgeous Italian intern who's just started there for work experience, they're the general dogsbody, fetching and carrying and making tea. She knows they're straight because someone asked them. She says we should go dehydrated as she thinks I'll be ordering lots of tea." "Dirty cow!" With a grin Berni said, "I think she's a very thoughtful friend." She continued reading, oohing and aaghing as she did so. "Still the Italian?" Poking her tongue out Berni said, "No, she says I should bring some sexy underwear and for you to make sure your boxers are clean." It was my turn to poke my tongue out. "We'll start off demonstrating some foreplay." Laughing she looked at me, saying "Don't worry I know that's not your strong point, Lindsey will be there to hold your hand." As I gave a sarky smile Berni said, "I'm not reading anymore, I want it to be a surprise." We arrived just before ten the next morning and Sarah greeted us at reception, immediately fussing about us. After we convinced her we were ok and didn't need anything she took us up to the studio which looked very different to the previous day, a bed and a sofa in the middle of the room, both with screens behind them and a busy vibe, equipment and people moving everywhere. She showed us into a side room where Lindsey was sat writing notes. Sarah left, winking and saying she'd see us later. Lindsey got up and gave us both a welcoming hug, sitting us down on two comfortable chairs and turning her own chair to face us. I looked at Berni and I could tell she was thinking the same as me, wow! On Saturday Lindsey had been wearing loose slacks and a baggy jumper but now had a very smart and very well fitted dark business suit on. Her hair was tied back and her makeup looked professionally done. I thought she looked attractive on Saturday but now she looked stunning, the double breasted jacket buttoned, accentuating the curve of her breasts and slim waist, the skirt tight, finishing just above the knee and rising to mid thigh as she sat down. I'm not normally a gawker but couldn't take my eyes off her stocking covered legs. "I'll just go a find someone to bring us some refreshments, what will you have?" "Tea." Said Berni, suppressing a giggle. I said I'd have the same When Lindsay left the room Berni turned to me smiling, "If you have trouble getting a stiffy we'll just get Lindsay to sit down slowly in front of you." "Or I could lay down on the floor and look up her skirt, that'll work." "Pervert." Before I could answer there was a knock on the door and a very pretty girl entered carrying a tea tray, as she put it down she introduced herself, "Hi I'm Gianna I work here, I'm the gofer." She said this with such a sweet, gorgeous smile that I didn't know whether she knew that being the gofer wasn't necessarily a good thing. As straight faced as I could I said "Hi Gianna, I'm Joe and this is Berni. I love your accent, where are you from." "I'm from Italy, I study media for one year now and have started here for the summer" "That's great, this is our first time here, we're not really actors but are making a video today." "I know, everyone is talking about it, I think you're very brave. Ok see you later." With that she left and we both burst out laughing. "Did Sarah say whether the Italian intern was a boy or a girl?" "No she didn't, fucking cow." We were still laughing and smiling when Lindsey came back in, "Great to see you're relaxing. I was just speaking to James and it'll be about thirty minutes till they're ready out there, he says we should go to make-up now and he'll see us shortly, if you're ready, follow me." We followed her across the studio, a few smiles and nods of acknowledgement from the crew as we passed. "Everyone seems very friendly." I commented. "They are and believe it or not they're as nervous as you two, this is a first for them as well." We both smiled at each other, this news somehow helping us to relax a bit. We were shown into a small room with chairs in front of a big mirror, the sort of thing you see on tv. We were introduced to Michael and Kay. Michael was small and dapper and very affected in the way he spoke and gestured, calling Berni sweetie and me darling, introducing Kay as his trainee and assistant. Kay pulled a face at Michael before smiling at us and saying she was a fully qualified make-up artist and not Michaels assistant. It was said in a good natured way and seemed part of their daily banter. Kay was the physical opposite to Michael, tall and curvy, looking like she'd already spent hours in the make-up chair herself, hair back combed back and big red lipstick, almost rockabilly style, a look finished off by a flowing swing dress. It really suited her. Turning to face us but talking to Kay, Michael said, "Do you want to take Barbi or the Hulk?" It could have sounded offensive but wasn't. Kay threw her eyes up but smiled before saying "I'll take the hulk." "Right darlings you go into that little changing room there and put on the gowns and then come back and join us." We did as Michael told us, both smiling and enjoying ourselves. Having makeup applied was a completely new experience for me, one made more enjoyable by Kay's small talk and her boobs rubbing against my arm as she leant in, "Have you ever done anything like this before? What made you want to do it?" that sort of thing. When they were finished we were taken out and sat on a settee, James introducing other members of the crew and explaining what they would be doing. There was a large camera on a moveable stand and James showed us that it could also be hoisted up on the shoulder. He showed us a smaller, hand held camera, blushing a little as he explained that it would be used for close ups and more intimate shots. We just smiled, our nerves becoming a little jangly. Lindsey sat down beside us and said they were going to start filming now, her introducing the video and then introducing us. As she started talking she straightened her back, sticking her chest out and edging forward on the seat, causing her skirt to ride up even further. I didn't really hear what she was saying and was nearly shocked when she turned to address us. "Now Berni and Joe can you tell us a little about yourself, where you're from, how long you've been together, that sort of thing." Berni looked at me, waiting for me to speak, I felt like all eyes were on me. I stuttered and mumbled a few words before James shouted "Cut! Joe I need you to be more prepared and ready when Lindsey turns to you." "He'd be fine if he wasn't so busy staring at Lindsey's legs and tits." Berni said this in a jokey fashion that got everyone in the room chuckling and smiling. I was a little embarrassed and looked at Lindsey who smiled back, apparently not in the least bit bothered. We shot again and I managed to say a few words about us and then Berni explained that we loved sex and wanted to help others, she also smiled cheekily and said we were exhibitionists and loved showing off and having people look at us. Both Lindsey and James said they thought this might get cut from the video but Berni didn't care, happy to have set out our stall and basically tell everyone that it was ok to stare. I definitely felt the crew relax a bit. They removed the sofa and had us stand in front of a blank screen. Lindsey and James had a short discussion before James said "We'll get you to remove your robes and both stand there. When I give you the signal I want you both to turn slowly until you're facing the camera again. Then Joe I'll get you to move to the side so that we can do close ups of Berni, Lindsey will move in and point out and describe different parts of the body. When she's finished we'll do the same with you." I suddenly felt very nervous, this was real. I looked at Berni who smiled and winked back at me before beginning to remove her gown. I took a big breath and joined her. I was looking at Berni, enjoying her body as always, her shoulders back and head up, almost willing eyes to look at her. "Joe can you look straight ahead." James was smiling at me as I looked up. I smiled back and decided to join Berni, standing proud and enjoying the looks on people's faces as they stared at us. I'd never felt so alive and special, a warm feeling passing up my body as I felt a little stirring in my groin, a big smile on my lips. On his signal we began to turn, me following Berni's lead so we both turned the same way, struggling not to look down at her gorgeous bum. James signaled and I moved out of the way, leaving Berni on her own, looking, and I think feeling, gorgeous. Lindsey moved in slowly, smiling reassuringly and gently touched Berni's upper arm, causing her to tense as if a small electric charge had just passed through her, her leg and bum muscles tightening and her standing even taller, chest out and nipples more pronounced. Lindsey's eyes never left Berni's, her smile widening as if something was passing between them. I was transfixed, wondering where this was going, but Lindsey broke the spell, slowly turning to face the camera. I thought I could see the imprint of her nipples pointing through her shirt and jacket which somehow turned me on more than Berni being naked, my mouth drying and my dick twitching. I briefly looked around to see what everyone else was looking at, most seemed to be concentrating on their jobs but one fella, holding a big furry thing that I think was a mic, was looking straight at me, smiling as he looked down at my dick, I smiled back, c'est la via. James signaled for me to come and stand beside him and look at his small monitor. It felt a little weird as I moved beside him, eyes turning to look and my slightly aroused dick bobbing about. Lindsey was talking to the camera, very confident and relaxed as she explained what she would be doing, I was trying to gauge Berni feelings but she was just staring straight ahead, almost mannequin like. Turning so she was side on to Berni, the camera zooming in, Lindsey said "These are the female breasts, sometimes called boobs or tits. There primary function is to produce milk to feed a baby after a women gives birth. For the purposes of this video they are a potent sexual organ. When handled properly, as Joe will later demonstrate, they can elicit feelings of great sexual pleasure. This area is the nipple and is particularly sensitive to touch and feel." As she said this she pointed with a manicured finger, the red varnished nail almost touching Berni's left nipple. The close up on the screen looked amazing, just the finger and Berni's hard nipple. I looked up at Berni's face, still staring straight ahead but looking a little flushed, her breathing more noticeable. I was almost willing Lindsey to touch or flick Berni's nipple but she slowly drew her hand away, the camera zooming out as she did so. "Berni can you part your legs a little." She said this in a smooth, calm voice and it took Berni a moment to react, her mind elsewhere. Berni shuffled her feet shoulder width apart and the camera again zoomed in as Lindsey began to speak. "Female genitalia is made up of internal and external organs. For the purpose of this video we will concentrate on the external organs." The camera moved downwards and tried to get a better view but James wasn't happy, calling cut. "Even with Berni's feet apart we won't be able to see much of what you point out." As Lindsey came towards us I looked at Berni, who seemed to have relaxed a bit, typically turning the tables back on me by smiling and nodding down at my dick which was happily doing its own thing. "We could lay her down on a bed and film from above." James suggested. Lindsey thought about this for a moment until what I thought was a cheeky smile crept across her face. "I have a better idea, do you have a plinth or a stand 2 feet or so tall that Berni could stand on." James said he thought they probably did somewhere but it would take a few minutes to locate, calling a coffee break and asking for the make- up people to come in. "Your nipple looked amazing on the screen," I said to Berni as she came over, giving me an 'of course' smile back. "How was that, how you feeling?" "It was interesting." I looked at her, cocking an inquisitive eyebrow. Lowering her voice and moving closer she continued. "When Lindsey looked at me it was mesmerizing, I felt I would have done anything she said." I was thinking what to say when we were interrupted by Gianna the 'gofer' offering us dressing gowns, I thought to take one but Berni refused for the both of us "You are both very brave and very beautiful." Gianna said, smiling as she slowly looked us both up and down. It was our experience that continental Europeans were much more comfortable with bodies and nudity than the English and her sentiment seemed so genuine that we were both touched, Berni taking her hand gently as she said "Thank you." The moment was broken when one of the crew called out for tea, Gianna throwing her eyes up before smiling and sauntering off to the kitchen, "I think I prefer her to some Italian stallion, even if he was straight." I knew what Berni meant. Michael and Kay appeared before us, each carrying a little box of make-up magic. Michael quickly appraised us before pointedly staring down at my dick, "I don't think either of you need touching up and I haven't got nearly enough concealer for that thing." This got us all smiling, chatting and relaxing, only the odd glance from some of the crew reminding us that we were naked. "You do realize." Michael said "that most of this crew think they've gone to gay heaven, a fit handsome man with a lovely big cock walking around naked." "I think I've gone to heaven too." Kay smirked, happily letting her eyes wonder over me, her gaze and the tantalizing bit of cleavage on show causing a reaction over which I seemed to have no control. Once upon a time I would have been mortified, but as I looked at Berni smiling and shaking her head, I was in heaven. Gianna entered the room with a tray of drinks and biscuits, all of us watching her as she did the rounds before ending up with us. "How are you enjoying working here." I asked as we all took a drink. She seemed to think about it before answering, "It's ok, a bit boring but ok, also nobody pinches my bum which is also ok." "Darling! There's no chance of that here." Michael said this in such a way that even though I don't think Gianna fully understood it, she couldn't help but laugh with the rest of us. I looked at Berni and knew that we were both really happy and really warming to these people. As we were finishing our drinks a couple of guys were busy moving what looked like a small stage, placing it in front of the screen. It occurred to me that we hadn't seen Lindsay during the whole break but as James got everyone organized she appeared by his side, telling him her ideas. A white sheet was placed over the stage and James asked Berni to stand up on it. Lindsey walked with Berni to the stage, talking and offering her a hand for balance as she took the big step up; the four of us stood just behind James, our eyes flicking back and forth between the screen and the live action. As they got set I took the opportunity to put on one of the dressing gowns, drawing a "spoil sport" and a lovely, cheeky smile from Kay. Berni was now set, facing the camera, Lindsey's head level with her hips as she waited for James' signal. Lindsey began to speak, "As was shown on previous diagrams the external genitalia are primarily made up of the vulva, which has inner and outer lips." Lindsey named the lips and mons and explained their function in protecting the vagina and urethral opening. She explained that vulvas come in many shapes, sizes and colours, the only normal being whatever was normal for you. "Berni has small closed lips, whilst many women have more prominent and sometimes dangling inner and outer lips, all perfectly normal and healthy. Berni will now open her outer lips so we can see the labia minora or inner lips." I hadn't really been watching Berni during this, Lindsey's voice taking all my attention. As I looked up Berni was staring down at Lindsey who nodded slightly as if telling her to start. Berni slowly parted her lips as the camera zoomed in for an exquisite close up, the moisture from her arousal clearly visible in glorious HD. Besides me Gianna audibly gasped, causing us all to look at her as she mouthed 'bellissimo' her eyes never leaving the screen. Lindsey's finger again came into view, pointing to the inner lips and saying that they were very sensitive and often gave great sexual pleasure, she asked Berni to part the lips further, pointing to the opening of the vagina before tracing her slim finger up and pointing at Berni's clit, "This is Berni's clitoris and it is very engorged because Berni is turned on." It was my turn to gasp, the tension in Berni's body obvious even on the monitor, almost willing Lindsey to touch her. Lindsey pulled her hand away and James called cut, everyone letting out a collective sigh, the atmosphere was electric, even the gay members of the crew seemed transfixed. I looked at Berni who seemed to be shaking as James walked over, a little embarrassed laugh as he said, "That was intense, great shots though. Are you cold Berni, do you want a gown." Berni shook her head and then nodded when Lindsey asked if she was ready to continue, telling me afterwards that her mouth was so dry she couldn't speak. "Now Berni is going to turn around and bend over." She again gave a little nod and Berni began to turn unsteadily, her legs looking like they might buckle. The camera zoomed in on Berni's ass, "Umm sexy bum." Kay whispered. Berni bent at the waist, her legs staying straight and her taut ass cheeks parting. "If the camera can zoom in a bit we can see Berni's perineum and anus." Lindsey continued to talk but I don't think anyone was taking much notice, our minds filled with the vision of Berni's puckered hole. James called cut and came to me, "If you're ready to shoot now we could get your segment finished before lunch and film the couple scenes after lunch." I said something about being as ready as I'd ever be. Kay, Gianna and Michael all gave me a peck on the cheek and wished me good luck, which was lovely. Berni had just stepped down off the stage as I reached them, I was smiling madly and wanted to cuddle her but Lindsey moved her body ever so slightly, imperceptibly blocking my path. I knew she'd done it deliberately and was annoyed, only her conversation with Berni stopping me from saying anything. "Good girl, did you enjoy that?" Berni nodded meekly "Good girl, now go and take a seat over there." 'Good girl?' Who the fuck did this woman think she was; and what had happened to Berni; my joyous, strong woman. Without thinking I followed Berni the short way to where the others were standing taking off my gown as I did so and putting it on her. She tried to refuse but I pulled her in close, kissing her and asking was she ok. In a much clearer voice than I was expecting she whispered in my ear "I'm fine." Smiling and winking just as our faces parted so no one else could see. I was confused. I'm not sure what expression was on my face as I returned to Lindsey but it wasn't the big smile I'd had all day, nor was my dick it's normal big happy self. Obviously sensing this Lindsey took my hands and looked into my eyes and in what I thought was her deepest, most alluring voice said, "Trust me Joe, you do trust me don't you." I didn't know whether to laugh or tell her to fuck off and fuck her video. I was doing it because I wanted to, not for financial or educational reasons but because both me and Berni were tarts and exhibitionists and loved being looked at. It was this thought that made me nod that I did trust her. My mind seemed clear as I stood up onto the stage, turning so everyone could look at me. Most of the crew were trying to look busy but I caught a couple giving what I thought were admiring glances. James was busy talking to the camera man and Berni was sort of cocooned by Gianna and Kay, both standing protectively close, with Michael just behind them. They were all smiling at me and then Berni's eyes lit up and her smile got wider as she turned her head to talk to Michael. He feigned shock and shook his head but couldn't help but laugh and it was obvious Berni was saying something very crude to him, Kay's eyes widening like saucers and her hand covering her giggles, Gianna smiling bemusedly. Michael moved in front of them, almost beside James and in a more commanding voice than I thought him capable of, said "Listen up everyone, I'm reliably informed that Joe wants you all to stare at his dick. It will help it to grow, apparently." After an inevitable silence there were a few sniggers and a funny atmosphere, people not sure what to make of this announcement. Berni had the wickedest grin on her face and even Gianna seemed to have understood fully, a gleeful smile on her face as she stared directly at me. The whole room watched and then laughed as Kay took a few steps forward, making circles with her fingers and raising them to her eyes, binocular style. Even James had a silly grin on his face as he gave me a thumbs up, the only one not happy was Lindsey, she gave a half smile but I could tell it was forced. Sensing this, James called for some order and said we'd start shooting when Lindsey was ready. I could see her composing herself and I was momentarily conflicted as to how to behave, the cock side of my brain winning out as I looked down, trying to see down her blouse and imagining what might happen as my dick bobbed around almost level with her head. Lindsey was talking directly into the camera and I was looking down at her bum, my thoughts becoming increasingly lurid. "Oh." She said as she turned, my previously semi flaccid cock now rigidly sticking up at 45°, directly at eye level. She was quick to gather herself, smiling at the camera and saying, "As you can see Joe is happy to be here today." She started to explain about male nipples, but I wasn't really listening, lost in my own thoughts; thoughts of all that had already happened today, thoughts of the camera and thoughts of all the eyes on me. I could feel my balls tightening and was aware of my breathing, trying to stay calm and still. I could see the crew and I could see the eyes glued to James' monitor, I could see the light blipping on top of the camera to indicate it was zooming in. I jumped, an electric shock passing from the tip of my dick, through my balls and up to my brain. Lindsey was showing her finger to the camera, "This is called pre-cum, it is produced by an aroused male and helps to lubricate the urethra and makes it easier for sperm to be ejaculated." OMG, she had wiped the pre-cum off my dick and was now twisting her finger so it wouldn't drip off. "Cut." James called, "That was, umm, interesting." He said as he came over to the stage. This was bizarre; looking down, James was facing Lindsey, my dick stood erect between them. With a smile on his face he offered her a hankie, "Unless you have other plans for the goo on your finger." She lifted her finger as if offering it to him before wiping it with the hankie, both of them sniggering at some little private joke. "Right everybody, catering will be here shortly; we'll start back at 2." I was still incredibly horny as I stepped down and joined the others, Kay holding out a dressing gown for me and saying, "Put this on in case you get mistaken for a sausage." We all smiled except Gianna who looked confused, Michael helped out, "salami." She smiled and nodded, "Ah, big salami." We all kinked up. "That was wild; I can't believe she cleaned off the end of my dick." "I hope you don't mind." It was Lindsey, I hadn't realized she was stood just behind me, "it was about to drip on the sheet and I didn't think that would look nice in the video." "Also I love the silky smooth texture of it." She said this in a lower voice as she leant in closer. The door to the studio opened and Sarah showed some caterers from a local restaurant in, carrying big platters of food and urns of tea and coffee. Everyone attacked the platters as if they hadn't eaten in months, only myself and Berni standing back and watching, Sarah joining us. "How's it going, have you fucked yet?" Sarah asked excitedly. Berni filled her in on the morning's events and asked if Sarah would be coming to watch in the afternoon, Sarah saying she'd love to but had a pile of work to do, "Also James might tell me off for shouting directions from the sidelines." The one thing Berni didn't mention was how Lindsey had behaved which I was surprised at and couldn't wait to ask her about once Sarah left us. "I don't want to talk about it now. Just trust me, I promise you won't regret it." The twinkle in Berni's eyes had me intrigued, also what was it with these women asking me to trust them. Neither of us felt like eating and were just finishing our drinks when James called out '5 minutes everyone.' The stage had been replaced by a double bed and you could tell by everyone's small talk and jitteriness that it was definitely the elephant in the room, it was only there for one reason. I think me and Berni were the least nervous there as we surveyed the scene, both taking off our gowns before we needed too and walking around chatting. "I love your bodies and I love that you are happy." Gianna said, a big, genuine smile spread across her face, pointing to the bed she said "and now you have sex?" Kay and Michael both giggled but we just smiled and nodded, Gianna clapping her hands excitedly and saying "ooh." James and Lindsey seemed to be disagreeing and as ourselves and the crew were watching them they went off to a side room. We were all a bit bemused and wondering what exactly was going on. Kay offered us the gowns but Berni looked at her 'as if?" "You two really do like being naked and having people look at you, don't you." She observed. We said we did. "That's wonderful. It's very appealing; I wish I could be so confident and happy in my own skin." "You should be, you're a very beautiful woman with a body that many men would drool over, including this one." Berni said this pointing at me "But it's more about loving your own body and expressing yourself however you wish, fuck everybody else." "Hallelujah sister." Michael said "I spend the whole time in the noddy nude at home, have to be careful with the cats claws though, he thinks all dangly things are for him to play with." We were laughing and digesting this as Sarah entered the studio looking very grim and went and joined James and Lindsey. They seemed to be in there ages, the occasional raised voice audible. To change the atmosphere I asked Berni if we should lie on the bed and fuck anyway. I was only joking but it looked like she was considering it, probably to call my bluff, when Sarah came out and over to us. "Things are not good, basically Lindsey wants to have you sucking and fucking like rabbits and James says that's too pornographic and won't get the license we're looking for. The most he'll agree to is close ups of you entering Berni and then cutting." "As boring as it is I think he's right about the license, he's already accusing her of having her own agenda and of going too far this morning." We didn't know what to say, Sarah continued in a more hushed tone "I think Lindsey is use to getting her own way and bending people to her will." "Definitely; she has me pegged as a meek little bimbo who she can control as she wishes, I saw straight through her as soon as we started filming this morning." I was astounded, all this was news to me but did explain some of what went on earlier. Sarah looked at Berni, her eyes widening and a big smile creeping across her face as Berni looked back, her eyes alight with mischief. "You're wicked, what are you planning?" "We're going to play along for a bit and then when we've got her where we want her we'll turn the tables." I went to say something but Berni beat me to it, "Trust me Joe, we're going to give her the ride of her life. All you have to do is be your horny dog self." "I'm sure he can manage that." Sarah said smirking. Before I could even begin to think of what to say we were interrupted by James signaling for Sarah to join him and Lindsey again. I moved myself and Berni closer to the wall so we had a modicum of privacy. "Do you want to explain this to me, because I'm confused." I asked. By the look on her face I expected some smartass answer but instead Berni kissed me before saying, "You do trust me don't you?" Fighting every instinct to blow a gasket I managed to nod, Berni continued, "Well some sex is more about the mental than the physical, think about all the things we did to Becky and to me for that matter, how we all got off on it." My mind was instantly filled with images, Sarah and Berni pulling Becky's hair as I came all over her face; Berni lain on her back, legs spread wide as we all watched Ana, my Portuguese barber, shave her cunt with a cut throat razor as Ines, Ana's girlfriend, had taken close up photos, then Sarah pinning her down and almost choking her as Jaoa, Ines' brother, had tongue fucked her ass and pussy. The images had me instantly hard, my dick sticking out through the flap in my gown. I could tell Berni was again fighting the urge to say something smart instead just taking my dick in her hand and gently wanking me "Physical feels wonderful, but physical and mental combined are incredible." Berni tightened her grip and pulled harder, "You want to fuck her, don't you?" I found myself nodding, "You want to stick your big dick down her throat, don't you?" "You want to come all over her tits and make me lick it up, don't you?" As Berni let go I was a trembling wreck, my balls and dick aching for release. Berni leant in closer, whispering "Together we'll fuck her head and her body till she's begging us to stop. Now turn and bow to our audience." Every eye in the room was on us, watching Berni give me a hand and mind job. My throat was dry and my brain whirling, Kay managing a silent 'wow' as I smiled at her. "Berni and Joe could you come over here a minute please," It was Sarah calling us to the side room. Before entering she stopped us "What were you two up to, I know by the silence and the look on your faces." Berni just tapped the side of her nose, getting a whispered "Bitch.' From Sarah. "Things are fairly fucked here, both James and Lindsey wanted to speak to you." We entered the room, the atmosphere thick with the words already spoken, both James and Lindsey looking equally upset and deflated. James spoke first, "I think Sarah has already told you that me and Lindsey have different opinions on how to proceed." We nodded, "well unfortunately we can't seem to reconcile those differences and as such we won't be able to continue with the video." We were both shocked, looking at James who was almost crying, at Lindsey who had a defiant look on her face and at Sarah who just mouthed 'sorry'. "You two have been incredible." James continued "and one day I'd love to work with you again, even with your clothes on." It was very genuine and touching and we all got a bit choked up, only Lindsey's expression never changing. He finished "I think Lindsey would like to say a few words now." "I would but I'd like to speak to Joe and Berni alone if that's ok." Both James and Sarah looked at us to see if this was ok, satisfied that it was, they left; Sarah throwing her eyes up to heaven and then winking at us as she left. "Now Berni and Joe, you have been very good and very brave today." I held her stare, fighting to hold my tongue, only my awareness that Berni's demeanor had changed, her eyes downcast and head slightly bowed, keeping me quiet. "I had wanted you to be even bolder and braver this afternoon but James wouldn't allow it." She paused, "would you like to be braver and bolder?" I didn't know whether to answer but decided not to, Lindsey only really looking at Berni. "Berni." Lindsey's voice more commanding, causing Berni's head to lift "Would you like to be braver and bolder for me?" A small voice said "Yes." 7

Outdoor Shower I always wanted an outdoor shower in my back yard. The ones to rinse the chemicals from a pool off. I visited a friend who had one and that was it, I had to have it. I always enjoy the trip to the hardware store. I get to tease and flash the workers and maybe some lucky customers as well. This trip wouldn't be any different. I flipped through my closet and found a sun dress i hadn't worn in a while. Mostly because it was really too loose on me. A friend gave it to me and I didn't have the heart to tell her that it didn't fit right. She has 20 pounds on me, but I took it anyway. I do like the pattern, but it makes me look like I don't have any curves at all. The good thing about it, is that it has a 8 inch slit up both sides and the neck line is low. My friend is a bit taller than me as well, so it's a little shorter than one I would have bought. That makes the slits stop just below mid hip and since it's a little big, the neck line droops more than it should, perfect for bending over. Slipping on my sandals, I grabbed my purse and out the door i went. Arriving at the store, I opened the door and felt a sudden wind hit me. Cooler weather was approaching and I longed for summer to never end. At the moment, it did feel good, my pussy was feeling hot from anticipation of being shown off. I've been flashing for years, since high school and I still get wet and excited each and every time I do it. Walking across the parking lot, I noticed a few guys watching me, well watching the hem of my dress, waiting for the wind to do them a favor. I did nothing to keep it from happening, but it didn't, a little disappointed, I grabbed a cart and started my shopping. First, plumbing. I would need some pvc to run out to the new shower. I knew the store quite well, being one of my favorite places to flash, but I noticed a nice looking young guy at the service counter and I just had to ask for help. I leaned into the counter, letting the fabric fall away from my chest, while I waited for him to help me. When he came over, he never looked at me, well, not my face, he openly stared at the cleavage I was showing him. He gave me, my chest, directions and I thanked him and left feeling him watch me walk away. Reaching the plumbing section I looked around for some help, but no one was around. I knew what I needed and just helped myself until someone showed up. He turned out to be a guy around 40, not bad looking, fairly good shape. He actually snuck up on me, reaching for the pipe that I had my hand on and pulling it down for me. "Let me get that for you" he said politely. I thanked him and told him what I was doing and how much I would need to get it done. Without a second thought he pulled all the pipe down for me. I had to thank him for his hospitality, so I got the joints to connect everything myself. The were of course, near the bottom shelf. I bent over to get them, taking my time to make sure I had the right ones. I heard him stop and I knew he could easily see down the top of my dress. He had to be getting a clear view of my breasts hanging in all their splendor. He came closer and asked if I needed any help deciding and without leaning back up, I looked at him and told him no, that I was fine. I heard him mutter, "you sure are" so softly that I'm sure he didn't mean for it to actually come out loud. Next was the hardware and fixtures. I didn't have to wait there, I found a young woman about my age there. Dare I flash a girl? I thought I would test the waters and see how she took it, if she wasn't receptive, I could always find someone else later on. She came up to me and asked if I needed help and I told he the same thing I had told the last worker. She pointed out a couple of different shower heads that were designed for outdoor. One of them was low on a shelf and I thought it was now or never. I bent over letting the fabric fall away from my chest like before, clearly giving her a good look. She got quiet for a moment and I knew that she had seen my breasts. She then carried on with her descriptions of the different shower heads. I knew it was alright when she brought one to my attention that was even lower than the last one. I actually had to squat down for this one. She had already bent down, pointing something out on the box. I followed her lead and did the same, letting my legs part slightly when I did. She looked right at my shaven pussy and stopped in mid sentence, then blushing a little she continued telling me about it, I watched her steal glances at my pussy and the thought of turning this girl on, was making me wet. I never wanted to get up. We did however have to get up finally. I really didn't want to spend the money on that particular one, but the one next to it was nearly the same thing for much less. I bent back down again, letting my legs part a lot more than last time, giving her a nice shot. She couldn't help but stare and I took as much time as I thought I could and got up and thanked her for her help. She told me anytime and to be sure to let her know if I need more help in the future. I gave her a wink and told her I would. The last thing I needed right now was a couple bags of quik crete. I wanted to pour a small slab to stand on, so it wouldn't ruin the grass. I found a young couple on the way, looking at doors and although I didn't need one myself, I started browsing anyway. The girl that helped me had made me very hot and even bolder than I might have been. I positioned myself so that I was on the opposite isle, but with how the door displays were, you could see right through. I waited to get the guys attention and when I saw him look my way, I fanned my dress like I was hot. It caught his attention, and he positioned himself so that his wife couldn't see me, but he could. I toyed with the top button of my dress for a moment, actually undoing one button. I really didn't need to, but I knew he wouldn't look away if I did. I saw him whisper in his wifes ear and she turned to look at me. I pretended not to notice them and kept toying with the buttons and fanning my dress. They were both watching me now and it drove me nuts. I walked a little further back, both to find a better spot to flash them and to see if they would follow. I found a door that was a little to the inside of the isle, so i actually had to step in a little to get a good view of it. It was a glass door with two way mirror tint on it. I knew this but pretended not to. I saw them out of the corner of my eye, on the other side. I took this as my que and looked around a little like I was trying to see if anyone could see. They ducked away and then came back. When they did, I undid 3 more buttons and slipped my breasts out into the open. I was on the mirror side of the door and was watching myself play with my nipples. I could just barely make out through the glass the couple on the other side. They too had stepped in some to get a better view. I could see his hand on her belly, stroking her skin under her shirt. She had her hand on his crotch, rubbing him through his jeans. I then got as bold as I had been in a long time and raised my dress, and played with my clit for a few minutes. Here I was, my tits hanging out and fingering my clit, right in the store. I wanted to come right there, but heard someone coming, so I quickly buttoned my dress back up and stepped back in the isle, just as an older guy walked by. He gave me a quick glance and kept on going, not thinking anything of it. I decided I had better get my concrete and get out of here before I lose it. I noticed the couple following me and thought, one more time would fine. I found another empty isle and glimpsed back to see if they were there, when i saw that they were, I bent over and adjusted the strap on my sandal, letting the back of my dress slide up at the same time. I know they could see my pussy peeking out beneath my bare ass. When i stood up and turned again, the girl was standing just behind me. Her guy was still down the isle a little. She whispered to me that he wanted to see the two of us flashing him at the same time and wanted to know if it was ok. I smiled back at him and she sheepishly asked if he could take our picture as well, maybe outside in the garden area. I couldn't pass it up and took her by the hand and led the way, leaving him to follow behind us as we went. She also had on a short skirt, so as a treat for him, before we stepped into the main isle, I reached up under her skirt and bared her ass to him. It felt great to have my hand on her bare ass. The garden area was busier than I had thought it would be, but we found a place near the fencing that we could duck into and he could get a few shots off without being caught. We stepped into a secluded spot and she immediately began unbuttoning my dress. I put my hands on her hips and slid her skirt down a little. I could see him across the isle in his own little secluded spot with a digital camera. When she had all my buttons undone, she came up behind me and pulled the fabric apart so he got an unobstructed view of my body. I let her pull the dress from my shoulders and it fell to the ground, I stood there completely naked. I wasn't letting her get away with not being naked, so I turned her so that he could see us both and I pulled her skirt down until it too had dropped. I then pulled her shirt up exposing her tits and man I just had to suck on her puffy nipples. I bent down and took one in my mouth and felt her hands in my hair when i did so. I heard her let out small little whimpers and I wanted her to scream out, but knew that wasn't an option. I felt her pulling away and before I let her go, I dropped down and lick her clit a few times. She pulled my head into her and then pushed me away quickly. She reached down and pulled up her skirt and motioned for me to do the same. I could now hear someone just on the other isle from us and pulled my dress back on. I barely got it buttoned before they rounded the corner. I gave her a little kiss and thanked them, took a piece of paper out of my purse, wrote down my email and told them to send me some copies. They agreed and I found my cart. I grabbed my concrete and got out of there so I could go home and fuck myself. Feeling extra daring, I undid my buttons again and drove home with my body completely exposed to whoever looked in my car. I even walked in my house that way. I barely got the door closed before I had my fingers in my pussy. I came right there, leaning against my front door. Trying to catch my breath I heard the door bell. I turned and peeked out to see my neighbors son, standing there. I nearly forgot to button my dress back up before I opened the door. I opened the door and he asked if I was feeling alright or if I needed some help. I looked at him oddly I guess and he turned to point at my car door standing wide open. Had he seen me run in? He was looking at me again and gave me a long look up and down. I glanced down and noticed that I hadn't buttoned my dress up straight and my pussy was peeking through an opening. I pretended not to notice, I was so horny from the store that I would have let him fuck me right there in the doorway if he tried. I let him have his look and knew then that he did see me when I got out of the car. It made me quiver inside. I laughed a little and followed him out to the car, well led him out to the car. I explained to him that I was putting in a shower and asked him to carry the supplies around back and I would meet him around there if he wanted. He told me that he would and that if I wanted he would help me get started installing it. I jumped at that chance and told him I had to change first. He gave me a sly grin and told me not to on his behalf. I had never had him flirt so openly with me before, but I liked it. I explained that this dress was just not good for digging or reaching or anything and I just had to get out of it. He smiled as he grabbed a bag from the car and just told me that at least it was cool. I laughed at that and went back inside. I knew he wanted me and I was going to let him have some if he took it. I couldn't just give it to him, but I could make it hard for him to resist. I found my tank top that I wear around the house after a shower. It's old and thin and very stretched out. It just barely covers my breasts but I pulled the neck line back and tied it up so that it would stay and it showed off my belly too. i also grabbed a pair of shorts that I made out of an old pair of pajamas. They too, were old and thin, a very light pink color. I had run a string through the waist band to hold them up but I pulled it out so that they would very loose on me. I knew I would have to be constantly pulling them up. I threw on an old pair of tennis shoes and headed out grabbing a hair band on the way. I stepped out just as he was rounding the corner with the last of the supplies and he nearly dropped what he had in his hand when he saw me. I was pulling my hair up and putting the hair band in it and when I did so, my arms were in the air, nearly letting my tits fall free on the sides of my shirt. I told him that I had found another outfit that would let me stay cool while we worked. He smiled and agreed as he dropped the bag on the ground. I asked him to grab the shovel and he paused not really hearing me I guess, he was still looking at me. He snapped to and headed for my shed. While he was busy I checked how I looked in the reflection of the glass sliding door. I looked absolutely porn star! Time to get to work. An hour later, we had the trench dug for the water line and I had most of the frame work together to pour the small slab to stand on. It wasn't hot yet, but it was sure getting there quick, but mostly from the working. I was sweating and it was making my shirt transparent. I of course, pretended not to notice, but John sure did. He was barely getting anything done, from stealing looks at my chest. He stood and stretched, trying to get his back in to position from all the digging. I offered him a water and he took it readily. After drinking nearly the entire bottle, he pulled his shirt off and wiped his face with it. He held it in his hands for a moment looking at me with a blank look. Laughing, I told him, "Forget it!, I know what your thinking and I'm not taking my shirt off." "Ahh come on, no one is around and it sure does feel good to have the breeze blowing on my skin." he teased while rubbing the shirt against his chest. "I'm sure it does" I responded with a big smile, and still laughing a little. "It will take a lot more than that to get me to take my shirt off. " "Oh yeah? I'll have to keep trying then. You know it sure is getting hot out here..." he mocked while wiping the the sweat off his forehead. I laughed again and headed for the shed to get a bucket for the concrete. "Would you mind getting the hose, so we can mix up the cement? I'll get the bucket and a stick to stir it." I asked him. "Sure thing, I need to rinse some of this dirt off anyway." he replied while turning for the house. A few minutes later we had the mix ready and he helped me pour it in the frame I had made. In the position I was in he was paying less attention to the pouring and more to the clear view of my chest he was getting. I smiled, "Can you please pay attention to how much is going in, this is too heavy for me to hold by myself." I told him with a light hearted tone. "What? Oh yeah, sure, I, uh, just, well, crap! Forget it." He stammered out. I don't think he knew that I had noticed him staring. I usually don't let on that I do, but sometimes it's fun to see them dance around the embarrassment. "Oh, it's like that? The only reason you are helping me is to get a peek at me, isn't it?" I teased him. "What, no, I mean, no, I wanted to help, but your just so, well you know, hot!" He managed to get out. "I'd be stupid not to look when I can now wouldn't I." he continued with playful flirt this time. "Well maybe I should go change, if I'm such a distraction. I sure wouldn't want to cause any uncomfortable relations between our families." I teased back. I wanted to see how bold he was feeling. I was giving him options on how things would continue. He could be bold and "insist" that I be comfortable, ensuring that he would see more, or he could agree and I would change thus ending the game. I would go along with what ever he decided even though I so wanted him to see and do more to me. Without a thought, "Oh hell no! This is your house and yard, you wear what you want to wear and I'll just have to "try" and not to stare." he said with great conviction, although his eyes were directed away from at the time. He slowly and shyly glimpsed my way to get a reaction from me. I was of course, looking right at him. he met my eyes and looked away quickly, while trying to fight back a smile. "Of course, your right. I would rather be comfortable, especially while doing work like this. Now if only you "could" keep from taking advantage of my clothes, we could get back to work and have this finished before the afternoon kills us with the heat and who knows, maybe we can go for a swim afterwards." I said teasingly. "I think I can control my eyes" he said while looking at me and jerking away. He did this a few times and we laughed. A few minutes later we had the cement poured and smoothed out, of course he was still stealing looks at my chest and I couldn't keep from smiling about it. It was then I felt the fabric in the ass of my shorts give a little. I had been on my knees bending over to smooth out the cement giving John the best look I could give him of my chest. I sat up, trying not to let him know. Damn it, my favorite shorts and I'm going to have to change... or would I, I could pretend not to notice and see what John says. Who was I kidding, he wasn't going to say anything unless it got so big that I'd have to be stupid not to notice. I "can" be stupid if I want to be. Evil thoughts began to flood my mind. I wouldn't purposely make it split open more, but I could just go on with my work and just see what happens. I got up brushing the dirt off my knees, still allowing John to look down my shirt. I turned a little as I did this trying to see if he would notice the small rip in my back side. When I stood up right and looked at him, I couldn't tell if he had noticed. I had bought a chrome pipe set to run up a decorative pole that I found, so I wanted to install that now. It would take the both of us to do it, one to attach it at the bottom and one for the top. I explained my plan to him and he agreed that it would be best if he did the top while I did the bottom. I wanted to do it this way so I could rip the opening a little more. He, of course, wanted to look down my shirt. We had just about got everything connected and although he was getting what he wanted, I was not. It didn't matter how I moved, they just wouldn't rip further. I sat up on my knees, almost directly in front of his bulging pants. It took some effort to keep from reaching out and touching it. "You know, we should have probably done this the other way around.." he was saying as I got up..."I am still finding it hard to not train my eyes any where else but on you." he continued with a little chuckle. It was then that I felt the fabric give way a little, not much but I bet I now know how to make it rip. Either get up and down a lot, or sit back on my knees with a little more force. "Well, too late now, and i can still go change if it is becoming a problem." I responded letting him see me look at his crotch as I did. "Oh no, I wouldn't hear of it. I will just have to keep trying to look away and focus on what I am doing. No problem at all, I can restrain it." he nearly blurted out, smiling at me, to let me know he caught my reference that I had made. "Well if your sure..." I teased, turning to find the last fitting before mounting the shower head. I could feel the cool breeze on my ass now. I know the hole couldn't be that big yet, but still yet, I had to find out if he could see it. I found the fitting on the patio sitting on the table we have there. I could see Johns reflection in the patio door and I knocked the fitting on to the ground, "accidentally", so when I bent over to pick it up I watched in the reflection the best I could. When I saw his eyes open wide, I knew he could see it. Now, how to make the hole bigger and how to do it without being obvious... We were nearly done, all we had to do was let the cement cure, connect the water to the house, and fill in the trench. Still I had not ripped my shorts out as much as I wanted. I had seen him shift his attention from my chest to my ass, but only when it was easy for him to look, He made no real effort to look. That meant the hole was only big enough to draw attention, but not big enough to see anything. I was thinking on this while I was filling in the dirt of the trench. It dawned on me then, I dropped the small shovel as if it really wasn't helping and got on my hands and knees to fill in the dirt by hand. I had my ass in the air and I could feel the fabric pull tight in this position. "What are you doing? Why don't you just use the shove..l...?" he asked in a voice that trailed off at the end. He was not quite behind me, but enough that my ass in the air got his attention. "The shovel wasn't really doing that great, so this is the only way to do it right. Do you want to do it? I'd be glad to let you..." I said with a bit of sarcism. '....uhh, no way, I, uh, dug that ditch, only fair that you have to fill it in. I'm just going to park it in the shade for a minute and wat...uhh, let you work." He replied as he moved into a better position behind me on the patio. "I see, it's the woman's job to do all the work while the guys just sit back and watch." I teased back. "Damn straight, like I said, I dug it, you fill it. I'm just going to cool it for a few." he mocked me this time. I let my ass sway from side to side a little while I worked. I spread my legs to move over a bit and I felt the fabric give just a little. I was directly in the sun now and I was sweating more than usual. The fabric of my shirt and shorts were clinging to me. This was helping my cause, not only was the fabric getting wet and see through, it helped the fabric tighten up enough to tear. I moved again and that was it, I heard and felt the fabric give way. It had to be exposing my ass hole and the bottom end of my pussy. I kept right on working as if I didn't know, and all the while I was saying, "I understand how it is, you want to help, but just to check out my tits and me being a woman who needs the help, just has to take it. A woman just can't get any help without strings attached..." I was complaining with a pouty voice, not really being serious, but had to say something, so he wouldn't suspect anything. "No, thats not it, I mean, I like a little peek if I can get it, but really, I did want to help, I wasn't doing anything any way and this way I can get some sun and have a little fun too. If you want I can help you fill that in, I was just teasing you before." he was telling me with a confident tone. "No, no, you just sit back there, relaxing in the shade, I'll be done soon enough any way." I replied and in fact I was nearly done, I only had about a foot left. When I finished, I sat back on my feet and felt the fabric give the rest of the way. It was now ripped from the top, near my waist band all the way to my pussy. Acting shocked, I turned in that position and felt my nipple slip free as I did. I reached back and felt my ass hanging out of my shorts. I quickly got up, turning my body so I could try and see the damage, letting my breast fall free, pretending not to notice because of the rip. All the while John had stood up and walked about half the distance to me, not really sure if he should do something or just enjoy the view. I looked up with him with what I hoped was a surprised expression. "You ass! My ass was hanging out and you didn't even tell me!" I kind of yelled out, more in a teasing but hurtful tone. "And look at this, my tits hanging out too and you still don't say anything!" again with the teasing hurtful tone, while covering my tit up and turning to face him. "I, uh, didn't notice your ass and your tit just came out when you stood up, what am I suppose to do, come put it back for you?" he tried explaining. I could see the bulge in his shorts had grown, he was now supporting a good size tent. The waist band of his shorts was even trying to pull away from him. I walked towards him and he turned to run. "Get back here you ass, I'm going to pound you one for that!" I yelled out and ran after him. He wasn't trying real hard to get away and I caught up to him easy enough. I reached out and grabbed at his waist band, but only succeeded in scratching him on his lower back. He darted to the side and shot past me, reaching out at the same time and snagging my shirt at the same time. It jerked me around and I nearly lost my balance in the process. He had managed to stretch my shirt enough that my neckline was just barely covering me. "Oh, now you are in for it. You had better run faster than that!" I teased and not caring about my bouncing tits trying to come out of my shirt I picked up speed and this time when he jerked left I caught his shorts and heard them rip some. The waist band was stretched and they fell just a little. Not far enough to show anything, but it was progress. He got far enough away that he had time to see what I had done. He gave me an evil grin and it was my turn to run. If he caught me, I know I would be minus something. "These were my favorite shorts! Payback is a coming and you better move it!" He blurted out as he turned on the speed. Laughing, I darted this way and that, trying to keep just out of his reach. I cut to my right and nearly put myself in the pool and having to catch my balance he caught up to me just as I was lunging forward. I felt his hand on my ass for a brief moment and then felt my shorts fly open. He hand got enough material that when I shot forward it ripped all around one side. Now I had an entire ass cheek exposed. He stopped, putting his hand to his mouth in mock surprise and again I was running after him. He shot all the way around the pool and was headed for open yard. I was only a few steps behind him when he surprised me with a quick stop and ducked down just enough for me to fly right past him. He was quick enough to grab my shirt from the back and this time, my feet betrayed me and flew right out from under me. I felt one strap give way just before hitting the ground. I landed hard enough to knock the wind out of me for a moment. I lay there on the ground, feeling wind try to fill my lungs and the warm sun on my exposed chest. "Oh shit!, I didn't mean to hurt you, are you alright? Can I get you anything?" he was asking while leaning over me. I couldn't have answered if I wanted to, I still hadn't got my breath back. I managed to hold up on finger, motioning him to wait a minute. I let me head roll towards him and in the position he was in I could see his balls through a gap in his shorts. He was now looking at me close, taking in my state of undress. What I hadn't noticed yet was that my shorts had ripped again and now part of my pussy was showing. "Damn, you are torn up, I can go get you something if you want." he was saying with genuine concern. I managed to prop myself up on my elbows and took a look at myself. He was staring intently on my pussy. I was a mess, he was right about that. "No, thats alright, I can manage I think, but thanks for being so sweet." I told him, waiting for him to stop staring a hole in my puss. Finally I motioned to get up and he broke away long enough to take my hand to help. I took it and he pulled me up. When I stood, my shorts just fell to the ground and my shirt was barely hanging on, now just a rag. His jaw actually fell open as he stared at me. "Ah, shit!, Now that ain't cool, my favorite shirt and shorts, rags!" I was saying in a hurt tone. "Yeah, they sure are.... damn you are fine!, I mean, I'm sorry but shit you are damn hot standing there like that! he muttered out with growing excitement. Laughing, "Put your eyes back in and help me out would you, I think I twisted my ankle. Can you either give me a shoulder to lean on or carry me to the house?" Without a word he scooped me up and headed for the house. I put my arm around him to help support my weight, but he really didn't need it. He still was staring at my body, not being coy or shy at all with it anymore. At the back door, he sat me down on my feet gently. As he did, he ran his hand along my ass. I gave him a look, hoping he would read me enough to push me against the wall right there. He didn't of course, in fact he blushed a little. I just couldn't make the first move. I wanted him to take advantage of me, not the other way around. Sometimes I just need to feel used and wanted. I turned to open the door and brushed my bare ass against his dick, I could feel the heat coming from it. I felt his hand on the small of my back and he pushed me against the glass of my patio door, holding me there. I didn't struggle and let him hold me there as I felt his free hand cup my ass cheek. He slipped a finger down into my soaking wet slit and it caused shivers to run down my back. He dragged my wetness across my ass and then i felt his hot dick head sliding between my ass cheeks to my pussy. I instinctively pushed back allowing him access. He let go my back and pulled my hips to him, sliding into me as he did. It was so wonderful to feel him and to be in broad daylight. I had no longer thought that when I heard my door bell. He stopped as sudden as he had started. I sighed as he pulled out of me and quickly left. "I'll catch you later..." he said as he rounded the corner of my house. Cursing who ever was at the door I slid the patio door open and started crossing the den. The second doorbell made me irritated and I nearly forgot how I was dressed, well undressed before I swung the door open. I had a robe in the closet next to the door. I pulled what was left of my shirt off and dropped it in the floor of the closet as I was pulling the robe shut. I opened my door to see my mail man standing there with a package. "Sorry to bother you, but this one came C.O.D. and I can't leave it on the step. Would you mind terribly or should I come back tomorrow?" he spit out in a hurried manner. He was also giving me a head to toe look. "Of course, come on in, I'll get my check book and take care of it now." I told him as I swung the door open wide and turned to get my purse. I felt the heat between my legs growing and was seriously considering jumping this poor guy. My robe wasn't meant for public show. It only came down about 3/4 my ass and I know I was giving him a real good show. That is also the reason he was giving me such a look before, my pussy just peeks out in front. "$47.50 is the total..." he was saying as I bent over to pick my purse up off the floor. I felt the fabric slide up over my ass fully exposing myself to him. I was so hot from John that when i stood up I didn't bother to hold the robe closed. I wrote the check out with my back turned and when i turned to give him the check he nearly fell over. He could see almost all of my front side with the robe open. I walked toward him holding out the check for him to grab, but he just stared at me, not taking it. To get his attention i took the check and ran it down my chest until his eyes broke free of me and I once again held it out for him. He held it as he scanned the package, trying not to look away from me the whole time. I couldn't stand it anymore and leaned back into the counter, running my hands all over my body, stopping to pull on one nipple and roll the other between my fingers. He stopped and again stared at me, not saying a word until i slipped my hands between my legs, trying to finger my clit with one hand while playing with my hole with the other. "I must be going! I uh, have a, uh, schedule to keep." he managed to stammer out. he sat the package down and almost ran out of the house to his truck. i just slid to the floor and spread my legs and began rubbing my slit as fast as I could while pumping two fingers into myself at the same time. I watched as people drove by out on the street with my door still wide open. I silently wished for another delivery as I had a powerful orgasm.... Sitting there, my legs spread wide for anyone who looked in my door, I couldn't keep my hands off myself. I crawled to the door and swung it shut as I laid back in the floor and started working on my clit again.

Operation - Mailgirl byNynah© Operation: Mailgirl Ch. 01 Claire Cameron Holliday checked her makeup in her compact mirror for what seemed like the fifth or sixth time since she'd entered the cab that morning. It was still as immaculate as when she first applied it in the bathroom of her hotel room thirty minutes prior, but she still cast a critical eye over everything she could. She couldn't recall the last time she had fretted so much over her appearance, but she also couldn't recall the last time she'd had an assignment that put her on edge as much as this one did.  She was twenty-five, four years removed from graduating summa cum laude from Duke University with a degree in International Studies. The oldest of four siblings to a career CIA officer and a police detective, her post-educational path was rather clear cut. She took a job with the CIA, hoping to work her way through the organization and attain the same level of confidence and respect as her father. However, she was still a woman in a male-dominated world, so her climb was always going to be uphill.  Working against her were her looks, the same ones she was still so assiduously critiquing in her compact mirror. At five foot ten, with shoulder length blonde hair, big, bright blue eyes that alternated from deep cerulean to almost teal depending on the lighting, accompanied by high cheekbones, full lips and sparkling white teeth, she had been told on more than one occasion that she was in the wrong line of work. She usually laughed these arguments off, calling attention to her eyebrows, which were dark brown, thick and very well-defined. But truth be told, she had given fleeting thoughts to hanging up her pencil skirts and long commutes and trading them in for a bikini and an exotic beach somewhere far away. Years of varsity volleyball and soccer had given her a lithe, toned body which often elicited more than its fair share of glances whenever she hit the beach. The gazes were often centered around her chest; she had been blessed with a pair of natural D-cup breasts which complemented her slim figure. Still, despite the allure of making a lot more money being on the cover of some men's magazine, Claire stayed true to the pursuit of what she considered her real calling in life. Her first few years at the agency were spent in training and she threw herself into it wholeheartedly, coming out at the top of her class. Despite her stellar record, however, she found she was being assigned to menial tasks like data surveillance and arm candy for dignitaries at official functions. She had made mention of this to her advisor within the Agency, a grim, no nonsense man by the name of Grimes, and he assured her the role for her would come sooner rather than later and she would need to seize it. Which brought her to why she was in a cab, weaving through downtown Seattle traffic, on her way to Mizutomo Tower, the newest skyscraper in the SeaTac area. It had gone up relatively quickly over the past two years, buoyed by the capital the Japanese conglomerate had invested in it. The promise of new employment and a stimulus to the economy were also driving factors. At eighty-five stories tall, it beat the Columbia Center by nine floors and almost all of those were occupied by the Mizutomo corporation. It had indeed brought new jobs to the Seattle market, with almost two thousand people milling in and out every day. Among those workers were a select group of thirty young women who had to deliver interoffice memoranda and packages, completely in the nude.  And today, Claire Holliday was going to join their ranks. She was on her way to become a mailgirl.  ***** "Clarissa Hathaway." It was the cover name she'd been supplied with by the agency, close enough to her own name that she would be able to respond to it for the short amount of time she was scheduled to be there. She didn't imagine she'd be using it much, however, given the fact mailgirls were known only by number. The lobby security guard peered at the cleverly manufactured ID, then back up at Claire's face. "Miss Hathaway here to see Madame Henckel," he intoned into his intercom before looking back at her. "She'll be down in a few to escort you up."  "Thank you," Claire said with more compunction than she actually felt as she slipped her ID back into her pocketbook and stepped to the side of the lobby desk to await her chaperone. This gave her a little bit of time to reflect on the circumstances which had brought her to this point, for what seemed like the billionth time in the past two weeks. ***** She'd gotten the email from Grimes and shot straight out of her seat and nearly ran the eighty feet to his office. "Claude Basara," she said breathlessly, standing in Grimes' doorway. "We're going after The Butcher."  Grimes hadn't looked up from his paperwork, his ever-creased forehead furrowed in deep thought. "Operation has been authorized, but there's still a lot of prep needed before we go all in." He gestured to a folder on his desk.  Claire moved into his office, shutting the door behind her before sitting down and reaching for the folder. "I almost didn't think one would be greenlit," she said, flipping through the dossier. "Not with Basara holed up in UEWA." He grunted. "It almost didn't," he replied, finally looking at her. "He's still there and shows no signs of moving." She frowned. The United Emirate of Western Arabia was a perfect sanctuary for a rich expat like Claude Basara, who sought to escape extradition by establishing legitimate business in a foreign nation. His extensive American criminal record meant nothing to the UEWA, not with the amount of money he was bringing into the country. He was untouchable as long as he never set foot back into the United States, a prospect which seemed to suit him just fine. "So what's our angle?" Claire asked.  "Not bag 'em and tag 'em, that's for sure. This one we're in for the long haul." Grimes steepled his fingers in front of his face, studying the young woman seated in front of him. "Have to know you're up for it, no matter what the cost." For someone like Claire, who had fought for everything she'd achieved, only to be held back by the bureaucracy and male-dominated hierarchy that still pervaded the clandestine intelligence community, being assigned to such a dangerous case was the opportunity she was looking for to prove her mettle. "I'm up for it, Grimes. You know that." He studied her for a few long moments before pushing another folder over to her. "This is how we get close to Basara." When Claire reached for it, he held it down before she could pull it towards her. "You can say no, just want to tell you upfront. But if you commit, there's no turning back. We only get one shot at this." Claire's frown deepened, but her curiosity was piqued. She could think of only a few circumstances in which she would say no to a chance like this, but she knew Grimes wouldn't have said it if it wasn't something he meant. "What is it?"  "See for yourself," he replied, releasing the folder from underneath his fingertips.  She opened it and began reading. Her dark eyebrows gradually crept up her forehead as her blue eyes scanned the pages, absorbing the information. "Mailgirls?" she blurted after a few minutes, looking back up at Grimes. "This is really our play?" He nodded, his face implacable. "Brass thought it would be the best way to get into his network undetected. His buildings in the UEWA are all staffed by mailgirls and he's looking to hire. They say his vetting process is extremely thorough, but you haven't had enough skin in the game long enough to be on his radar just yet."  Grimes' assessment was cold and clinical, as always, but that didn't stop Claire's mind from reeling. The CIA's best play to getting close to a dangerous international fugitive was to strip her naked and have her deliver interoffice correspondence. It was laughably implausible on its face, but here she was, seriously contemplating it as the next step in her career. "How does this even work out? What's the endgame?" "Like I said, it's a long term operation. You know how they go, Holliday. Recon first, then reassessment and reprioritization." Grimes' voice remained gruff, impassive. He was looking into her eyes, which Claire had always given him credit for, as so many of her coworkers tended to let their gazes drift over the rest of her body. "Basic vital information is there, but you'll get the full rundown if and when you commit." She exhaled a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding in. "How long do I have to think?" He leaned back in his seat. "Brass wants to get moving on this ASAP. Window to fill the spots in Basara's company doesn't stay open long. I'd say you have tonight to think about it. Need your decision by oh-seven-hundred tomorrow."  Staring at him for a few moments more, Claire flipped the folder closed and rose out of her seat. "You'll have it." ***** And they did, which lead to her present situation. As she gazed at her own reflection in one of the glass walls of the building lobby, it was plainly obvious why she was chosen. While she had taken the night to think about it, the choice to commit wasn't so much easy as it was necessary. Undercover agents took risks all the time... she just wouldn't have anything covering her, at all.  Grimes had told her to play a mailgirl convincingly, she had to experience the role. Thus her presence in Mizutomo Tower. The mailgirl phenomenon had started in Japan and had spread across the world. In the United States it was a little slower to catch on, but Seattle was a gateway to the east and many Japanese corporations had operations in and around the SeaTac area. Mizutomo Tower was the first of a handful of buildings that had naked young women running through its hallways, delivering mail on their bare feet.  It was ludicrous and degrading, Claire had told herself millions of times. She could never let any of her colleagues, family or friends know. The thought of exposing her body to strangers in a professional setting was enough to make her hair stand on end. Yet here she was, standing in the lobby of a building serviced by mailgirls, waiting for someone who would take her and show her how to be one of them.  The elevator to her right chimed and the doors opened to admit a tall, striking woman into the lobby. While Claire considered herself to be on the tall side at five ten, the woman approaching had at least two inches on her, even factoring out the inch-long heels clack-clack-clacking across the marbled floor. Claire couldn't help admiring the woman's figure, concealed as it was behind a tight black dress.  "Miss Hathaway, I presume," she greeted Claire, a slight German accent punctuating her speech as she came to a stop in front of the lobby desk. Claire nodded. "Madam Henckel."  "Mistress," Henckel corrected with a slight glare at the lobby guard. Obviously he'd made that mistake more than once before. "Shall we be on our way?"  ***** "I understand you will only be with us for a week or so?" Mistress Henckel queried in the elevator, her eyes raking over Claire's form.  "Yes," Claire confirmed, meeting Henckel's gaze. The cover identity the CIA had provided her gave her an appropriate backstory of a mailgirl needed for an international customer with a very tight time window.  Without preamble, Henckel reached out to grasp Claire's chin in a firm grip. It took all of Claire's willpower to restrain her self-defense training and stand there without reacting. "Yes, Mistress," Henckel corrected. "Mailgirls must address superiors with either 'sir' or 'ma'am' or by their titles. Do not make that mistake again." "I won't... Mistress." The word felt foreign in her mouth, but Claire forced herself to say it. She knew the life of a mailgirl would be degrading, but the immediacy of Henckel's indoctrination still took her by surprise. Grimes had told her to be prepared, and his words continued to ring in her head.  The elevator slowed to a stop and the doors slid open. Only then did Henckel release Claire's face. "Follow me," she commanded, striding purposefully out into the hallway.  Claire obeyed, falling into step behind the taller woman, her jaw still numb from the vice grip it had just been in. They were in what looked to be a service area, with grey concrete walls and exposed piping overhead, a stark contrast to the pristine marble floors and walls of the rest of the building. She wondered idly if Henckel was taking her this way to keep the inhabitants of the building from seeing her clothed. Henckel lead the way up a metal spiral staircase at the end of the hallway, her booted heels clicking on each step. At the top of the stairs, she placed her hand on a scanner pad on the wall next to the single door, which slid open slowly. In a move that surprised Claire, Henckel stood aside and beckoned with her hand. "After you." Resisting the urge to grimace, Claire nodded. "Yes Mistress," she said, walking through the door into a richly decorated office. Dark mahogany bookshelves lined the walls, and the large desk in the middle of the room was also made of the same material. Red velvet cushions lined the large chair behind the desk and the smaller ones in front of it. The equipment sitting on top of the desk looked state of the art.  Claire heard the door close behind her, then felt Henckel brush past her. "Middle of the room," the woman commanded. "Undress and leave your clothes on the table to your right."  Swallowing the last of her pride, Claire walked to the indicated spot, then turned to face Mistress Henckel, who now stood in front of the desk, arms crossed, facial expression stern.  Claire stepped out of her shoes and placed them next to the table, then reached to the side of her skirt to unzip it, sliding the garment down her legs until it collected in a pool around her ankles. Reaching down, she gathered it up and folded it neatly before placing it on the indicated table, something which elicited an approving click of the tongue from Mistress Henckel. Claire next reached up to undo the buttons of her blouse, exposing her ample bosom, supported by a red lace bra, which matched her panties. As she reached behind her back to unhook it, Claire could feel Henckel's eyes continue to rove over her body, even as her natural, but shapely and firm breasts came into view. The room was slightly chilly and Claire felt her nipples harden as the air hit him, sending an involuntary shiver through her body. She placed her bra next to her clothes, then reached down to remove the final piece of clothing. The red panties took their place on the table and Claire stood there, completely nude. She felt helpless, but she didn't let any emotion cross her face as Henckel started walking around her, inspecting her naked form. It wasn't the first time she'd had a physical examination, but the incredulity of this particular one was enough cause her to clench her fists in stressful anticipation. "Your body is in excellent condition," Mistress Henckel pronounced, coming to stand in front of Claire again. It wasn't a compliment, but an objective assessment. "No piercings, no tattoos... this is good." Henckel reached out to take hold of Claire's arms, which were straight to the sides. "Put your hands at the small of your back, and grasp your left wrist in your right. Spread your legs shoulder width apart and push your torso out."  Claire did as she was told, adjusting her body so her legs were apart, her arms were behind her back and her chest was thrust forward. She could only imagine how degrading this looked, and was slightly thankful the inspection was being done in a closed office.  "This is the 'Feet'' pose and is the standard position you will take upon entering an office after delivering your duties," Mistress Henckel informed her. The taller woman traced a hand down Claire's chest, through the valley between her breasts and down the flat of her abdomen before unceremoniously cupping Claire's exposed sex.  The action caused Claire to gasp in surprise and her eyes sought out Henckel's to glare at them. Their gazes locked for the slightest of moments before Henckel brought her other hand around to slap Claire clear across the cheek.  Henckel's voice was impassive. "You are not to look into the eyes of your superiors without their permission. Doing so would earn you a demerit, as would this." The hand on Claire's pussy moved upward, fingers tracing over the small patch of blonde pubic hair over her mound. "All mailgirls are to be hairless from the neck down." Claire swallowed, the feel of Henckel's hand on her body sending what seemed like electric shocks through her system. "Yes, Mistress," she managed.  Mistress Henckel smiled for the first time, looking down at Claire with a rapacious gaze. "Good, you're learning quickly. Let's get you up to speed. We haven't much time together, after all." She made to move back towards the door, but stopped as if remembering something. "And before we go any further..." The taller woman reached into her purse and fished out a thick black marker, the kind used for writing on postal packages. Turning back to Claire, she knelt down until her eyes were level with Claire's waist. The marker moved to Claire's left hip, just above her pelvic bone and slowly traced the number "20" on her bare skin. ***** "Over here. There's an empty mat." Mailgirl Number Twenty (she was not allowed to think of herself as Claire or Clarissa on duty) followed the other naked mailgirl to a lavender mat tucked in the corner of a foyer area. It was emblazoned with the company logo and was just wide enough to accommodate two kneeling mailgirls. Parked in front of it was a metal bowl filled with water. The other girl was Mailgirl Number Sixteen, who had been assigned to train Twenty for the duration of her stay at Mizutomo Tower. Sixteen was younger than Twenty by a few years, but had already been a mailgirl for two and a half. She had a delicately featured face and dark chestnut brown hair done up in a braid which hung between her shoulder blades. Her body was lithe and toned, a dancer's figure, if Twenty had to venture a guess. Her breasts were smaller than Twenty's, but were ample B-cups capped with small dark nipples. A sheen of sweat glistened on those breasts as Sixteen took her place on the mat. They had spent most the morning on various runs around the building, wherein Twenty had quickly learned that being a mailgirl was every bit as degrading as it sounded on paper. The same lustful, perverted stares from the mostly male employees greeted them at every department they visited, along with disdainful looks from the scant few female workers. Twenty could count on one hand the number of clothed women she'd seen, whereas they had encountered at least five or six other mailgirls darting through the hallways and stairwells, each moving as quickly as their bare feet would allow.  "It's like this," Sixteen said, demonstrating the proper position for "Knees". Dropping to her knees, she lowered herself, her ass coming to rest on her ankles while her thighs spread wide, exposing her shaved pussy to anyone who happened to be looking. She pushed her chest outward, thrusting her breasts forward. Her hands were clasped behind her back, nestled right above her buttocks. She looked up at Twenty and tilted her head, her green eyes twinkling. "Now you try." Twenty froze for a split second, enraptured as she was by Sixteen's brazenly open posture. She had seen mailgirls around the building adopt the same position during their morning runs, but now that she was expected to do it, her mind locked up.  Sixteen's eyes darted to a spot behind Twenty before looking back up at the blonde. "Hurry," she urged quietly. "There are people coming and mailgirls must be in the proper positions when not on assignment." This is ludicrous, Twenty thought to herself as she stepped onto the mat. Bending her knees and spreading her legs, she mimicked Sixteen's stance as best she could. She felt a cool breeze drift across her freshly shaven pussy as a glass door on the other side of the room opened, admitting a trio of well-dressed men. They started walked towards the two naked girls, headed for the low chairs surrounding a coffee table near the mat where Sixteen and Twenty knelt.  "Don't stare," Sixteen whispered under her breath. "Eye contact is not allowed unless authorized by a superior. Look down." Her voice did not belie any anger, but it did carry a sense of urgency, which snapped Twenty out of her daze.  Twenty fixed her gaze on a spot in front of her, still tracking the men with her peripheral vision. They were talking to each other animatedly, but all three were looking at her and Sixteen even as they approached the table nearby. Another involuntary shiver went up her spine and she had to resist the urge to cover herself up and bolt from the room. Instead, she pushed her breasts out further and spread her legs wider. You're only another mailgirl, she told herself. They don't know your real name and will never find out who you really are. You can get through this. Just play the part.  The men took their seats and continued their discussion, all while still blatantly looking at the naked girls kneeling mere feet away. Twenty could feel their eyes scanning her sweat-covered body, from her heaving breasts down to her warm and, as much as she was loathe to admit it, decidedly wet pussy. The entire situation was so ridiculous, she found herself being strangely turned on by the whole thing.  Twenty, like most attractive women, didn't mind flaunting her body whenever she was in the right situation to. Most often this was at the beach, where she could lay out in the sun and attract the attention of passersby. However, she never extended this into exhibitionism, and still covered up whenever necessary. So it surprised her to find that her nipples were standing to attention not because they were cold, but because she was becoming aroused. There was something scandalously wrong with kneeling naked next to fully-clothed businessmen and for reasons unknown to her, Twenty's body was betraying her mind.  "Sixteen," one of the men called out. Sixteen raised her head at the sound of her number and glanced over at the men. "Yes, sir?" "You're not a run, right? Why don't you come over here and introduce us to the new recruit." His voice was genial and both girls heard hushed mutters of agreement from the other two businessmen. Sixteen locked eyes with Twenty before nodding and rising up off the mat. "No, we are available, sir." It was true; the smartphones encased in black elastic around their biceps had been silent for the past several minutes. These Mailgirl Monitoring Units, or MMUs for short, were what summoned mailgirls from job to job. Twenty's had been linked to Sixteen's for the day, so whatever job the brunette was called to, Twenty was there with her. Walking over to stand in front of the trio of men, Sixteen and Twenty assumed the "Feet" position. Twenty felt their stares even more intensely as she spread her legs and thrust her breasts forward, knowing they were drinking in every inch of her unclothed body. Part of her felt humiliated by the whole idea, but she suppressed that feeling as best she could, rationalizing with herself that it was all for the cause, all for her career. But that didn't account for the dampness between her legs. "This is Mailgirl number Twenty," Sixteen said by way of introduction. "It is her first day here, so I have been assigned to train her." The man who spoke grinned lasciviously. He was short, portly and balding, probably in his mid fifties, with a round, pinched face that made his smiles seem predatory. "Fresh meat," he crooned, standing up and taking a step towards the girls. "I told you that you were going to like working here, Kenneth." One of the other men, who had been staring right at Twenty's pussy, looked up at the first men. He was much younger, likely late twenties and sort of attractive in the bookish, nerdy sort of way. Pushing his thick-framed glasses up on the bridge of his nose, he nodded. "I thought it was only in certain cities, Mort. I had no idea there was a Mailgirl program here in Seattle." "This one has been here only for a little while," the third man informed Kenneth, finally speaking. He was somewhere in the between the other two in terms of age, probably pushing forty with salt and pepper hair and a pleasant, if unremarkable face. "Ever since Mizutomo Tower went up." "They had one where you worked in New York, didn't they, Cash?" Mort asked, glancing back at his colleague. "Yeah, they did," Cash affirmed, flipping through his smartphone. To his credit, he seemed to take only a casual interest in Sixteen and Twenty, having looked at them merely once or twice since coming into the room. Mort was now directly in front of the girls, his round belly mere inches from Twenty's flat, naked one. "Were they as pretty as the ones we have here?" Cash tilted his head, sizing up Sixteen and Twenty. "Some," he admitted after a moment's deliberation. "Gotta say though, I've seen plenty of good lookin' mailgirls in my time, but Twenty is fucking gorgeous." Twenty felt herself flush red, the heat from her embarrassment traveling down her face to the rest of her body. She'd been complimented on her beauty before, but not while standing completely unclothed in front of three men she didn't know. It was simultaneously mortifying and electrifying.  Mort made a tsk-tsk noise. "Aren't you supposed to thank him, Twenty?" "Ah..." Twenty glanced over at Sixteen, who nodded almost imperceptibly. Turning back to Cash, she cast her gaze on his expensive-looking shoes. "Thank you, sir." Kenneth, whose eyes were now fixated on the slow rise and fall of Twenty's breasts, spoke up again. "What are the rules?" he asked, an undercurrent of excitement behind his words. Twenty dared a glance at his crotch; sure enough, she could make out the outline of his rigid cock straining against his pants. "Unfortunately, this is still America, so it's very much look, but don't touch," Cash replied with an amused expression on his face as he gleaned the meaning behind Kenneth's question. "Places like Dubai and Singapore, however, they tend to be a little bit more... lenient with their regulations on interactions with mailgirls." Twenty had read up on other mailgirl programs around the world. Cash was correct in the sense that American mailgirls were for the most part protected from being touched in any way by employees of the companies they served at. Ostensibly this was done to keep the girls from becoming full on sex slaves, and it worked in most circumstances.  "Still, doesn't mean you can't take full advantage of the whole 'look' aspect," Mort said, his eyes glinting. "Twenty, Ankles position." Twenty looked at her counterpart again for guidance, though her mind was already dreading what was likely about to transpire.  "Ah, sir, Mailgirl Twenty has not yet learned that position," Sixteen said. "May I demonstrate it for her?" Mort licked his lips in anticipation. "Go ahead, Sixteen. Show her the right way." Sixteen nodded, then turned to Twenty. "Do as I do," she instructed, meeting the blonde's eyes for a moment before turning her body around so her back was to the men. Bending at the waist, she lowered her upper body as far as she could, reaching her hands out to grasp around her ankles. This presented Mort and company with a complete, unencumbered view of her genitals, a fact that was not lost upon Kenneth as he fished his smartphone out of his pocket and began snapping pictures of Sixteen's bare sex.  "Well done, Sixteen," Mort said, his eyes drinking in Sixteen's presentation before turning to Twenty. "Your turn." Twenty swallowed, the lust in the man's eyes unnerving her to her core. Summoning ever ounce of willpower she had, she turned her back to them and emulated Sixteen's pose. She had felt naked and exposed before, but this was something new and even more humiliating, as she was basically thrusting her pussy at them. From her upside down viewpoint, she could see Kenneth furiously snapping pictures with his smartphone and even Cash had brought his out and trained it on Twenty's glistening slit. Mort had not, however, instead choosing to just stand just behind the bent-over girls, admiring their lewd displays. "You learn quick, Twenty," he crooned, a wicked smile on his face. Before she could react, his hand reached out and gripped her left asscheek, kneading the soft flesh roughly. Twenty felt her whole body stiffen at his touch. Despite the mailgirls' status as sexual objects, everyone from Grimes to Mistress Henckel to Sixteen had told Twenty that she would be just that, an object to ogle, not a plaything for the hundreds of men at Mizutomo Tower. Yet, she had witnessed more than one instance of a male employee initiating contact with a mailgirl during her admittedly brief run with Sixteen in the morning. None of it was near full on sex, but rather more of the pinched ass and tweaked nipple variety. She had asked Sixteen about it, who told her that overt and purposeful physical contact between employees and mailgirls was strictly forbidden by the letter of the law, but in practice merely kept the men from actively molesting the naked women who delivered their mail and memos. The way Sixteen told it was that the higher up on the food chain you were, the more you were allowed to get away with. As Mort's hand kneaded her ass, Twenty wondered what his spot in the food chain was.  Kenneth stopped snapping pictures long enough to look at Mort with some incredulity. "Hey, you're not allowed to touch her, are you?"  "Kid, when you've been here as long as I have, you know what you can get away with," Mort scoffed, his hand still planted on Twenty's ass. "I mean, how the hell do they expect us to look at these girls and not have some kinda reaction?" "I think that's exactly what they expect," Cash offered, an amused tone to his voice. "Sixteen, come here and take down this memo." Sixteen, who had not moved since assuming the Ankles position, glanced over at Twenty for the briefest of moments before straightening and walking over to where Cash was. "Yes sir," she said obediently, taking the proffered pen and pad from him.  Mort had a different idea in mind for Twenty, however. "Twenty, correct me if I'm wrong, but it looks like you're all kinds of wet right now. You're getting off on this, aren't you?" Twenty's first thought was to immediately deny his assertion, to say that no, this wasn't something she wanted or enjoyed and that she was utterly humiliated and offended by the entire situation that she was in. Yet, while part of her brain wrestled with that thought, another part came to the slow, gradual realization that, yes she was in fact enjoying being made to spread her legs and present herself to them and that she was excited by the attention. And there was no denying or hiding the fact that her pussy was almost dripping with arousal. Drawing a deep breath, she shook her head to clear the slight dizziness from bending over for so long before answering. "Yes, I am, sir."  He laughed loudly, the sound reverberating off the walls of the room. "Oh you're gonna fit right in here. Bless wherever they find you sluts." He finally took his hand off her ass, and she could see him move back slightly. "Do me a favor and spread those cheeks for me. I wanna see just how wet you are." What the fuck? Twenty's mind screamed internally, even as her hands traveled up her long, shapely legs to grip her ass and pull herself open even further.  "Look how fucking wet she is, Kenneth," Mort crowed. "These bitches totally love this exhibitionsm shit. Great we found a way to put them to good use." Kenneth merely made a murmuring noise of agreement, his concentration entirely focused on taking as many pictures of Twenty's drenched sex as he could.  It was a few moments before Mort spoke again, a new, dangerous undercurrent to his voice. "Hell, I bet she could get off right now," he stated. Before Twenty or anyone else could react, he placed the palm of his hand up against her asshole and plunged his middle finger deep inside her pussy. The intrusion into her most private of parts took Twenty by surprise, but she was so horny that any sound of protest was drowned out by the involuntary groan of arousal that emanated from her mouth. His finger met no resistance sliding into her, coming to a stop with his knuckle nestled between the outer folds of her labia. "Oh God," she whispered, chest heaving as she unsuccessfully attempted to corral her body's response to the fact a stranger's finger was buried inside her pussy. She felt her vaginal walls tighten involuntarily around the intruding digit, then exhaled a guttural sigh as Mort pulled his hand again from her, the finger slipping almost effortlessly out of her well-lubricated orifice.  "Pretty fuckin' ballsy of you to do that," Cash observed, his voice more amused than admonishing. He had stopped dictating his memo to Sixteen and was watching the older man's actions with a curious expression.  Twenty was gasping for breath as she heard Mort reply almost nonchalantly, "The hell is she gonna do? Rat on me?" He made a scoffing noise, then raised his middle finger, which was coated in Twenty's pussy juice, to his mouth and sucked it clean. "Nothing like the taste of a new mailgirl." Before anyone could offer any further reactions to what Mort had just done, the MMUs on Twenty and Sixteen's armbands buzzed to life, indicating that the mailgirls had received an assignment. Sixteen, who had been dutifully taking down the memo Cash had been dictating, offered the paper back to him. "Sir, unless you'd like me to take this to any employee in particular, Twenty and I must leave to attend this call." He nodded, taking the proffered sheet back with a dismissive wave. "On your way, then." Sixteen moved next to Twenty and touched the blonde on her shoulder. "We have to go." Twenty whispered a small noise of agreement as she straightened up out of the "Ankles" position, her sweaty, naked breasts heaving as she attempted to compose herself. Mort's intrusion into her pussy had been unexpected and unwelcome, but simultaneously arousing in the extreme. She willed herself to follow Sixteen as the brunette mailgirl led them to the elevator bank down the hallway. It was only when she knew they were out of earshot of the men did she dare speak. "What was that?" she breathed. Sixteen's look was almost apologetic. "That was illegal," she answered. " Any sort of sexual contact between employee and mailgirl is strictly prohibited." As they stood there, Twenty's pussy throbbed and ached and she had to fight the almost overwhelming need to touch herself. She knew that masturbation was allowed in the mailgirl ranks, but not while on duty. The rational part of her mind railed against the very idea on principle, as well as the fact she had just been touched in a way that amounted to sexual assault. "Doesn't he get in trouble?"  The elevator arrived and was thankfully empty. Both girls stepped inside and Sixteen pressed the button for their floor before answering Twenty's question. "Technically, he should," she said. "But I don't think he will." "Why? Who is he?" Twenty asked, brushing a sweaty lock of blonde hair out of her eyes.  "His name is Morten Mansfield. He was the one who brought the Mailgirl program to this area."  Twenty stopped brushing perspiration off her stomach to look at Sixteen. "So he's in charge of the whole thing. Great." She didn't need to wonder where his spot in the food chain was anymore. "Do we tell Mistress Henckel?"  Sixteen shook her head. "You can, but nothing will likely come of it. Maybe if it were any other employee, but Mr. Mansfield has been doing things like this for as long as I've been here and nothing has happened." The elevator was slowing down, but Twenty had caught the slight hitch in Sixteen's tone. "Has he ever done anything like that to you?"  The younger girl finally turned to meet Twenty's eyes. "At least once a week," she admitted, a hint of resigned sadness in her voice. "I hadn't seen him at all since last Tuesday, so I thought it was going to happen again today but... he seemed more interested in you." Great, Twenty thought to herself, offering Sixteen a sympathetic look as the doors to the elevator slid open. Both girls stood to the side to allow the other employees on before darting out, breasts bouncing as they ran to their next job.  ***** "Grimes, do you have any idea what they do to these women?"  Claire leaned against the front facade of Mizutomo Tower, finally clothed again. She had finished her first day as a mailgirl and it had been every bit as degrading as she thought it would be. After their encounter with Mr. Mansfield, the rest of their afternoon had been spent running the various tasks they'd been assigned by their MMUs. Both she and Sixteen suffered their fair share of attention from the male employees in the form of catcalls, derisive language and outright ogling of their naked bodies. Some had even been daring enough to touch them, though nowhere near the level of assault that she had gone through early on. By the end of their shift, both she and Sixteen were sweaty and aching; Claire felt as if she'd run two marathons. Completely naked, of course. "I have some idea, Holliday, but remember, that's not why you're there." Grimes' voice was as gruff and implacable as ever, even over the phone. "I know, but this goes beyond fucked up," Claire continued to reason, even though she knew it was futile. She hadn't told him what had happened to her; that particular memory was still a little too fresh and raw. "We can't just let this go on." Grimes' sigh was loud and frustrated. "Again, not why we're going through this," he chided her. "You have a week to learn this, unless you want to pull out early. Or altogether. But you know what happens if you do." The veiled threat in his words was plain enough, and it gave Claire pause. Of course she knew what would happen if she pulled out of this assignment. Her future in the CIA might as well be over, given her failure to complete a task of such importance. "Yeah, I get it," she breathed, the words grinding in her mouth. "I'm not pulling out. I'll get this done." There were a few moments of silence before Grimes spoke again. "It's not going to get any easier, Holliday. You think it's bad here, just wait 'til we get over to the UEWA. But if you think you're done there and can take it, then we can accelerate the op."  He was offering her an early out, and given the day's events, Claire was sorely tempted to accept. Just as she was about to tell him to give her a night to think about it, the door to the Tower opened and a familiar short figure emerged. Claire recognized the balding head of Morten Mansfield as he walked towards a waiting limousine idling at the curb.  "Holliday?" Grimes was still in her ear. "Hang on," she said taking a few steps back until she was hidden around the corner of the building, her eyes still trained on Mansfield. The stocky man clambered into the vehicle with the door held open by the chauffeur, but it wasn't shut immediately. She heard Mansfield shout something from inside the car, then the door to the building opened again. A quartet of tall, muscular looking men dressed in black suits exited the building and headed towards the limousine. They flanked a pair of shorter, slighter figures clad in identical beige trench coats with drawn hoods. Just as they all reached the car, the wind picked up and buffeted them, causing one of the trench coats' hoods to fly up and off.  Claire drew a deep breath as she recognized the braided hair of Mailgirl Sixteen before one of the suited men placed a hand on the younger girl's head and forced her into the car. The other figure was similarly handled into the vehicle before the men shut the door and the limousine pulled away from the curb. It didn't take a genius to reason out what had just taken place and every rational fiber of Claire's being screamed for her to take action. Instead, she pressed herself up against the concrete wall and exhaled slowly to calm her racing heart. "Holliday, what's going on?"  Claire took a few more seconds to compose herself before answering her superior. "Nothing, Grimes, it's nothing," she said as coolly as she could manage. "And no, let's not accelerate the op. I don't think I'm ready to leave here just yet." Not when unfinished business had just reared its head.

Our New Villa byBiggalute© Our New Villa Pt. 03 Berni stared at me with fierce emotion in her eyes, was it anger, lust, confusion, probably a bit of all three. She was still laying flat on the tiled floor of our terrace, Joao knelt between her spread legs and me knelt at her head, my sticky, cum soaked fingers close to her mouth. "Help me up." She said, it was barely audible, her mouth and lips dry. Joao moved and I sat Berni forward, she was small and I could have lifted her, but she put her hand out for me to pull her up. She was still unsteady on her feet as Sarah and Becky came and hugged her, the sheer intensity and emotion of the evening spilling out, Berni shaking and the three of them crying and laughing and crying some more. They really were a sisterhood, albeit a very kinky sisterhood. A small recap: In the mid nineties me and my fiancée Berni had bought a villa in Portugal, her two best friends, Becky and Sarah were staying with us, their wild, shared history coming to the fore and them introducing me to, and involving me in, their shenanigans. "I need a drink." Berni said as they broke the embrace, "Yeah Joe, get everyone a drink, what sort of host are you." Sarah joked, helping everyone to relax and start talking again. Ana, my Portuguese barber and the one who had earlier shaved Berni's snatch with a cut throat razor, gave Berni a gentle kiss on the lips, burying Berni's head in her shoulder as she again started to cry. Ines, tattoo artist, photographer and also Ana's girlfriend looked on with a gentle smile on her face. Not for the first time on this amazing holiday I was struck, struck by love, care and respect. It didn't seem to matter what we got up to, no matter how intimate, sexual or even humiliating, there was a shared bond and I felt privileged and excited to be a part of it. As I handed out the drinks, the only one who looked a bit uncomfortable and out of place was Joao. He could hardly make eye contact with me, probably uncertain about the dynamics and about my feelings, me having just watched him tongue fuck Berni's cunt and ass. I half smiled at him but I was also taking a perverse pleasure in his discomfort, a fact not lost on Sarah who came over, "Don't worry about this grumpy sod, I'll look after you." As she said this she kissed his ear and her leg went between his, he looked both excited and terrified; these were strong women, with strong appetites. I'd chatted to most people but not Berni or Becky, who were stood on their own, chatting quietly. I and everyone else had just watched Berni's pussy being shaved, her legs spread wide, her most intimate parts on show as Ines took close up pictures and she'd seemed to love it. As the photo shoot continued I'd sat finger fucking Becky, my big dick wedged between her ass cheeks as Joao had stuck his tongue up Berni's ass and cunt and Sarah had pinned her down, forcing her boob into her mouth so she could hardly breathe. Where did I start this conversation? They both looked at me, questioning smirks on their faces. On impulse I put my arms out and enveloped them in a hug, thankfully they cuddled me back. As reassuring and wonderful as their cuddles were, the feel of our bodies touching had an inevitable effect on me, my happily soft dick growing and hardening. As we separated, Becky laughed and Berni just shook her head. I smiled my 'it's not my fault smile' before asking Berni how she was doing. "I'm getting there, that was fairly intense. I couldn't believe how far he could get his tongue up my ass." I knew she was only saying this to wind me up but I did my best not to rise to the bait. "I didn't notice." I said nonchalantly. "Of course you didn't, you were too busy with your hand stuck up this tarts cunt." They both burst out laughing. I just smiled, everything was back to normal. The villa had three bedrooms and we'd already decided that Ana, Ines and Joao would stay the night before taking me back to the beach in the morning to collect my car. From the way Sarah had Joao pinned to a lounger it was pretty obvious that they would be spending the night together, Ana and Ines already offering to take the bedroom with the single beds so that Sarah could have the spare double. As entertaining as watching Sarah in full flow was, Berni eventually shouted at them to go to bed, "Before you break my fucking lounger." Joao was a little sheepish but Sarah was in full swagger, kissing, groping and hugging everyone goodnight. I offered everyone another drink, all of them laughing at me as I stood up, my dick sticking out obscenely, having just been squeezed by Sarah. I was a little drunk and happily stood there letting them gawk, "If I wasn't gay I'd like to play with that." Ana said, causing me to blush as I felt my dick twitch and harden even more, "Be my guest, there's plenty to go round." Berni joked, causing a few cackles; I just dashed off to get the drinks. When I returned Berni had fetched a few blankets, the mid May night turning a bit cooler. Ana and Ines were cuddled under one and Berni and Becky under another, putting on my best sad face I said "What about me?" "You and your dick can have one to yourselves." Berni said to more laughter, nodding to a blanket on the chair. Becky had been a bit quiet but as we sat there comfortably warming up and sipping our drinks she began asking Ana and Ines about themselves, how they met, what was it like for a gay couple in Portugal etc. She even arranged to get a tattoo the next week, Ines saying Tuesday was best for her, "What type of tattoo and where?" Ines asked her. "Something small and somewhere private, so only a select few will ever see it." "Select few! Half of bloody London more like." Berni said. When we finished laughing it was arranged for the next Tuesday evening, Ana shaving her first and then Ines doing the tattoo, "I hope you have a big studio because we're all coming to watch." Added Berni. I was very contented under my blanket, sipping my whisky and listening to the banter. Ines asked how long Berni and Becky had known each other. "Me, Becky and Sarah were at school together, then when we were eighteen we started going on holiday together, becoming closer as it were." She said this with exaggerated smile, "Then I met this big gallute." She said, pointing and smiling at me, "and that put a spanner in the works for a little while. But now that Joe has realized what a tart he is we're thinking of becoming a threesome." As she said this she winked at me and turned and gave Becky a smoldering kiss. Ines and Ana looked confused and I didn't blame them, I was confused. They broke their kiss with a little giggle, "Excuse me." Ana said "What is a big gallute and a spanner in the works?" The three of us started laughing, Ana and Ines spoke such good English that it was easy to forget that it wasn't their first language. "A big gallute is a big, clumsy man." Berni explained and they both smiled at me, obviously agreeing with and understanding the description. "A spanner in the works means messing things up." It was Ines's turn "How can Joe be a tart, he's not a cake or a female prostitute, I think." We all smiled at this and it fell to me to explain. "You're right, tart is used to describe a female prostitute but we use it in a more general way, say someone who enjoys teasing or acting sexily or someone who enjoys their own sexuality and is happy with it." They seemed to be nodding and I hoped they got it. "So does that make Joe a big tart? Ana asked. "Definitely!" Berni and Becky answered in tandem. We all settled down a bit, everyone lost in their own thoughts. Ana and Ines started talking quietly in Portuguese, something they hadn't really done earlier. Eventually Ana said, "Berni, can I ask you something?" Berni nodded, smiling "Are you and Becky lovers?" I was all ears and could see both Berni and Becky struggling to come up with an answer. Berni eventually answered, "It's complicated, we're very good friends who enjoy messing around and sometimes teasing each other sexually or helping each other with their sexual needs and desires. We have slept together and cuddled and comforted each other and yes we have had sex but I don't think we've ever made love. Does that make sense?" Ana began to smile, "So you're a tart?" "Exactly!" I asked if anyone wanted another drink but Ana and Ines said they were tired and going to bed, us three deciding on a night cap. I saw Ana and Ines to their room and showed them where the linen was, Ines giving a little hug and Ana giving me a peck on the cheek, "Thank you for an enjoyable and interesting day." "You're welcome, goodnight Ana, goodnight Ines." "Goodnight tart." They both giggled back at me. I think the name was going to stick. I went to the kitchen to get more ice before returning to the terrace, the bed creaking and grunts and groans from Sarah's room making me smile. I was tired myself and could've quite happily snuggled under a duvet and gone to sleep but I wondered if the girls had other ideas. As I handed them their drinks I decided to stay standing, enjoying the cool air around my semi erect dick. "Is that meant to impress or frighten us?" Berni said, pretending to cover Becky's eyes. "Neither, it's just me enjoying a lovely whisky and being bollock naked on my own terrace." As an afterthought I added, "It's been a mad day, a wonderful, sexy, mad day; thank you to both of you." "Sit down you tart." "I think it's time for bed, I'll sleep on the sofa if you two want the bed." The gentlemanly side of my brain made me say this, the dirty pervert side slapping him as it came out of my mouth. "Ok.' Berni said and they both stood up, gave me a peck on the cheek and walked passed me. They stopped, no longer able to control themselves, both nearly double over with laughter. "You should have seen your face." Berni said "Come here you silly tart." They both took me by the hand and led me inside. I didn't know what was going to happen but as I was led by these two incredibly sexy, beautiful, naked women, both of whom I loved, albeit in different ways, I felt I was in heaven. I have to admit that I was as nervous as I was excited, up until this holiday me and Berni had had a fairly straight forward sex life and even the sex on this holiday had been mostly spontaneous, my second brain doing all the thinking for me; this felt more planned. I was half expecting us to jump each other's bones as soon as we got to the bedroom, but Berni and Becky went to the ensuite, "You can piss while I brush my teeth then we'll swap." Berni said as she locked the door. I thought locking the door was strange but I was also thinking I needed a pee myself and I hoped they wouldn't be too long. I heard the toilet flush and thought they must have finished but when I heard them giggling and then the shower go on, I thought fuck it, I'll go the main bathroom. The door was locked, shit. I heard that toilet flush and as I wasn't sure who was in there I wondered whether I should move away from the door. Too late, Sarah came out and after initially being surprised to see me she broke into a big grin and grabbed hold of my dick which was only at half mast but achingly full of urine. "Good job I didn't try to put this up my bum, Joao just had his little pecker up there and it's already stinging like mad." She started giggling and leant in and gave me a kiss on the cheek, pulling my dick once before saying, "Goodnight Joe." I stood there open mouthed, it was official, Berni and her friends were insane. I returned to our bedroom as Berni and Becky were just coming out of the bathroom "Where you been?" Berni asked "I went to pee and to give Sarah a kiss goodnight." They looked puzzled but before they could say anything I continued "What kept you two so long?" They giggled before Berni put on an appalling French accent "Getting ready for a night of love." I just raised an eyebrow and went to cuddle the two of them, Berni stopping me and nodding at Becky "This slut has something to ask you." The jokiness had gone from Berni's voice and I wondered if we were back in the realms of Becky wanting to be humiliated and treated roughly, the way we had on the first day. I still felt guilty about it even though I had talked to Becky and she'd explained she loved it and got off on it. Becky's demeanor changed, she joined her hands, bit her bottom lip and tilted her head, trying to look shy, vulnerable and innocent, if you ignored the big tits and very slappable ass. "Please sir, may I suck your dick." She said in a slight voice. I started laughing; this sounded more like an Oliver Twist scene than it did anything sexual. From the look on Berni's face I realized I wasn't meant to laugh. I was thinking fast, I lifted my hand and gently lifted Becky's head so that she had to look at me, "Get down on your knees." I said in as steady a voice as I could muster. Berni's look said, 'that's better.' Becky held my gaze as she knelt, her face only inches from my engorged dick. I was incredibly turned on but fighting an internal battle. I had a beautiful and sexy woman on her knees in front of me, offering herself and wanting to be abused, and my equally beautiful fiancée encouraging me to use her and yet I felt uneasy, a bit of my brain saying this isn't right. I actually think I was about to stand Becky up and cuddle her when Berni barked "Open your mouth slut." Becky obeyed, "Wider!" I was losing my internal battle; Becky's lips were trembling as she struggled to keep her mouth open to its fullest and I had to lean forward so as to angle my rigidly upright dick into her mouth, trying hard to avoid scraping my large bulbous head against her teeth. I was looking down at Becky and she was trying to maintain eye contact as I inched forward. She suddenly gagged and I pulled back sharply, snagging my dick on her teeth as I did so. Why I hadn't expected her to gag I don't know, but as I stood there wincing and looking apologetically at Becky, Berni again took control. "You like to gag, don't you slut?" Becky nodded and opened her mouth again, inviting me in. I pushed in even slower and stopped as I felt Becky's throat start to spasm. I watched her intently as she slowly pushed onto me, her mouth still open and becoming accustomed to the invading monster. Becky's eyes began to water as I felt her throat tighten on the end of my dick, an incredible sensation that I'd never experienced before. "Close your lips." Berni ordered, "Suck that big dick." Becky did as she was told and it was an amazing feeling and an amazing sight, much more attractive than her mouth open like a sex doll. Her lips were half way down my dick, much further than Berni had ever managed to get and as she started to suck and swirl her tongue around I felt myself building to an orgasm. I was young in those days and when stimulated I had no trouble getting a second hard on shortly after coming, but me and Berni had practiced how long we could hold out without coming and I was determined only to cum when I wanted, I didn't want to yet. Berni moved closer and was pushing Becky onto me, her own boobs dangling next to Becky's head as she did so. I think Berni expected me to cum and it became an unspoken tussle between us, with poor Becky's face and throat in the middle. I distracted myself by leaning and pinching Berni's nipple, causing her to yelp and not push Becky's head so hard. I continued my assault on Berni, leaning further over and slapping her ass, my leaning also forcing my dick further into Becky's throat and partially blocking her nose, Becky pushing me away and gasping, her face a mess of tears, saliva and a silly grin I definitely wasn't expecting. "That's the deepest I've ever taken anyone." She gasped proudly. "Do you want some?" I said, pointing my dick at Berni. It's a funny thing, as much as this was about fulfilling Becky's kink, I'd also come to realize that it was about control. Berni loved to organize and control things and the fact that I hadn't cum down Becky's throat or over her face would annoy Berni. At that moment I decided that I'd carry on playing her games but that I would take some control, knowing I could do so in a way that would get all of us turned on and press all our sexual buttons. Berni gave my sticky dick a disdainful look but before she could say anything I told her to kneel up on the bed, on all fours. She hesitated and looked a bit uncertain and confused. "Just do it, and keep your knees together." She climbed on the bed and what a wonderful site it was, her ass cheeks spread and her shaven pussy and asshole completely on display. This was my first close up look since Ana had shaved her and I loved it. Becky was stood beside me admiring the view, both of us literally licking our lips. "Eat her asshole." I whispered in her ear. Her smile lit up her face as she pulled Berni's ass cheeks further apart, stretching her tight sphincter; Berni letting out a little groan as Becky's tongue gently probed her. Berni and her friends really were dirty, kinky girls and how she'd kept that from me for three years I don't know. It must have killed her trying to pretend to be Miss Proper, denying this side of herself. As I watched Becky's tongue probe deeper and heard Berni's moans get louder, any reservations I had about getting involved left me. I moved in front of Berni wondering what to do with my dick, whether to make her suck it or just jerk off over her. When I saw the look of ecstasy on her face all I could do was lean over and kiss her, her tongue darting into my mouth and her biting my lip as Becky probed her. I had an idea. Berni groaned as I broke our kiss, a hurt look on her face. I went to the bathroom to retrieve a tube of lube I knew Berni had put there when she unpacked the suitcases. Half of it was gone, what had they been up too earlier? Liberally applying it to my dick I returned and gently pulled Becky's head out of Berni's ass, both of them giving out to me for stopping their pleasure. Without warning I line myself up with Berni's pussy and started to push in. Her legs were still together and even though she was wet the opening was tight, the lube helping as I held her hips and pushed in, Berni letting out little yelps of pain and pleasure as I pushed hard, not stopping till I bottomed out. Berni was small and my dick was big, Berni always joking of a bruised cervix whenever I was deep inside of her. As I started thrusting hard I didn't care, my only thoughts being how quickly I could cum. After only half a dozen strokes I felt my balls tightening and knew I was near. I thrusted twice more before pulling out and coating Berni's asshole and cunt with my jism. As I caught my breath I grabbed a wide eyed Becky by the hair, shoving her mouth into Berni's holes "Now eat that." I would love to know what was in Berni's mind as she glared at me but I didn't ask, instead just presenting my only marginally softer, gooey dick for her to suck. Becky lifted her head and looked at me, "Is it all cleaned up?" I asked as I smiled at her messy face. She nodded. "Good girl, kneel up on the bed beside Berni." Berni was only licking at my dick, the head always being too big to fit in her mouth. As I pulled it away from her mouth I said, "I'm going to fuck Becky up the ass, you lie on the bed and play with yourself, I want to see every bit of your shaven cunt." Their faces were a picture, Becky wide eyed, nervous but I think looking forward to what was to come, Berni staring at me as if to say, 'who is this person?' Berni knelt upright on the bed, bringing her nearly to my height, without warning she slapped me hard around the face, glaring at me, daring me to say or do anything. As I smirked she hit me again, I saw it coming and could have stopped it but was actually quite enjoying the scene, the venting of emotion. I held Berni by the shoulders, she was fuming and trying to slap and kick at me, calling me all sorts of names as I pinned her back on the bed. Becky was as use to Berni's temper and spirit as I was and I know she would have been on Berni's side if there was a need but as I held Berni firmly, she smiled at me. "Sit on her face." I told her. "Yes!" I think that was in her mind as well. Becky was the same height and shape as Berni but not as defined, her little extra weight making it easy for her to climb on Berni's face and pin her arms down with her knees. "You're two fucking cunts." Were the last words out of Berni's mouth before the sound was muffled. Berni's legs stopped thrashing as her mouth got to work and I stood off the bed, "Is she a good pussy eater." I asked. "Absolutely, she's had plenty of practice before." Becky said with a cheeky grin. Again I realized how little of the real Berni I knew. I wondered what to do next, would I play with Becky's gorgeous tits or with Berni's tits or fanny. Becky decided for me, "Stand up on the bed." As she started sucking my dick she told me not to cum, "Save that for my ass." She gave an incredible blow job and I desperately wanted to explode down her throat but also to fuck her ass, decisions, decisions. I pulled out and realized that Becky herself wasn't far off coming as she grinded herself onto Berni's face, "Don't cum, wait for Berni." I said as I went to work on Berni. I couldn't get over how beautiful her shaven pussy was and could happily have looked at it and played with it for ages but I had work to do. Berni had taught me over the years what she liked and she was soon wiggling about and bucking her hips as I flicked her clit with my tongue. The whole bed was shaking as Becky thrust back and forth against her face and Berni bucked her hips up and down, both of them sharing a shattering orgasm. Becky leant forward and kissed my messy mouth, licking up the messy mixture of my saliva and Berni's juices. She was one kinky bitch We lain down, Berni and Becky tightly entwined and me spooning Berni, my arm cuddling and caressing the two of them. The comfort and beauty of this position and the exertions of the day nearly had me dosing off when I heard them giggling, "What?" I groggily asked. "You started snoring, I'd rather watch you fuck Becky's ass than listen to your snoring." They both thought this was funny and as Berni's hand found my soft dick I knew I had no choice. It's a hard life. Our New Villa Pt. 04 I was up early the next morning so Ana and Ines could drop me back at my car before heading off to work themselves. As we had a quick coffee you could tell they both wanted to ask about the night before but were too polite; Ana smiling cheekily as she commented on how tired I looked being their only reference to me sleeping with both Berni and Becky. They waved goodbye, thinking it was very funny to shout 'See you soon tart' at me as they drove away. Berni and Becky had called me a tart the night before and we'd had to explain what it meant; now the name seemed to have stuck. As I drove back to the villa I was trying to get my head straight and wandering what awaited me; we had slept with Berni cuddling Becky and me behind Berni, cuddling the two of them. They were still asleep when I got up, Berni briefly stirring as I kissed her shoulder in parting. The weather was cloudy, the first non sunny day we'd had since arriving and I decided to drive around a bit, passing through a few local villages as they were just coming to life, stopping in one to pick up some pastries before heading back. There was no one in the kitchen but it was messier than I'd left it, I refilled the coffee maker and headed to our bedroom, the sounds of giggles greeting me at the door. I was still uncertain in my head as to our new formed relationship and entered the bedroom sheepishly, I needn't have worried. Berni and Becky were sat up in bed drinking coffee, the duvet across them and beaming smiles on their faces. "What kept you? we thought you'd changed your mind." Berni said "About what?" "Well, you still owe Becky a good ass fucking for one." I loved sex and even though my dick twitched, I wasn't really in the mood for Berni's messing or sexual banter, thankfully nor was Becky, elbowing her and calling her a dirty bitch as she smiled more. My face must have given her the message because she said, "Alright make us both another coffee instead." Handing me their mugs. I'm my own worst enemy, as I made the coffee I was thinking what it would be like to fuck Becky's ass. I'd had plenty of anal play but never anal intercourse, Berni always saying my girth and length would kill her. Becky was a different sexual creature, enjoying being submissive and even humiliated, Berni and their other friend Sarah helping her explore this side of herself over the years. I really liked Becky and had spent time talking to her about this a few days previous, having been worried by my role in one of their sexual escapades. She convinced me that she was really into it and got off on being used. She'd also said that she'd like to be fucked up the ass, I'd thought it was just messing and joking but as I waited for the coffee my mind was racing and my dick rock hard. There was no way I could hide my arousal and rather than letting the coffee get cold I thought, fuck it! Berni was the first to speak, laughing and pointing at my dick, "Oi, oi what you been up to?" "Just getting ready for Becky's ass. I'm amazed I could get it up so quickly after Ana and Ines both giving me blow jobs." "In your dreams." They both laughed. I began to get undressed, "Where you going, we're just getting up." Berni said and they jumped out of bed, the two naked women coming to me and taking their coffees, Berni kissing me and Becky rubbing my dick through my shorts "Later big boy." She whispered into my ear. Neither of them bothered getting dressed and as we sat round the table we were joined by an equally naked Sarah, "You have to help me get rid of him, I think he might propose soon." The three of them burst out laughing but I felt a bit sorry for Joao. I'm sure he'd had a great night but he was only young and maybe didn't realize it was just about the sex for Sarah. When I'd invited Ana, who was my barber, having taken over the salon from her grandfather, to the beach yesterday I didn't know she was gay and that she'd bring her girlfriend Ines along. Ines was a tattoo artist and photographer and had brought her brother Joao along. We'd all had a great day and evening, culminating in Ana shaving Berni's pussy with a cut throat razor as we all looked on, followed by some heavy duty sex. Sarah had probably given Joao the night of his young life but now wanted rid of him. I sat watching the three naked ladies giggling and coming up with ideas when Joao walked in, freshly showered and dressed, a big happy smirk on his face. The teases that they were, both Becky and Berni came over and said good morning, pecking him on the cheek and making sure their tits rubbed off his arm. I really felt sorry for him and came up with an idea. "Joao you live in the city with Ines, right?" he nodded and they all looked at me, "Well the weather has turned, no good for the beach or sunbathing. Why don't I drop you home and then me and Berni can show the girls the city, maybe do a bit of shopping." They all liked the idea and the girls being the girls, they immediately started trying to come up with dares for each other to do, flashing, flaunting, that kind of thing. I interrupted them, "I have an idea, why for once don't you bleeding behave yourselves. Just a nice day, nice food, just relax and enjoy it." "Spoil sport." Sarah moaned but you could see that they all agreed. I sat making small talk with Joao whilst they all got ready, not really having much to say to him. They came back into the kitchen together and the three of them looked lovely, all wearing simple summer dresses that complemented, rather than showed off, their different figures. "You all look lovely and if I may say so, quite respectable." "Thank you, but I'm not wearing any knickers." Said Becky as she lifted the back of her dress and bent over. "Nor me." "Nor me." said Sarah and Berni and we were faced with three beautiful, naked asses, poor Joao eyes nearly bursting out of his head and me just smiling and shaking my head in exasperation. I thought it better that Joao sat in the front with me and I was right, the three of them in rare form in the back, talking ninety to the dozen and becoming increasingly lewd. Joao shared an apartment with Ines above her tattoo parlour and we were all nosy to see what it was like inside and where Becky would be getting her tattoo next week. Ines was delighted to see us and greeted us like old friends, not people she'd only met yesterday and last seen only a few hours earlier. She'd just finished a tattoo and had an hour till her next appointment, she insisted we all had a beer and sent Joao off to get them. We joked about her drinking whilst she was working and she said that after the amount she'd drunk yesterday that it would probably steady her hand. She showed us books of tattoos and asked Becky to pick one out. "I do one off, individual designs also, but that takes longer to prepare for, for next week it would be better to choose one of these." She said to Becky, showing her a book of tattoos she could do in one sitting. None of us had ever been in a tattoo studio before and this was bright and airy, not the normal stereotype. Ines said it had been her fathers before he retired and she had deliberately tried to make it more welcoming and less scary. "More female friendly." She said with a smile. When she was drunk the night before Becky had said she wanted the tattoo somewhere private, 'Where only a select few will see it.' 'More like half of London' Berni had joked, but now Becky wasn't sure where she wanted it or what she wanted. "How about this one?" Sarah said, showing Becky a fine pencil drawing of a snake, the drawing adorned with finely detailed flowers, all in black and white "You could have it done on the inside of your leg, can you imagine it slithering towards your pussy." "Ugh." "Her hole would swallow that snake." Said Berni, bringing the conversation even lower but making them all laugh. "The snake has always stood for knowledge, wisdom and fertility. It's ability to shed its skin signifying an ability to reinvent yourself and be anything you want." Ines said and I could see that Becky was interested, Ines added, "If you have it on the inside of your thigh that will give you an excuse for Ana shaving you, like you said you wanted last night." Becky's face lit up even more and I knew in that moment it was a done deal. Ines said something quietly to Joao and he went off, coming back with more beers for us but not herself. "I have to drive home later." I said. "After four hours of shopping with this lot you'll be sober." We all laughed and raised a toast. It felt very relaxing and I think we could happily have stayed all day but were starting to get ready to leave when the phone went. Ines went and answered it and came back a bit annoyed, "My afternoon appointment has cancelled, turns out she has a new boyfriend and he doesn't like tattoos, silly bitch." I was the first to speak, "That's bloody annoying, could you do Becky this afternoon?" Becky looked instantly shocked and nervous, coming up with excuses. "But Ana isn't here to shave me." "It's not really necessary to shave; it's only I thought you wanted to." Ines said. "I'll shave you." As I said this I could see Berni and Sarah get really interested, the thought of putting their friend through the sexual humiliation of me shaving her most intimate parts far more interesting than the tattoo. With the pressure of Sarah and Berni on board it was increasingly difficult for Becky to back out. Ines said she would need an hour to prepare, tracing the outline of the tattoo etc. She told us of a good place for lunch and a local chemist that sold ladies razors, I didn't know there was a difference. The food was good and the girls drank a bottle of wine between them, "These things are more fun when you're a little pissed." Berni explained to me as their conversation became more raucous and sexual. I'd always thought of myself as a bit of a lad, a man about town as it were, but I was an amateur compared to Berni and her friends. Ines was serious about her work and told Berni and Sarah they could only stay and watch if they stayed quiet. This they promised to do, "I have one, no two questions before you start." Sarah said. "Where's Joao and can we borrow your camera to take photos?" Ines couldn't help but smile, "Joao has gone to bed, says he's tired." Her smile widened as she said this, "and yes you can borrow my camera." Becky had been quiet since we returned from lunch, the nerves helping her to sober up; I smiled trying to reassure her but was a mixture of nerves and excitement myself. As we went behind a little screen to the back of the studio I could see her faltering, the tattoo table making it all very real. Berni and Sarah were beside her, providing reassurance and encouragement, before typically Sarah said, "I think you should take your dress off, you don't want to get it dirty." "That's not necessary for the tattoo." Said Ines. "Oh but it is, adds to the whole experience." Sarah said, smiling. Ines smiled back, catching on to what was going on. Becky still looked nervous, but as I'd noticed before with all of them, they'd get to a point where something would snap and a bloody mindedness would take over. So it was with Becky, her look changed and she stared the four of us down before coolly removing her dress and then her bra, her big tits bouncing free of their restraints. "Why the bra?" I asked her, "Looks better for the photos." She replied. "Where do you want me?" Becky asked. I looked at Ines who just shrugged as if to say 'this bit is your show.' I wasn't as turned on as I thought I'd be, my nervousness keeping my raging hormones and hard dick at bay. I told Becky to sit up on the table with the backrest half out. As she was doing this Berni whispered something in my ear. I shook my head and said "I'm not sure that's appropriate, you'd have to ask Ines." "Ines." Berni said, more nervously than I expected. "Would it be okay if Joe was in the nude too, make for more interesting photos." To my surprise Ines just smiled and said "I'll get you some hot water for the shaving." Ines returned and gave me some instructions, being shaven herself and more experienced in these things. She told me that I could use the shaving foam I'd bought to soften Becky's already trimmed pubes but it would be best to wash the foam off before shaving to stop it clogging the razor. I told Becky to spread her legs and allowed Sarah to take a few close ups before having great fun spraying on the foam as if it was whipped cream, applying much more than I needed. Sarah was clicking away the whole time but Becky wasn't really reacting very much, sat with her legs splayed and a bored look on her face. It was only when I spread the foam around with my fingers that Becky reacted; squirming as I allowed my thumb to rub over what I thought was probably her clit, hard to know exactly as it was covered in foam. Ines provided a cloth and warm water and I made great play of washing off the foam, dabbing slowly along her lips so as not to miss any bits. Becky's fidgeting on the table and her little moans of approval were having an effect on me, a fact not lost on the others as Sarah took close ups of my now erect dick. "Will you be able to get close enough to the table with that thing sticking out?" Berni joked, giving Sarah an idea and me having to stand with my dick sticking into the table and bending in an exaggerated fashion to reach between Becky's legs. I can't complain, I was enjoying the fun and loving the attention. I straightened and smiled at Becky who smiled back and nodded slightly, signaling that it was ok for me to continue. I shaved myself everyday with a razor but as I stood looking down at Becky I felt nervous, having to look at my hand to be sure it wasn't trembling. I took a moment to soak up the scene, Becky's beautiful smiling face looking up at me, her torso relaxed and her legs spread, her pink lips visible through the damp pubic hair. I looked at Berni and Ines who looked back, amused looks on both their faces, and at Sarah who was still moving around and clicking away from different angles and then at myself, stood bollock naked, my erection a tad off full hardness and a shiny razor in my hand, my willing victim before me. This really was surreal. I gathered myself and bent forward, allowing my finger to softly ruffle Becky's pubic hair. The hair on top of her mound I removed easily and smoothly before straightening myself and looking at Becky, who again nodded for me to continue. I bent further this time until my face was only inches from Becky's cunt, the amazing mixed aroma of her sexual arousal and the shaving foam menthol filling my nose as I marveled at the pink beauty of her glistening, exposed lips. Previously I'd never studied the female anatomy that closely, always just attacking it with either my tongue, fingers or cock but now I found myself wondering how best to shave it, where to place my hand to pull the skin tort etc. I gently pulled one of her lips with the thumb and finger of my left hand, the skin tightening and allowing me to shave. "Umm, that feels nice." Becky said gently, her smiling face giving me confidence. I continued shaving her, paying particular attention to any little stray hairs. As I finished I couldn't help but plant a gentle kiss on her beautiful lips, causing Becky to giggle. As I straightened Sarah moved in immediately to take photos but Berni just hugged and kissed me, a tear starting to form in her eye. "What's the matter?" I asked her "Nothing, that was just beautiful, the way you were so gentle and loving as you shaved Becky, thank you for looking after her." I smiled and held her close to me, again reminded of how complex, loving and a little mad the relationship between the three girls was. Ines was stood next to us and just smiled and nodded to me before saying, "Right now for the tattoo. Are you ready Becky?" All eyes turned to Becky who was still naked on the table, legs splayed and tits falling gently to the sides. "You can put your legs together now, I'm finding it difficult to concentrate." Ines laughed as she said this and we all joined in her little joke, as Becky straightened her legs. Ines continued, "I'll draw it in pen and show you in a mirror, see if you like the position, also I'm sure this lot will have an opinion." "Definitely." Becky said to all round smiles. Ines had Becky lay on her right side, bend her knees up and move her left leg out of the way, again exposing her shaven snatch. "Are you sure you don't want to put your knickers on?" "I don't have any." Becky said with a cheeky smile, Ines just threw her eyes up and shook her head. Ines quickly drew the outline of the snake, and went a got a mirror so Becky could see where it finished. We all moved in closer for a good look, Becky smiling away and I think stretching her legs further apart, her pussy lips spreading further. The snake started mid thigh and finished at her perineum. We were humming and hawing, no one, including Becky, quite sure it looked right. "I think you should move it either forwards or backwards." Said Sarah, "So it's either heading up her ass or up her cunt." We all giggled at this, even Ines seeing the funny side of Sarah's crassness. "I think because of the shape and curve of it, it would look better going up her ass." Ines said smiling, I think enjoying being rude in English. We all agreed and Ines again drew the snake, starting slightly higher. "Right tart, turn over and kneel up" As Ines said this we all smiled and Berni gave her a hug as if to welcome her to our little club. Becky flipped over and knelt up, her ass cheeks spreading and everything she had to offer on full display. I think we all said 'wow' under our breaths, it was an amazingly sexy, alluring and pretty pornographic sight. Ines moved in closer and drew the remainder of the snake on the inside of Becky's right buttock, spreading the cheeks further for access as she did so. "That looks amazing." Berni said. "It'll look even better in the dark ink and with the flowers added." Ines said We all agreed and as we discussed it we nearly forgot about Becky, ass up and tits dangling down. "I wish I could see it." "I'll take lots of pictures when it's finished and send you some. With your permission I'd like to put it in one of my tattoo books, the one's I show to real tattoo enthusiasts." "You can show it to anyone you like, show her shaven cunt and asshole to the whole world." No one laughed at Sarah's comment this time and it brought a new atmosphere to the room, gone was the light hearted jolliness, being replaced by a tension and a reminder of Becky's humiliation. I looked at Berni who grimaced a bit, also feeling a bit uncomfortable. I thought Sarah had overstepped the mark and moved in front of Becky to see if she was alright, forgetting about my own nakedness and my semi-hard dick bouncing about in front of her face. Becky was smiling and started laughing, "Take that fucking thing away from me before I bite it off." I feigned jumping back and we all started laughing again, the atmosphere lifting. "Becky, do you want me to start with the head first with you in this position or do you want to lay down?" Ines asked. "As I am, how much will it hurt?" "More uncomfortable than hurting, maybe you can hold onto Joe's dick and squeeze it every time the pain gets too bad." We all laughed at this, but I quite liked the idea, my dick twitching its approval. "I thought you had to bite down on things to stop you screaming." I added to more smiles, "Actually I think I should hold her cheeks apart to give you better access." "I like that idea, I'll hold your hand Becky." Berni said and moved forward, pinching at Becky's nipple before kissing her lingeringly on the lips. My dick was rock hard and Ines just smiled and shook her head at the scene in front of her, Sarah back into her photographer mode. I pulled her cheeks apart way more than necessary, her little rose bud gaping as Sarah clicked away. My back was to Berni but I knew from Becky's giggles and groans that she was whispering things into her ear. Ines looked like she was getting a bit fed up with the messing and wanted to get on. I released my grip, allowing her ass cheeks to relax and skin to contract. "Becky, I'm going to start the tattoo now, breath normally and try to stay still, is that ok? Becky nodded. "Joe place one hand on her lower back to steady her and gently pull her right cheek to the side, try not to stretch the skin." I did as I was told and watched in wonder as Ines started to apply the ink, Becky only twitching once as the tattoo started. What started as a sexual game was now a serious situation as Ines applied the art to Becky's skin. I don't know how long the first part took but after a while Ines told Becky to turn over and lay down again. Ines had been dabbing away with a tissue at the tattoo the whole time she worked and as Becky lifted her left leg to give her access she looked at Becky and smiled before dabbing further down her thigh, the two of them getting into kinks of laughter. Gathering herself she explained, "I think Becky is enjoying this tattoo very much." "Sorry Ines, I'm so fucking horny the juices are dripping out of me." It was one of those amazing moments when everyone's brain is in sync, smiling we all nodded and said "Tart." Ines continued the tattoo and continued to mop up a mixture of blood and pussy juice, Becky providing a running commentary of how turned on she was and struggling not to squirm around on the table. The tattoo was eventually finished and looked amazing. We asked Ines to come out for a meal with us but she said she was tired but would love to come for dinner on Saturday evening with Ana. "Can we all keep our clothes on this time?" She asked. We joked about it but said of course we could. She gave everyone a hug, including a nice kiss for a still naked Becky. When it came to me I was very conscious of my dick still standing at half mast and offered to shake her hand. She laughed at this and spread her arms wide, saying 'Come here you tart' before enveloping me in a tight hug. Everyone was in great spirits driving back to our villa. I was probably the quietest, concentrating on driving but also thinking a lot, over analyzing as I sometimes do and wandering what the evening would bring.

Oct 21, 1999 Doing Me With My Parents Home by Kelly85 Chapter 1: Sex With Steve There was something special about Steve, something about him that no other boy will ever have so far as I am concerned. Simply put, he was my first in so many ways. He was my first real boyfriend, the recipient of my first blowjob. Most of all, he was the first boy to fuck me, the one to whom I willingly gave my virginity. Whenever we were together and I felt his naked body pressing against mine I was always reminded of what he had of mine. Regardless of whatever may happen between us in the future, I knew he would always have a special place in my heart. From the horror stories I’d heard from many girls I knew I was a lot luckier than most in that I actually enjoyed my first time. Of course there was some pain being I was so tight but I was prepared for it thanks to my wise mother who gave me “the talk” well ahead of time. In my case this not only included the mechanics of sex, but also how to prepare myself for my first time. It also didn’t hurt that I was NOT Steve’s first. I can only imagine what it would’ve been like to have been with another virgin at the time, both of us nervous and unsure of ourselves. At least when I did it with Steve ONE of us knew what we were doing! What made my relationship with Steve even extra special for me is that even after he got what I knew he wanted from the moment he first looked at me, he didn’t just dump me afterwards like I was some notch on his belt the way some guys might have. One of my closest friends had such a horror story where her guy was sweet and kind at first but once she let him in her panties he never talked to her again. Even worse, he wasn’t afraid to tell every guy in school he’d scored with her and that she was a skank. Here we were over three months later and Steve was still dating me exclusively which made me feel very special. Sure he bragged to everyone about what we were doing but at least what he told them was complimentary. For all these reasons, and maybe mixed with a little concern over having to deal with a different guy, I didn’t even date another guy after our first time, let alone have sex with anyone else. Steve was still the only boy to get to home plate with me and he was making the rounds of the bases as often as he could! Sometimes I don’t know who wants it more, him or me. It seemed that it’s all we did whenever we got together. Even so, it seems the more we did it, the more I wanted it. People say a relationship need to be based on more than sex. Well ... I disagree, at least when you’re a young teen. So far as I was concerned, the more sex the better! Steve’s parents were divorced so he lived at home with just his mom Marlene, younger sister Sharon (my friend), and baby brother Jim. Sharon was one of my best friends and it was thanks to her that I met Steve in the first place. Their little brother was a pain, always trying to look up my skirt or down my top whenever I was at their house. Sharon knew all about what Steve and I did but rather than being upset or embarrassed, she thought it was hot that her friend and brother were doing it. She even liked to pretend she was jealous of me but I think she just got a kick out of teasing me. I mean, like Steve was her brother. When you’re a young teenager there aren’t all that many options when it comes to finding a place to have sex. Of course there’s always the family car where Steve had screwed me a number of times in both the front and back seats but it was awkward and lost its allure after the first few times. We did it most anywhere we could get away with it - movie theaters, parks, school, church, even an old school playground. The best times, though, were when our parents were out and we had our bedrooms to ourselves and could relax and be comfortable. Not to say we always did it in a bed, but you get the picture. There was ONE minor detail that Steve didn’t know about and that was the extent to which my parents knew what he was doing with their only daughter. My mom had always been my closest friend and since I was a little girl I confided everything to her. She was the first person I told after I gave Steve my first BJ and the first again after Steve took my virginity. She taught me to masturbate, well, more she gave me some pointers. My mom even kept an open offer for me to make use of the impressive collection of dildos she kept in the drawer by her bed. While I appreciated the offer, I always preferred my fingers so I never used them all that much. Once she caught me as I secretly watched my dad masturbate which led later that same night where she had me hold my dad’s dick to understand what was happening to him. You can imagine how shocking it was when his cum erupted from his cock like a geyser all over me! Even though she wouldn’t allow me to touch it since then, at least I better understood how a male penis worked. Given how much my parents knew about my new sex life it was sort of funny to watch Steve try to pretend nothing sexual was going on between us when we were around my parents. Imagine if he knew I told my mom everything each time I came home from a date! Heck, they even knew about how Steve’s mom had joined in with us not soloing ago. Steve would’ve probably died had he known they knew about that particular day, especially the part where he fucked his own mother right in front of me! I was a bit surprised at my mom’s reaction when I told her about. I’d actually practiced a whole speech for when she accused me of making it all up yet from her reaction it was like she wasn’t surprised. Just goes to show you never know everything about anyone, especially your own mother. Chapter 2: Watching TV With Steve and My Parents So now it was just a typical Thursday night with Steve over at my house watching TV with me and my parents. We were supposed to be doing homework but there were a couple of shows I wanted to watch first so we were sitting on the couch next to each other. Steve had his arm draped around me with his hand resting on the back of the couch which I found rather amusing. Had we been alone I knew where it would be - groping my boobs! Sure they may not have been as big as the ones on the other girls he used to date but he seemed to enjoy playing with them all the same and I certainly didn’t mind! Obviously it was my parent’s presence that was keeping him from fondling me which was comical considering it was no big deal for ME to play with my boobs when he wasn’t around. Growing up as an only child my parents treated me as an adult from an early age, or at least not as condescending as most parents are with their kids. They spoke to me like I was an equal rather than a child, discussing matters from religion and politics to even sex with no holds barred. I don’t like saying we had an “open” home when it came to nudity as too many people use that term to describe a situation I consider kinky - to be kind. At our house we didn’t run around stark naked or deliberately expose ourselves to each other. Even those times when we did see the other naked it was not with any sexual intentions, it was just the way it was. One example of such a time was using our hot tub. For as long as I can remember we were nude in the tub although when going to and from the tub we usually wore at least a towel or robe. Another example is sleeping in the nude. I started at first to mimic my parents and then simply because I just enjoyed the comfort that comes without wearing anything to bed. However, my mom’s rules were pretty strict ... once I got up I immediately put something on to cover myself up at least a little bit. Unless I was dressing or passing between the bathroom and my bedroom my parents didn’t usually see me totally nude around the house. Our old house only had one small bathroom so sometimes when someone was in a hurry they might shower while someone else was in there but that was about it. I never felt right about sharing it to use the toilet and frankly, some things require privacy. When it comes masturbation, that’s another thing I have a hard time understanding why most families make such a big deal out of it. Thankfully I was taught that masturbation is healthy and whether people admit it or not, something most everyone needs to do from time to time. Whenever I or my parents felt inclined, depending on how bad the need we might wait until we were alone or if the urge was that strong then we just do it where we were without embarrassment. My mom even had rules about it, stressing that masturbation by definition is a solo event so putting on some kind of “show” was strictly forbidden. All my mom’s rules sometimes seemed silly but looking back, most of them were just common sense. Like her masturbation rule ... if I was watching a show and getting turned on by some stud, why not just do it then and there instead of putting it off until I went to bed? It wasn’t THAT inconvenient to turn away or use a blanket over me when I did it. Masturbation at home to satisfy an itch is one thing. Regardless of how you might try to say differently, watching someone do it can still be a turn-on. Though he would never admit it, I knew my dad liked it when I would do it on the couch while he watched TV so I figured Steve would be the same being a normal male. Steve was quite surprised the first time I masturbated in front of him as apparently none of the other girls he dated had done so. It took some convincing on my part to get him to do it with me around but once he realized how horny it made me his inhibitions loosened up a bit although I got the feeling he was never 100% comfortable with me watching. Sitting by Steve, I couldn’t help but look down at his lap and dream about his lovely dick, frustrated that it was hiding from me beneath his jeans. Mmmmmmm, what I could do with it at that moment! God I loved his cock and what he did to me with it! I never grew tired of seeing him grow hard, knowing the reason for it was ME. I especially loved the feeling of it getting bigger in my mouth when I sucked him. I bet every girl gets turned on knowing it’s her that’s causing such reaction in a guy. It certainly made me feel incredibly hot and sexy! Mmmmmmm, I would’ve loved to reach down and unzip his jeans, pulling out his wonderful dick and sucking it right there and then on the couch. Yet as much as Steve loved me to suck his cock, I knew that he’d freak out if I did it with my parents in the same room so I just had to dream about it and do my best to ignore my itching pussy. Indeed, speaking of itching ... my pussy was getting warmer by the minute as I started thinking more and more about my boyfriend’s dick while ignoring the TV show I’d pushed so much to watch a little earlier. As horny as I was I knew that if he hadn’t been there I would’ve been fingering myself long before now. As much as we fooled around in public, I still doubted that he was ready to deal with me doing myself with my parents in the room! From my perspective, I would’ve been “doing it while my parents were in the room” rather than “doing it in front of my parents”. It may have been a subtle difference but an important one, at least to me. As I got hornier and hornier I started squirming more and more. My mom sneaked a peak at me now and then, smiling and shaking her head. She knew what was going on with me and no doubt it amused her to see my discomfort. She often teased my about how horny I was all the time, even going so far as to say when I was younger that my pussy would wear out if I kept playing with it so much. Usually she just seemed amused when my young hormones surged but I’ll never forget the scolding she gave me when i started rubbing myself during church service once. At least I didn’t reach under my skirt but we had quite the mother-daughter talk when we got back home about what was “appropriate”. Finally I couldn’t take it anymore. Dang! If I didn’t get my hands on that incredible dick and SOON I was going to go bonkers! “Hey Steve, don’t you think we should get started on our homework?” I asked innocently. “If you guys want to do it down here, we can turn the TV down if that would help,” my dad chimed in. As much as I loved my dad I could’ve killed him! He knew full well what my true intentions were and the last thing I needed now was him teasing me! He knew darn well I wasn’t interested in homework! “Mom!” I whined, pleading with her for support. “John... , “ my mom said, giving my dad a look telling him to leave me alone. It was all she needed to do as my dad took the hint and went back to his newspaper, ignoring us again for the moment at least. “C’mon Steve, let’s go up to my bedroom,” I said, sitting up straight and grabbing his hand. “Are you sure... ?” he asked a bit hesitantly, looking at my parents and then back at me. He didn’t say anything but the message was clear. “Stop being such a fuddy dud, just come on!” I huffed, standing up and pulling him up off the couch. I gave my parents a wave and a little smile as we headed up to my bedroom. What Steve didn’t see was how I wiggled my butt in triumph! Chapter 3: In My bedroom With Steve With the family room in the basement and my bedroom on the second floor it was a bit of a climb but I would have scaled Mount Everest at that moment if it meant getting fucked by Steve. Once in my bedroom I immediately hopped up on my bed and laid out flat with my head on the pillow and arms to my side. Steve started to close the door but I raised my hand to stop him. “Leave it partly open,” I told him. “But what if your parents come up here?” “The stairs squeak something horrible so it’s better to leave the door open so we’ll hear them coming. Better to do that than have them surprise us, don’t you think?” It wasn’t like I could tell him one of the conditions my parents had made in return for allowing me to bring him home was my door couldn’t be closed. They claimed it was for my own protection so in case anything happened they would hear me. Given they were in the basement family room I frankly didn’t think it mattered whether my door was open or closed but it that’s all it took to get them to agree then I’d quickly accepted their terms. Steve’s eyes squinted as he pondered by rationalization. It took less than ten seconds and then he shrugged his shoulders, apparently accepting my logic even as twisted and illogical as it may have been. Seeing his young girlfriend laying there waiting for him, ready to give herself totally to him, probably didn’t hurt when it came to helping him forget about the door. “Well, are you just going to stand there or are you going to take my clothes off?” I teased him, rolling back and forth from side to side on my bed. Of course I could have just stripped but I liked it when he undressed me. Even so, if he didn’t get his butt in gear I was going to rip my own clothes clothes off! Steve took a final look at the door which he had left open a couple of inches before turning back to me. One thing I loved about Steve, he was always as horny as any sixteen year-old boy could be and once his little head started to do the thinking the big one lost all control. Right now he would do most anything to fuck me and I knew it, even if it meant risking my parents catching us. Steve FINALLY came to my bedside and reached down to undo the zipper on my jeans. Whenever we started doing it I found it interesting to see where he wanted to start with me and unzipping my jeans was always a good sign. My boobs weren’t exactly the most developed but my pussy and ass were light years ahead so it wasn’t surprising he usually wanted to get to those first. After undoing the zipper I raised my hips up to make it easier for him to pull my tight jeans down and off my hips, then over my legs until he tossed them to the floor. Knowing what I’d planned for the evening I hadn’t bothered with panties, not that I wore them much anyways, so my fuzzy brown pussy was now exposed for him to view and his eyes fixated on it as they always did. “Do you like my little pussy Steve?” I asked him in my best imitation of a little shy girl. The answer was obvious so without waiting for his response I put my hand down to it and ran my fingers through the short fuzzy pubic hair barely covering it. It wasn’t even long enough to poke through my fingers, certainly nothing compared to the thick thatch of black curly hair that covered my mom’s, but I knew it would grow more soon. Heck, some of my friends were already shaving theirs but for now I’d waited too long for it to come in so I was happy to keep it. I ran a finger down between my moist pussy lips and toyed with my tight pussy hole, then ran it back up again to my stiffening clit. “I love to play with my pussy while you watch,” I murmured, “Do you like to watch me touch myself Steve?” Of course he did but I still loved to hear him tell me so. Having him watch me was hot but listening to him tell me how much I was turning him on made it so much better! “You look so hot when you do that,” he said softly, as if he didn’t want to speak too loud or I might stop or something. Fat chance of THAT happening! “Show me how it turns you on,” I demanded, “I want to see your cock.” Steve’s eyes didn’t leave my hand as I worked it over my clit and pussy but his own hands were unbuckling his belt and then undoing his jeans no sooner than the words left my mouth. We’d been dating long enough that he knew what I really wanted. His pants dropped to his ankles but he just left them there as his underwear soon followed and his hard dick protruded out from below his sweatshirt. I loved it when he got hard like he was now. A guy could say anything he wanted and who knew if he as telling the truth, but when he looked at you and his dick grew the way Steve’s was now, there was no doubt what he was thinking! “Stroke your dick Steve,” I said, “Show me how I turn you on ... show me what you do at night in bed when you think of me.” He started to stroke his dick with his right hand and my mouth went dry as I imagined my mouth on it instead of his hand. THAT would come soon, I had no doubt whatsoever, but in the meantime I loved seeing him jerking off for me. Usually it took a lot more coaxing to get how to stroke himself in front of me so I knew he must be REALLY horny. All the better... I took a moment to pull off my own sweatshirt, leaving myself nude on my bed in front of him. “Do you like my body Steve?” I whispered to him as I cupped one of my small breasts in my hand while I went back to my pussy with the other. Steve just nodded, his hand really going to town now on his dick. The way he was going, I wondered how long he was going to hold out! “Tell me Steve, do you like looking at my fourteen year-old body?” I teased him. I knew I didn’t have the figure that girls older than me had. Heck, I didn’t have the figure most of the girls MY age had. There was one thing different though in that mine was fully exposed to him and he knew he could do almost anything he wanted with it. “You’re so beautiful,” he sighed, perhaps as much from his jerking off as anything else. “You want me, don’t you Steve? Tell me how bad you want me.” “Oh god yes ... I want you Kelly!” “Show me how much you want me, make yourself cum for me.” “Almost there,” he said, panting from his exertions. He hadn’t moved from the spot he started at, his pants still around his ankles as his hand stroked his stiffened dick even faster. “Cum in my mouth ... I want you to cum in my mouth,” I quickly told him, anxious not to waste one drop of his precious cum. From experience I knew there was plenty more tonight where this was about to come from so why not get started off on the right foot? Steve shuffled over to my head and I turned to face him. I opened my mouth just in time as he groaned and put his cock up against my tongue. No sooner did I feel it touch when he started shooting warm sperm all over my tongue and lips. More loads quickly followed it, most of them going in my mouth and pooling in my cheek. A little bit dripped from my mouth and went down the side of my face. For whatever reason one of his shots totally missed my mouth and went into my hair on the side of my head and cheek. When he finished I reached out and grabbed his dick, pulling it into my mouth and sucking the last drops of cum dribbling from it. He shuddered as my tongue played over his sensitive cock head. “Oh god Kelly ... that feels so good,” he gasped. My hand released him and I let his cock drop from my mouth so I could swallow his cum. It was harder when laying down so I sat up to make it easier to gulp the gooey mixture down without choking. Steve’s was the only cum I’d ever tasted and although at first I wasn’t too sure about it, over time I’d grown to love the flavor of him manhood and couldn’t wait for my next helping. “Mmmmmmm, you taste SO good,” I purred with a grin on my face. The top sheet served as a washcloth to wipe off his cum from my face and chin. It didn’t matter if it got messy - my mom washed my sheets every couple of days anyway as I tended to be messy when I masturbated and so she insisted on cleaning the sheets regularly. Steve’s cock didn’t even waver after he’d cum, remaining hard as a rock, ready for more action. Oh yeah, you gotta love sixteen year-old boys! “Well, are you finally ready to fuck me?” I teased him as I stretched back on my bed with my legs spread wide apart. Oh I felt like such a blatant slut whenever exposing myself shamelessly to him like this. All the while I couldn’t keep my eyes off his hard dick as I could only imagine the nasty thoughts that must be running through his head about now as he looked down at his fourteen year-old girlfriend, baring herself and offering herself to him like some whore he’d picked up on the streets of downtown Pittsburgh. Only there was one BIG difference - I didn’t charge, well at least not for money. No, me fee was that he fucked me as often as I wanted it ñ which was pretty much every day. “You better believe it!” Steve laughed as he took off his shoes and socks so he could get his jeans off finally before he killed himself tripping over them. His sweatshirt quickly joined the pile of clothes on the floor and there was my handsome boyfriend standing nude next to my bed. Mmmmmmm, I loved looking at his sexy naked body and my pussy tingled again as I thought of how badly he wanted me judging from the stiffness of his dick that was sticking up in the air out from his crotch. It amazed me how men could carry all that between their legs and still walk! “But aren’t you afraid my parents might catch us?” I asked naughtily. Of course I knew the REAL answer to that question but was more interested in getting his reaction. Sure enough, for a moment he looked over his shoulder back to the door and I could see the flicker of indecision in his eyes. “Ummmmm ... are you SURE I shouldn’t shut the door all the way?” I spun so my legs draped over the side of my bed and my head was against the side rail by the wall of my daybed. Grabbing the rail with both hands behind my bed for support, I lifted my legs up and over me, spreading them wide to give him a perfect view of my pussy and asshole. I almost laughed as I realized it was like a scene straight from one of my dad’s porn movies. “Just quit worrying about my parents and pay attention to me,” I pouted, wiggling my bare bottom naughtily at him and grinning. “Besides, I’ve got something waiting for you.” When a sixteen year-old buy is standing naked in front of a fourteen year-old girl spread out nude on front of him, her legs back like a stripper giving a front-row view of her crotch, was it any surprise he suddenly seemed to forget all about her parents? Steve moved up to the edge of my bed and leaned forward such that my naked ass and thighs were pressed against him. He took my legs by the ankles and pushed them back further, letting his dick drag over my wet pussy that was craving him so badly. His hips moved in and out as he rubbed his cock against the outside of my pussy, wetting it and letting the hard shaft glide over my clit. “God that feels so good Steve,” I moaned, pressing myself along his shaft as he rubbed against me. He continued to tease me, sliding the smooth head of his erect dick up and down my wet slit, taunting me by starting to press into me and then pulling back just as I thought he was about to enter me. How he managed to find the willpower to not push into me was beyond me. All I knew was I wanted in me more and more with every stroke. “Put it in me ... Oh my god Steve I want to be fucked ... I NEED you to fuck me ... Oh fuck, I want you to fuck me so bad!” If my parents hadn’t been two stories down they would’ve surely heard me as in my uncontrolled lust I couldn’t keep the level of my voice down any lower. It wasn’t like I was exactly shouting but my voice can be loud and firm at times, reflecting the sexual tension in me that was building up literally by the second as his hard dick continued to tease the exterior of my wet pussy. “That’s it ... beg for it you dirty slut,” he teased me, “Now it’s your turn to tell ME how much you want it ... C’mon, tell me how bad your naughty pussy wants my big dick.” It was all part of the game we’d grown to play the more we did it. At first we just fucked for the sake of fucking. There was nothing very emotional or exotic; we just stripped down and he pushed it in me and we both came as quickly as possible. It was as if at first if we were afraid that if we didn’t do it fast then maybe something would happen to make us stop. Over the past few months I’d found that the more he fucked me the more I learned to appreciate the emotional side of sex. Each time he did me it became more emotional and less just about the physical pleasure. Finally I understood why my mom claimed that “good” sex was at least 80% emotions and 20% or less physical manipulation. I grew to love the teasing, the taunting, the dirty talk, the name calling. As much as Steve wanted to hear me beg for him to fuck me, in reality I loved telling him even more. I loved it when he called me a dirty slut or a sexy bitch. It made me feel like naughty girl in a wonderful, sexy way. “God I want you in me ... fuck me Steve ... please!!!! ... put your hard dick inside of me ... I want you to fuck me and then cum inside of me,” I pleaded, going on and on as he continued rubbing his hard shaft over me, now and then letting his head push against my waiting pussy hole, taunting me and then pulling back away again just as I thought he was about to push it in me. Each time I was sure he was going to give in and put it in me and each time he pulled back I felt an increasing sense of urgency and absolute NEED to have him in me, no less than I needed to breath. Fortunately for me now, maybe when he got older Steve would be able to hold out longer but not at this age. His horny dick was taking complete control of him and there was only so long it could rub against me without demanding to be shoved inside of me. As I twisted and turned, my body screaming for his dick, I noticed a slight movement outside my door. Oh my God, someone was watching! The door was barely open so I couldn’t see who it was there weren’t many options. It had to be either my mom or dad and judging from the height odds were heavily in favor of it being my father. Damn, how had he managed to sneak up without hitting one of the squeaking boards? It was an accomplishment I’d never achieved in all the years I’d tried sneaking upstairs without notifying my parents! I turned my head back quickly as I didn’t want Steve to wonder what I was looking at. It was enough for me to know my dad was watching without actually seeing him. Wow, what was he thinking seeing his fourteen year-old daughter nude on her back, begging her teen boyfriend to fuck her like some nasty whore in heat? It was like a scene straight out of one of his “teen amateur” porn movies that he loved to watch except in this case I was the underage teen and not just some whore of a porn actress pretending to be one. Was he getting excited watching us? On the one hand I couldn’t imagine my own father getting a hard-on watching his own daughter being fucked but then again, as I was so often reminded by him AND my mom, he WAS a guy and guys can get turned on no matter who it is. IF he was getting an erection I was sure it wasn’t because his DAUGHTER was being fucked but rather it was the image of a fourteen year-old slut being fucked right in front of him. Who could blame him for jerking off under the circumstances? I had little doubt he was knowing how he reacted to seeing it on TV. Now that my dad was watching I wanted Steve to fuck me all the more - if that was even possible. Gawd, it was such a turn-on for me knowing Steve had no idea he was about to fuck me right in front of my own father! It was one thing a few weeks ago for us to find out his mom was watching us but for some reason it just seemed more erotic to me for a dad to see his daughter being fucked than for a mom to watch her son fucking a girl. Maybe it was the fact I always thought of myself as a “daddy’s girl”, safe in his arms and secure when he was with me. As much as he’d heard about the things Steve and I had done, for him to finally see with his own eyes the sexual side of his only daughter was incredibly erotic, at least for me. Steve finally had his dick positioned at the entrance to my hungry pussy and without any more teasing he thrust his strong hips forward, driving himself inside me just enough for the tip of his dick to spread me apart but not quite enough to fully penetrate me. “Quit teasing me, dammit! Fuck me! Yes FUCK me!” I literally begged him, thrusting my narrow hips up toward him in a vain attempt to draw him in me further. I wasn’t just playing games now, I really DID want him to stop teasing me and get on with it. There comes a point in foreplay when the fun and games is over, when you just need to be fucked and DO IT. Well, I’d long since passed that threshold! “OK slut, you asked for it,” he mumbled more to himself as I felt him lean into me. My pussy felt like it was splitting open, driving my legs apart as his cock head forced its way into me. It felt tight enough around my finger let alone pushing something in several times larger. I lifted my head and looked down past my flat stomach where I watched and then gasped as the smooth head disappeared inside of me. It was fascinating to see it move inside of me while at the same time I could feel it as it filled me up inside. It was sort of surreal in a way to relate the feeling in me with the sight of his cock entering me. It was like watching one of my dad’s porn movies and seeing the guys cock penetrating the whore’s cunt yet at the same time this incredible sense of pleasure and lust erupted inside of me as his thick shaft rubbed against the sensitive inner walls of my pussy. “That’s it Steve, don’t stop, keep pushing it in me ... deeper ... fill me,” I moaned. Despite the overwhelming sensations of being fucked, I was still aware that we had an audience and I tried to be sure to speak up loud enough for my dad to hear me as well. “Shit Kelly, you’re always so fucking tight,” Steve groaned, grunting as he kept the pressure on, pushing his dick up to the hilt inside of me. Our crotches met, the base of his dick pushed up against the outside of my pussy. Steve ground his crotch into me, our pubic hair intertwining. His thick black hair mixed with my fuzzy brown covering, tickling me more than anything else. “Oh yes ... don’t move now ... just stay in me,” I said softly as he held himself inside of me. Steve’s cock was so erect it literally throbbed inside of me, allowing me feel his pulse deep inside of my pussy. Now and then he unconsciously shuddered a bit and his dick would jerk in me but that was OK, as it added a sense of reality that no dildo could duplicate. Finally, he couldn’t hold back anymore and started stroking his cock in and out of me. At first they were full length strokes where he would draw himself out of me to the point his dick almost would slip out and then drive back in as far as he could penetrate me. As time went by the strokes shortened and got faster. I knew what that meant so it was time to make a change if I didn’t want this to end prematurely. “I want you to fuck me from behind,” I gasped after we’d fucked this way a while. I’d learned that while Steve would fuck me just about any way I asked, he seemed to prefer good old missionary style and left to his own devices he would’ve stayed like this until he came. On the other hand I tended to be more adventurous, looking for new ways to fuck all the time. One thing about my dad’s porn collection - it was a great source of ideas! Steve’s cheeks puffed out as he released his breath, obviously a bit frustrated at having to pull out of me, even if just for a few seconds. Whatever, I didn’t care as I had needs too! I simply rolled over until my ass was up in the air, facing the side of the bed where he was still standing. Spreading my legs slightly he quickly reinserted himself much more easily this time and was soon back in his rhythm again. Less than ten seconds had passed, if that much, in the changeover so it wasn’t like he had anything to complain about. The reason I enjoyed doggie style is because it allows for the deepest penetration by his dick. Missionary was my overall favorite because I could see Steve’s facial expressions. It also made him the dominate one and while I’m not submissive by nature, I enjoyed letting Steve THINK I was as it seemed he got much more inventive when he thought he was in control. Each time Steve rammed his hard dick in me it was like being spanked as his crotch slapped up noisily against my bare ass. God, it was like he was going to push himself up inside my throat! Steve’s hands were on my bare hips, using them like handles to pull me in and then push me back out again in sync with his dick as he fucked me. I quickly used it as an excuse to turn my head and sure enough I could just make out the eye of someone peeking through the door. It had to be my dad or else my mom had grown several inches taller in the past hour or so. I would’ve loved to have mouthed to him, “I love you daddy” or something like that but Steve would’ve probably caught me and wondered what was going on. I doubt he would’ve understood my father wanting to watch me getting fucked, undoubtedly turning it into some kinky male fantasy instead. “Hey, you ready for a ride?” Steve asked between pants. Well, why not? It was more work for me of course, but I didn’t doubt that he needed the break. Steve pulled out and for a moment I regretted agreeing as my pussy felt so empty! Needing him again I quick backed off my bed to allow Steve to get up on it. He laid out lengthwise, his wet dick sticking up like a flagpole from his crotch where the base was buried in thick pubic hair. Before jumping on board I couldn’t resist leaning over and taking a few mouthfuls for myself. Mmmmmmm, I could even taste my pussy on his cock! Oh well, as much as I loved sucking his cock I loved being fucked by it even more so regretfully I let his cock slip from my mouth but I knew it would be there another night for me to enjoy it - many nights for that matter. Once on the bed I straddled his hips, sitting up straight so his cock was directly underneath me. Reaching in with my hand, I grabbed the shaft and moved it under my pussy hole. Once we were lined up I swiftly dropped my weight down to drive it into me yet again. As wet as I was and stretched from I took him easily. Mmmmmmm, once my boyfriend was inside of me I dropped my full weight down on him until he was buried inside of me and I was literally sitting on his crotch. By swiveling my hips I could grind my pussy into his crotch, feeling his cock swivel around inside of me. Leaning forward, I dropped to support myself with my hands on either of his shoulders, letting my little boobs dangle just above his face (well, “dangle” might be entirely correct but you get the idea. “Suck my nipples,” I whispered hoarsely to him as he lifted and then dropped his hips to cause his dick to move in and out of me without me having to do much of anything. I lowered myself down as he raised his head and he took my nipples in his mouth one-by-one, sucking on one and then back to the other. I loved my boobs to be played with and sucked, especially my nipples which could be incredible sensitive at times. Just wearing a loose shirts that moved across them as I walked was enough sometimes to harden them up like I was being laid. Holding myself up with one hand, his mouth on my nipples and his dick in my pussy, I reached between us to finger my clit. It was so swollen and sensitive I almost jumped off his dick when I first touched it. It wasn’t going to take much more to set me off, that much was for sure! “I’m cumming Steve,” I moaned as if it was necessary to tell Steve given the way my pussy was gripping his cock. Besides, I had my audience to keep informed as well. Steve had often complained, in a nice sort of way, that when I came it was like his cock was caught in a vise from the way my pussy would squeeze down on it when I was having an orgasm. I couldn’t help it, it was just a natural reaction that I had no control over. Besides I knew he wasn’t really complaining. It was all so wonderful, exactly what I had dreamed about for most of the day once I knew Steve would be coming over. After waiting for hours finally I was being fucked and sucked. My pussy was exploding, causing my entire body to break out in goose bumps as I groaned and moaned from the seemingly impossibly strong waves of pleasure that were running through every part of my nude and sweating body. “Oh my god, you feel so good in me!” I moaned loudly, throwing my head back as I sat up on his crotch, Steve’s dick imbedded in me like I was mounted on a pole. My one hand stayed on my clit as the other played with my boobs. Steve just watched me as I kept myself going while sitting on his dick. He had told me before it always amazed him how long I could maintain an orgasm, gripping his dick with my pussy and gushing my pussy cum over him as my body flushed. Even when I had my eyes open it was like nothing was in focus, just a blur as my mind seemed to focus completely on what was happening between my legs. I swore sometimes my hair even seemed to tingle when I came really hard as the sensations spread out all through my body. Before Steve started fucking me, I used to cum pretty hard when I masturbated but those times were nothing compared to this, when a real dick was inside of me instead of my finger. God, I loved to be fucked and at that moment all I knew was that I wanted Steve to do me as often as he could. It was like he some sort of drug dealer, the guy I went to when I really wanted to get “high” except instead of using a drug I generated my own “high” within me. I suppose it could be argued by some that the hormones and chemicals released in me when I orgasmed were no different than taking other drugs and that I could be getting “hooked” on them in the same way people get hooked on heroin. Well, if that be the case then I really didn’t care - it feels great, it’s legal, and I always have it with me! The only difference being the “quality” of my supply as it was always better when I got it from Steve. Had nothing else happened my orgasm would have started winding down by now but Steve wasn’t exactly taking all this lying down, if you know what I mean. Seeing me get off and feeling my pussy work his cock was enough to get Steve worked up as well and sure enough, he couldn’t hold back anymore. I have to admit I was caught a bit by surprise when I opened my eyes and looked down at Steve only to see his eyes close and a moan escape from him as he came again, this time in my pussy instead of my mouth. Some girls claim they can’t feel a guy when he cums in them but most, including me, would say otherwise. Sure it may vary in intensity between guys or even between fuckings but I still feel something. All I knew as sensitive as I was at this point, it was like a bomb went off in me as his dick swelled slightly and then seemed to explode as a felt his cum spewing from him and shooting deep inside of me. It was just what I needed at that moment to revive my own orgasm, setting me off again. “Oh yeah Steve, that’s it, cum in me,” I cried out, not caring how loud I was this time. One after the other, like machine gun fire Steve emptied load after load of sperm inside of me. Rather than being smaller the second time, if anything it was like had even more than the first time when he came in my mouth. My pussy felt like it was on fire as his final shot of sperm was deposited in me. My pussy gripped him tight, like it was a milking machine attached to a cow except I was on top of him instead of hanging down below. “More ... give it to me Steve,” I gasped, “I want it ALL in me ... give me everything you’ve got!” Steve just grunted as his strong hips lifted up as if trying to push his dick in me even further, ancient instincts kicking in making him drive his sperm deeper into me like he was mating with me. Finally he was finished and I just fell forward, laying against his chest with his dick half in me. We kissed for what seemed forever as my entire body seemed to sizzle with the heat of my passion for him. Nobody had ever made me feel the way Steve did and I just wanted him to know how much I loved it when he fucked me. “You know, for such a little girl you sure can get heavy,” Steve said gently after a while. Still feeling a little dazed, I had no idea what time it was or how long we’d been at it until I looked at the clock next to my bed. Dang, we’d been at it for well over an hour! I wondered if my dad was still watching but there was no way to turn my head around to look without being obvious about it. In any case, he probably was gone by now since the show was essentially over. Rolling over towards the wall, I wedging myself on my side between the bed rail and Steve’s nude sweaty body. With one arm draped over his chest and one leg over his, I let my throbbing pussy rub up against his hip. It was like I was some sort of male dog, humping myself gently against him, my pussy still craving for more despite everything it had been given. “God Kelly, aren’t you EVER satisfied?” Steve teased me as he felt me humping his leg. “No!” I answered him simply. I wasn’t just being silly, I meant it. I couldn’t conceive how I could ever be totally fulfilled to the point where I quit fucking because I was “satisfied”. There was always a point it had to end but that was dictated by other things, not my pussy! “I can believe THAT!” he chuckled. “I think I’ve created a sex monster!” “Well, it’s all your fault so now you have to live with the consequences,” I said as I snuggled up against him, my small bare breast squeezed tightly against his hard body. “I think somehow I’ll manage,” he replied with a laugh. “Now don’t you think we’d better do a little studying?” “What!” I exclaimed, pretending to be surprised and shocked, “The only thing I wanted to study tonight was your dick.” “It seems that’s all you ever want to study,” he laughed, “I feel used sometimes. Don’t you ever want to be with me for more than my dick? Don’t you really want to know me for who I am inside?” He pretended to pout but then burst out laughing. Sure I liked Steve and maybe even was starting to love him. Even so, we both knew what really kept our relationship going - sex. Well, I wasn’t complaining and I knew he wasn’t either. Eventually we got up and dressed. It was tempting to just put on a nightshirt since it was getting late and in the end that finally what I decided to do. Steve watched as I pulled one out from my dresser and let it drop over my head. It came down to about mid-thigh when I stood up and was made of thin cotton so it didn’t leave a lot to the imagination on top. “Is that what you’re wearing to bed?” Steve asked. “Of course not silly,” I replied, “I don’t wear anything to bed. This is what I wear around at night.” “Wait a minute, you sleep nude?” Steve questioned me, looking at me a little closer. “Sure. What’s the big deal?” “And you wear THAT around the house at night?” “Yep!” “JUST that?” I looked at him like he was asking me the silliest questions in the world and replied, “Of course, what’s wrong with it?” “I mean, no panties or bra?” “Of course not, why would I? I’m at home, not church you know.” “In front of your parents?” “Steve!” I huffed, getting a bit tired of the forty questions routine. “What’s the big deal with me wearing this?” “No big deal ... never mind,” he replied, turning to leave my bedroom. As much as I had toyed with him, I knew full well what he was thinking - I’m really not that stupid or naive you know. Most kids didn’t sleep nude, I knew that, but it was the way our family slept and none of us made a big deal out of it. Besides, once we got up we put something on. As for wearing just a nightshirt without panties, like a typical guy who only thought with his dick he no doubt assumed I flashed my dad or something else just as weird and kinky. Oh sure there may have been a few times when he got an eyeful of my bottom but it was by accident IF it did happen and what was the big deal even if he did? He’d seen me naked all my life and it’s not like I was putting on a show for my dad while he masturbated or anything like that. Once back in the family room Steve stopped to say goodnight to my parents and then left from the back basement door. After watching him leave I hopped onto the couch and wrapped my legs under me to watch TV again. Chapter 4: After Steve Left “Well, did the two you get ANY studying done?” my mom asked rather mischievously. Like she really didn’t know! I turned to look back at her and rolled my eyes at her. “Oh mom!” I whined a little. She grinned, knowing knew full well what we’d been doing up there. “So what did you think daddy, did like seeing your daughter getting fucked?” I suddenly said to my dad, catching him more than a little off guard. “John?” my mom said, looking at my dad with renewed interest, “Something you forgot to tell me about?” “I ... I was just making sure she was OK,” my dad stammered. It wasn’t me so much he seemed to be concerned about but my mom. “Yeah right,” my mom chastised him, “No wonder it took you so long to go to the bathroom.” “I just checked in on them,” my dad continued in his defense, “I heard her moan so I just wanted to be sure everything was OK.” Yeah right, I knew better but I wasn’t going to say anything and get in the middle of this one. My mom just shook her head in that “I can’t believe men sometimes” way she should have had patented. My dad seemed relieved to have gotten out of it so easily but turned out he was a little premature with his self-congratulations. What the heck, why not... ? “Now daddy, you didn’t tell me what you thought about seeing Steve fuck me,” I continued to needle him. “That’s quite enough Kelly,” my mom said, surprising me by rising to the defense of my father. I could tell from her look that she was shutting down the conversation but somehow from the look she next gave to my dad, I had a feeling it wasn’t over between the two of them! That pretty much ended any discussion over my “studying”. For the rest of the evening we just watched TV silently. After a while I started to think again about Steve fucking me and my pussy was still wet from the thought of being filled by his dick. Eventually it was more than I could take so I slipped one hand under my night shirt and started to play with my pussy. I might not orgasm this way but it felt good just as I lightly played with myself. Whether or not my dad was watching I really don’t know as I didn’t look back to check, figuring it was better just to let whatever happened, happen. Besides, what difference did it really make? Soon it was bedtime and I got up to kiss them both goodnight. I couldn’t help but notice my dad’s sweatpants looked a little worn around the crotch area and it was obvious that while he wasn’t fully erect, he wasn’t flaccid either. Hmmm, maybe he HAD been watching me. It gave me a funny feeling for moment thinking of him doing that but once again, he IS a guy and I AM a girl. Whatever he was doing I felt comfortable knowing it wasn’t like he was thinking of me as his daughter but as a hot little fourteen year-old which was OK with me. Back in my bedroom I dropped the nightshirt to the floor along with my other clothes - a habit my mom had given up long ago on trying to cure me. Slipping between the cool sheets, I felt a couple of wet spots against my butt and smiled as I thought of poor mom having to wash the sheets yet again. Oh well, I may as well make it worth her while I thought as I put my hand between my legs and started masturbating yet again. It had been quite a day and something told me I wouldn’t be going to sleep for a while tonight!

Our Beginners Guide to Exhibitionism Some friends of ours many years ago said that after a while naturism can become pass’e and the mind begins to drift thinking of ways to make your naturist activities just a little more exciting. It was during the many trips to our two local beaches that we always attracted the voyeurs, properly due to our smooth states. Whilst we were initially put off by their voyeurism we decided, for a bit of fun, to let them enjoy their favourite pursuit by purposely positioning ourselves so that they could get a better view. You will find a story in our personal pages of our exploits at the beach. It was our fun with these beach voyeurs that lead us down another interesting avenue of fun and excitement. It is also a well known fact that naturism does educate you to be more at ease with your body and nudity. Heather has always enjoyed wearing revealing clothes that are worn both provocatively and daringly depending on the occasion. Other times Heather wears as little as possible like short mini-skirts, revealing tops and definitely no underwear. This soon lead us or should I say Heather into daring acts of, first partial nudity and then full nudity in public places at parties or in a carefully controlled atmosphere. Our mutual appreciation of exhibitionism provides us with stimulation and an adrenaline rush fuelled by the excitement and the danger that Heather could be viewed at anytime by the unsuspecting public. Although we try to ensure that Heather does not get caught unintentionally, we do not go out of our way to shock or upset those who may find her displays offensive. We are very much into mood and atmosphere and if the location is right then Heather is happy to shedding her clothes and can become very adventurous and daring. Heather is an exceptionally attractive woman with a beautiful bodily features, a wonderful and daring personality and a sense of adventure and a lets try it attitude. And I’m very proud to be her husband. All our ideas are thoroughly discussed beforehand and if Heather has any doubts or feels uneasy at any time we drop the whole idea. These times are rare, but we have to weigh up the enjoyment and excitement against the risks involved. Of course, flashing in public, the situation can change very quickly and if Heather feels uneasy she quickly covers up. There are often times when we are out and about when an unexpected opportunity arises which normally gives us an even greater buzz. We recall an event one summer afternoon last year, we were driving back from Brighton along the seafront after a photo shoot when Heather suggested popping down to the unofficial naturist beach at Shoreham for an hour. On arriving at the beach Heather jumped out of the car, climbed down onto the beach stripped off and ran around naked before going for a swim much to the delight of other beach users. We always take our camera to capture Heather in all her glory. When we an opportunity does arise we set up the shot with Heather just wearing a coat or dress and when no one is nearby Heather slips off her coat or dress and click, another photograph for our album. Most of the photographs displayed on our personal exhibitionist pages are taken from our own personal photo albums. For us exhibitionism is an all year round activity, during the summer months Heather wear just a light front buttoned summer dress which she can quickly slip off and on. In the winter months, Heather wears a long coat, stockings and shoes or boots. The only downside to our exhibitionism is that Heather would like me to exhibit myself, whilst I find her suggestion most inviting the risks would be just too great. Of coarse it is a lot easier for the girls to flash than it is for us guys, you girls can walk about wearing just a coat and shoes and no one would know you were naked underneath. We found the following article on the net, we do not know who wrote. As this site is no more we have decided to re-publish it, re-write parts of it and added some of our own suggestions and advice for newcomers to exhibitionism. Exhibitionism of your partner can be a fun activity for both of you. If you have never tried anything like this, there are one or two potential problems with it. Firstly, depending on exactly what you’re doing and where you are doing it can be illegal, if a man exhibits himself, or flashes at unsuspecting passers by they are committing a criminal offence and could likely end up in court. If a woman does so, it is unlikely that much would legally come of it. However, you should be aware that this is, legally speaking, still a criminal offence. The main reason being is that if you are involving other people, without their consent and they may be unhappy, disturbed or annoyed at this and understandably so. There is a very thin line to be drawn, therefore, it is up to you as to where you draw it. Of coarse the only safe area is an official or unofficial naturist beach, but even they are getting fewer in the UK, many exhibitionists however don’t consider these daring enough but it can be a good place to start. Displaying your partners body, or getting her to do it can be a very potent and arousing activity. Normally, we spend a lot of time clothed, and letting someone else see your partners naked or partially naked body is exciting, dangerous and very erotic. Initially you partner may not be all that keen on the idea, so it is best to approach this in slow step-by step stages, it may take several years to progress from one stage to another. However, you are not in a race with anyone else, so do not feel that you’ve got to end up getting your partner to walk naked down the high street within a few days or weeks! Taking it slowly allows you both to discuss it, and decide to stop at a point at which you both feel comfortable. So, although we are talking about a series of stages, do whatever you feel happy with; we are not advocating what you have to do, merely some of the things and ideas that you can do. The first stage is to wear normal everyday clothes, but without underwear, initially Heather felt a little vulnerable at first but soon became accustomed to the freedom. If she wears a shirt or blouse with buttons, or a short skirt, so much the better. Encourage her not to button up all the way; in fact to wear the blouse with one more button undone than usual. You should be able to get a nice view when she leans over, and you should both get a thrill out of the fact that you can see rather more of her than you’d expect to in a public situation! Choose your location/s carefully, since one of the exciting things is that someone might just see a little more than they would do normally. Go somewhere quiet and get her to perhaps undo all the buttons on her shirt, that way if someone happens to come along, its still possible for her to cover up quickly, and its unlikely that anyone will notice anything. Its very interesting, people see what they expect to see, and although people probably wouldn’t notice her desperate attempts to hold her shirt together, you don’t know for certain, and neither does she. What ever you do, do not force her into something that she is not happy about doing or does not want to do. Encourage her, but remember to praise her, but do not mock her. As we said earlier take it slowly and allow her to find her own level and what she is happy with before suggesting other or more daring ideas and locations. Ideas and locations can be endless, here are a few ideas in order to get more comfortable with flashing in an environment in which she still has a lot of control over the situation: A clothing store: Get her to change into something else in a cubical, but leave the curtain just slightly open, so that if someone is at the right angle, they might be able to see into it, and at her. There are lots of levels of daringness here, the extent to which the curtain is left open, if she’s wearing underwear, and indeed what she is changing into. Sunbathing: Lying on her front with the strap of her bikini undone. She can then sit up, either a little or a lot, depending on who is around and how brave she feels. In a train carriage: Once people get settled in their seats they don’t often move around. Choose a quiet time of the day, and wait until the train has moved off. Then she can undo her top, or pull up her skirt for you to see. Of course, you can vary this depending on the time of day, so that it is busier, or with the number of people around you. In the car: Have a look next time you are driving along, its actually quite difficult to see what passengers in other cars are wearing, unless you are a lorry driver of course. Start off slow, perhaps without jeans/skirt and get braver by not wearing a top. Try it at night first and then progress until you feel confident in doing it in daylight. We have labelled all of these as ‘novice’, with some twists in there. We are sure you can think of further ideas and there’s plenty of others you could do as well. However, really they are not ‘novice’ - if that’s all you want to do that’s fine, just go with what you feel happy doing. Intermediate exhibitionism. The next stage is a little more dangerous, and perhaps a little more exciting. Up until now, it has been reasonably easy to cover up and to act as though nothing happened. You might want to try some situations where it is not quite as easy. At the beach: Wearing a bikini into the water and ‘loose’ the top, or the bottom or both, it looks accidental, and it is unlikely, anyone would mind that much if they did happen to catch an eyeful. For added excitement, place your beach mat a little way up the beach, so she has to walk back. For a little more safety and for the less adventurous have the beach mat closer to the sea and have a towel handy. Wear a low-cut t-shirt, the athletic body builder types are good for this, the ones with the large armholes. Difficult not to flash in that situation, and if anyone is particularly interested, they can work out for themselves the best position to stand in to get a good look. Wear it to the supermarket, and lean down into the chill cabinet, which has added results! Bodypaint: This is a great one. You can buy cheap Bodypaint in toyshops, and a little bit of practice should result in a reasonable hand painted bikini top. People will ‘see’ the bikini, they do not see that there is not one, especially from a distance. All you need to do is get your partner to wear a bikini top then draw around it, remove it and colour it in. Oopps: Choose an old dress (for reasons as you will see), with nothing underneath or just a g-string and then accidentally catch the dress in the car door when getting out, and walk away, ripping it off. You might need to do some work on the seams for this to work properly. Water: Choose a top that goes transparent when wet. Plenty of ways to get it wet. At night: Go out late evening during especially in the summer, cool night air is lovely against the skin. Try walking along a quite country road with nothing on under a front-buttoned dress or light coat. Open the coat, or remove it entirely. Walk some way away from your naked partner. Don’t go too far just in case a car does come around the corner, you want to be in a position to cover her quickly, you don’t want the driver to think she’s been attacked. The woods: Take a walk in the woods, off the beaten track. Discard clothing as you go. If you find a nice suntrap, lay out a blanket for some nude sunbathing. If anyone does come by, it is unlikely that they will be too distressed. Photo booths: Are not just for taking photographs to put into your passport! Advanced exhibitionism. Still with us? Good, because now is where it starts to get really interesting. If you’ve been patient and encouraging and your partner has built up enough confidence you can really start getting daring. We are at the point of no return now… if she gets seen, well, she gets seen and there isn’t a damn thing to be done about it. Back to the woods: Wear some old clothes, once into the woods, rip them off, there will still be material available for covering up, but its going to be increasingly difficult to remain modest. If you feel really adventurous find a spot off the beaten track and remove your partners clothing and walk away. There are plenty of variations to this idea, start off by leaving her wearing just her bra and undies, but each time walk a little further away. As your partners confidence grows leave her with just her undies and then completely naked, this was one of our favourites and Heather has had many a 500 hundred-yard or more dash to her clothes. Another tip is to hide her clothes :) An early morning or late evening walk: Sunday, 6am or midnight. Most people are in bed, but you never can tell. Celebrations: Get a little too excited at an open air party… people don’t usually care what happens when they’re celebrating England winning an important football match, or listening to their favourite band at an open air concert. Car-parks: Visit a car park at night multi-stories are good. Car parks can be great fun, if done correctly. You need to discover the right car park, which might take some time. Try and find one located at a tourist spot or, you guessed it, a wood. Park up and wait. Sooner or later a car will drive in and park. A little while later you’ll probably hear a rustling as the peeping tom gets a bit closer, at which point you can turn the car light on, or use a flashlight. Display, play, whatever, with a willing and enthusiastic audience. Driven naked: This has got to be one of the most exhilarating acts of exhibitionism, driving your partner around completely naked at night or if your have the courage during the day. You will be surprised just how much you can get away with and how unobservant people are. If you both want to be really daring both should be completely naked. Hotels: Big time fun, get accidentally locked outside the room for a few moments or longer. Go into the hotel sauna with just a towel on, fun on the way there and on the way back. Involving other people. This is where you really have the moral dilemma, of course. There are a few things that can be done though. In case you are wondering. We did not include car-parking in this section, because the voyeurs are there for a specific reason, which is to watch. This section is to flash people who weren’t expecting it, but as we said, you don’t want to upset them. However, it is always worth being in mind that if you flash quickly, most people won’t believe their eyes. Escalators: Flash the people going up as you go down. Or vice versa. On the train again: Stand up and flash passengers on the opposite platform as the train leaves the station. They probably wont believe what they have seen. Nudist beaches: People obviously expect nudity on a beach. Some come specifically to look for it, and you can soon tell. They tend to circle, getting closer and closer or just walk by you numerous times. They can be encouraged, if not a simple glare will usually warn them off. The only downside to this one is voyeurs may assume that all naked women on a nude beach want to be watched, but that isn’t always the case of course. Use discretion, and be considerate of the fact that encouraging people to look at your partner is different to implicitly encouraging them to look. Sentry duty: Locate someone who cannot leave their post this maybe an ice-cream van, a 24-hour garage at night, shopkeeper etc. Get her to wear something revealing, which shows enough, but not everything. You will soon get an idea about their level of enthusiasm, and if they are interested, engage in chit-chat. They will be happy to do that, trust me. Photographs: It’s always fun to have a memento of the event, but don’t forget that you’re still involving someone else, if you have to get the pictures developed. As long as it is just straight forward nudity there shouldn’t be too much of a problem, since the developers have seen it all before. If in doubt ask. Or, for greater fun, choose a developer who develops the photographs as they come out of the machine into the window (not Boots though). Make sure you and partner are there to watch the photographic evidence being shown in a front window for anyone to see. They probably won’t, but you can never be sure, can you?. Those above are just a few of the things you might want to try. They can all be amended for greater or lesser exposure depending on how you feel. The Rascals golden rules for exhibitionism. These are just our rules. we don’t expect anyone else to follow them, and we are not saying that you should. Check out the location before you start. Plan an escape route or explanation if the worst happens. Remember that other people may not like it, so be respectful of them, and remember that you can get away with more than you think. Have something available for cover up. Go at a pace that is comfortable for both of you. A daring exhibitionist is a confident exhibitionist. This only comes as a result of experience, so don’t rush it. Spend longer looking around and less looking at her, just so that you can see if someone is coming. Always be on the lookout for good sites. Enjoy it! Are You an Exhibitionist? This test was developed to test your propensity toward exhibitionism. Score one point for every answer that you can truthfully answer “yes” to, total up your points, divide by 2.00, and use the chart below to figure your rating. (0)- Total innocent only your doctor and your parents have seen you naked and your parents have not seen you naked since you were five years old. (1-10) - Fairly innocent in addition to your doctor and parents, your spouse has seen you naked with the lights on, but only after a lengthy courtship and five years of marriage. (11-20) - Innocently exposed your spouse or partner has talked you out of your clothes outside of your house to go skinny-dipping or out hiking in the woods. Anyone else who has seen you naked was purely accidental and you are still ashamed of the incident and blush furiously when it is brought up. (21-30) - Bashfully exposed there are people other than your spouse or partner who have seen you sans clothes purely by accident. However, you have to admit to a secret pleasure in having been seen naked. (31-40) - Accidental flasher to tell the truth, most of those times that someone “accidentally” saw you naked were not really accidental at all. (41-50) - Playful flasher you have been known to play strip poker and have been talked out of your clothing to go skinny dipping on occasion around close friends. You don’t mind being naked, but are afraid you’ll get into trouble. (51-60) - Casual nudist in the proper situations, you do not have any problems with being naked and there are close friends that you are comfortable being naked around, but you shy away from public nudity or having strangers see you naked. (61-70) - Vacationing nudist in addition to your casual nudity, you have been known to let loose on vacation and get naked in public since nobody knows you anyway. (71-80) - Full nudist you spend much of your personal time in the nude. Your Household is clothing optional for family and friends, you do not own a swimsuit, and even casual acquaintances remember you from when you got naked at that labour day party. (81-90) - Total show off you think nothing of dropping your clothes at a moment’s Notice. You enjoy being naked and look for opportunities to take your clothes off in public. (91-100) - Total exhibitionist it is rare to find you in clothes on your own time. There are few friends, family members, business associates, etc. That have not see you naked. People have to clarify to you that when they say “casual Dress” for a party, that it means you should wear clothes. When people are given word association tests, they will link your name to the words nude, naked, and so forth. People often tell you that they did not recognise you with clothes on. Here are a few general guidelines for interpreting the questions: The words “naked” or “nude” generally mean that most of the body is unclothed and that the male chest, genitalia, and buttocks or female breasts, genitalia, and buttocks are fully exposed. Garments such as hats, gloves, and shoes are allowed, as they do not cover much of anything. “Exposing oneself” generally means showing off the socially forbidden parts of one’s body long enough for someone to get a good look at you. These include the male buttocks and genitals or the female buttocks, genitals, and breasts. A man with his shirt off is not exposed, but a woman with her shirt and bra off is exposed. One does not have to be fully “naked” to be “exposed.” Socially permitted nudity such as that experienced in doctor’s offices, locker rooms, dressing rooms, and such is generally not counted unless under exceptional circumstances. Being naked in a locker room while they are filming a story for the evening news would probably count for something. The concept behind “flashing” is that you are generally covered up, but expose yourself (see above) to someone briefly for a certain shock value. “mooning” is flashing your buttocks and is not considered to be quite as shocking as flashing other parts. The concept behind “streaking” is that you are naked and run past or through a group of people for the shock value. Participating at a nudist event means at least being naked for some period of Time, but generally assumes going the whole way and getting fully naked for an extended period of time. In the situations described here, a “friend” is considered to be in a Non-sexual relationship with you. The words “partner” or “spouse” defines a sexual relationship. a “friend” may be either the same or opposite sex from you. You will notice that there are series of questions that share a theme. It is assumed that you will notice this and some information may be left out of the subsequent questions after being stated earlier. Read back through the questions immediately before a particular question if it seems that you are missing Information. Have you ever... 1.Been naked in your house in a room other than the bedroom or bathroom (or between these two rooms)? 2. Regularly slept in the nude? 3. Danced around the house in your underwear (i.e.: the movie risky business)? 4. Danced around the house nude? 5. Bathed with a partner (full nudity, shower or bath)? 6. Bathed with a same-sex friend? 7. Bathed with an opposite-sex friend? 8. Used the toilet with someone else in the bathroom with you (private bathroom, Not public. 9. Lounged around home naked (watched tv, read, etc.) While alone? 10. Lounged around home naked with a partner or spouse? 11. Lounged around home naked with a same-sex friend? 12. Lounged around home naked with an opposite-sex friend? 13. Greeted your partner at the front door wearing strategically placed bows or Ribbons? 14. Greeted your partner at the front door naked? 15. Greeted someone else at the front door naked thinking that it was your Partner? 16. Been caught naked at your home unexpectedly by a delivery person, 17.Maintenance person etc. or purposefully exposed yourself to a delivery person, maintenance person, Meter reader, or other workman etc 18. Done household chores (vacuuming, cooking, etc.) In the nude? 18.Stripped naked to do messy chores for ease of clean up (painting, cleaning, Bathing children or pets? 20. Worked out (lifted weights, aerobics, etc.) In the nude? 21. Done outside chores (gardening, mowed the lawn, etc.) In the nude? 22. Washed your car in the nude (backyard, driveway, garage)? 23. Washed your car in the nude at a car wash? 24. Practised household nudity (clothes are optional at any time inside your House. 25. Practised household nudity within a select group of friends? 26. Been naked in your yard after dark? 27. Been naked in your yard in broad daylight? 28. Been naked outside in the rain? 29. Been naked outside in the snow? 30. Sunbathed nude in your yard? 31. Sunbathed nude on your house or porch roof? 32. Sunbathed nude on the roof of a commercial building (your office, store, Etc.)? 33. Sunbathed nude on the roof of a college campus building? 34. Sunbathed nude on an apartment or hotel balcony? 35. Sunbathed nude at a secluded beach? 36. Sunbathed nude on a private boat (lake, river, ocean, etc.)? 37. Sunbathed nude at a public (non-nudist) beach? 38. Sunbathed nude on secluded public land (State Park, lakeshore, etc.)? 39. Sunbathed nude on accessible public land (town park, college campus, etc.)? 40.Sunbathed nude in a highway median (preferably one of the wide grassy ones, Not the little concrete ones)? 41. Sunbathed nude on a billboard catwalk? 41.Gone skinny-dipping in a private pool (backyard or otherwise limited to just People you know)? 43. Gone skinny-dipping in a public pool (hotel, club, town, or city pool)? 44. Gone skinny-dipping in a public hot tub (hotel, club, or gym. 45. Gone skinny-dipping in a public outdoor fountain? 46. Gone skinny-dipping in a public indoor fountain (mall, hotel, etc.)? 47. Gone skinny-dipping in the wild (pond, lake, stream, etc.)? 48. Gone skinny-dipping in the ocean? 49. Gone polar bear skinny-dipping (below freezing weather)? 50. Participated in a swimsuit, wet t-shirt, or best buns type contest? 51. Shown it all to win a swimsuit, wet t-shirt, or best buns type contest? 52. Got naked as the dare while playing truth-or-dare? 53. Got naked for losing a bet? 54. Got naked for (or as a result of) a radio contest? 55. Played strip poker or other card game (including strip trivial pursuit)? 56. Played strip checkers, chess, or other adult board game? 57. Played (as an adult) a strip version of any young children’s board 58.Played a strip version of any outdoor one-on-one game (basketball, tennis, Lawn darts, etc.)? 59. Played a strip version of any bar game (darts, pool, etc.) At home? 60. Played a strip version of any bar game (darts, pool, etc.) At a bar? 61. Played twister naked? 62. Played golf in the nude? 63. Played any indoor team sport (racquetball, basketball, etc.) Naked? 64. Played any outdoor team sport (volleyball, soccer, softball, etc.) Naked? 65. Played co-ed touch football naked? 66. Played co-ed tackle football naked? 67.Had amateur nude photographs taken of you (photographed by partner, spouse, Friend, etc.)? 68. Had professional nude photographs taken of you (hired someone)? 69. Been photographed nude in the natural outdoors (woods, lake, etc)? 70.Been photographed nude in the populated outdoors (town, city, etc. When nobody was around)? 71. Been photographed nude in public (people are around and can see that you are Naked)? 72. Been photographed nude next to a national landmark? 73.Kept a collection (a dozen photos or more) of photographs of you Naked at places that you have been to? 74.Either shown any nude photographs of yourself to friends or displayed them (prominently) in your home. ( Had a nude photograph of yourself published (reader’s column or on the internet etc.) 75.Found nude photographs of yourself posted on the Internet by someone else from a public nude episode. 76.Found nude photographs of yourself posted on the Internet by someone else from a private nude episode (i.e.: you were naked at the party, but you did not realise that anyone had taken photographs)? 77. Found nude photographs of yourself posted on the internet by a voyeur 78. You did not realise that anyone saw you naked, much less photographed you)? 79. Had your own web site devoted to naked pictures of yourself? 80. Been featured in a nude magazine (paid for the photos)? 81. Been videotaped nude? 82. Been videotaped nude outside? 83. Had someone videotape you flashing someone? 84. Had someone videotape you streaking someone? 85. Shown any videotape of you naked to friends? 86. Sold, swapped, or otherwise distributed any videotape of you naked? 87. Slept in the nude in a tent while camping? 88. Slept in the nude in a sleeping bag out under the stars (no tent, cabin, Etc.)? 89. Gone rafting or tubing naked? 90. Gone hiking naked? 91. Gone rock climbing naked? 92. Gone jogging naked? 93. Gone roller-skating / roller-blading naked? 94. Gone skiing naked? 95. Bungee jumped naked? 96. Parachuted naked? 97. Ridden a bicycle or motorcycle naked? 98. Ridden a jet-ski or other personal watercraft naked? 99. Ridden a horse naked? 100. Mooned someone? 101. Mooned someone in public (other people around)? 102. Mooned a passing vehicle? 103. Mooned someone from a hotel balcony? 104. Mooned a group of six or more people? 105. Mooned an authority figure (parent, teacher, boss, cop)? 106. Flashed someone? 107. Flashed someone (intentionally) while changing in a dressing room? 108. Flashed someone from a hotel balcony? 109. Flashed someone from a glass elevator? 110. Flashed motorists from the side of the road or from an overpass? 111. Flashed motorists from another vehicle? 112. Flashed someone at a bar or party? 113. Flashed the crowd at a concert? 114. Flashed someone from an amusement park ride? 115. Flashed an authority figure (parent, teacher, boss, cop)? 116. Streaked anyone on a dare? 117. Streaked a group of six or more people? 118. Streaked an opposite sex restroom or locker room? 119. Streaked any of your high school or college functions? 120. Streaked your high school or college graduation? 121. Streaked your office or other place of work? 122. Streaked a golf course? 123. Streaked a public gathering? 124. Streaked a shopping mall or department store? 125. Streaked a wedding or wedding reception? 126. Streaked your own wedding reception? 127. Streaked a rock concert? 128. Streaked a classical music concert or symphony? 129. Streaked a professional sporting event? 130. Streaked an event being televised live? 131. Been part of an organised streak (twenty people or more)? 132. Done a striptease alone in front of a mirror? 133. Done a striptease for a partner? 134. Done a striptease for a friend? 135. Stripped for a group of friends? 136.Stripped for a crowd (amateur night at a strip club, wild party, wet T-shirt contest that got out of hand, etc.)? 137. Stripped for an unknown crowd (i.e.: intentionally left drapes or curtains 139. Open for anyone walking by to see 138. Stripped professionally? 139. Stripped while blindfolded so that you could not see who was watching? 140.Been blindfolded, taken some place, and told to strip; not knowing where you were or who was watching? 141. Been blindfolded, taken some place outside, and told to strip; not knowing where you were. 142. Been seen naked by your mother or father-in-law? 143. Been caught naked in a hotel room by a maid, room service, etc? 144. Bathed while someone watched you (erotic situation, not locker room)? 145. Bathed in a co-ed shower (full nudity, not bathing suits at the beach)? 146. Been naked under only a coat in public? 147. Been naked under your gown in either your high school or college Graduation? 148. Greeted your partner at the bus or train station or airport wearing only a Coat? 149. Changed clothes in a moving car in traffic? 150. Changed clothes in a parked car (in a parking lot or along a fairly busy Street)? 151. Changed clothes outside of a parked car? 152. Been naked as a passenger in a car in traffic (in broad daylight)? 153. Been naked as the driver in a car in traffic (in broad daylight)? 154. Been naked in a limo while it was being driven? 155. Been naked in a taxi while it was being driven? 156. Been naked on public transportation while it was in operation (subway, bus, Etc.)? 157. Been naked on a chartered bus trip? 158. Been naked in a convertible with the top down in traffic (in broad Daylight)? 159. Gone through a drive-up window or full service gas station while naked. 160. Been naked on a commercial aeroplane flight (not in bathroom)? 161. Walked out of a store dressing room in your underwear (into public area)? 162. Walked out of a store dressing room naked? 163. Stopped a public elevator to change clothes in it? 164. Got naked in a public elevator? 165. Come out of or otherwise accidentally lost your swimsuit in public? 166.Used a public toilet with someone else in the stall with you (other than one of your children)? 167. Been naked in an opposite sex restroom stall? 168. Been naked in an opposite sex restroom (out in the open)? 169. Been naked in an opposite sex locker room? 170.Stripped to your underwear at a Laundromat to wash or dry the clothes that you had been wearing? 171. Stripped naked at a Laundromat to wash or dry the clothes that you had been wearing? 172. Exposed yourself in an adult theatre? 173. Got naked in an adult theatre? 174. Made a phone call in a public phone booth while naked? 175. Used an automated teller machine while naked? 176. Waited at a bus stop naked? 177. Hitchhiked naked? 178. Gone into a highway rest stop naked? 179. Gone into a gas station, convenience, or fast food store naked? 180. Trimmed your pubic hair to better “display” yourself when naked? 181. Shaved your pubic hair to better “display” yourself when naked? 182.Got a tattoo on or near your genitals mainly so that you can show it off And thus expose yourself? 183. Participated in a situational nudist setting (mardi-gras, biker week, spring break, etc.)? 184. Participated at a nude beach or nudist camp? 185. Been a member of a nude beach or nudist camp? 186. Put in a hot tub, sauna, or similar item as an excuse to get people naked at your house? 187.Been to (or hosted) a nude social gathering (naked participants, not Necessarily anything sexual)? 188.Been to (or hosted) a body painting party (people are naked and encouraged To paint upon one another)? 189.Been to (or hosted a massage party (people are naked and encouraged to Massage each other)? 190.Been to (or hosted) an adult halloween party (costumes with sexual themes Or partial to full nudity. 191.Been to (or hosted) a New Year’s eve party where everyone got naked to Welcome in the New year? 192. Been to (or hosted) a shower party (works best with a dorm or locker room Shower)? 193. Been the only naked person in a group of three or more other people of both Sexes? 194. Been the only naked person in a group of three or more other people of the Opposite sex? 195. Been the only naked person in a group of more than a dozen people of the Opposite sex? 196. Had sunburn on your private parts from outdoor nudist activity? 197. Had poison ivy on your private parts from outdoor nudist activity? 198.Got a splinter, cut, brush-burn, etc. In a “delicate” area while naked? Been arrested for any nudity-related incident? B Been strip-searched?

Once in a Lifetime by Jack Spratt I can't believe we're actually in the air on our way to Zambia. My four girlfriends and I have worked hard to help raise the necessary funds to finance our trip and to pay for medications and other items we'll need helping at a rural hospital near the coast. My mom and dad did a similar thing when they're young and thought the experience would do my friends and me a world of good. Mom helped us with everything. We couldn't believe all the shots we're subjected too to protect us against nearly everything that we would never be exposed to at home. Home is Abbotsville a beautiful city in the mid-west. Nothing of note ever happens here so when it's suggested we could go to Zambia and actually help some of the people we jump at the chance. Our church was very helpful with the planning and fund raising. We five girls meet often to review everything we need, as many of the things we take for granted are not available. The list seems to grow after each meeting. One of the problems will be packing. There's a weight limit to what we can bring without paying additional. My dad says he'll send us additional supplies in two weeks once we find out what we forgot and need. I'm Jayden Forbes fifteen, this'll be my first big adventure and the first time I've ever been away from home by myself. My friends are the same age we all attend the same school and church. We've been working hard to raise a minimum of three thousand dollars each to pay for the airfares and for extras we need for the trip. Our goal is to raise another twenty five hundred dollars for purchases we'll need once there. Our parents, the community and our church members are very active in support both monetary and volunteer work. Several bake sales and rummage sales help. There's an article in the local paper about our goals and surprisingly many people we didn't know sent donations to the church for our project. After seven weeks we're assured the trip is possible. We girls are ecstatic. From the first meeting and decision we would try and raise the money to now as we sit in the plane ready to take off took seven months. Thinking back at the meetings and the lists of items it seemed like yesterday. Mom was a super help for all of us girls as she had made the trip many years ago but had her diary of her trip and came up with all kinds of suggestions. What really surprised me is she had my doctor prescribe birth control pills for me. The other girls mentioned they had them also. It's the first time for all of us to be on such a large plane. We've one stop and then we land in Zambia. The trip is long and uneventful. I'm sitting with Kristy Dryburge my best friend. We held hands most of the trip. In the night I felt her hand between my legs lowering my zipper. I shift my body so she could get to her target my pussy. Her finger massages my wet clitoris takes my mind off the boring trip. I'm in love with Kristy. We've been a couple for nearly two years. Halfway through the night we change seats cuddle under a blanket and I enjoy fingering her till dawn usually we sixty-nine but I don't think the rest of the passengers would have appreciated it. When we finally adjust our position so we can arrange our clothing, I notice my finger is wrinkled from being in her pussy so long. Looking her in eye I put it to my nose then lick her juice. "I hope we're somewhere tonight where you can taste me. I really miss you between my legs Jayden." "Not as much as I miss tasting you Kristy." Landing is Zambia is a real experience. We have a preconceived idea that it would be similar to the airports in our country. Wrong. There're armed soldiers everywhere most look like kids with guns. Looking around we see a black man carrying a sign with all of our names printed on it. Moving through the throng of people we reach him. "Hello I am Jayden Forbes and this is the rest of our group." We're greeted with a large smile and a mouth full of bright white teeth. "I am Simon. Please follow me. We have to obtain your luggage as soon as possible. There're many ways it can disappear." The last thing we would need is to have any luggage disappear after the time we spent making sure we have everything. After nearly an hours we have located and load every piece of luggage and boxes in a large old beat up Ford Van. The heat of the day is revolting, we are wet from perspiration, Simon looks as fresh as a daisy. All the windows are open providing no relief at all just the smells of the new country. We travel for what feels like days but we learn it was actually two hours nearly fifty miles to the coastal town where we are to spend our summer. We veer off the main road into very dense bush then it opens up to a small settlement. We see the hospital and a number of out buildings. Many people are moving about but all stop when they hear the van. They'll wave and a cheer goes up. It's our welcoming party. The administrator welcomes us and tells a young native girl to show us our accommodations and then instructs three men to make sure our luggage is put into each of our rooms. Kristy and I manage to get one small cottage. It isn't much by our standards but I learn later it is considered very elaborate in Zambia standards. Kayla Stiller and Jessica Butcher get the one next to us. Lauren Conley shares a cottage with a new arrival from Britain. I've always thought Kayla and Jessica were a couple but they have managed to keep their relationship to themselves. Lauren is the social butterfly of the group she's already in deep conversation with her new roommate. What I desire now is a bath to rid myself of all the dust and sweat that is coating my body. It turns out we have two choices, one a homemade shower that may or may not have enough water to complete a shower or we can go to a stream and bath in fresh but cool water. There's a sort of enclosure of thick bushes in an area to the right on the stream for some privacy. Kristy and I take the stream. The last thing I need at this time is to run out of water. We take our time bathing helping each other. It's so hard for me not enjoying her breasts and pussy. It's all I thought of during the trip in the van. We don't do anything to obvious, as we have no idea who may be watching. Drying each other we head back to unpack. I can't believe the amount of hand soap my mom managed to put in my luggage. My count is thirty-nine bars. Kristy has piled the same amount on her bed. "I don't know what mom was thinking she never mentioned we would need all this soap. Did your mom mention anything?" "No. I will ask her when I write." One of the girls working for the hospital knocks and advises us there will be a meeting for all the new arrivals at five. This apparently is when we are assigned to different parts of the hospital as staff. The meeting room is sort of a classroom with a big chalkboard in the middle of one wall. All our names are listed and mine appears beside women's ward, Kristy is below mine and has the same designation. Kayla and Jessica have been assigned to the men's ward. We're to report to our respective areas tomorrow morning reporting to the nurse in charge to be assigned duties. They advise us dinner is served in twenty minutes in the dining hall. All five of us have chosen to wear white shorts and sleeveless blouses as uniforms. Each up have four duplicate sets along with panties and bras. Kristy and I are the same size so in a pinch we can borrow from each other. The meals are very plain fare based on fish and poultry. There's plenty of fruit some we've never seen before. That night we've another wash in the stream and get ready for bed. The problem is we have to leave the windows partially uncovered to let the cool breeze from the ocean. Kristy and I move the beds so it is difficult to see what we are doing. Fresh from our bath we are naked and each other's arms. Our first night in Zambia is going to be a satisfying one. As soon as we hit the bed we are in a sixty-nine position. Kristy's pussy never tasted so good. Her sexual odor has me so horny but her tongue quickly takes me to my first climax. Every time I taste her I appreciate our lasting friendship. The morning comes on fast. We can feel the heat of the day. Breakfast consists of tea and biscuits with a type of spread I have never seen before. We are at the ward at five minutes to seven and report to the nurse in charge. She explains that we will be on the day shift for the balance of this week and nights next week. We alternate with two other girls. Our main tasks will be housekeeping and making sure all the women and girls are bathed. We are to assist when needed and find out many do not have our appreciation of hygiene. Modesty is not prevalent when the patients see us with a basin they strip off the sheets and robes and present themselves naked to us. Some of the patients are new mothers having just delivered their babies. One of our tasks is bring the babies to be feed at their mother breasts. Watching the young mother feed makes me jealous as most have lovely black breasts with very large nipples. The babies grasp the nipples and suck profusely the surplus milk trickling down their mouths. Wondering what it would be like to actually suck milk giving nipple I can feel my pussy tingle. I'm surprised I'm so attracted to their bodies especially their beautiful hair framed pussies. It's the first time I've seen pubic hair so tightly curled. The first day is a trial but we get through it. The patients accept us at face value not questioning anything we do. The soap our mom's packed comes in handy, as there is no soap in the hospital. It's a luxury the administration can't afford. When our charges realize we have soap to clean them and make them smell pretty they look forward to us coming into the rooms. By the end of the week we are part of the camp. As we become more proficient and confident in our skills things develop into a routine. With confidence I actually get to study some of my patients. There are some girls our age in the ward and when I bath them I can't believe how beautiful they are. Their breasts are firm and nipples much larger then Kristy's and mine but what really impresses me is the size of their vulvas. The lips are thick and pouty ever one of them gets aroused bathing showing their very admirable clitoris. One girl's sticks out over an inch, every time I see it I want to taste her. Her name is Mary she manages to climax every time I bathe her. She smiles spreading her legs as wide as possible show me her beautiful pink inner lips. Her tight black curly pubic hair frames her beauty. I can only imagine how wonderful she would taste. I wonder if she is bi. Kristy is experiencing the same thing with the women and girls she is taking care of. We discuss the situation and agree that each one of us can pursue these young women without getting jealous. Both of us want to taste the young black pussies displayed to us daily. One afternoon after taking a baby boy back to the nursery I return with warm water to bathe his mother. She's not her usually self but appears to be in discomfort. Her breasts are large and her nipples are discharging thick white milk. "What is wrong? You look like you are in pain." "My baby usually drains my breasts but I am now producing too much milk, my breasts really hurt." The amount of milk seeping from her massive nipples is substantial. Gently moving the washcloth over her breast she winces in pain. They must be super sensitive. She looks at me with eyes pleading for me to do something to relieve her agony. Lowering my face I take her nipple and suck. The taste of her milk has me sucking in earnest. Once I have it drained the other is in my mouth. Mom breast-fed me but this is a first. The milk is so sweet and thick the sensation of drinking this young mother's milk has me very wet. When I'm done she smiles at me and thanks me. Her hand is on my crotch massaging my pussy through my shorts. "Please come to me this evening to drink the surplus after my son's last feeding. Your kindness will allow me to get good night's sleep." "Of course I'll see you tonight about seven." Over the next two weeks breast milk is on my diet until she's released. Thinking back now I really miss it. Surprisingly my skin took on a new glow of healthiness during that period and continued until we flew home. On Sunday we resume the night shift. It isn't as demanding as the day shift. We keep checking the patients on regular intervals. It's actually very boring. I do get to talk to the younger girls and strike up a friendship with the one with the clitoris I would love to suck. When I come into the room she always spreads her legs. "You're very beautiful Mary. Do you have a boyfriend?" "Not really a boyfriend but I see him often do you?" "Yes he's in the states." "He's a long way from here. I bet you miss him?" "A bit but I'm so busy I don't think of him too often." I didn't want to tell her that the only reason I have a boyfriend is to attend school functions with a guy. Kristy is my lover and no boy will ever replace her. Then she surprises me. "Do you have a girlfriend?" Looking right in her eyes then to her clitoris I see it is extended longer then when I first came in the room. It's so pink and moist a real contrast of her dark complexion. It's so appealing I want enjoy it. "Yes I do." "Kristy?" "Yes how did you know?" "I didn't but the way you look at my body I thought maybe you liked women. So do I but I also like men." "Well I like women much better than men." "You haven't seen our men have you?" Kayla and Jessica told us about what they have seen in the men's ward. The size of their patient's penises had them really talking. I didn't believe them but now with Mary mentioning it I wonder. "No I haven't but Kayla and Jessica mentioned the sizes." Mary is smiling and put her hand to her pussy and rubs her engorged clitoris. She looks at me and licks her lips. "Would you like to touch me Jayden?" I've touched her many times bathing her but this's different. Not saying anything I reach and caress her vulva and then finger her clit. Mary is very wet my fingers are coated with her moisture. Bring it to my nose makes me so horny. Mary looks at me then gently takes my head and brings my face between her legs. My mouth is on her clitoris sucking it like a newborn if only her clit gave milk I would be in heaven. Hers is the biggest clitoris I've seen or tasted. It makes me jealous as mine is so small. Mary has a unique sexually taste that's addictive. Lapping up her juice I raise my head and look at her smiling face. "Can I see yours Jayden? I've never seen a white girl before." Since only Kristy and myself are on duty and she won't barge in on me I slip off my shorts. Mary seems fascinated by my soft blue V string bikini. There's a damp spot in the center of the V string. Slowly lowering it I'm standing before her naked from the waist down, my shaved pussy is puffy from excitement. "Please kneel on the bed, I want to see you up close." On my knees beside her she moves her body down the bed motioning me to straddle her face. I feel her hands on my hips pulling me down so my pussy is right on her lips. Her tongue licks as her fingers find my asshole. I'm holding on to the bed headboard to keep from collapsing as Mary brings me to numerous climaxes. Finally she is done and I realize she has two finger buried deep in my ass. It feels so good. "White girl you taste good. I hope you will let me do it again." "Black girl I love your clitoris, I wish mine was that big." "It can be." "You're kidding?" "No my aunt can give you a potion that will make it grow as big as mine. The only problem is there is no way to make it smaller." Looking at her with doubt I dress covering my very satisfied pussy. Mary knows how to eat pussy. She can see my doubt. "It's true Jayden. I will be out of the hospital tomorrow. I hope we see each other often." "How can I see you if you are released?" Mary is laughing. Her beautiful face has me wanting to kiss her cum covered lips. "I work here. I had very bad period pains now it's over. I will be in the women's ward tomorrow but the dayshift. Maybe we can bath together. I would love to bath you." I will miss seeing her at night. The thought of being able to explore her body has my interested tweaked. I'm really looking forward to see her naked body again and will tomorrow after shift if we can arrange the same time off. Mary and I can bath at that time. All moms' extra soap has already paid off now that I have met and tasted Mary. This working vacation is turning out okay. I've seven more weeks of exploration. Friday night is the last night shift. No one has come in to fill the bed Mary vacated. We have made plans to meet tomorrow at four in the afternoon at the stream. Kristy is happy for me and is actually close to another girl in the compound. They may get together this weekend. During my rounds early in the morning I hear some noise coming from a ward. When I go in to investigate I see a male on top of a female fucking her. This isn't supposed to happen but I watch as his shaft plows in and out of her very willing cunt. What really fascinates me is the length of his shaft. It has to be at least ten or twelve inches and as thick as my arm. I watch for about five minutes before he stiffens and pumps his sperm into her. He remains in position panting from his exertion; the fingers of the girl are in his hair both are whispering to each other. When he removes his deflated cock from her cunt it remains open. Even in the half-light I can see a ribbon of thick spunk slowly running down to her asshole. It is a beautiful sight. I feel very horny right now. I slowly back out of the room. Later tonight I will question the lady before I decide if I should report this event. The young lady is single and nearly as beautiful as Mary. She too has a very appealing cunt. When I return she is sitting up looking out of the window. She has a very satisfied smile on her face. Her breasts are exposed and the light seems to make them shine. Her nipples are very large and inviting. "I watched you with that boy tonight. You know that is against the rules." "Please don't tell. It's my boyfriend. We're hoping to get married. If I didn't have sex with him he may wander." When I get closer to her the scent of sex is very strong. A mixture of a woman's pussy and sperm fills the area. She removes her cover revealing her beautiful cunt coated with cum. She needs to be bathed. With a cloth and a basin of warm water I clean her beautiful opening. Her clitoris isn't as big as Mary's but it's way larger than mine. Entering her with my finger I remove a globs of cum. My finger finds her tight asshole. When I look at her she is smiling. My finger pushes against her puckered opening and she pushes back. Slowly my finger slips in two knuckles. "That feels so good. Your hands are so soft." She grabs both her knees and pulls then back towards her head giving me a wonderful view of her asshole and pussy. Her clitoris is now extended begging to be sucked. Her sexual scent mixed with a slight odor of her boyfriend's sperm is heady. I lower my face kissing her pussy and then sucking her clit. I know this can become habit. First Mary and now this young girl, I can't get enough of their taste. After making her cum and licking her juice I leave. I never seen her again as she is released the next day. On Friday we learn we have Saturday off and don't have to report to work till Sunday at seven. It gives us time to do laundry and relax. Everything has to be hand washed in sun-warmed water. Kristy and I quickly complete our chores giving us time to relax. I am looking forward to my meeting with Mary. I have been wet all day thinking of her. Kristy will vacant our cottage if Mary hasn't got anywhere for us to make love. Mary looks so sexy in her native dress it is obvious she isn't wearing a bra the way her breasts move which makes me wonder if she is wearing panties. She is carrying a carryall bag. Her hair is pulled back in a ribbon. Her lip-gloss is a deep red and makes her lips even more desirable. "Come on Jayden I have been waiting to get you alone. I know a nice sport where'll not be disturbed." Following her to the stream we pass our bathing area and go deeper in the forest. It has me wondering as we have been warned not to venture to far from the compound. Mary must have realized my concern. "We'll be safe here, Jayden. Here we are. Doesn't it look cozy?" I've to admit the moss looks inviting and thinking of Mary's nude body does me in. She quickly removes her clothing. Standing in front of me naked, legs slightly spread displaying her big luv lips glistening with her juice she has a big grin. Her eyes are laughing as she watches me slowly strip. Finally I'm standing before her naked. She rolls out a blanket. Quickly I'm in her arms kissing. My body relaxes and we fall to the blanket. Mary manages to shift her body so we are in a sixty-nine position. Her pussy is framed with tight black curls. Juice is seeping from her now open luv lips. The musk scent has me intoxicated with desire. My tongue reaches her open slit and my taste buds are rewarded with a truly unique taste. Closing my eyes I enjoy sucking her opening. Wiggling in position I manage to grasp her clitoris with my mouth and suck. I can feel it growing as I suck. What I wouldn't give to have a clit that large. Mary is sucking my pussy and I feel her long thin finger enter my ass. The feeling I have to poo and climax at the same time is accelerating. I feel my world explode only to be brought back to the brink again and again. When she rolls off me I'm exhausted. I have never experienced anything like this even with Kristy. Mary is beside me face to face and kisses me. Her lips are coated with my thick luv juice. Our tongues play. She is rolling one of my nipples in her fingers. "Mary did you mean what you said about my clitoris. I can have on as long as yours?" "Of course but I also meant it will stay enlarged there's no way of reducing its size once it is extended." "And you aunt can do it for me?" "Yes, I warn you here and now; it can't be reversed. So think hard about that if you plan on going through with it. We can visit my aunt tomorrow and she will tell you all about it." We stand and look at each other, we are such a contrast her beautiful black body, me chalky white. We kiss and then dress. Mary is an excellent lover. She grabs my hand and leads me down the beach away from the stream. I look at her and she smiles. "Where're we going Mary? The stream is the other way." "Would you like to see the boys and the men of the village diving for fish? See those cliffs they dive and spear fish from there. I think you will enjoy the view." The view turns is the men's and boy's cocks. There is a large group of native girls and women also watching. All are bare breasted wearing short sarongs that don't cover their pussies. I really can't believe what I'm seeing, many of the girls have streams of cum running down their legs and none seem embarrassed about it. My cunt is tingling as I look at them. I can't believe my reaction considering I just made love with Mary. The men are only wearing flaps over their cocks and when they dive they hang down like limbs on a tree. The length of their spears and the girl's pussies really has me excited again. Like the girls and women the men have no modesty and seem indifferent about the fact their tools are exposed. Mary is watching me with a knowing smile on her face. "Now you know why we enjoy the men here. Do you like what you see? All of them are curious about the white girls from America." Curious is an understatement. I'm not a virgin losing it to a pimple-faced boy when I was only twelve. I've been fucked only three times. The only time I really enjoyed it is when my uncle did me. He took his time and actually made me climax four times. Unfortunately I don't see him that often. I'll see him at Thanksgiving and hope to have him do me again. I stare in awe as they continue their diving. The length of their cocks has my attention. None of the guys I know at home could compare. Mary is laughing embarrassing me. "I told you our guys are different. Have you ever had one that big?" "Hell I've never seen any that big. Is one of them your boyfriend? Which one?" "There, see the one just about to make his dive." Looking at him his cock hangs down a good twelve inches. It looks like a black snake. I'm fascinated. "When David's in me I feel like it should be taste him, he is so long and thick. All the males are interested in you white girls every one of them think about fucking you so don't make eyes at them. They'll have you on your back in seconds right here on the beach." It's an intriguing thought. I wonder if I could accept anything that big. Mary grabs my hand and we run to the shore where the men are returning from their dives. She grabs her boyfriend's arm and brings him over to me. His loincloth is too short for the length of him the head of his snake extends two inches past the cloth. It's so large. "Jayden this is Roger. He's been my man for nearly a year. Roger this is my good friend Jayden from the compound." When I look up he's smiling watching my eyes stare at the head of his massive cock. He moves slightly exposing the complete trunk. Wow it's long. It's presently extended but the weight doesn't allow it to stick out from his body. He's looking at Mary smiling. I can see desire in both of their eyes. "Jayden, would you mind if Roger and I went for a few minutes? Roger, call Ron and Bill over here to keep Jayden company." "Of course I don't mind Mary and there's no need to bother his friends I will sit here and watch the divers." "Jayden, its no bother, it'll give them a chance to see a beautiful white girl and show off." Roger calls and two young men come running over. Their cocks flopped back and forth as they move. They're both well endowed. When they see me I watch as their cocks go rigid. Roger tells them of Mary's suggestion both smile and come over. "Jayden this is Ron and the small one is Bill." Bill may have been smaller in build then Ron but his cock nearly hits his knee. Neither boy makes any attempt in covering up their monsters. They sit on both sides of me staring. I guess I am as different to them as they are to me. Mary and Roger take off down the beach and follow the stream. I have visions of Mary on her back and Roger mounting her then burying his massive cock in the pussy I just enjoyed. Bill is the first to speak. "You know what they will be doing don't you?" My blush tells them I know. Bill moves closer to me and whispers. "Jayden I would love to have you so would Ron. Would you like to come with us?" I'm dumbfounded at their suggestion. Bill must have taken my shock as an approval. I find myself being lead though a heavy undergrowth. Ron is following with a blanket. We come to small clearing and Ron spreads the blanket. Bill takes me in his arms and kisses me. Still in shock I feel my body being lowered to the blanket. All my will power is gone. Bill's hands run over my breasts. My nipples are like bullets. I can feel the buttons of my clothing being undone. My short and panties are lowered and removed. Both young men drop their loincloths. I can see precum on the heads of both black snakes. Bill moves in position and lowers his cock so the head is at my mouth. I automatically open and accept the head sucking. His taste is salty but acceptable. Ron is between my legs feeling my very wet pussy. I can't believe I'm doing this. "Jayden we want to fuck you is it okay? We don't want any trouble with the compound." I've no idea why I did it but I nod it's okay. Bill pulls his cock out of my mouth and put the head against my wet cunt. As he lower his body I watch as his twelve inches disappear deep inside of me. I have never felt anything like it. When he starts to stroke in and out of my pussy, I can't believe the feeling. My limited experience in sex never prepared me for this. I'm in ecstasy. I feel my climax building and explode. Bill isn't far behind me. I feels like someone turn on a hose in my pussy. Bill's long cock and cum fill my void. I've never felt this good about sex. When he softens Ron is standing ready. His cock is hard looking for relief. "Is if okay for me to fuck you Jayden?" Again a reflex has me nod yes. Ron's cock enters me and he starts pumping. Ron is much more vocal then Bill. He is panting heavily as he brings me to numerous climaxes. My cunt feels like there is a large log embedded in me. Ron ejaculation even better than Bill's. Strings of hot thick white cum pump deep into me. My frazzled mind realizes now why mom put me on the pill. I wonder if she experienced the same thing when she was here years before Before they take me back to the beach they both fuck me one more time. My cunt is sore and dripping cum. When we finally return Mary is waiting for me. She looks like she has had her pussy fucked as well cum is running down her thighs. "Well do you like Ron and Bill? Did they take good care of you?" Both Bill and Ron have very stupid grins and that tell Mary everything she needs to know. "Come on Jayden we will go up stream to clean up otherwise you will smell like a sperm bank. I know the amount of cum that must be in you." At the stream Mary washes cum out of her pussy gobs of it then works on me. She has me squat as she fingers my pussy squeezing out cum. I watch stings of heavy white cum being carried away with the current to the sea. I envision some fish thinking it's a floating worm swallowing Bill, Ron and Roger's cum. The cool water helps to shrink my opening. I have never felt this exhausted in my life. Mary nearly had to pull me all the way from the stream to my cottage. "Thank you Mary for a day I will never forget. I never knew how good a cock could feel. My time with you was super also. I hope we can do it again." "We will. I'll pick you up after work tomorrow and we can see my aunt. Think about what I said about the results. They can't be reversed." Once in the cottage I collapse on my bed wondering if Kristy is faring as well as I did. I hope she did, as I don't want her to be jealous. I really need her love. Sleep must have overtaken me because the noise of the door opening and closing wakes me. It's Kristy. She seems to be as exhausted as I am. Her hair is all mussed up and that isn't Kristy. "Did you have a good time Kristy?" "I think so. Alyssa introduced me to a couple of her friends." Kristy has a really stupid grin on her face. I think she has been introduced to some of the extended cocks. I can see a large damp spot on the crotch of her white shorts. She is dripping and it isn't her juice. I've a feeling she has been fucked. "Jayden I'm so tired would you come with me to the stream so I can get cleaned up. I don't want to go alone." "Of course Kristy." Grabbing towels and soap we both slowly watch to the bathing area. The smell of sperm follows Kristy. She has been fucked. "What did you do Kristy?" "I hate to tell you this Jayden but I got fucked, really fucked. I can't believe the size of the cocks around here. What about you?" "Same thing. I got nailed four times this afternoon. I cleaned up before returning to the cottage." Once at the stream, we strip. My cunt is nearly it regulars size. White cum is seeping down Kristy's leg. She squats and I finger her to get the surplus of cum to seep from her love lips. I make a mental note to get a large douche for us. If getting fucked becomes the norm we'll need it. What surprises me is her asshole has also been stretched. Three fingers easily slip in her and gobs of cum dribble out. I splash cool water in the opening coaxing more to drain. I've never seen her asshole so open before. It looks very sexy. "How many guys did you have Kristy?" "Five." "And how many times?" "I don't know I lost count. I think nine or ten times in my pussy and same for my asshole. I couldn't believe how good it feels to be so full. Are all of the men around her so big?" "Well the two that fucked me were very big. I didn't have a cock in my asshole." "It feels so different Jayden. If you do it again try it." That night we slept exhausted in each other's arms reassuring each other of our love. We woke early about five nobody in the camp in is moving. The heat of the day is just beginning, donning light robes we run to the stream to have a quick bath. Kristy does me and I do her. Back at our cottage we still have an hour before breakfast. Dropping our robes we are in bed together sixty-nining. Kristy pussy is so puffy and soft and her asshole although now shrunk shows beautiful stretch marks. I plant a kiss on it and lick it. I can feel Kristy's tongue trying to enter my pussy. It is a nice way to start the day. Every free moment has me thinking of the previous day. My body it telling my brain it needs more of those large cocks. Kristy idea of being fucked in my asshole has me tingling. Finally the day ends and at dinner Mary finds and sits beside me. "Well do you still want to see my aunt? I have loan of the van and Roger will drive us. I told them it is a family emergency. You are family right?" It appears every village is in the bush off the road. Mary's is no different. It is a collection of thatch huts and a large main building in the middle. All activity stops when they heard the van. Curiosity has them crowding the truck. Many great Mary with hugs and kisses, the men have loin-clothes but the younger boys are naked. All I can see is black cocks. The teenage girls are bare breasted and a number of them are showing signs of pregnancy. One doesn't look ten years old but she is definitely pregnant. A number of the young girls come up to me and feel my skin and hair. For me I am looking at a sea of beautiful young pussies that are begging for some lesbian experiences. Licking my tongue I want to be their teacher. Finally with all the greetings over Mary leads me to her aunt. She is a spitting image of Mary. Mary moves me inside and explains to her aunt what I desire. "You have told her that it can't be reversed?" "Yes aunty many times but she wanted to come and talk to you." "Jayden you realize what this means your clitoris will grow and it will never shrink. Some men are afraid of a woman with a penis." She notices a look of bewilderment on my face. She removes her sarong and I am looking at a three-inch clitoris. It's magnificent. "It's very beautiful. Will mine be that big?" "If you want but I caution you." "Please I have thought about it for days and want to go through with it." Still staring at her clitoris I see Mary nod to her aunt. Then I feel her hands on my head lowering me to my knees so I am at eye level with her aunt's clitoris and large cunt. Her musky scent is a potion. My face is drawn into her pussy giving me a taste of her luv juice. I can't' believe the size of her clitoris. It is touching the back of my throat. Aunty body shutters as I bring her to a climax. She pulls me up and kisses me. I feel her hands on my crotch then feel her lower the zipper of my shorts. Her hand is on my pussy. My mind is swooning with pleasure. "Your pussy is soft with no hair. You should stay in the village. I am sure many of the girls would love to meet you." My mind is reeling as she brings me to a climax. Are all the women in Zambia so sexy? Later she hands me a small leather sack filled with a powdery mixture. "Take a measure every day with water until it is all gone. You will feel growth in three days." On the way back I asked Mary what a measure was. She laughed and told me a teaspoon. In bed that night my head is full of all kinds of crazy dreams. One is of me with such a long clitoris I could fuck Kristy with it. Morning comes. As predicted I can feel something different between my legs. My clitoris is hard and won't go back into its hood. It feels good but has me wet all the time when my panties rub it. It seems I am in a continued state of arousal. On the fifth day I don't know if it is just my imagination but I look larger. One thing good about it, Kristy keeps sucking it until I climax. I return the favor. She hasn't mentioned any changes in my clit but I know it's bigger. During the week a care package from my parents arrived. I had used some of my money to call home and speak to mom. She didn't question my need of two large douches and I thought I could hear her giggle when I asked her for them. Kristy and I unpack the box. It is like a Christmas in July. There is more soap and toothpaste alone with a collection of brushes. A big surprise is ten tubes of K. Y. Jelly. But our prize is four large douches and four water bottles with long enema hoses attached to them. Mom is wiser then I gave her credit for. On the bottom of the box are two carryall bags one for each of us. All the rest of the space is full of soap and toilet paper. At dinner that night we are surprised to learn we have Saturday and Sunday off. Mary is at my side and asks me if I would like to accompany her to stay with her aunt at her village for the weekend. After conferring with Kristy I accept. Kristy is going to get find out how many times she can get fucked in two days. The girls she has loved told her that eight of her male friends want to meet her. It seems the five boys she let fuck her have told every male they know of the white girl with the bare pussy that likes to fuck. Friday night we fill our carry-alls with a douche, a water bag, soap, K. Y. Jelly and toilet paper. Now we are ready for the weekend. It is late Friday night when Mary and I arrive at the village. Mary shows me my sleeping quarters a small hut facing the ocean to catch the breeze. Later I found out exactly why she put me there. Like at the camp the bathing facilities are a stream near the village. While kissing me Mary has her finger in my pussy. When I feel grab my clit I realize that is has really grown. Then she has her finger in my asshole. After a few climaxes she asks me if I want more black cocks. Surprised at the question I shyly nod yes. "Well if you hear someone enter your hut just spread your legs and enjoy." That comment sends tingles through my body wondering what she is actually up too. It has to be nearly nine thirty when she drops me off at my hut. Earlier in the evening is spent with her aunt who has me lower my shorts and panties so she could examine my clit and pussy. She appears very impressed with the changes and kisses me on my pussy then sucks my newly enlarged clit. I nearly faint when I cum. "Jayden the potion has started to do its job, I'm proud to see you are growing so well. In a week you will be at the maximum growth. I hope to see it again." Laying on my cot the sound of the waves is so relaxing. I just started to doze off when I hear the flap open. Like Mary instructed I spread my legs and wait. I can see an image in the shadows. He gets between my legs and I feel his snake enter me. By the time he is done I have cum five times. His hot cum is now seeping out of my stretched pussy. Grabbing some toilet paper I wipe up the surplus. Rolling over to an exhausted sleep I dream of the large unknown cock fucking me. My dream is so life like then I wake again to feel some one fingering my asshole. Whoever it is, plans to fuck me there. Reaching my carryall I get the K. Y. Jelly and hand it to the unknown male. The cool lube coats me asshole. He grunts as I feel the head of his cock entering my asshole. This is the first time for me. Whoever it is just took my anal cherry. I have no idea how large he is but it feels like I have a long hose up my ass. Once in I get to enjoy the short strokes and actually cum twice before I feel him ejaculate. When he leaves I am still on my tummy and it feels like a breeze is in my asshole. Reaching back I realize my asshole is still stretched open. Now I am wondering how many more will come in the night and fuck me. By the time morning came I have had eleven visitors in the night, four enjoyed my asshole and the others my pussy. Rested no, thoroughly fucked and satisfied, yes for the moment, I feel great. Mary comes into my full of energy. "So did you have some visitors in the night? I mentioned the fact that you were willing to have a few guests in the night. Many of the men have a smile on their faces this morning. Come on you look like you didn't get too much sleep. You need a nice cool bath." Mary leads me to the stream and undresses. She removes the soap from my carryall and lathers. She is looking at me slowly removing my nighty that is covered in cum. She rinses and comes to assist me. Arranging the water bottle in a tree she hands me the syringes that I bury in my asshole. The cool water feels so good on my ravished ass. Grunting I discharge the load of water along with a bucket of cum. Mary has me squat and use the douche on me. She has to fill me five times before clear water flows from my pussy. The cool water gives me a boost. "You did have a few visitors last night. Do you want them again tonight? If not no one will bother you if you do the ones that didn't get a chance to fuck a white girl will be there tonight." "I don't know if I can take that many again. It's the first time in my life I have ever did anything like that. Last night it was one big cock after another. I find it hard to walk this morning." "Well today after breakfast we will go to the beach and relax. You think you can handle that?" Breakfast was juices and fruit with some sort of a biscuit. I'm so hungry I eat two of them. Mary grabs two more and wraps them and some of pieces of fruit. She also packs six bottles of water. "This'll be out lunch that way we don't have to leave the beach till sunset." My two-piece red bikini is molded to my body. The beach is away from the village and when we arrive a number of young people are enjoying the water. We find a shaded area under a tree and I lay out my blanket. I need to get some sleep after last night's adventure. Mary drops her robe, she's naked. I look at her. "We all go naked on this beach. It makes it easier for sex." Now I'm looking shocked. "Yes Jayden the girls and guy enjoy each other on the beach in front of everybody else. Sex here is a given and both the boys and girls enjoy it. If you're interested in joining just remove your bottoms and I assure you that a big black cock will fill you. You are the only white girls so you will attract a lot of attention." As we walk to the water we pass three couple in the throes of fucking. The girls are so well endowed. How I would love to know then intimately. There're nearly twenty people in the water splashing and laughing. It feels good on my body. Mary has struck up a conversation with a boy the next thing I see is she has her legs wrapped around him as he maneuvers his cock into her cunt. He slams his cock with deep thrusts until he ejaculates. Mary hangs on and I see her face contorts as she climaxes. The boy kisses her and lowers her in to the water. "Mary does everybody just fuck when they have the urge? It looks so sexy." "Well we do have sex a lot. I love it. Every time I've a weekend off I'm in the village. The beach is one of the reasons I come home." Mary has a sexual glow about her as we walk to the shaded area. Again we pass a number of couples humping with no thought of the people around them. I feel a tingle between my legs. When I look down I am shocked. My clit is extended and is pushing out against my bikini. I have grown nearly two inches. Reaching in my bikini I arrange it so it isn't sticking out. It helps but touching it has me excited. When we reach our shade I undo the two ties holding my bottoms and remove them. Now my shaven pussy is available for anyone to see and my clitoris, my fabulous larger than life clitoris. It sticks out from my body. What a difference. Mary and I lay side by side on our backs with our legs spread. Her clitoris and mine are nearly the same size and both are sticking up like miniature penises. Mary holds my hand. My desire to make love too her is so strong but it may not be accepted in the open. A warm glow runs over my body thinking about it. Mary nudges me. There are five naked young girls standing over us. My eyes focus between their legs surveying their cunts. The tingling feeling between my legs is magnified. Each girl is unshaven but her luv lips are open exposing the beautiful pink interior. They are all looking between my legs. "They're curious about white girls. You're likely the first one they have seen with her legs spread. The fact you're shaven is new to them. They want to touch you." I certainly want to do more than touch them, looking at them I sit up and spread my legs beckoning them to explore. The youngest is ten or eleven. She has perky breasts topped with large nipples. The hair surrounding her pussy isn't as heavy as the others. I smile at her and look to Mary. "I think she wants you Jayden. Do you like young girls?" "Well if they all look like her I soon could. How do I know if they are bi? She's so cute." "After the girls are done touching you just take her hand and have her sit beside you. By the look in her eyes she is taken with your white skin and shaved pussy." The girls kneel beside us and I feel fingers touching and prodding me between the legs. Everyone feels and rubs my clit. All this attention has me so wet. Twice I feel a finger enter me and once I felt a long finger in my asshole that is still stretched from last night's encounters. Finally there curiosity satisfied they get up to leave. Each thanks me for allowing them to examine me. Hell I enjoyed it. When the young girl gets up to leave I take her hand and squeeze it. Her smile is devastating. As she sits beside me my and is on her thigh caressing her. I want to finger her pussy but still have not seen any girl-girl activity in the open. Her name is Karen. She is sitting crossed legged which opens her pussy showing me what I want to taste. "Mary. where can I go with Karen? She is beautiful." "You don't have to go anywhere. Nobody will care. Look over there, see the two guys?" Two young boys are very close together spoon fashion, and then I notice that the boy facing the other boys back has his cock is deep in the other boy's asshole. Dumbfounded I watch as he brings himself to a climax. The boy on the bottom is pushing himself against this friend. Finally the boy pulls out his soft cock kiss his friend and offers his ass to him. I watch as his long cock disappears into the boy's asshole. This surprised me at first but then I realized I want to make love to his young girl. I guess some of both sexes have interests in each other. I pull Karen to me and kiss her. She tells me she is interested in continuing with her tongue seeking my tongue. My hands are on her breasts then I rub her nipples. She curls beside me face to face. My hand finds her wet soft cunt surrounded by soft tight curls. Mary is watching with interest. The ties holding my bra are loosened and it falls. Karen looks at me then has my nipple in her mouth sucking. Cradling her head I enjoy the sexual feeling. I can see the top of her dark peach and my desire to taste her grows. Mary has been joined by one of the girls that examined my body. They are sixty-nining. My fingers enter Karen's cunt getting drenched then to my nose for a wonderful smell then a taste. She had a faint taste of piss and sea water. The odor is breathtaking. My desire to bury my face between her legs has me remove my nipple from her mouth and lay Karen down. Once between her legs she seems to read my mind and spreads as wide as possible. The odor close to my goal is fantastic. Kissing her love lips causes her clitoris to poke its head from its hood. Lapping her juice fills my taste buds. My lips find her clitoris and my finger finds her tight asshole. I really don't how long I spent between this young girl's legs but when I come up for air, Mary is just positioning herself to get fucked by a very large black cock. Karen is panting looking at me with loving eyes. My finger has been in her ass for the whole time I am enjoying her pussy. Karen lifts her body from the blanket and kisses my juice-coated lips. Then she pushes me down to my back and latches onto my extended clitoris. This experience makes me happy I took the potion to extend it. Climax after climax has my body trembling. Before Karen goes we make a promise to get together again tonight. Mary grabs my arm to go back into the water to clean some cum draining from her pussy. "So you are enjoying our day at the beach? We still have hours. The guys are all talking about your pussy. They too are so delighted to have a shaved white girl on the beach. Are you ready to be fucked all afternoon?" "Well since I am here I guess I better do as the natives do. I can't believe how free everybody is about sex. Have you had sex with Karen?" "No but I will after you've gone. She's so young and looks so good." By the end of the day I am introduced to seven young men each with what seems to be massive sized cocks. Each one fucked me, some in the water other on the beach and one with me leaning over a rock from behind. I have been fingered and prodded and enjoyed every minute of it. The last thing Mary and I do before returning to the village is bath. She helps me remove the wads of cum from my dripping cunt and I do the same for her. My douches are getting a real workout. After the evening meal a dance is held. The rhythms of the night have me weaving with the people. Everyone is enjoying the activities. None of the women wear panties and many are dancing with cum draining down there legs. Couples pair off and disappear reappearing after sex. Their acceptance of sex as a big part of their life is so different compared to my sheltered life. During the dance three of my partners take me. The feeling of being filled each time has my body tingling with fulfillment. I never thought I would enjoy being fucked so many times. That night is like the night before I have many visitors. In the morning all of my openings are full of native cum. Two of my visitors had me suck them dry. Both Mary and I drag our bodies around the village totally exhausted. We fall asleep against each other during the ride back to the compound. That night is the first good sleep I've since Thursday. My body openings are sore but I wouldn't have missed that weekend for anything. For the balance of our stay both Kristy and I make ourselves available to the males in the compound. Every night I thank my mom for the birth control pills I faithfully take each morning. I can assure her not one is wasted. Like my mom I keep a diary of my adventures in Zambia. With each days entry I make a note on top indicating how many times I fucked one box g for girls and b for boys. It is a very sad day when we leave. All our co-workers surround us and most of them are crying. I learn that all five of us enjoy the adventures with the guys although some of the other girls had actual boyfriends and limited themselves to one guy Kristy and me played the field. Kristy had a very beautiful young girl as a lover for the last month. Often I would leave the cottage so they could be alone. This certainly isn't a hardship as many men are available to keep me busy. I have never douched so many times in my life. I did manage to see my young girl friend three more times during our stay. I have fond memories of making love with her. The last time I was with her we exchanged address and promise each other to write. Mary and I did the same thing she certainly is a very good friend. I can't thank her enough for introducing me to open sex. I will think of her every time Kristy sucks my elongated clit. As the plane accelerates down the runway there's tears in my eyes. Kristy looks at me and gives me a hug. "I feel the same way Jayden. I'm so glad you talked me into the trip. The rest of the girls feel the same way. We have had an experience of a life time." Once off the ground the lights of the airport grew faint. Soon we were in darkness with only the cabin lights on. Kristy and I curl up and soon I feel her hand unbuttoning my shorts. Her cool hand runs down my tummy to my very wet pussy and clitoris. When I feel her hand gasp it and slowly pump it I know it's something I'll never regret. Later when Kristy finally falls asleep I take my diary and read about the adventure. Curious I start adding up the times I got fucked. By the time the speakers tell us to buckle up I'm at two hundred and eleven times in my pussy and eighty-seven in my ass and I am not half way through. My pussy and clitoris are excited as the big plane touches the tarmac. Memories of the wonderful summer flash through my mind. The question is how will I ever revert back to the life I had? Mom and dad are ecstatic when they meet us. In the car my eyes make contact with moms and she has a very knowing smile on her face. It's a babble of voices in the car as both Kristy and I try to answer mom and dad's questions. During the ride home I have my hand on Kristy's pussy feeling the heat through her cloths. I lean over and kiss her on the cheek and whisper that we have to meet tomorrow for sure. She'll be the only one to take the edge of my needs. A comment dad mentions gets both Kristy's and my attention. The church is going to do this again next year. In unison both Kristy and I put our names up for candidates to return. We are both smiling as we squeeze each other's hand. I will let you know if we're successful.

Orgasm Inc. by Sottovoce Orgasm Inc. Ch. 01 A young nurse loses control in an exam room. I was crashing over the lip of amazing orgasm and having my g-spot pounded mercilessly when my boss walked in on me... Wait, wait, I'm telling this in the wrong order. I probably shouldn't start with the climax (ha ha), but with the beginning. I'll come back to that orgasm... ***** My name is Abby and six weeks ago I was finishing my Bachelors of Science in Nursing in Philadelphia PA. I was born and brought up in a small town in Maine and wanted nothing more than to get out of the state to experience life and learn to live on my own. I did a lot of both. I learned that being pretty and petite meant that I never had to buy drinks for myself and never needed to go long between bouts of sex if I didn't want to. I learned that most girls are bitches and that if you can find a core group of real women to spend your time with that we had deeper conversations and more profound discoveries than I ever did with a man. I learned to work hard, play hard and to find joy where I could. Studying to be a nurse is hard work, both intellectually and psychologically. The human condition is often scary, sad and unpredictable. As a nurse you learn to compartmentalize the part of you that wants to run away or say "Ewwww" and live in the part of you that can give hard news, clean up bad messes and sit with a patient without feeling all the emotions that crop up along the way. Don't get me wrong, you still feel everything, but a good nurse is able to have those feelings without owning them or holding them close to their center. My last year of school I lived and worked and studied with a core group of friends, Matt, Kathy and Caitlyn. I had no time for distractions and since I had a healthy sexual appetite, Matt and I started scratching each other's itches and eventually became an item. Matt was smart and empathetic and had no problem being a man in a women dominated profession. We were monogamous for most of our last year and it wasn't until finals and the last push to completion that I found out that the monogamy was all one sided - mine. It turned out that all along I had been the side dish to a main course that was getting married to Matt next May in Delaware. My emotional compartmentalization helped me through finals, I ducked my head, worked the problem and graduated with a BSN. When I think back at that relationship, I see that Matt was partially responsible for my current predicament. I'd slept with a lot of men and I understood that all men were not created equal. I'd had fat, thin, short, tall, impatient, impervious and marathoners... And that was just their cocks :-) I like to think that I judge a man by his sense of humor and ability to hold my hair back when riding the porcelain bus rather than the size of his dick... Matt, however, turned out to be a total cock with a tiny dick. I'm an attractive girl. I'm a redhead with a full head of flowing curls (yes, gentlemen... a natural redhead). I have a tight little body with tiny little breasts and perfect ass. I think my breasts feel perfect in my hands - but I have small hands - and I think my nipples are beautiful when they grow stiff between my fingers. I have flawless skin, almost no body hair and a smattering of freckles in places that most people don't get a chance to see. Puberty hit long before I was ready for it, and my beautiful pussy was invading my dreams, wetting my undies and getting me in trouble at school. I learned to masturbate early and when I had ready partners, I preferred to have sex often and vigorously. Here is the part that pisses me off... I can have any man that I want, I chose Matt because I was determined to see past his shortfalls (pun intended) and work on building a quality relationship (plus, he was close, convenient and uncomplicated). Matt's dick was short enough that when he stroked his length into me, not much more than his head got in and a passionate thrust was often accompanied by him pulling back too far and needing to be directed back into my wet embrace. I put up with that for most of a year to discover that Mister Short Stroke was sharing his best efforts with another girl. If I had known, I'd have taken a whack at Kathy or Caitlyn - just to mix things up! Long story short (yes, again), my little cunny had not been truly filled, stem to stern, in quite a while and even worse I might have forgotten where my g-spot was... Fast forward to now... I've come home from school, a little fried from this last year and hoping to get a little parental nurturing while I get my next step together. Mommy and Daddy were glad to have me back while making it clear that life had moved on for them and my room was destined to be converted to my father's golf room. I knew that I wanted to work in a bigger city and perhaps specialize as a Family Nurse Practitioner, but I needed some time off before I jumped back into total independence and responsibility again. My mother informed me that she had heard that her Gynecologist had lost a nurse and within days I had applied and gotten accepted. I could live at home, work part-time, keep my skills up and search for jobs in Philly or Boston in my spare time. It seemed like the perfect respite. The work was easy and my boss was a nice guy. He ran Martin, MD with his wife and a staff of rotating nurses... we often had three to six nurses on staff depending on the schedule and time of year. Dr. Martin introduced himself as Robert but pronounced it like Roberto... both he and his wife looked foreign, had dark hair, olive skin and the slightest accent. I learned from the other nurses that they both came from Spain, that he had gone to medical school in the US and that they had opened their practice in Maine out of love of the countryside. Dr. Martin was a good doctor, but was hard to look at - his face was flat, his nose a lump, and he suffered from childhood pockmarks that scarred him for life. I would have said he was unattractive, but only when his face was in repose. When he spoke, his eyes lit up and his face took on a character of its own. I imagine that it was this second face that his wife fell in love with. Connie, his wife, was not much bigger than me in size but seemed to tower in any room she occupied. She was capable, smart, decisive and walked around the office with the attitude of a lion tamer. I can imagine her with whip in one hand and chair in the other, nurses cowering and ready to do her bidding. She was always impeccably dressed... four inch heels, skirt, and belted blouse - often with the collar up. I have never seen her without being completely put together... makeup, jewelry, scent and attitude. Truth be told, Dr. Martin did the doctoring, but Connie ran Dr. Martin and everyone else that walked in the door, from patients to staff to calendar and billing. This afternoon I had some free time on my hands and decided to clean up one of the exam rooms. I noticed that the door to the Supply Room was not locked as usual and went in to get some spare supplies. Tucked into the back corner I saw an exam cart, gleaming and ready. I opened the drawers to see if it was equipped properly and gasped when I saw what was inside - an assortment of dildos, vibrators, rabbits, clamps and restraints. I had no idea why this stuff was hidden away in the supply closet and could only assume that it all belonged to Connie - no nurse would bring in her private stash to hide it at work... What did me in and caused all of this, was in the bottom drawer - a nice little rabbit with a curved tip that was designed to search and destroy g-spots. I laugh at that description, but I had one just like it in school before it walked during one of our dorm parties - Matt would have been a lot easier to tolerate if I could have ground that baby home once a week during our relationship... This baby pink rabbit was almost exactly like the one I had and just seeing it felt like a hit in the gut. Since school let out I had been rubbing one out here and there, but I hadn't ventured out in my conservative little town to replace my lost toy. Before I knew what I was doing, I had reached out and picked it up, my thumb rubbing up the rabbit and the curved head arching towards me. Some of the best orgasms I've ever had were a combination of grinding on my g-spot while the rabbit went wild on my clit. At that thought my pussy puckered open and a flush rushed up my chest and into my cheeks. It might have been a while, but my body responded immediately to the sight and feel of it in my hands. During my four years in Philly I had had sex with a bunch of boys, but not many men. One memorable boy lost his load when I laid down naked on his bed and spread my legs. Another one could never recover from the blow job I gave him... he was hung like a horse and giving him oral was like eating an extra large ice cream cone.. I had to attack it from one side, then the other and then eventually sucked the head into my mouth to his immense and final pleasure. One of the only "men" I slept with in school was the computer guy for our dorms. It took me a while to convince him that I would be a safe tryst and that no trouble would come from me and in return he treated me to a festival of orgasms. Before he had even taken off his pants he had raised a blush to my checks with an uncommon attention to my breasts and nipples and then moved down to the first of many oral orgasms... the fiercest of which had his lips sucking on my clitoris, his fingers buried deep in me, tracing circles around my g-spot and his thumb rubbing my cum juice around and around my butt hole. I kept cumming as he would move from one sensitive spot to the next, never staying long enough in one to over-stimulate it into pain. He had introduced me to my g-spot and within the week I had purchased my rabbit and put it to regular and often loud and vigorous use. Seeing that dildo in the exam cart though was a low blow - a strike directly to my center with all the force that Matt could never deliver. I lost my hearing as the blood pounded fiercely in my ears and that steady thub thub thub was all I could hear. I could feel the heat in my checks and the burning at the tips of my ears in memory of what could be. I put it back, closed the drawers and slowly backed out of the room. I went back to work and attribute my ability to function at all to the training and compartmentalization that I had learned in Nursing School. While one part of me was smiling or chatting with the staff another part of me was still reaching out with one hand on that dildo... one part of me was thinking about how long it has been since I had cum hard. My ears had stopped pounding and my flush had retreated to my chest, but my pussy was still throbbing to the beat of my heart. Normally, my pussy looks sleek and hidden below the short crop of red, but when excited, my lips swell up with blood and my secret spaces start to bulge and pucker. My mind was reeling and my sex had definitely come out to play - my juices were soaking the spare fabric of my thongs. I watched Connie from across the room and tried to imagine her with the cart of toys and stimulations. I had always been so intimidated by her presence that I had never looked at her as a woman. Now I could see her slim waist under her belted blouse, her voluptuous breasts gathered and held at bay behind her buttoned top. Her thin hips topped a shapely ass which melded perfectly with what could only be athletic thighs and well-defined calves. I imagined Connie kneeling and sucking on a cock, and as I saw in my mind's eye her taking it into her mouth, my nipples shattered into nubs of ice and heat. Connie snapped me out of my dream state with a cocked eyebrow and a once over look that took me all in. "Abby" she said, "We'll need Exam Room Four prepped for next week. Why don't you take some time to get it ship-shape? We are OK up here for a while..." I scurried from the room with a quick "Yes Ma'am" and moved down the hall, a little embarrassed at being caught thinking of Connie in that way while simultaneously aroused at the image. Exam Room Four looked good at first glance. I started checking supplies in drawers and topping off items as needed when I noticed the cart sitting by the Exam Room door. It shouldn't be there... as a matter of fact there was already one tucked under the counter by the chair. I moved forward in both anticipation and fear... if it was the same cart, what was it doing in the Exam Room? Had Connie put it there? Even worse, could I withstand the temptation that was throbbing away between my legs? I pressed my thighs together, pinching my lips together and shooting lightning into the rods that my nipples had become. I swooned a little and pressed again. The wet fabric of my thong started chafing my tender spots and I reached down into my scrubs to pull the tight fabric away from my body. The heat down there was remarkable and I involuntarily reached past the fabric and cupped my entire womanhood in my hand. It throbbed under my hand and the wetness coated my palm and fingers. I cocked one knee to the side to give more room beneath and felt my middle finger slip past the fabric and into the folds below. I dragged my hand up and away, leaving my finger in my folds for as long as I could, stroking my nub for the entire length of the digit. I was still staring at the cart, my heart pounding in my ears again as I brought my hand up to my nose and smelled the juices still coating my fingers. It smelled amazing and without thought I curled the middle three into my mouth and started sucking them clean. I snapped out of my reverie and knew that a decision had been made... I moved forward quickly to the cart, open the drawer enough to see the sex toys inside and then stepped to the door of Exam Room Four to lock it from the inside. In less time than it takes for most men to change a light bulb, I had my scrubs off, both top and bottom, that pink rabbit in my hand and a quick assessment of the exam table made. With precise motions, the back was tilted up, the stirrups were up, and I was sitting up on the table with my bra unclipped from the front and my ankles positioned in the stirrups, knees out and pussy throbbing and calling for release. I felt insane and right then I didn't care. I checked to make sure that I could see the door was locked. I pinched hard against my nipples and as I tugged them down towards the floor I felt a streamer of juice drip past my taint and onto my rosebud. I reached down with my right hand and lay the dildo against my clit and slit from above. I bounced it a little and pulled it up then down again, destroying any reservations my clit might have and soaking the dildo with my own juices. I lined it up and started pressing against my opening, which was open and ready to devour the full girth. Again, like I'm flirting with my own sex, I started to rotate the dildo, changing the shape and feel of it as I gently pushed it into me. As the rabbit got close to my clitoris I switched it on and felt the entire length of it vibrating through me. I pressed the rabbit close to my clit and inhaled at the sensation. As my entire body exhaled I tilted the head up and searched for the spot that takes me to Neverland. Finding my g-spot, I coordinated both rabbit and head and ground them into me, starting the buildup to the biggest release I will have had all year. My entire body felt like it was plugged into an electrical socket... my chest, my legs, my scalp the entire surface of my skin felt like it was building up an electrical charge that was going to coalesce into a discharge centered on my core and lips. I ground and it built, and I ground and it built. My eyes were shut and the entire universe had shrunk to a small spot at my center. I ground and it crested, releasing all the pent-up charge through my clit and core. I didn't let it wash though, but continued to grind with intent, one hand pulling with purpose down below while the other rolled my nipple between tightly pinched fingers. I didn't realize that I wasn't alone until I heard the door shut and the lock reengaged. My eyes popped open and there in front of me was Connie with that cocked eyebrow chased by a lopsided smile. I was paralyzed. I was paralyzed by the sight of Connie and I was paralyzed by the sensations that were coursing through my body as I twisted the dildo back and forth, rubbing both my g-spot and my engorged clitoris. I turned my look from Connie to down between my legs and was paralyzed by the sight of my lips sucking at the pink length and my clit's frothy greed. I was determined when I started to make this orgasm count, but having Connie stand there, staring at my most private ecstasy was more than I could stand. My toes curled uncontrollably, my hips kicked up and down and my hand was acting with a mind of its own, twisting, pulling, pushing and driving me harder and harder to the largest and longest orgasm I have ever had. I looked up again and saw Connie standing next to the table. With an angelic smile on her face she placed one perfect finger across my lips like she was trying to shush me and at my look of confusion she ducked her head and sucked my free nipple into her mouth. Like a switch had been thrown, my release washed over me again and I lost myself as she swirled her tongue around and around my nipple before pinching and pulling it into her mouth with soft sucking motions. I almost screamed as my orgasm notched up another rung and I felt her hand over my mouth, coaxing me to be quiet. The situation was beyond surreal. I was at work, naked and legs spread, soaking the exam room table with my juices with a rabbit buried in my depths, and my boss - who is normally all business and no nonsense - was sucking one of my nipples into her mouth, shushing my moans of ecstasy and I was having the most intense orgasm of my life. This could not be happening! At the point the sensation was almost too much and I was considering it may be time to remove the vibrator and call it quits, Connie slipped her dainty hand past my active grinding and dipped a well manicured finger into my rosebud. I reacted like lightning had shot through my body, back arching, head pressed back into the recliner and pussy shaking and jerking. I had lost all control. My hand ground the vibrator into and out of me, the orgasm coursing through me like electric shocks. Connie held steady and I felt myself impaled on her finger as I pushed and pulled my hips down on her and my rabbit. I lost control of my bladder and wet the table and the floor beneath. I didn't care... I fucked myself over and over and over again. Riding it until I lost all physical control. I woke up to Connie's soft lips on my forehead. She stroked my hair as it lay sweaty against my face. The vibrator lay on the floor by the exam table and Connie had the most gentle expression on her face. At that moment she was not my boss, nor a lion tamer, she was so beautiful and in her eyes, I felt beautiful as well. She leaned in close and whispered intimately in my ear. "Abby... come see me when you get this all cleaned up. Take your time mi amado, no need to rush." She kissed me on the cheek, slipped out the door and locked it from the outside with her key. I have nothing but time to think about what will happen next. Orgasm Inc. Ch. 02 Abby learns the secret behind the Doctor's office. *** Abby *** I sat in stunned silence for a bit, my eyes locked onto the door, my thoughts reeling. When I started to get cold, I pulled my feet out of the stirrups and curled up on the exam table, hoping to collect my warmth. My mind's eye darted from one image to the next. I couldn't believe I got caught masturbating by my boss! I couldn't believe I lost control of my bladder! I couldn't believe my boss had suckled my nipple! My mind raced back to that crazy moment when Connie bent over me and pulled my nipple into her mouth and my flush rose again, my nipple tingling in memory. My hand reached up and cupped my breast, pressing the nipple into my palm and shooting sensations through my chest and back. Did Connie have her finger in my ass? My eyes glazed as I thought back to the scene and distinctly remembered riding not only the rabbit but her finger to a crashing and intense orgasm. Wait. Was I about to be fired? What was Connie doing there? Both shame and excitement coursed through me; the shame brought a blush to my cheeks and the excitement a heat to my chest. Images and feelings pervaded my mind's eye: my pussy, my clitoris, my Boss, my nipple, my rosebud, my amazing orgasm. As each image passed through my mind, sensations tingled up my body, straight into my core.. After ten minutes I did what I always do: I put what happened into a box and set it aside to investigate later. I got up, cleaned myself up, cleaned the floor, cleaned the table and set the room right. Finally, I gazed at myself in the exam room mirror—everything was in order. As I unlocked the door and stepped out, Connie passed by in the hall and said out of the side of her mouth with a tight nod, "Come then." I woodenly followed her back to her office, not knowing what was going to happen next. She held the door as I entered and gestured to the chair across from hers, and as I sat, she closed the door and took her own seat across the desk from me. She looked me up and down once, turned her chair to the side, leaned back and looking at a certificate on the side wall said in a heavier than normal Spanish accent "Caray! That was intense. Is it always intense for you?" Her eyes darted to the side and stared at me again and as she did, I leaned back in my chair and relaxed a little. This wasn't a discussion about getting fired. "No," I said. "I just...I just really needed that." "Had it been a while?" she asked. "In a way..." I started to think about how to answer the question, but a question of my own came out of my mouth first. I watched her more intensely and asked, "Did you set that up?" Connie glanced to the right again and caught my expression of confusion. I saw the right side of the smirk curling her lip for a split-second. "I saw you come out of the supply room and you appeared flustered." She waved one hand, dismissing the observation. "After that I knew you had seen the cart and I wanted to see what would happen if you had some privacy with it. You'd never come off as a prig and I had hoped you would take the opportunity to...help yourself." I fell back in my chair, seeing how this had played out for her and still not understanding why the cart was there, my thoughts were interrupted by her as she asked a question. "Do you like orgasms?" Her eyes flipped to me once again, an imperious eyebrow demanding an answer. Instead of gracing the question with a verbal answer, I crossed my arms and gave her a look that said Duh... She turned her gaze back up to the certificate. "Can you imagine a life without them?" She stretched out the upturn in that question and flicked her eyes to me again. This time the expression on my face was disgust. "There are some people who suffer from a condition preventing them from having orgasm. Did you know that? It is called anorgasmia." My eyes widened, my eyebrows raised and I unfocused, imagining not being able to feel that joy. What came out of my mouth was, "That's so sad." I tried to imagine someone taking away that singular joy from me and while part of me was sad, another part got angry at the prospect. Connie continued, "once a month we have a special day in which we take special patients, patients who cannot have orgasms...and during that day we try to help." I glanced up and back into her eyes across the table. This was not idle trivia and the cart in the supply room now had a context. Her acceptance of my solo adventure and her willingness to talk of the act so naturally made more sense. Connie searched my face and saw the blossom of understanding on it. She continued, "We recently lost our nurse—our special nurse—and are looking for someone to fill the position. How would you feel about helping women who cannot orgasm to experience the joy you think is so vital to life?" I quirked my eyebrow and tilted my head in an unspoken indication of interest. "This position would come with more hours, a little more admin work, an appropriate bump in pay, and an opportunity to get to work closely with Dr. Martin and I." As she said "work closely with Dr. Martin and I", her eyes darted to me again. My nipples tingled and my pussy pulsed in measure with my heart. I writhed a little in the chair, but finally sat up and asked, "What would my duties be?" "The same as they have been." Connie answered. "Patient intake, patient counseling, exam room assistance, cleanup and a great deal of discretion—the discretion being the most important part." She watched me pointedly. "Can you be trusted?" she asked. As she listed off the duties there was a part of my mind saying, "I can do that" and when she said, "Can you be trusted?" there was a part of my mind demanding she believe me when I said, "Yes." Connie swiveled her seat back to center and focused on me. "Yes, you can be trusted or Yes you'd be interested in filling the position?" I sat tall at the edge of my chair and faced her down. "Both," I said. She peered into my eyes for five long seconds, her eyes moved from eye to eye, to my lips, to the determined and confident set of my jaw. She smiled a small smile and leaned back again into her chair. "Well, then..." she reached into a drawer, pulled out a long rectangular box and placed it on her side of the desk, between us. "I'd like you to have this. It seems you may need it. A private gift to you...from me." She pushed the box a little away from her and it sat halfway between us on her desk. I glanced over and saw the advertising picture of the rabbit gracing the lid of the box. I smiled at her comment and leaned forward in my chair. She smiled in response and pushed it further towards me. Our hands touched as I took the box and brought it close to me. I blushed a little at the intimacy of the gift and the goosebumps her touch raised on my arm, reminding me of her other touches. I expressed, in gratitude, "I look forward to making use of this." I leaned back again into my chair and stared once again at Connie. I had questions of my own and I wasn't sure how to ask them without pushing forward. I didn't want to walk away from this meeting and still not know the answers... Connie," I said, squirming just a bit. "You sucked my nipple, then you touched me." I paused, sucking in a deep breath. I hoped she couldn't see any shame on my face. All I felt was confusion. The last fifteen minutes were wild enough without knowing that it was my boss of all people who made me cum. Connie leaned back in her chair and watched me for a long time, eyes darting between each eye, to my lips, to my forehead and back to my eyes. "That is part of what we do here. I could see, while you were on the cusp of your climax, that the smallest of..." her eyes glanced at my breasts and a small smile quirked her lips as she cleared her throat, "adjustments...could make it so much better. I didn't think you'd mind," and with this last, a short chuckle escaped her throat. "And to be totally honest, you are not the only woman who has needs." I looked up at her questioningly. "When I share this with Roberto, later, he's going to have to...punish me most exquisitely." When she said the word "punish" she did it like a child waiting for a treat and like a woman open to the possibilities. "I will also, definitely, be thinking of you later when I'm alone." At the word "definitely" she looked me straight on and smiled at me again. Hearing Dr. Martin's name linked with such sexual gusto, shifted my world even more. I had never considered Dr. Martin as a sexual creature, but Connie was absolutely one, and imagining Dr. Martin keeping up with her enthusiasm changed things for me. "You're going to tell Dr. Martin?" I asked. "Well, of course. He will be very excited to hear how things turned out." With this, she pushed back her chair and stood. She walked around the desk and started towards the door. "I will update your work schedule first thing. To help you learn the ropes, I'll have our old nurse come before our first sessions and do a dry run for you. After that, we will be counting on you, and you alone." The dismissal in her tone prompted me to stand, not sure if things could go back to business as usual around the office. I left her office and headed to the lounge where I hid my new toy in my bag, got a tall glass of water, and when I was ready, I headed back up to the front. The other nurses glanced at me, knowing something had happened in Exam Room Four and that I just had a closed-door session with Connie. The questions in their eyes were left unanswered. I just smiled, shrugged my shoulders and got back to the grind. The entire rest of the day was spent with Connie barely looking at me. I, however, thought of her, and the gift, and the lingering tingle in my nipple. Before I left for the day, Dr. Martin approached me in the hallway and extended his hand. I put mine out to shake it, but he grabbed it and warmly held it. "You've talked with Connie?" he asked. "I have..." I stuttered. "We will be seeing you later?" he asked. "You will," I stated more strongly, pulling my shoulders back and standing straighter. "I very much look forward to working with you. Well done." He smiled into my eyes and released my hand, turned and headed down the hall to the back. His hands were warm and gentle, which only slightly distracted me from noticing for the first time what a nice smile he had and how his dress pants hugged his ass. *** Matthew *** Matthew hunched down in the captain's chair of his van and crossed his arms across his chest. It was early, he was cold, and he was annoyed. Today's setup was unplanned and unasked for, and to top it off he was angry and sad about the changes. He and Rhonda had spoken for a bit about why she was leaving the Martin's, but he was unable to convince her to stay. "It is time," she had said, in that distinctive New Orleans twang she drops into when she is trying to be enigmatic. "I need to spend some time by myself and answer those important questions about Life that I've been avoiding." He thought back to the discussion, the two of them lying next to each other with a thin sheet pulled up to their waists. Sweat had still glistened across her small breasts and one of her long brown legs was pulled out of the sheet and cooling off in the open air. She had rolled up onto her elbow and peered at him with a wicked grin and started tracing circles through his light chest hair with her index finger, looping her free leg over his thighs in a low-body hug. "Don't worry overmuch. I know who will be replacing me and I think you'll like her. I've met her before, and she has a bright personality...even if she is as ugly as a toad." As she said "toad" she pinched his nipple and cackled at the sour expression on his face. "Now, wipe that look off your face and stop your fretting. Things are as they should be, and things will be as they ought. Don't be creating grief where only joy has been." As she said "joy" she had bounced up to her knees, straddling him, and pinched both of his nipples hard enough to elicit an expression of pain. At his new expression, she cackled again and moved her hands down his chest and then farther still until he stopped thinking of anything but of Rhonda and of Joy. Matthew was brought back from his recollections as people started to arrive at the Doctor's Office. Rhonda got there first, parking close to the building. When she got out, she gazed across the parking lot to the van parked in the corner and gave a small wave with her fingers as she smiled. She wore her hair in a colorful cascade of beaded braids today, a young style that brought out her playful side and playful side. Close behind her, Dr. Martin and Connie pulled up, and after getting out, moved up to the back door to meet Rhonda in a huddle. A couple minutes later, the new girl arrived, parking next to Rhonda and turning off her car. She is young, Matthew thought, as he hunched down a little in his captain's seat and watched in his driver's side mirror as she leaned farther into her car and pulled out a box of donuts. Red hair, fair skin, fit body. From this distance, she didn't appear to be a Toad, but it was hard to tell. The differences couldn't be more stark, thought Matthew, as he compared the new girl and his long-time friend, Rhonda. Rhonda stood 5'10", was somewhere in her 30's, had skin the shade of milk chocolate and a poise that came off as wise. The new girl was fresh, young, had a creamy complexion and seemed innocent. Dr. Martin, Connie and Rhonda stopped their conversation as the new girl walked towards them, holding out the donut box. Dr. Martin and Connie smiled in welcome. Matthew watched as Rhonda took the box in one hand and side-hugged the redhead. After a brief conversation, some gestures that encompassed Matthew's van, the nearby shed, the main building, and the handing over of keys, Dr. Martin and Connie got back in their car and left. Rhonda and the new girl watched as they pulled out, and once they were gone, Rhonda tucked her arm through her successor's and pulling her along, walked across the parking lot toward Matthew. He scrunched down farther into his seat, and crossed his arms, slouching down as if asleep. He heard them approach the driver's side and heard a soft chuckle from Rhonda as she peeked in the window. "All right, Sunshine!" she yelled through the window while smacking the driver's side door. "Up and at 'em. We've got work to do." Matthew bolted upright in his chair at the banging and pretended to wipe sleep from his eyes as he lowered his window. "All right, Rhonda. Geez...always such a pleasure to wake up to!" Rhonda chuckled again at his feigned state and pushed the box of donuts through the window. "Abby, this is Matthew Bishop. You have no idea how smart it was to bring donuts. He gets cranky when his sugar is low." Rhonda smiled, but Abby burst into laughter. Both Rhonda and Matthew looked at her like she had lost her mind, a puzzled expression on each of their faces. "You named your van 'Gambit'?!" Abby said while laughing, referencing the personal plates gracing his van. "Bishop's Gambit!? That's really cute," she said. Matthew's mouth hung open in awe at Abby's connection, and he glanced from her to Rhonda, who just continued to look at Abby like she was a babbling kook. "OK, ok," Abby continued, "The donuts are yours, but I see your opening and commit to Petrov's Counterattack." Abby laughed again, this time slapping her hand on the windowsill as Matthew continued to gawk. Matthew couldn't stop his heart from bursting in his chest. No one had ever put together his play on words, nor could rebut as she had. He instantly fell in love with her. He fell in love with her mind, he fell in love with her dorky 'counterattack' comment, and he fell in love with her smile. She was smart, beautiful, and definitely not a toad and like all 'cool' guys out there, he couldn't let anything show on his face. He half-smiled at her and then frowned at Rhonda with an expression that said, "Toad, indeed(!)" Rhonda responded with a crinkled nose and knowing smile and pulled his door open. As Matthew stepped out, he noted how Abby had to look up at his 6'4" height and in turn looked down on her 5'6" and put a hand out to shake. "Hi, I'm Matthew." Abby took his hand warmly with a smile still on her face. "Hi, I'm Abby, Rhonda's successor." Before letting go of her hand, he glanced at Rhonda, dredged up his Latin lessons and looked back at Abby and asked "Your last name wouldn't be Bufonin, would it?" Abby crinkled her nose for a second and then did her own translation. "Ha, I'm more of a Ranae...I have teeth that bite!" and with "bite" raised her other hand into a claw and using it like a frog's mouth, bit down on his pectoral. They both started giggling, and then separated. Rhonda appeared nonplussed at the interaction and chagrined at their easy connection. She stepped between the two and smacked Matthew on the arm. "I told you you'd like her! Now quit your goofing and let's get to work. These boxes aren't going to lug themselves." The next hour was spent with crates being pulled from the back of his van and boxes and boxes pulled from the shed. They all made it inside and while Matthew put together the ad hoc Wi-Fi network, the ladies pulled brochures and display items from the boxes. He overheard Rhonda discussing the security protocols in place to ensure patient confidentiality as they moved from one exam room to the next, and the secure website he had helped initiate that dealt with education and communications once they were a patient. Matthew had already placed the cameras around the building and the tablets each patient received on entry. The tablets were another of his ideas. They reduced nurse time and directed patients from room to room as needed. Matthew, for his part, spent most of his time setting up WALLY—his very own Sexometer—in Exam Room One. WALLY was his brain-child and his ticket to the big times. It was a device that morphed a knee stool with a Sybian sex toy, but with sensors! It allowed a user to sit upright on the knee stool, while answering a survey and uploading data about blood flow, electrical impulses, and contractions through a sensor available. Combined with his "patented" and adaptive arousal survey, he was able to capture the correlated physical reactions to survey text and images to produce a baseline for a person's Arousal Preferences. Matthew's greatest accomplishment, and the grail that kept him awake at night, was a device that could determine what turns people on. Every one of Dr. Martin's patients took the survey and it was key in the development of a Personal Action Plan that Connie and Dr. Martin presented to each patient. Sometimes the PAPs required the patient to visit on a monthly basis and sometimes it required remote therapy and follow-up. Managing the patient PAP and follow-up visits used to be Rhonda's job. Now it was Abby's. The back of Matthew's van, "Gambit", was a control center for all the equipment he brought to the offices. He had a stool on wheels and a console that controlled all the cameras and feedback data from WALLY. Matthew leaned back against the wall of his van and watched while Rhonda and Abby worked the "setup" for the special therapy day. Matthew popped one of the donuts into his mouth and bit it in half as he trailed Abby and Rhonda from room to room on the camera feeds. He listened to Rhonda talk endlessly about one process after another, and he watched Abby's face move from relaxation to tension as the data piled up. He watched her breathe through the stress, taking deliberate breaths when things got too complicated. He could watch her for hours. She was unreal. He watched her think, he watched her laugh and touch Rhonda's arm in affection, he watched her bend over and pick up boxes—her petite, yet strong, body moving from one task to another. While he watched her, he undressed her in his head. The medical Scrubs they both wore hid so much of the detail he craved, but he was able to imagine the curve of breast, the long lines of her legs, the bunched muscles of her ass. He watched, and as he often did, the blood rushed to his shorts and started to turn the tips of his ears red. He was seeing something he shouldn't. Like a god, he was looking in on a seemingly private conversation, he was panning and zooming for details that were sent to him in secret. The intimacy of the act—as one-sided as it was—was so erotic his reaction was inevitable. In the end, he watched as Rhonda brought Abby into Exam Room 1 and gave her the details on WALLY. "So many of the women who come here suffering from anorgasmia don't suffer from a physical issue at all, but a different sort of issue." Rhonda crossed her arms and shook her head. "I think it's from all the old white men around here who don't know how to treat a woman!" Rhonda turned and gestured to WALLY and gave her a very girl-to-girl explanation. "You sit on this stool contraption and answer a bunch of sex questions and it can tell what you like and what you don't." She raised and lowered her eyebrows at Abby a few times to express excitement. "We use it to figure out how to guide the ladies to getting their Big O back into their lives." Matthew watched Abby step up to WALLY and knelt, looking at the stool, then underneath, then closely at the small dildo protruding from its "seat". "This is brilliant!" she said. "I can see sensors...what are they for? Blood flow? Electrical impulses?" Abby flicked her hand across the dildo, watching roughly 4 inches of pink rubber wobble back and forth. Matthew, once again, marveled at Abby's ready intelligence. Her curiosity and open attitude was refreshing, and her ability to appreciate his hard work was heartening and filled him with confidence. Matthew didn't think Rhonda had ever expressed curiosity at his work and always seemed to chalk up his efforts as "nerdy stuff". Rhonda stepped forward, peered a little closer, and said, "Matthew said there was stuff in there, but I can't remember what it is. You can ask him later; I'm sure he'll want to talk to you about it." "Anyway, you'll need to familiarize yourself with the equipment, and the best way to do that is to go through the baseline survey. Everyone needs to get baselined—I've been through it, myself. The easiest way to understand WALLY's functioning, which you may have to guide our patients through, is to go through the process yourself." Rhonda touched Abby's arm and turning said, "I'll give you some privacy, but you'll need to hop on that thing and work your way through the survey. Just follow the prompts on the laptop in front of you. Oh, and when you are done, you'll probably want to experiment with the arrow keys on the keyboard a little. I always find a surprise there when I do it!" With that last comment, Rhonda glanced into the webcam of the laptop and then at the other camera he had set up in the room and smiled mischievously as she left the room. Matthew expanded his two camera feeds to full screen and dragged them to his two monitors, side-by-side and larger than life. He watched Abby click on the large button on the laptop screen titled "Patient Setup Instructions". Abby hesitated at the next screen and Matthew heard her utter "don't think about it, just do it" while she took off her shoes and pants, folded them onto the exam side table and peeled off her thong underwear and placed them on top. Matthew was instantly erect at the sight. He was right about the long lines of her legs and the bunched muscles of her ass. Both were on perfect display as she pulled her thong down, bending at the hips and stepping out of them one dainty foot at a time. Her legs were milky white and almost hairless, her toes painted an attractive red. Matthew watched as she glanced at the door and then back to WALLY. "OK, let's do this..." she said as she strode to the table-top and picked up a bottle of lube, squirting a dollop into her palm. She stroked the dildo a couple times with lube and with another quick glance towards the door, reached down and spread the remainder of the lube across her nether lips. Ten seconds later, and a little hesitation before her commitment to the act, she had settled down with an audible, "Whoa!" on the stool, pierced by WALLY. A few keystrokes later, WALLY started streaming telemetry data and it came pouring in to Matthew's third monitor. He glanced at the laptop cam and saw a close up of her face as she stared at the laptop screen. He watched her click buttons and bite her lip as she nervously started up the adaptive survey. The adaptive survey was almost as important as the technical marvel WALLY was. It would lead Abby through every type of sexual preference he could think of, paired it with images and videos and changed its behavior based on her answers and how her body reacted to it. In the end, Matthew could tell if you were into bondage, exhibitionism, spanking, same-sex, sub/dom, voyeurism and incest, as well as a series of follow-up questions that spanned racial, situational, and erogenous zones. He was watching Abby's face as she moved through the questions, watching the blush rise from the collar of her scrubs and up her neck, when Rhonda opened the back of the van and climbed in, closing it behind her. Matthew quickly adjusted in his seat to hide his erection and turned to Rhonda as she entered. He knew that Rhonda had set up a lot of today's show for his benefit, but for a quick second, he didn't want her to know how turned on he was. He was going to miss her and didn't want her to think she was easily replaced. "You can't..." he began, but Rhonda moved her hand over his mouth and said with an exaggerated drawl, "Hush now. I can do what I want. I delivered her to you on a silver platter; you should be thanking me." They both turned to the monitors and watched as Abby squirmed a little on the stool at a scenario in which she asked to imagine being watched by a neighbor as she had sex. Rhonda dropped to her knees on the van carpet and continued to watch as Abby's face lit up with the reflection of a video of a woman publicly masturbating on her laptop. The blush from her neck had spread to her cheeks and the telemetry data was going haywire recording her physical reactions and increased pulse rate. Rhonda looked up into Matthew's face and saw his glazed expression as he watched while Abby worked her way through the survey. Satisfied, Rhonda moved her hand to his shorts and wrapped her fingers around his evident erection. "Don't worry about me, Hun. I'm just going to say goodbye to this thing for a while." Matthew looked down as Rhonda started unbuttoning his pants and pulled them down. He lifted a little in his chair so she could work his lower garments to his ankles. "Is it Exhibitionism that has got her so worked up right now?" Rhonda asked, already knowing the answer from the telemetry data about the survey. As Matthew looked up to respond, Rhonda lowered her head to his lap and took his turgid cock into her mouth. Matthew slumped in his chair from the over-stimulation of his eyes and his cock and let go control of the situation. His hand dropped to her beaded hair and rested on the back of her head while he continued to watch Abby in the cameras. Rhonda swirled her tongue around the tip of his penis, holding back his foreskin with a wet hand. She slurped and sucked him, reveling in his masculine, sour taste. She stroked him with her now-slick hand as she bobbed up and down, taking as much of him into her mouth as she could. She then pulled back until the mushroom head of his cock popped out and was gobbled up again. Her other hand crept beneath her ministrations and lifted his balls from the chair before rolling them between her fingers. He leaned back even farther to give her full access and started talking to her like she liked. Rhonda was a churchgoing woman and even ran the gift shop on Sundays between services. She was a much-respected member of the church crowd and was treated with a deference she had not earned through accomplishment, but mostly through proper dress, proper diction and fine acting. She lived two lives—the public, upstanding church attendee, and the horny, cock-hungry sex nurse she was a couple times a month. Matthew had baselined Rhonda and knew from her responses she liked it a little dirty, a little shameful, and a little bossy. He took a handful of her beaded extensions and pulled her head back a little off his cock. "You like sucking my big, fat cock? You like cleaning my cock for me? What would the ladies think if they could see you now? On your knees and begging me to let you suck my cock. You want to suck this cock?" Rhonda reacted to the change in tone and the forceful language; her face relaxed, and she sat back on her heels as far as she could within the iron grip he had on her head. "Yes, Sir. Can I suck your cock? Can I please suck your cock? Those other women can all stand in line. I got here first. Please, can I suck your cock?!" Matthew marveled at the game they played. Rhonda more often than naught was the one to kick his ass into gear and direct their work, but when she was turned on, she loved his rough language and handling. He stood, hunched in the van and moved his cock towards her mouth as she knelt in front of him. When he was half-an-inch away and could feel her breathing on his wet head he told her, "Suck it, Rhonda. Suck my cock and play with my balls like the filthy thing you are." Rhonda started back at his member, sucking, licking, stroking and massaging his testicles. She worked him for about thirty seconds before the computer binged at the two of them indicating the survey was done. They both stopped and stared up at the monitor as if caught in the act and unsure how to proceed. *** Abby *** The survey ended with Abby close to the top of her journey to orgasm. The questions had spawned images in her mind that left her reeling. The videos had mimicked some erotic fantasies that she previously had only had in her imagination. When the survey ended, Abby was in a state of sexual frustration she had not felt in ages. She had a dildo inside her and had just spent the past 15 minutes watching and answering what could only be described as a pornographic sex survey. She had seen video clips and flashing images of leather, whips, lesbian sex, oral displays, facials, spy-cam footage, amateur video, and a strange combination of argument/responses she had to choose from. She could not wait until she got home and played with her new rabbit toy. Just as she thought everything was done, she saw another window open on the laptop and the gloomy interior of a van. She thought she recognized Rhonda there and Matthew sitting in a chair. The camera feed was coming from somewhere in the front and taking in the entire back of the van. Abby thought this might be instructions for her, now that her survey was done, so she sat back and stared at the window for a minute. "I hope Abby remembers to play around with the arrow keys a little before she gets done..." Rhonda said into the van, not looking at Matthew. She turned her head towards the front and with the eye that wasn't visible to Matthew performed a long slow wink for the camera. "I always get a nice surprise when I do, don't I, Hun?" she said, as she turned back to Matthew. "Now, where was I?" she asked rhetorically and dropped her head back into Matthew's lap. Abby hadn't noticed before, but Matthew's pants were around his ankles and when Rhonda dropped her head into his lap she quickly noticed his very erect cock resting against his shirt. Rhonda tilted her head towards the front and started working his cock so the camera could see it all. She licked it and stroked it up and down as if showing the camera the full length and breadth of his assets. She pulled his foreskin back and swirled her tongue around the tip. Matthew's head was leaning back against the chair, but came forward when Rhonda asked between licks, sucks and sidelong glances at the camera, "What's her baseline look like? What gets Abby's rocks off?" Abby could answer that question. Apparently, this got her rocks off. She was watching the lady who ran the church's gift shop kneel at the feet of someone much younger than her and show off her oral skills to a camera she knew was on and working. She had gotten worked up during the survey, but this was taking things to a new level. Her hand moved to the arrow keys of the laptop and pressed one at random. The entire stool and the dildo in particular started vibrating under her. It was so unexpected she almost jumped out of the seat, but the kneeling position wouldn't allow her to. She cycled through the arrow key options and deduced how to change the vibration frequency and pattern pretty quickly. As she was working the options, she was treated to a cavalcade of sensation that got her already-wet pussy to start oozing in earnest. Looking back to the camera she saw Matthew reading off of one of the screens. "We've got high Romance, middling Sub/Dom..." Rhonda spoke up from his lap, "What is her Exhibitionism/Voyeurism?" "Both high," Matthew replied. "That is what I thought,." Rhonda said, as she leaned back and gazed into Matthew's eyes. "She likes to see and be seen Matthew...just like you!" Rhonda stood and pulled Matthew by the hands to the edge of his chair. "I'm done fucking around with that big cock of yours and need it in me now." Rhonda turned and leaned over his desk, ass facing him and only a foot away. "I want to pretend that she's watching us now. I want to pretend that she's going to watch you fuck me with that big long cock of yours. I want to pretend that she's going to watch you come inside my aching pussy..." As Rhonda stated her wants to Matthew, she turned her head back to the front of the van and stared into the camera with a wicked smirk on her face. Matthew listened to her and knew she was pressing his Exhibitionism button, but didn't mind it at all. His balls ached with need and the tip of his cock was dripping precum by the time she was finished. "Watch her on the camera while you fuck me. Pretend that she's watching you back. Fuck me like the savage you are. Fuck me for her to see." With that last sentence, Matthew lined himself up with her spread legs and looked down at her dripping pussy visible below. Rhonda's thighs were glistening with the drippings from her core and as he marveled at the view, he lined up his cocked and plunged himself in. He could tell she was more than ready for the length of him, and the way she was talking, was not interested in soft caresses and careful maneuvers. He plunged in to the hilt and looked up into the monitor to see Abby's face blush and heave as she breathed. Abby could see herself on each of the monitors, one a close up of her face and the other a full-room view. She watched Matthew pull back on Rhonda and almost exit her tight nether grasp, then plunge back in. It was too much for Abby. She reached down and in one swift motion pulled off her scrub top, exposing her sexy bra and small breasts. In another motion she had her shoulder straps down and had pulled the cups from her breasts, flopping below as she clenched each breast and nipple in each hand. "Oh, look at those titties, Hun! Look at those little nipples. I bet they just love to be sucked!" Rhonda crooned from her position on the desk, head turned towards the monitors. "Oh! You like that don't you?" Rhonda teased, as Matthew punished her with two wild thrusts from behind while staring at Abby in the monitor. "She's watching you fuck me, Hun. She's watching your balls bounce into me as you fuck me like the animal you are." Abby moved one hand from her breasts to the keypad and started the vibrations and oscillations that matched her pace and energy. It was simultaneously a race and a choreographed number. Matthew watched Abby bring herself to orgasm, while Abby watched Matthew pound mercilessly into Rhonda, and they both watched as Rhonda rode his cock, and her flicking finger against her clit, to her own orgasm. The tempo rose, the sensations crested and like dominoes, they all achieved completion, each roaring like beasts as they did. Matthew felt Rhonda's orgasms building and cresting, her cracked voice yelling, "Yes, yes, yes! Oh FUCK, oh fuck, oh fuck." As she contracted around his length, his balls took the cue and started pumping their contents as well, his cock swelling in size and sensitivity and needing to pump, pump, pump. Matthew's orgasm was accompanied by, "Oh Rhonda, oh my god, Rhonda, Oh, oh, oh" Abby didn't orgasm—she exploded. Her nipples were on fire, her pussy was on fire, her clit was standing up and taking ovations. She watched first Rhonda and then Matthew orgasm and then finally let her own go, like a long-held breath. The oscillations of the stool kept coming back and asking for more, and she kept giving it. She lost count of the orgasms she had as they just kept coming and merging with each other. And then she couldn't feel anything. He body was numb and her nerves felt short-circuited. She stopped the vibrations and slumped on the stool, watching the figures in the van. Matthew slumped against Rhonda, still buried deep in her, one arm wrapped around her waist holding her up and the other around her chest cradling her into himself. As she watched dazedly, Rhonda reached up and shut down the camera feed. The blank screen prompted her to slowly, on trembling legs, get up and start dressing again. This job was going to kill her, possibly with a smile on her face.

Quit While You’re Ahead by Hooked6 Synopsis: A young, shy woman starts playing mild power games with her roommate in public and things go downhill from there. Story starts slow and builds to a climax. No pun intended. Chapter 1 “Life is made up of choices. I believe life is just a series of decisions we make, and depending on our choice, must live with the result of that decision.” James Van Praagh “Success or failure is not based solely on one major decision we make but rather on a series of seemingly small and inconsequential decisions that build upon each other until a climax is reached.” Hooked6 Where in the hell were these guys a couple of months ago when my life changed forever? If I had read these quotes back then I might not have repeatedly embarrassed myself in front of half the town I live in!! Have any of you ever had that dream where you wake up naked in front of your classmates at school or find yourself naked at work and in a panic wondered how you got that way? Well, for me that wasn’t a dream. It really happened and I think I now understand why. Did I have one of those “Gee, I shouldn’t have done that” moments?” No, like that Hooked guy said above, I think I made a bunch of little decisions, any one of which if I didn’t choose it the way I did might have kept me from being where I am today – naked and embarrassed in front a hundred total strangers, family members and my closest of friends and there is nothing I can do about it! I guess I should start at the beginning. My name is Ashley and although I am young and rather cute – okay, I’m Hot as Hell so eat your heart out ya’ll. I’m not what you would call outgoing. I’m really kind of shy and somewhat conservative in how I live. I DO, however, love to live vicariously through some of the great stories about taking risks being naked in public that I have found on the Internet and at story sites like Nficstoryboard.com. I wish I was as brave and as confident as some of those characters in my favorite stories. The truth is I am not. I have a good reputation, a good job and try to live my life so that I can hold my head high no matter what comes my way. Deep down though I wonder what it would really be like to be completely naked somewhere in public or get caught without a stitch on by a complete stranger. It sounds kind of fun and I admit I get off on imagining that I am one of those lucky girls who can be naked in public without getting in trouble or having to deal with any negative consequences like having my picture plastered all over the Internet with guys all over the country doing “gawd-knows-what” while looking at my photos. Oh, I know there are legitimate ways to do this like being a life model in a professional art class but that seems so . . . well . . . sterile and unimaginative – almost like being half-naked in your gynecologist’s office. Where’s the fun in that? It’s the RISK, the “naughty factor,” that makes this all the more appealing to me, not just the nudity. I could always become a naturist I suppose but being naked in front of a bunch of other naked people isn’t the subject of my fantasies. Rather, it’s being naked where you’re not supposed to be which seems like a thrill I just HAVE to experience, if only in my mind. Therein lies my problem. I’m a coward at heart. I WANT to do this but I’m not really brave enough to actually go through with it in real life. I’d have to be crazy to risk everything just to pursue a fantasy, right? So, I just content myself with living my dream via all the great stories I’ve read like those of Molly McCann, Katie Lynch, Seahawk, Blzr, ReaderMan and BPClavel, oh and did I mention Molly McCann? She really understands me I think and I don’t even know her! Well, temptation is a terrible thing. It nags and torments you until you begin to see possibilities that really aren’t there. It maximizes the pleasure you might receive while deceiving you that you are taking little or no risks at all. It was all I could do to keep things under control. I live with my girlfriend, Jessica. I moved out of my home into one several houses down from my mom after getting a real job as a Hair Stylist after getting out of high school and completing a cosmetology program. I love what I do and have started building up a good clientele. I have a good reputation and things are currently going well for me. There are 5 other girls I work with at my Beauty Salon. Anyway, as soon as I found myself earning some decent cash the possibility of living on my own became a priority for me but, alas, my dream seemed ever so elusive as everything is so darned expensive these days. That’s when my friend, Jessica, said we should move in together as with both of our incomes we could probably afford a place to ourselves. We’ve always been close so this was an easy decision. Things went along really well until one day I came home from work and found Jessica siting on the couch smiling at me in a weird sort of way – like a Cheshire cat that just got away with stealing all the cream. “What are you up to?” I finally asked dying to know what was going on. “Oh . . . nothing,” she said playfully as she skimmed through the pages of her favorite magazine. “I’m just thinking of something amusing.” I plopped down beside her and stared at her as she ignored me doing her best to pretend to be interested in some article in front of her. Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore. “I know you, Jess. Come on . . . give it up. Did you win the lottery or something?” She smiled all the more but her eyes never left the page. “Oh . . . something like that, I guess.” I playfully grabbed the magazine from her hands and tossed it across the room as she giggled uncontrollably. “You rat,” I said pouncing on her. “You better tell me or I’ll tickle you until you piss your panties.” With that I started tickling her belly and her neck simultaneously then rapidly moving around to anywhere that seemed like a sensitive place. We were both laughing now and she wiggled and squirmed beneath me but she continued to refuse to say anything more than musically singing, “I know something you don’t know.” I increased my efforts and soon she was begging me to stop. I knew I had her in my power now. “Go on, tell me. How much did you win?” “NOTHING!” she said playfully while laughing so hard she could hardly breathe. “You’d better tell me or . . .” “STOP, please,” she begged as my hand found its way between her legs. “I’ll tell, but you’ll be sorry!” After a little more persuasive tickling and teasing I stopped and looked her in her eyes, which had teared up from laughing so hard. “Alright, give!” I demanded with a smile on my face. She took a moment to catch her breath and finally spoke still gasping for air. “Like I said, I know something but you won’t like it. Are you SURE you really want to know?” “That does it,” I snapped and shoved my hands under her shirt as if I was going to resume my tormenting. My fingers soon found her boobs and I resumed teasing her unmercifully. Jessica put her hands up in self-defense and cried in a panic, “I know what you like!” “Huh? Of COURSE, you know what I like; you’re my best friend. We always go shopping together. We watch the same movies; we have the same taste in . . .” “No, I mean I know what you like to read . . . what you fantasize about.” My mind went numb and I sat up in a daze. How could she know? I was so careful and secretive. Sure, we share a life together in the same house but how could she . . . She didn’t mean . . . Did she? After letting her revelation sink in, Jessica got that playful look in her eyes and continued, “So you like to think about being naked in a public place, eh? Maybe being forced a bit?” “No way!” “Yes, you do. I saw your browser history when I had to borrow your laptop to send an email to my mom as my phone’s battery had died.” “You . . . you borrowed my computer? You went snooping around my personal stuff? How could you?” “It’s no big deal,” she replied matter-of-factly as if violating someone’s privacy was perfectly acceptable. “Everyone does it.” “EVERYONE GOES SNOOPING AROUND OTHER PEOPLE’S STUFF WITHOUT THEIR PERMISSION?!” I was really getting worried now as my mind raced trying to think of what all she might have seen. Maybe she didn’t really know as much as she was letting on. After all, what does a web address like this: actually mean to someone? Nothing, I hoped. “No,” Jessica explained, “I mean that everybody has fantasies. It’s perfectly natural, right? So, you like to imagine being made to get naked in public. I think it’s cute. So have you ever . . .” “ABSOLUTELY NOT!” I quickly snapped back before she could complete her thought. Jessica giggled playfully. “You HAVE, haven’t you, you naughty girl!” I got off the couch in a huff and sat down on the chair across the room and crossed my arms in front of me and pouted. “I’m NOT talking to you. I’m really upset with you.” Chapter 2 “Oh, stop being such a baby. So I checked out a few links on your laptop. So what? I thought some of those stories were pretty cool.” She knew!! It was my turn to pretend to ignore her this time. It wasn’t long before she knelt down in front of me and, putting her hand softly on my leg, carefully continued, “Did you ever think that maybe I could help?” “You’ve got it all wrong,” I said defensively. “You just don’t understand. You’re jumping to conclusions that aren’t there.” “Come on Ash, this is me you’re talking to – your BFF, remember? I understand. I really do. I’m not judging you. I’m sorry if I borrowed your stuff without asking but finding your browser history was an accident. I wasn’t deliberately snooping. Honest.” I just sat there trying to think of what to say next. Looking at her kneeling there in front of me looking all pretty and playful made it hard to stay mad at her. Still, I didn’t want her knowing my intimate secrets. Some things should just stay private, right? If I admitted she was right about me, our friendship would be changed forever. I HAD to think of how best to handle this. One thing was sure; we were much too close of friends for me to get away with lying to her. She’d know right off and THAT would make me look really stupid. But I didn’t want her to think less of me either. Gosh I feel so cheap right now. “Come on,” she finally said, “Let’s forget all about this and go out and grab something to eat. I’m starved. If you want to talk later, we can. What do you say?” I was hungry and it had been a long day. “Okay; sounds good.” “That’s my girl. Why don’t you go and put on something less . . .” “Oh, very funny; I thought you weren’t going to bring it up any more, you big fat liar.” “I meant go and put on something less work-like. Get comfortable and let your hair down.” “Oh . . . sorry,” I said realizing I was being waaaay to touchy about this whole thing. Dinner went well and true to her word nothing more was said about her discovery. In short, we had a really nice time. Later that night we were watching our favorite show and things were beginning to seem like normal when Jess suddenly turned off the TV and looked at me with a funny expression on her face. “Hey, I was watching that!” “Let’s go for a walk before we turn in for the night. I think it will do us both a world of good.” “Are you nuts? It’s almost one o’clock in the morning!” Jess leaned over close to me and began playfully twirling my hair and persisted, “Oh please . . . I really want to get some fresh air and I don’t want to go out this late by myself. We won’t be gone long, I promise.” She then gave me her trademark puppy-dog eyes that I found almost impossible to refuse. “Fine,” I finally sighed, “but I have to work tomorrow so this had better be quick. In my profession I need my beauty sleep, you know.” She saw my wry smile and I think she knew that I wasn’t upset with her any more. Upon hearing my answer, she enthusiastically got up and almost raced to the door waiting for me to follow her. When I had joined her at the door and was about to open it, she grabbed my hand and said those fateful words, “I dare you to walk with me in just your bra and panties.” My heart literally skipped a beat; then another; then I swear it almost stopped working altogether! “Are you out of your fricking mind?” “Why not; it’s warm out. It’s late . . . it’s dark . . . nobody is going to see you. Here’s your chance to see what it feels like only it’s safer as you won’t be indecent and best of all I’m with you,” she giggled, “just for protection you know . . . not because I want to see you in your underwear,” she added with a laugh, “That would be gross.” “I would not be gross.” “Oh yeah? Do it then and I’ll be the judge if it’s gross or not.” My heart found its life again and began pounding away as my mind pondered her suggestion. It would be kind of . . . risky, daring and naughty – hell; I knew I wanted to do it. My body got that tingly feeling all over and I felt that little man in the canoe spring out down below signaling it was ready for adventure! This was all happening so fast. Here was my best friend literally telling me she was okay with my desires and seemed to be helping me . . . no make that encouraging me to take that first step. You have no idea how that felt to have someone I admired and cared about give me her support. It was as if she had my back somehow – IF I wanted to pursue this. But did I really WANT to pursue this? I was at a crossroads in my life. I was confused. I heard that little voice in my head rapidly firing off a million reasons why this was insane. I could hear Forrest Gump saying over and over, “Stupid is as stupid does.” But then another more insistent voice chimed in saying reassuring things like “it’s not like you’re naked and who’s to know? You’ll be wearing more than what most people wear to the beach. Besides in the dark it will probably look like jogging attire. Go on, this is your chance! You might not get another!” I was brought back to reality when Jess spoke up, “Well, are you taking my dare or not?” I wanted to ask, “Why are you doing this to me?” but all that actually came out of my mouth was a meek and barely audible, “yes.” That was my first little decision that I regret making. There were others as you’ll see. A HUGE smile broke out across her face and I swear I noticed her eyes glistening like she was looking at a beautifully wrapped package someone had just given her for her birthday! It was as if my answer had awakened a side of her that she didn’t know she had. I began to get cold chills wondering if I had made the right decision. “Well, come on,” she said impatiently, “are you doing this or not? Get those clothes off and let’s go!” I just stood there looking at her for a moment and then, reluctantly and ever so slowly, I reached for the bottom of my T-shirt and began fiddling with the hem at the bottom. If I pulled this over my head now there would be no going back. I was like stuck in slow motion and my mind was blank or something. “Oh for Pete’s sakes,” she sighed and suddenly grabbed the waistband of my shorts and before I knew what was happening, she had them unbuttoned and I felt her giddy fingers unzipping them. In a flash they were at my feet. “Go on, step out of them,” she said with an authoritative voice. All too quickly I found myself standing in front of her in my underwear! She looked me over approvingly saying. “You were right. It’s not gross,” and quickly opened the door and shoved me outside before I could change my mind. “JESS! The porchlight. Shut it off!” I screamed, much too loudly as it happened. I swear she had done that on purpose! The result was that I knew I was now totally illuminated in the surrounding darkness. Anyone looking could tell I was parading about in just my bra and panties, the porchlight made that extremely clear. She just laughed, grabbed my hand and we were off! Once we reached the sidewalk, I felt a little better as I felt a bit concealed in the shadows. She headed down the sidewalk in the direction of my mom’s house as if she hadn’t a care in the world. My body was alive with excitement! The feelings I was having were too intense to describe. Even though I was decently covered I was outside in my underthings – something that a decent person – a professional person like me – shouldn’t be doing. It was wrong and it felt naughty. How would I explain what I was doing if I got caught by one of my neighbors? THIS was the exact feeling I had been searching for in my fantasies! It was almost overwhelming for me and I felt myself getting moist down below. I think my roommate could tell as she had this knowing smile on her face as if she KNEW what this was doing to me. She tightened her grip on my arm and she picked up her pace. I wasn’t sure if she did that because she was feeling the excitement of what we were doing or if she was trying to make sure I didn’t suddenly run back to the safety of our home. She must have realized what I was thinking because she playfully smacked my butt and said, “Don’t even THINK about it. The house is locked and I’ve already hidden the key. You’ll never find it.” “What; When?” She giggled excitedly and said coyly, “After we got home from dinner. I knew you were going to do this. I just knew it! Isn’t this fun?” “You mean you PLANNED all of this?” She laughed all the more and replied, “Let’s just say I was prepared just in case.” She then started walking even faster. I began to panic as we passed my mom’s house. The lights were on in her bedroom. All I could think of was how much trouble I’d be in if she just happened to look out her window and saw her favorite daughter walking around the neighborhood dressed like I was. My sister, Angela, was the wild one of the family. I was mom’s pride and joy. She always said how proud of me she was that I had made something of myself. She was so thrilled when I announced that I had gotten a place of my own that she went around telling everyone of my accomplishments. “Ashley not only graduated school, got a good job and she’s now living in her own home!” Chapter 3 She’d kill me if she saw me doing a stupid stunt like this! She’d never let me live it down. I began to get worried. “Jess, how far are we going?” I asked nervously. “Maybe we’d better go back!” “Nonsense,” she said waving her free hand in the air. “We’ve only just started!” “WHAT?! You can’t be serious, I’m done. This isn’t as much fun as I thought it was going to be. It’s no big deal let’s go back, okay?” She suddenly stopped walking, spun me around to face her and looked me in the eyes. “So, this isn’t fun, is that what you are telling me?” I gasped as she began playfully and teasingly sliding her fingers on the outside of my panties between legs. Even I could feel that the gusset of my panties was practically soaked from arousal. “Seriously, Ash?” She said with mock condescension. I lowered my head in embarrassment. I was busted. She KNEW I was about as excited as I’d ever been. She let the moment linger in the air for a moment, and then to my added shame, she wiped her wet fingers on my bra as if to drive home her point. “Come on, it’s getting late.” For a moment I was hoping she relented and we were going to go home but she kept walking onward. “Jess . . .” I pleaded but before I could finish my thought, she held her finger to my mouth and told me rather forcefully not to say another word or she’d strip me bare and leave me to fend for myself. I almost came right then and there just hearing those words! My heart was racing and my body felt electrified! I was hers and I’m pretty sure she knew it! She led me around the corner of the next block, farther and farther away from the safety of my home. The more we walked the more aroused I got! Those stories I had been reading hadn’t exaggerated the thrill in the least. It wasn’t the sexual arousal alone that appealed to me, it was the combination of arousal and ABSOLUTE FEAR that kept my adrenalin at an all-time high. I could see how this could be addictive! So far no one was about. The neighborhood was quiet; not even a dog barking in the distance. There was no moon to speak of; no distant sounds of traffic to cause me to faint. It was just Jess and I sneaking around! I’d like to say I began to relax but that would be a lie. Yet, the longer we were out and about the more the thrill grew deep within me. I almost wanted to say something just to see if Jess would really strip me naked . . . I wanted to . . . but alas I wasn’t brave enough. Walking around in my bra and panties in my own neighborhood was a HUGE step for me. I wasn’t sure if I could handle anything else just yet. Maybe ever! Still . . . the thought was overwhelming. I began to imagine that she HAD done it and I was totally naked and at her mercy as we walked along! I was certain that a car was going to drive by at any moment full of high school students coming home from a night of partying and catch me like this! What would they say? What would they do? I was so horny I now wanted to go home for another reason and attend to business if you know what I mean. Then I panicked. As we rounded another corner, I saw several people out in their yard about 200 feet up ahead just casually talking. Jess suddenly stopped and looked at me with wicked eyes and grinned. I violently shook my head back and forth without saying a word. I was certain that she wanted to walk me right past them in my underthings. I nervously looked up the street and to my relief though I counted five people chatting – none of them seemed to have spotted us as we stood on the lawn of someone’s darkened house. We were in the shadows but we were clearly out in the open. Fortunately, I didn’t think I knew any of them but the voice of the man talking with his back angled slightly away from us seemed familiar as was the voice of one of the women he was conversing with. Was she a client of mine at the beauty shop? My legs grew weak at the thought! Suddenly I felt my bra clasp in front of me coming undone and swinging away partially exposing my breasts! My roommate had this wicked, open-mouth smile on her face! “JESS!” I whispered in a panic! “NO!” Jess just leaned over and whispered back,” Oh dear, you said a word. I warned you!” She quickly pulled my bra off and hid it behind her back “Better keep quiet or they’ll see you!” she warned. My head swung around to look back at the crowd and to my relief no one seemed to have noticed us!” My legs felt like they were frozen in concrete. I couldn’t move if I wanted to and I was too scared to make a sound. I was standing several blocks from my house TOPLESS . . . in PUBLIC! I didn’t think it was possible for my heart to beat any faster! My thoughts were cut short as I felt Jess playfully inserted her fingers into the waistband of my panties and, in like a nanosecond, she yanked them down to my ankles and let them stay there. She stood back up and giggled softly. I was now totally exposed! If any of those people looked my way my life would be over as I knew it. Jess then grabbed my shoulders and turned me so that she was now standing in front of me – facing me – so that she was blocking my view of those people. I could hear them but I couldn’t see them. I was relieved and fearful at the same time. I would have rather been able to keep an eye on them to see what was going on. For all I knew one of them might be walking our way at that very moment to see what was going on! I felt like an idiot standing there with my panties around my ankles like some school kid being punished. Jess leaned over and whispered, “Having fun?” Oh, I could have killed her right then and there and hidden her body so that no one would ever have found it! Well, not really, but I was so upset with her! What was she doing?! I didn’t have to wonder long as she suddenly turned around and faced the crowd up ahead with her back to me still keeping me hidden from view. She then playfully leaned way over to one side bending at her waist like she was doing an exercise at the gym so that my topless form was exposed for like a second or two before she stood back up hiding me again. She then repeated her exercise bending at the waist in the other direction. To her this was all a game! Back and forth, back and forth – flash, flash, flash, it was torture! Each time she did that my heart literally stopped. I just knew that her moving about like that would catch the eye of one of the women up the block and I’d be busted! All I could do was just stand there – lest I pissed her off and she’d leave me as she had threatened earlier. I guess she grew tired of her little game and finally stood still for a moment and caught her breath. I wasn’t sure what I should do and I certainly wasn’t about to say anything. I wasn’t that stupid! “Are you ready to go back home?” she whispered still standing in front of me. I wasn’t sure if this was a trick to get me to say something that I knew I wasn’t supposed to do so I didn’t answer her. I heard Jess giggle again and then say quite loudly – too loudly as a matter of fact, “NO? Well, I am . . .” she then took off running away back towards the way we came leaving me standing there exposed with my panties at my ankles facing those people up the street! In an instant I heard one of the women say, “Hey, what’s that?” She had probably heard my stupid roommate yelling and looked over. She was obviously straining to see what the commotion was and appeared to be looking in my direction. Mama didn’t raise no fool. In a heartbeat I bent down and tried to pull my panties up as I simultaneously turned away from them in one quick motion and started awkwardly running back towards my house. “Who’s that?” I heard a man’s voice say followed by lot’s laughter which told me that I had been spotted!! I don’t know if anyone recognized me but I was sure they got a good view of me pulling up my panties and my bare backside as I was running away. I rounded the corner and saw Jess a yard or two ahead of me laughing her fool head off – again quite loudly too! Here I was topless, tits bouncing around as I still tried to get my panties all the way back up doing my best to keep moving while trying not to trip. Jess was running sideways now looking at me laughing all the more. I must have been a sight! Running past my mom’s house like this, seeing that her bedroom light was still on. didn’t do my nerves any good either! Finally, we were back home and on our front porch. I had my arms across my chest – my panty-clad body now fully illuminated by the porchlight as Jess wickedly waved my bra in the air! “Jess,” I yelled angrily in a panic. “Get the Key!” Barely getting her words out as she was laughing so hard, she said, “It’s open silly. I was only joking about hiding the key!” I never bolted into the house so fast in all my life! Chapter 4 The next morning, I was cautious around my roommate. Nothing was said between us about the previous evening, something for which I was grateful. In fact, things pretty much followed our normal routine and I hurried off to work. I half expected to see the lady I had seen the previous night walk through the door and start teasing me unmercifully in front of a waiting room full of customers about seeing me naked; streaking around the neighborhood. Though it was dark then and I couldn’t really identify her with certainty, I had recognized her voice and I knew she was a client of mine but I just couldn’t place her. Every time the door opened my heart skipped a beat until I heard whoever it was speaking to one of the other girls. Only then did I feel a wave of relief rush over me. I was a nervous wreck all morning and it took me forever to settle into my normal routine. By the time late afternoon rolled around I was dead tired and began sweeping up. Hair gets all over the place in our profession and although we all try to keep up with things as we go, by the end of the day the place is still a mess. I was busy tidying up when I heard the door open. By this time, I was pretty relaxed and didn’t pay it any mind. I had made it through the entire day without incident and after being up so late the night before with precious little sleep, I was ready to go home. “Am I too late for you to give me a quick trim?” I heard the customer ask one of the other girls. That voice! It was her!! Karma is bitch sometimes. I slumped over and continued sweeping making damn sure to keep my back to her as I listened carefully. Her appearance here at the shop was either a total coincidence and she didn’t really recognize me from the night before or she knew EXACTLY who I was and came by to deliberately humiliate me. “A quick trim?” I heard Zoey say, “Sure, I can manage that. Have a seat.” I heard the rustling of the cover drape being waved in the air and the lady taking a seat. Trying not to look conspicuous I slowly kept sweeping moving ever so carefully towards the back of the shop and hopefully out of harm’s way. I was just about to reach the back storeroom in which I intended to hide and stay low until she left when I heard her say, “Ashley! Is that you?” My heart once again stopped and I froze in my tracks. My mind raced trying to think how best to handle this. I could make a dash for it out the back door; I could pretend that I didn’t hear her and keep on sweeping the last few feet until I reached the relative safety of the store room or . . . “Ashley?” I heard the woman calling again. I decided just to face the music and get it over with. “Yes?” I said as I turned around pretending to hear her for the first time. Now seeing her up close I knew I had done her hair before but again I still couldn’t place her, not really anyway. “I thought that was you. I think an apology is order, don’t you?” My legs almost gave out from under me. SHE KNOWS IT WAS ME!!! Zoey stopped what she was doing and looked at me inquisitively. “An apology . . . um . . . well . . . it wasn’t what it looked like . . . see . . .” The lady furled her brow as if she was growing impatient with me. I sighed heavily knowing what she was about to say next. Instead, she said, “Huh?” with feigned confusion, “What I meant was. I owe you an apology. I didn’t realize you were here when I walked in and asked Zoey to cut my hair. I don’t want you to think I was dissatisfied with your work or was abandoning you as my stylist.” I stood there for a moment just studying her face to see if she meant what she had said or if she was just having me on. When she looked back down towards her lap to let Zoey get on with her work, I was ever so relieved. She hadn’t recognized me from the night before after all! I chuckled nervously and replied, “Oh that’s okay. No problem.” I went back to sweeping when she spoke up again, this time with a note of seriousness in her voice, “Hey, what did you mean when you said, ‘It wasn’t what it looked like?’ Do you have a guilty conscience about something?” I whirled back around and this time the playfulness in her facial features was gone and she had that look my mother often gives me when she thinks I have done something bad. “Nothing . . .” I said with my voice cracking a bit. “I didn’t mean anything.” “Yes, you did. Come to think of it I think you thought I meant YOU owed ME an apology. Is that right?” “NO . . . um, that’s not it,” I quickly stammered as I tried to think of something to say. “What I meant was . . . I mean . . . well, I DID think I owed you an apology because, um . . . I didn’t want you to think I had been ignoring you before . . . all the noise in here you see . . . it’s . . . it’s hard to hear sometimes . . . that’s all.” I knew I must have sounded like a guilty teenager but, despite the uneasiness in my voice I did my best to look confident. “Oh,” she said simply as she went back to looking down at her feet so her trim could continue. “It’s just that for a minute there I thought you were going to say you were the girl I saw running around naked in my neighborhood last night . . .” I almost died right then and there. “What?!” I exclaimed with my voice rising in pitch, “That’s silly . . .” My reply was so awkward that even I thought I was guilty. The lady looked at me standing there for a moment as did all the other girls I work with until she finally began laughing, “Yeah . . . silly . . .:” she said “I’m just messing with you.” Was she really? Damn it, she KNEW it was me. The lady changed the subject and began talking about the latest Hollywood gossip and all seemed fine as she kept talking to Zoey, but inside I was a nervous wreck. I was too embarrassed to look at her or any of the other girls for that matter. I knew had to get out of there quick as I was surely looking guilty. I made my way to the back on the pretext of emptying the garbage and then announced I was calling it a day. Jess ended up working late so it gave me much needed time alone to calm my nerves. I must have had 4 glasses of wine, an entire bottle, before she came home. When she did finally arrive, she never said a word just like earlier that morning. We each went about things as we normally did and conversation seemed free and easy. All week I kept expecting her to bring up my little fantasies but she didn’t. For obvious reasons I kept away from my computer so that Miss Nosey-Browser History-Snoop wouldn’t have anything to accuse me of. She didn’t. It was as if our little evening jaunt never happened. I suppose I should be grateful for small favors but somehow, I felt empty inside. In fact, none of the people I worked with ever said anything about that customer’s comments either. I took that to mean they thought nothing further of it. By the end of the second week, I was practically begging her in my mind to broach the subject again. I hate to say this but I was missing the excitement that I had had with her. By the third week I knew I was the one who had to say something. I needed to talk. You know how we girls are, right? If we don’t talk things through then the problem isn’t resolved. Well, I had a problem and I needed to talk about it but I wanted HER to bring it up. To you guys reading this that probably makes no sense but to us women, well, we get that. Tonight, I was going to give her one more chance to say something before I confronted her about it myself. Some of you have probably guessed that this was the second decision I was going to come to regret. Chapter 5 Once again, she came home and never broached the subject of my little forced underwear jaunt around the neighborhood. I couldn’t take it anymore. I must have been ovulating because I was horny as hell and her dare was all that I could think about lately. “Jess . . .” I casually said as we ate our salads for dinner, “I want to ask you something.” “Sure, go ahead,” she replied not even looking up at me as she eagerly shoveled a rather large forkful of her bourbon grilled salmon salad into her ever so cute and delicate mouth. It was now or never. I just had to find the right words so as not to sound stupid. I had rehearsed what I was going to say over and over in my mind for the last two days but somehow when it came down to finally saying what I had practiced, the words seemed to vanish from my mind. “Well, it’s about the other night . . .” Jess put down her fork and seemed to be doing her best not to laugh at me, “Yeah? What about it?” I swallowed hard and continued, “Well, you know when you dared me to take a walk with you in my underwear the other night, well . . .” “Oh THAT, don’t worry, I’ll never do that again. I’m sure you’re worried about me messing with you every day or making you feel bad. Don’t give it another thought. Your fantasies are your own. I’m not going to make fun of you for them. I’m cool with it. Besides we are best buds, right? Pass the Salad dressing would you, Ash?” “How could she say that,” I practically screamed in my head. “Um, listen, I get that but I had such a great time I was wondering if . . .” Without letting me even finish me sentence she interrupted me and said flatly, “No.” “NO? No, what? I haven’t even finished my thought yet.” “You were going to ask me if I’d dare you to do something again, right? Well, the answer is no. Not interested.” All the air in my sails came spilling out and I was as deflated as I had ever been. I just looked at her as she continued to polish off her meal. “But . . .” I persisted. “No.” “But . . . why? I don’t understand.” She put her fork down on the table and studied my face again. “Well, if you really want to know I don’t think you really want this. Besides, if I said yes, we’d end up playing around for a bit and then at some point I’d dare you to do something and you’d eventually refuse or think I was trying to make you mad and one or the other of us will get our feelings hurt and our relationship is much too important to me to chance messing it up over something so silly. That’s why.” How was I supposed to respond to that I wondered? “I wouldn’t do that, honest!” Jess started giggling, “Oh, no? You mean you’ve thought this through and you’d let me dare you to do anything and you’d follow through with it no matter how hard or embarrassing it might be?” She then raised her hand and began wagging her finger in front of my face as she continued, “Think very carefully before answering. I don’t want you to write a check your body can’t cash.” I scrunched up my eyebrows as I tried to understand where she was coming from. “Well, of course I’ll let you dare me anything. I trust you so I’m sure you’d keep things within reason.” “Not good enough.” “Huh? What do you mean not good enough?” “I mean that if I’m going to go out of my way to play this game of yours, I need to get something out of it too. I mean YOU’RE the one who will be having her fantasies fulfilled. What do I get out of it?” I was shocked at her attitude – even if she WAS smiling at me. I thought friends did things for each other. “I can’t pay you if that’s what you mean.” I replied flippantly. “I thought you’d do it because you and I were close and that you’d like to make me happy.” “Don’t you realize how selfish you sound? Of course, I like doing things for you but I have fantasies too, ya know.” My jaw dropped open at her revelation. I guess I had been so wrapped up in my own desires I didn’t even consider the fact that she might have hidden desires of her own. “Um, what sort of fantasies?” I asked carefully not really sure that I should even be asking such a personal question. “I mean if you want me to dare you to do stuff, I can do that.” “No, that’s YOUR fantasy,” she said sounding a bit put out. “Well, whatever it is, count me in. Like I said before, close friends do things for each other. You help me with mine and I’ll help you with yours.” “I’m not sure you’d want to do that which is why I think we’d both be better off leaving things be as they are.” I chuckled, “What . . . don’t tell me you’re one of those wierdos that like hurting people, making them suffer or something.” “Well, as a matter of fact I am . . . in a manner of speaking anyway.” My jaw dropped again as I pushed myself away from the table. “What do you mean?” “Well, my sexy little roommate of mine, I like controlling people, making them do whatever I want – especially making them do embarrassing or humiliating things. The riskier the better, making them do things that they would NEVER really do by themselves; pushing them well past their limits; things that might have a certain element of risk or pain – not physical pain per se but certainly having the potential to cause them emotional stress.” “You mean like the other night when you stepped away from me exposing me to that crowd.” “Yes, that’s it, but more. I want to be in total control. I want you to absolutely agree that if we start this, you’ll do anything I dare you to do whether you like my idea or not.” “But you wouldn’t really make me . . .” “Stop right there. You’re setting limits. Part of the excitement for BOTH of us is that you’ll never really know what I’ll dare you to do. If you go drawing up a list of what you’ll do and what you won’t do, this won’t really fulfill either of our fantasies. You know I care for you very much but that doesn’t mean I can’t really be a bitch sometimes just because I want to. You’ll have to agree to that. I know what you like and I’ll certainly not be selfish in my approach to our little game but you’ll have to commit to my way of doing things. Agreed?” Talk about signing a blank check! I was shocked. This certainly wasn’t turning out the way I could have EVER imagined. I also realized something else too. My panties were totally soaked. Her words were getting me so worked up I could have let her take me right there on the dining room table. I sat there silently as I pondered the ramifications of her desires. In the end I just nodded my head in agreement. (That’s another small decision that I should have thought better of if you guys are keeping track of them.) My roommate smiled. “I’ll tell you what. Let’s put this to the test. Tomorrow is your regular afternoon off, right?” I nodded. I always tried to take Wednesday afternoon’s off to make up for the rather late hours I kept during the week and for the occasional Saturday morning’s that I had to work. “Good. I’ll pick you up at the shop. I’ll give you a dare to do, something that I think will make both of us happy. It’ll definitely push you beyond your comfort level and might be a little risky but I think you’ll enjoy it. If you go through with it and still want to play, I’ll have my answer.” My heart was pounding as I squeaked out a simple. “Okay.”

Quit While You’re Ahead by Hooked6 Chapter 6 I could hardly keep my mind on my work the next day knowing that Jess was going to dare me to do something that I was certain involved some exposure and risk. 1 o’clock came around faster than it had ever done before and all too soon I spotted Jess pulling up to the curb out front. I bid my coworkers goodbye and hurried out the door and into my friend’s vehicle and off we went. “Where are we going?” I asked nervously. She just laughed and replied simply, “You’ll see. Are you nervous?” I nodded my head and looked at the floor. Just her question and the playful tone in which she asked it got my heartrate up. “Good, you should be. I’m glad I’m not the one that’s going to do this.” I gasped and looked at my friend who was clearly enjoying herself. Her eyes were glistening and I couldn’t help noticing she really looked fantastic in her outfit – a short white sundress that I swear she wasn’t wearing anything underneath! That put my hormones into hyper-drive and my brain lost most of its ability to think rationally. I suspect she wore that outfit on purpose just for that very reason. I wanted to ask her what she was going to make me do but I realized that part of HER fun was being in control so I just let her assume that role. (I TOLD you I wasn’t thinking rationally anymore!) All was fine as long as we were just driving along. About a half an hour later we pulled off the main road and into the parking lot of our favorite mall. I began to get a real uneasy feeling about all of this and was starting to have second thoughts. I couldn’t get naked in the mall! I wasn’t that brave – or that crazy! All the wind seemed to rush from my sails leaving me feeling sad. She found a parking space and beckoned me out of the car. Once inside we walked around the various storefronts as she did some serious window shopping. All she talked about was how expensive everything seemed to be. I began to wonder if she was just having me on – doing this on purpose- prolonging things just to stress me out without really making me do anything here at all. That would be just like her and would certainly go along with her control fantasy. Or maybe she just wanted my senses on high alert for whatever she planned later on someplace else. Or . . . perhaps she was going to make me do some little “innocent” exposure here in the mall while trying on some dresses or something. That wouldn’t be so bad I thought. I could do that, or least I thought I could anyway. Nope, apparently that wasn’t the case though as we never went anywhere near a clothing store. For a Wednesday, the mall was really quite crowded. There were also a lot of young people milling about for some reason, more than I thought there would be given it was the middle of the day during the week. As we walked around window shopping, I found myself slowly beginning to enjoy our little outing. If I wasn’t so concerned about whatever Jess was planning this might have been a perfect way to spend an afternoon. We don’t get out together like this very often. As it was, however, I was on edge and deep down inside my stomach was turning summersaults. The uncertainly of it all was maddening! “Let’s head up to the second floor,” she announced as she nonchalantly guided me towards the escalator. Once on the second floor she walked on a bit looking at a few more storefronts before telling me that she had to use the Ladies’ room and headed down a small barren, brick-lined corridor to the lavatory facilities. I decided to make use of them as well as since I was a bundle of nerves my bladder was filling quite rapidly. Once we were through and she was primping herself in the mirror, she calmly announced, “Ash, I dare you to walk back to our car wearing just your underwear.” Talk about having your heart skip a few beats, “WHAT?! Seriously?” She gave me an incredulous look – no make that a look of disappointment as if she somehow hadn’t expected me to protest. I swallowed hard and softly replied with my voice trembling, “Let me get this straight, you want me to take off all my clothes and walk out of here in just my bra and panties, in front of all those people milling about; down the escalator, through the mall about 400 yards or more – by the way, did I mention that the mall just so happens to be packed with hundreds of people? Then you want me to walk out the entrance that we came into; out into the parking lot, in broad daylight no less, to where we parked our car; by myself . . . in just my underwear. Is that right?” I was certain that in repeating out loud my understanding of what she just dared me to do she’d realize just how absurd her dare was. “No, silly,” she said laughing. “Oh, thank goodness!” I sighed with relief. “For a moment there I thought you were serious.” “Of course, I didn’t mean you have to wear just your bra and panties.” “Whew! I knew that I had misunderstood you!” Jess just grinned from ear to ear, “You can also wear the sandals you have on too.” “JESS!!” “Make up your mind. You’re either into this or you aren’t. I warned you that I’d test you today, didn’t I? Well, here is your test. All you have to do is walk out here pretending like you’re dressed perfectly normal. Imagine yourself as some kind of lingerie model or something for Victoria’s Secret and you were taking a bathroom break. Just act perfectly normal and walk on like you own the place. You won’t be obscene – you’ll be covered, well the important bits anyway. It’s not like you’ll be totally naked though there’s an interesting thought!” “JESS!!” “Sure, hundreds of people will see you in your underwear, so what?” “But why are you making me do this here in such a public place? I mean the other day when you made me walk around in my underwear it was dark and pretty secluded.” “That’s the point. I want you to do this in a place where you are guaranteed to be seen. Don’t tell me that when those people up the street saw you that fateful night that you weren’t turned on by it all.” She had a point. Being exposed hiding behind her like I had been was the highlight of that night! “Besides,” she added, “I’m doing this because I want to. That should be a good enough reason for you. So, are you in or out?” She stood there twirling her hair in that flirty way that she often does while leaning forward from the counter just enough so that I could see down the top of her sundress revealing that she was indeed not wearing a bra. Damn her! She knows what her teasing does to me! “I’m in,” said as I reluctantly pulled off my T-shirt over my head and handed it to her. I quickly unzipped my jeans and pulled them off as well before I changed my mind. Seeing myself in the lavatory mirror I realized one thing. I wasn’t thinking too well when I had gotten dressed that morning because I chose a white bra and plain looking red cotton panties. Model for Victoria’s Secret indeed! Why couldn’t I have chosen sexier undergarments? At least that way I could have used the model explanation if any customer complained. As it was, I clearly looked like I was wearing a plain old bra and panties. I couldn’t even hope that people might think I was wearing a bikini either. What I had on looked exactly like what they were – a BRA and pair of PANTIES! Jess was giggling almost uncontrollably now. “You look terrified! I LOVE IT!” What a bitch, I thought to myself. She was relishing my discomfort! “This is how I want you to do this,” she said rather firmly. “I’m going out and get ahead of you so I can watch everything as you walk towards me. I want you to wait at least FIVE minutes before you leave this restroom. You are to WALK at all times. If you run, you fail this test and we will never do anything like this again – not to mention how disappointed I’ll be in you. At no time will you acknowledge me. Do NOT look at me or even call out to me no matter what. I want to you act as if you are completely alone – that I’m just another customer in the mall. Got it?” I nodded. “I’ll be off. You do remember where we parked, right?” “Yes, outside the Macy’s entrance to the mall.” “Have fun!” she quipped and left chuckling leaving me alone and quite scared. Did I mention I was also quite aroused? Chapter 7 I stood there looking at myself in the mirror. I didn’t have a watch as I use my smartphone for keeping track of the time and I didn’t have that with me as it was in the pocket of my jeans and Jess now had those. I guessed at when I was to leave. In any event I wasn’t in a hurry. Suddenly I heard voices approaching from outside in the corridor, women’s voices so I knew they were headed my way. I HAD to leave. The last thing I wanted to do was to get caught up close and personal dressed like this. I’d feel cornered and trapped in such a confined space I took a deep breath, glanced at myself in the mirror one last time, ran my fingers quickly through my hair a bit and opened the door and walked out. The first thing I heard was a sudden gasp! I looked up and saw three college aged girls looking at me in somewhat disbelief. “COOL!” finally one of them said as the others giggled covering their mouths. Just seeing them looking at me made me get all the wetter and I worried that I was going to develop a visible wet spot that would be easily noticed against the red color of my cotton panties. The fact that they didn’t say anything rude or do anything to stop me was just the incentive I needed to keep going. Of course, I was still in the somewhat isolated corridor that led to the restrooms. The real test would be out in the mall. The girls just stood their giggling and watching me as I passed them by and headed towards the main area of the mall. I could see people wandering to and fro up ahead and so far, no one had noticed me. As I rounded the corner and actually made my way towards the escalator several yards up ahead, I heard a little boy ask almost at the top of his voice as kids his age often do, “Mommy, mommy, why is that girl in her underwear?” I quickly glanced around and saw the boy pointing his finger right at me. Then I noticed that his mother shot me a dirty look as she grabbed his hand and turned him around and headed in another direction. NOW I wanted to crawl under a rock and die!! I tried to recall the advice Jess had given me earlier – to pretend that I was supposed to be dressed this way and act confident. I took another deep breath pulled my shoulders back and marched on. Of course, this had the effect of jutting my boobs out away from my body drawing ever more attention to them so I quickly exhaled and tried to walk normally. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Jess grinning from ear to ear. She was also holding up her cell phone obviously recording the whole thing for her enjoyment later, the rat! I did my best to ignore her but the more I tried to look away the more I wanted to look back at her! Somehow seeing that she was enjoying this made me feel warm and loved inside. As I walked on most of the people in the mall came to a stop and, well, just stared. It was clear I was THE center of attention and I loved it! It was embarrassing as hell and after seeing Jess with her phone I just knew that this was going to be plastered everywhere – Facebook, amateur porn websites, people’s personal blogs, Instagram. There would be no mistaking that it was me as my face was not disguised in the least and the lighting in this mall in the middle of the afternoon was good enough to capture my panty-clad form perfectly. No hiding in the shadows today. That fact sent shivers up my spine!! It also gave me that funny tingling down below that I relished so very much. I was a confused mess to be sure. No one approached me or tried to stop me. I had gone over 100 yards so far and other than the dirty look I got from that mom everyone seemed just to be content with enjoying the show. Just then a woman came running up to me obviously thrilled at her good fortune seeing me this way. Giggling she said, “Excuse me, but why are you doing this?” She was quite pretty and the fact that she was so professionally dressed in her skirt and blouse made me feel so much more exposed and out of place than I had felt before she approached me. I knew I had to say something but going with the Victoria Secret line seemed out of place given my rather unimpressive underwear. Saying that this was a dare seemed equally sophomoric. Hormones make you say and do some pretty stupid things so before I knew it, I found myself saying, “A kid threw up on me back there and I wasn’t about to go home with that all over me so I just tossed the foul clothing in the trash and I’m trying to get to my car!” Of course, after I said that, it seemed to me to be quite impressive. At first the lady looked rather empathic to my plight then her face broke into a HUGE smile and she practically yelled, “Yeah, SURE. Is this one of those hidden camera reality shows? I’m on TV, right?” I shook my head and was about to correct her when she yelled, “HEY EVERYBODY, THEIR SHOOTING A HIDDEN CAMERA REALITY SHOW. WE’RE ALL GOING TO BE ON TV!!” “No, you’ve got it all wrong,” I protested but to no avail. People came flocking over to me like bees to a pretty flower asking all sorts of questions like, “What’s your name? What show is this for? When will it be on TV? Can I help?” The crowds kept getting bigger and closer and soon I felt people brushing up against me – in places they shouldn’t be touching! I couldn’t tell if the contact was accidental or deliberate but my intimate places were getting touched quite often as people gathered around. I was getting so aroused I was barely able to contain myself. I’ve never been in a big crowd in just my bra and panties before. “Please, let me pass. I need to go . . . please everybody, move out of my way!” No one was listening to me. Finally, I got an idea. “Look, if everyone would form a single line against the wall over there the hidden camera will be able to see you clearly. Everyone please just move back against the wall or we will have to stop shooting and do this project somewhere else!” I then heard several people repeating my instructions and a couple of guys began herding the crowd away from me. I guess if you just tell people what they want to hear they’re more likely to do want you want. Once the crowd started moving away from me; I saw the down escalator just up ahead. If I could just make it to those stairs I’d be on my way. They couldn’t encircle me on that thing! The worst they could do was to follow me but at least I’d be able to move! It was now or never I thought and I started walking. No one seemed to notice at first as they were all so busy trying to get lined up to get seen on my fake hidden camera. I was about 4 steps from the escalator when I heard some woman from behind me shout, “STOP!” Someone finally noticed that I was sneaking off. I had to get on those stairs before they started coming after me. I took another rather quick step forward and suddenly felt someone grabbing my arm rather forcefully. “LET GO OF ME!” I demanded. “I’ll do no such thing!” the authoritative voice said. “You’re coming with me.” “Like hell I am,” I snapped and tried to break free of this idiot’s grasp but my arm was held fast and all I did was strain my own muscles. “I whirled about to see who this maniac was and I saw a woman in a Deputy Sherriff’s uniform – not a mall cop or one of those old men in rent-a-cop uniforms but a real bona fide law enforcement officer and she had a death grip on my arm. I looked up at her face to plead with her to let me go and then a light bulb went off . . . “YOU! It’s YOU! You’re a cop??” I exclaimed in disbelief. It was my customer from the beauty shop – the same woman who saw my embarrassing streak in my neighborhood many nights ago. I was so screwed! Chapter 8 The officer just gave me a sly grin before getting a more serious look on her face and yanking my arm signaling her intent that I was to follow her. “You’re coming with me.” Those idiotic customers in the mall apparently thought this was still all part of that reality TV show they thought I was part of and began clapping as I was being led away. It was totally embarrassing being led way arm in arm by a Sherriff’s deputy who was also a customer of mine! I just HAD to know who she was. I looked at her name tag; it read: Officer Barbara Hollingsworth. “Please let me go, Barbara,” I pleaded softly trying not to make any more of a scene that I had already all the while hoping that our business acquaintanceship might just persuade her to give me a little deferential treatment. I obviously needed all the help I could get. “Just keep walking,” she demanded coldly and led me past the crowd and towards another corridor near the restrooms. Given her “By-the-book” demeanor I guess I was mistaken about her cutting me any slack. As I looked over my shoulder upon leaving the main mall, I saw the crowd breaking up and going about their business. I guess they figured the show was over thank goodness and that there was no sense in hanging around. The officer led me to the end of that unassuming corridor and through a plain solid door marked, “Employees Only.” Once inside I was in a large open area with multiple desks and a bunch of clerks of some type all working away until one of them happened to look up and notice me. “What the . . . ?” she said, obviously taken aback at the sight before her. Others hearing her remark stopped working and soon everyone was staring at this young woman in her underwear. The silence on the room was deafening and added to the seriousness of the situation. Without pausing even for a minute, the officer led me down an internal corridor past several offices until we reached a solid door marked, “Security.” She opened the door and pushed me inside closing the door after her. She pointed to a spot in front of the only desk in the room and told me to stand there as she removed her nightstick from her gun belt and tossed it haphazardly onto the desk and then sat down. She leaned back in the chair putting her arms behind her head as if to admire her trophy as I stood there looking back at her not knowing what else to do. Neither of us said a word for several minutes. She just looked at me with a stone-cold expression on her face that was inscrutable. Oh, WHY was I so stupid, I thought to myself? I should have NEVER listened to Jess. Now look what I had gotten myself into. Finally, I detected her pursed lips changing to a smirk, then an evil grin and finally a huge smile. “So, my stylist is a bit of a tart. Who would have known?” I felt so ashamed I just looked at the floor in silence. Barbara was a pretty woman and normally quite kind to me when she was in the salon. It was hard to look at her. “You are in so much trouble . . . Ashley, isn’t it?” “Yes, ma’am, Ashley,” I replied meekly still looking at the floor. “So, just what in the hell are you up to now? First, I catch you flashing in my own neighborhood and now this! Are you some kind of sicko pervert or something?” “No, ma’am . . .” “Is someone making you do this, is that it? Are you in some kind of trouble?” “No, ma’am . . .” “Well, you’re a polite little tart I must say. So, what’s the story?” I swallowed hard. I couldn’t very well admit my perverted fantasies to her – not a client of mine! Why, it would be all over town. No one would ever seek me out to do their hair. You know how women are in a Hair Salon – we are all gossip. I’d be the talk of the town for like years! Finally, I just blurted out, “Look it’s not what you think. Please just let me go.” She just picked up a pencil that was lying on the desk and began fiddling with it in her fingers. “I wish it was that easy. I like you; I really do but the management here takes a dim view of things like this. Teenagers and college kids are always causing trouble here – mostly because they are bored. The mall’s corporate office has had enough of it. This is a family place and they want to keep out the bad elements in town. They have a good reputation and they intend on doing everything possible to keep it. That’s why they’ve discontinued their own security force and began hiring off-duty police officers to handle things. I’m afraid the mall manager will insist on your formal arrest and pressing charges. I’ll have to take you down to the station and book you and get you fingerprinted. He’s on his way here right now. His secretary has already notified him.” I let out an audible gasp, “ARRESTED? I can’t be arrested and taken to jail! I’ll have a record! I’ll lose my tonsorial license – my job! Isn’t there some way out of this?” She looked at me pensively for a moment and then smiled again. “I guess I could try persuading him . . . to argue on your behalf but . . .” “But? But what?” I asked with obvious stress in my voice. “Well, if I’m going to go out on a limb for you and put MY reputation at risk for someone I hardly know, I need to understand what’s going on with you. So why don’t you tell me why you were out practically in my neighborhood and why you are walking around this mall in your bra and panties – nice color panties, by the way – red, it matches your blushing face.” “Well, um . . . it’s hard to explain really . . .” I certainly didn’t want to tell her any more than was absolutely necessary and I certainly didn’t want to implicate my best friend either. Listen, Ashley,” she said with a serious tone, the smile now gone from her face. I’m not sure how long you have before the manager walks in here and once he does, your ass belongs to him. Got it? So, if you want my help, I suggest you find a way to tell me the truth – all of it – and I must warn you that I’ll be able to tell if you are lying or hiding anything because I’m an expert at reading body language. I have to be in my line of work, you know. So get talking . . .” She was right. I was in a bad situation and my only hope of getting out of it was to do as she asked. She was holding all the cards. “I . . . that is, I have this . . . um, fantasy . . . you know of imagining myself in certain . . . situations.” “Time is running out, girl . . . go on. What KIND of situations?” “Well, I like to read stories about girls being caught in compromising situations, you know.” “You mean like this?” she asked pointing to me waving her hand up and down my nearly exposed body. “Well, sort of . . . sometimes I imagine myself . . .” I could barely find the strength to continue “well, naked.” There, I said it. “Naked like some of the girls in the stories I read getting caught that way by strangers. “Oh yeah? Who are your favorite authors? Maybe I have heard of them” “Oh Gosh . . . um, well, there’s BPCavel and um . . . ReaderMan, I suppose. I like them a lot.” “I’ll have to check them out. Go on, continue sweet pea. You haven’t much time.” Anyway, I’ve always wanted to see what it would be like but I’m too chicken to do that. So, I figured that I’d try to let people see me in my underwear and just IMAGINE I was actually naked figuring maybe I’d find out what it was like without, you know, exposing myself completely. I figured it would help me when I was reading my favorite stories, you see? I could identify with the character in the story better, that’s all.” “So, you’re not really a die-hard exhibitionist, is that was you are telling me?” “Gosh, no; the other night was, well an accident. I wasn’t trying to be seen but it got me thinking and . . .” “And this is what you came up with?” she asked chuckling a bit. I just nodded my head in total humiliation. “And I suppose I ruined your fun just now by hauling you in here.” “In a way, yes,” I replied softly. “Ruined is a good word, I guess.” She certainly ruined my day anyway, I thought to myself. “And I suppose you’ll never really know fully what it is like now that I turned your little experiment into a nightmare. I imagine that in the back of your mind you’ll still be wondering until you end up doing something really stupid.” I didn’t know what to say or even if I was supposed to respond to her. “Well, go on.” “Go on? I’ve told you everything, HONEST!” “Oh, I believe you,” she said with a note of empathy. “No, I meant go on and strip – get naked.” “WHAT?!” “You heard me. You wanted to know what it felt like to be naked in a public place, right? Well, this is a public place and I’m practically a stranger. Just take off your bra and panties and find out what it feels like.” “I . . . I couldn’t. I just couldn’t!” “Why not? It’s the only way you’ll get the answer to your question and know for sure what it really feels like. If you do that, I’ll feel better about trying to get you off the hook with the mall’s manager. This way I’ll know in my own mind that you’d probably not try something like this again.” “Right now?” “You’d better hurry . . . tick – tock, tick – tock, you know.” I wasn’t sure if she just wanted to see me naked or if she was really trying to help me. She was a hard person to read. I hated to admit it but she was right about me wanting to experience this firsthand and it WAS just the two of us. The thought of actually doing this was overwhelming. My hands were literally trembling with fear as I reached back behind me and unclasped my bra and let it fall from my shoulders revealing my breasts. Barbara reached out and took it from me as I then nervously lowered my panties which she also took possession of, holding them in her hand. I was actually NAKED in the mall’s back office and a client of mine was looking me over not two feet in front me!! My heart felt like it was going to pound itself right out of my chest! Chapter 9 Barbara seemed quite pleased with herself as she continued to look me up and down. “Turn around,” she asked making a circular motion in the air with her finger. It was embarrassing knowing that as I turned away from her, she was ogling my bottom. When I completed my turn facing her again, she was all smiles like she had won the lottery or something. That made be blush all the more knowing that she was obviously liking what she was seeing. All girls want to feel that they are attractive and Barbara was certainly making me feel that way. The fact that she was quite pretty only made things worse. “So, how does it feel?” she asked coyly still grinning from ear to ear. “Truthfully, I’m scared to death!” “If the damp spot on your panties is any indication, you’re probably horny as hell.” She then held up the soaked gusset of my panties for me to see making me blush all the more. “I’d say you’re much more aroused now than you were when you were wearing these,” she added laughing aloud. Suddenly a man’s voice somewhere out in the hallway angrily asked, “Where are they?” “I think they are in the security office, sir?” a lady replied from outside the door. “It’s the MANAGER!” Barbara exclaimed excitedly as she tossed my undergarments into her desk drawer and slammed it shut. She then ran around behind me nervously yelling, “QUICK, put your hands behind your back.” “What; why?” “Just do it. There’s no time! Just follow my lead and go along with what I say and I think I can get you out of this.” I then felt the cold steel of handcuffs locking my wrists firmly in place behind my back just as the manager barged into the room! He only took a step into the office and suddenly stopped while still holding the door open when he saw that I was naked. The look of shock on his face will be forever burned into my mind as he looked me over. Regaining his composure, he continued into the room leaving the door wide open to the hallway and walked in a circle around the two of us as Barbara continued holding onto my arm. At that moment I saw a professionally dressed young woman walk by the open door. She peered into the room, stopped dead in her tracks; looked at me with her mouth wide open and then gave me a playful smirk as she continued on. The manager cleared his throat as he rounded back in front of me and said, “So you caught the little delinquent that was causing all that disturbance. Good work, officer.” He then looked at me with his beady little eyes and said, “YOU disgust me! I’ll not have your type pulling stunts like this in MY mall. I want her formally arrested and I insist on pressing any applicable charges. I also want to have her given a trespass warning baring her from this property forever!” I gasped again. Barbara was right, he was a bastard! And I was in soooooo much trouble! My heart stopped however when my supposed protector simply said, “Right. I thought you’d feel that way,” and jerked my restrained arm that she had ahold of towards the door my eyes got big and I began to get angry! I had been betrayed! This had all been a lie! She got me to strip just to get me in a more damning predicament just so she could look good! I was about to shout out in protest when Barbara spoke up, “You know . . .” she said thoughtfully, “You are right in wanting to press charges against this woman but I think I should tell you that I know her, well, her family actually and that might not be the best course of action.” “Oh?” “Yes, and if you don’t mind me saying, that from what I know this might be one of those delicate situations that must be handled carefully.” “Really? You mean she’s got connections of some sort?” I could see Barbara nodding her head ever so slightly. “Like I said I know this girl and her family and she’s not really a bad sort. She’s high spirited, I’ll grant you that, but she’s not the type to get into trouble. This is highly unusual behavior for her and I’m sure she regrets her stupidity.” I began nodding my head vigorously in agreement as the manager looked at me as if to ponder Officer Hollingsworth’s words . She then continued, “I’m sure your kids have done a thing or to that you didn’t want to get out in the public’s eye. You know your kids are decent at heart. I think this one here is basically a good person who did something foolish.” The manager rubbed his chin for a few moments and then I saw him lower his eyes down my body – slowly down my body. I’m sure he wanted me to think he was considering Barbara’s argument but he was a man after all and I knew what he was doing – he was taking the opportunity to leer at my exposed flesh! Just knowing what he was doing caused me to get even more aroused than I had been and I felt my nipples tightening up right before his very eyes. His gaze continued down lower and lower stopping at my pelvis. I could feel my labial lips getting all the more engorged. I was afraid my ever-increasing wetness was going to eventually start trickling down my thighs if he kept this up. Finally, he quickly raised his head and directed his attention to the officer. “I’m sure you’re right but I can’t just let her off the hook. If word gets out that I’ve gone soft I’ll have every looney-toon in town pushing the envelope here. That would undo all the hard work and expense I’ve put into curtailing delinquents from visiting here.” I was screwed! This guy is definitely a hard-ass. “I see your point,” Barbara continued, “but I think I can assure you that you won’t be troubled by her again. I know her mom and trust me after I take her home, she’ll be suitably punished and I’m sure word on the street will be positive. In fact, I’ll personally see to it by keeping an eye on her. This way you won’t ruin a potentially good person with a record and, well, frankly you’ll avoid a lot of potential headaches from the family later on if you did as you originally suggested. Of course, the decision is ultimately yours and I’ll certainly support whatever you decide. I just felt I had a duty to point out a few things that might be in your interest.” I wasn’t sure how much of what Barbara was saying was true about knowing my mom or all that stuff about my family having connections and all that as we certainly weren’t well-connected. As far as I knew she didn’t even know my mom at all. Perhaps she was just using her street smarts and playing a little politics to do me a favor. What she was saying wasn’t really important. I was just glad she was true to her word and was trying to help me. The manager once again looked at me for a moment and then said, “Can I have a word with you in private?” Barbara agreed and sternly told me not to move until she got back. Like where in the hell was I going to go naked and restrained as I was? I just meekly nodded as the two of them stepped just outside the open door out of sight. I could hear them muttering to each other. I couldn’t make out what they were saying but their exchange went on for some time. I thought that the longer they were talking the better it was for me. Perhaps he was softening his stance and was going to let me go. I needed to put all my faith into Barbara. What choice did I have? Eventually they stopped talking and I no longer could see the man’s trouser-covered leg that had been visible near the doorway. In fact, I couldn’t hear or see anything! What was going on I wondered? I began to get worried as more time passed. It was obvious that the Manager and Officer Hollingsworth were no longer in the hallway as soon a steady parade of people began passing by the open door, giggling. It seemed that every one of those clerks both men and women wanted to get a peek at the nude girl in the office. I was so embarrassed but there was nothing I could do. Some people waved; some gave me a mock kiss in the air. Several women actually shot me a bird while they were smiling at me obviously enjoying my humiliation, which really pissed me off! Then the crowd vanished as soon as it had appeared. I heard footfalls in the hall and suddenly Barbara and the manager had returned and entered the room. Both had somewhat serious expressions on their faces which didn’t bode well for my hopes of getting out of here without going to jail. My mouth was as dry as the Sahara Desert. I tried to swallow but my tongue just stuck to the roof of my mouth. The Manager guy walked over to me and stood practically two inches from my face. He starred into my eyes for several moments. Here it comes I thought. My life is over. “It’s against my better judgment but this fine Officer has convinced me not to have you arrested . . .” As disgusting as it is to say this, I actually wanted to kiss that fat bastard. She did it! She really went to bat for me! Now it was Barbara that I wanted to kiss! I was in a fog as the Manager kept speaking. I was brought back to Earth when I ultimately heard him say, “Provided and I do mean PROVIDED that you agree to Officer Hollingsworth’s plan and that she take you straight home and tell your mother exactly what happened here today. She has assured me she will keep a close eye on you and report back to me on your progress? If you agree then I think we can call this incident closed. Do you agree?” My excitement knew no bounds at that moment. I wasn’t sure what all he had said but I was sure I wasn’t going to be taken to jail. I was getting off. I had dodged the bullet. I was ecstatic. “Well?” he barked at me impatiently. “Yes, I agree most definitely, yes!” “Very well then,” he said turning to Barbara, “I’m releasing her into your custody and I’m holding you to your word.” “I understand,” my new found friend said as the manager walked out the door. Barbara walked over to me and smiled as she took hold of my arm and began walking me towards the open door. “Hey!” I protested. “What about my clothes and these handcuffs?” She just stared at me with a puzzled look. “I told the Manager that I’d take you home like you are and explain things to your mom and you just agreed. Would you rather I take you to jail? I can do that ya know if you break your agreement.” “You’re taking me home naked and in Handcuffs?” Barbara grinned from ear to ear and without saying a word started walking me towards the door! Chapter 10 Without missing a beat Officer Barbara followed the manager out the door of the security office. I was still handcuffed and she still had that death grip of hers on my arm as she dragged me along in tow. “But wait . . .” I exclaimed, “You aren’t . . . but you can’t! Please, I’m naked!” Once again, I immediately regretted the fact that my voice had been so loud as everyone at their desks immediately stopped talking and looked up at me. It didn’t take me long to notice that damn near every single one of them was smiling. I also noticed that the mall manager had stopped and turned around to face me obviously pleased that I was reacting the way I was. When he saw the look of panic on my face, he seemed to take pleasure in the fact that this was so horrible for me. It was as if I was already being punished somehow for my transgressions in HIS mall. I saw Officer Barbara return his grin as if to say “See, I told you my idea was a good one.” I was led past the rows and rows of desks in the large open-styled office with my feet instinctively dragging across the floor in subconscious protest, which had the effect of forcing my less than endowed chest out as I leaned back resisting our trek towards the exit. The female clerks were giggling, making no secret of the fact that they were thrilled with my predicament and what was happening to me while the male clerks, on the other hand, were simply taking in the view. A couple even had their mouths wide open, too paralyzed with what was happening to even grab their phones lest they miss any of the action. To those at their desks missing out on actually seeing me earlier, rumors of a naked girl in the Security Office was one thing, but actually having one forcefully being escorted in handcuffs right in front of their very eyes was quite another. When we got to the plain solid door that opened to the corridor that led to the mall, I pushed my body roughly against it blocking Barbara’s ability to pull it open hoping to gain a few moments so that I could persuade her to abandon her plan. That was a mistake as she used her free hand to forcefully smack my bottom sending a resounding echo throughout the room causing everyone to breakout in laughter. Suitably chastened, I pulled back away from the door allowing her to open it. Sure, I was the one that wanted the thrill of exposure but not like this, not naked in a very public mall while enduring the humiliation of being treated like a criminal. I guess it was the “criminal” aspect that frightened me the most as it was so shameful. Out into the corridor we walked. Once the door closed and we were walking along the long, barren hallway leaving the curious office employees behind Barbara said, “Well, that went better than I had expected. For a moment there I didn’t think old fuss-budget was going to let you off. I had to argue with him for quite some time as he was so insistent that I take you to jail. Believe me this was far from certain. It’s a good thing I can be persuasive when I have to be.” Her comment reminded me that things could have gone much worse for me and I began to feel grateful for her assistance. “Thank you. I really DO appreciate your help. I owe you one.” I noticed that her demeanor had softened and she was almost smiling. I relaxed a bit and let out a huge sigh of relief. Now I was certain that she was on my side. To my chagrin, however, we continued to walk towards the main part of the mall from whence we had come earlier with her still firmly holding my arm. I could see people milling about in the main section of the mall casually shopping and I began to get a little nervous again. “So . . . did you put my panties and bra inside your pocket or something or do you have another plan?” I asked with a little trembling in my voice. She stopped abruptly and turned me to face her. “Excuse me?” she responded, as if she couldn’t believe what I had just asked. “Well, I mean you ARE going to take these bracelets off now and let me get dressed, right? You’re not really going to take me through the mall naked, are you? I mean it’s YOUR fault that I got caught without my underwear on.” Her eyes narrowed and her expression turned quite serious. Pointing to the Star on her left chest she snapped, “Do you see this? I EARNED this. It took me years and a lot of hard work to get into the Police Academy and then several more years working in the county jail before I was able to prove myself and get promoted to full Deputy Status. It’s not easy being a female officer you know as most of the male deputies don’t think a woman can handle this job – that we are too soft or something. Let’s get something straight right now, missy. I put my career on the line for you back there and kept your ass out of jail. The only way I could get keep you from formally being charged and taken to jail was to get that manager to agree to let me take you home to your mother AS YOU ARE. You agreed to that. Everyone heard it so that’s what I’m going to do. Got it?” I was in shock. I remember saying ‘yes’ back there but admittedly I wasn’t really paying attention at all. I was too relieved that I wasn’t going to be taken to jail that I scarcely heard anything old fatso was saying. What had I done? “You mean you’re going to . . . all the way out there in the mall . . .?” With that I almost fainted as my legs went limp. Barbara grabbed me under both arms and began shouting firmly, “Buck up, sweetheart. Stop being such a wuss.” She lightly slapped me across my face like in those old Italian movies, which brought me back to reality. I regained my composure and stood back up. “That’s the ticket,” she said as we resumed our march towards the mall. “Besides, you wanted to see what it felt like to be a character in one of your stories so I guess you’re in heaven now, right?” She was grinning again as she nodded towards my chest. I looked down and much to my surprise my nipples were proud and excited. I became aware of something else too. I was wet and that pleasing little feeling began rising deep within me. I might not have been in heaven but I was indeed aroused. My brain was scared out of its senses but my body was screaming for more. I took a deep breath and braced myself for my eventual public unveiling. As we got with 5 yards of the mall proper Jessica suddenly stepped into view. “JESS,” I exclaimed excitedly! I had forgotten all about her. “Well Jess, here she is in all her glory, just like you wanted!” the Deputy said laughing her fool head off. “WHAT?!” I muttered half aloud and half to myself. “You mean, you two know each other?” Jess began laughing hilariously. “Of course, we do. I’ve known Barbara for years. We go way back.” “You mean you guys set all of this up? She was in on it the whole time?” Jess came up to me and gave me a soft kiss on the cheek. “I told you that I’d look out for you, didn’t I? So . . . having fun yet?” she asked as she ran her finger between my legs. “Oops, I’ll take that as a yes,” she quipped as she raised her wet finger for us to see and added mockingly, “I guess that was a rhetorical question, huh?” I must have turned six shades of red as I felt myself getting flushed with embarrassment all over listening to them carrying on about her wet finger waving teasingly in the air. “Oh Jess . . . you have no idea what I’ve just been through. I’m glad it’s over! “Over?” Officer Hollingsworth replied. “Oh honey, it’s far from over.” “Wha . . . what do you mean it’s not over?” “Look, old Lard Ass back there was for real. He really WAS insisting on pressing charges. Like I said, the only way to get you out of this was to make him think your punishment was going to be something you’ll never forget so I have to take you home to your mother as you are. Weren’t you listening to anything we’ve been talking about for the last ten minutes? I really have no choice. Knowing him he’ll be watching on the various surveillance cameras throughout the mall making sure I go through with this.” She then began chuckling while adding as she looking my naked body over from head to toe, “. . . and with his hand in his pants no doubt.” Jess began laughing too at her remark. My heart began to race again. I felt like I was on this frightening roller coaster – slowly climbing up and up then free falling down at terrifying speeds. I was scared out of my wits one minute then basking in relief in another then climbing once again towards the precipice! “JESS!! Do something!” I gasped at my friend in desperation. My friend began playfully caressing my face and hair and then rubbing her hand sensually up and down my back. “Do you remember asking me, no make that BEGGING me, to help you live out your fantasies and I told you that I had to get something out of this too?” “Well, yes but . . .” “Do you remember when we started all of this and I said I liked controlling people, making them do whatever I want – especially making them do embarrassing or humiliating things. The riskier the better; making them do things that they would NEVER really do by themselves; pushing them well past their limits; things that might have a certain element of risk or pain – not physical pain per se but certainly having the potential to cause them emotional stress?” “Yes, but . . .” “Well, this is one of those stressful things I want to see you do. It will help me with MY fantasy. It’s not all about you. You agreed to that remember?” Me and my big mouth! I’ve got to stop agreeing to things before thinking them through. Still, I cared so much for Jessica that if this makes her happy then I’d do it – I’d do it for her as I love her so much! I lowered my head and sighed. “I’m ready. Let’s get this over with.” Both of them starting chuckling again, “You’re priceless, you know that?” the Deputy said. “I can see why Jessica likes playing games with you.” I looked up and Jess had a warm and kind look upon her face as she said, “You didn’t really think that we’d make you walk all the way through the mall naked, did you? I’ve got something you can wear.” “YOU DO!” I said excitedly, “But what about old Lard Ass . . .” The Deputy interjected, “Oh he’ll be watching that’s for sure but I think we can give you a little help and still satisfy old Lard Ass.” “What do you mean?” I asked hopefully. Then to my utter embarrassment Jess pulled out a small pad of tan-colored “Post-It” notes about two inches square. She peeled off one of the squares and placed it over my left nipple barely covering it and then did the same with the other breast. Tearing off yet a third piece of paper she placed it low on my pelvis so that the part of my labia that peeked up from between my legs was also covered. “There!” she announced with pride. “That ought to do it!” I looked down at myself and was immediately filled with dread. Yes, the “Post-It” notes ostensibly covered the essentials, albeit just barely, but my nipples were so aroused they were actually pushing the papers out from underneath as only the top side of a “Post-It” note has that sticky glue stuff. All the other edges are just paper. Anyone looking from underneath or from the side would see EVERYTHING. I also realized that from a distance the tan color my friend had chosen would make it look like I wasn’t wearing anything at all so Mr. Fatso couldn’t tell from looking on camera that my naughty bits were actually covered. The gentle cool air on my backside, however, also reminded me that my ass was totally exposed and if I bent over, I’d be revealing my most intimate of places. Hell, I’d probably do that anyway just walking! This was supposed to HELP?! This was more embarrassing than just being naked. The girls both had HUGE grins on their faces as they admired my “new look.” “That ought to fool old Fuss Budget,” Barbara said as she once again began leading me out towards the mall. “We had better get going before the old man gets suspicious.”

Dare Me by neverdoubted Dare Me - Chapter 9 - Lucy makes a Diamond (Part 1) I avoided her the rest of the evening and got to sleep early. It was a school night, but I set my alarm for 4:30am. I was determined to flip the script on her. I went into her room and woke her up in a similar manner she had employed on me the night before; by jumping vigorously on her bed. This time she was the one disoriented. I didn't give her any time to get her bearings. "Lucy Jenkins, I have a dare for you. Take off all your clothes, put on your running shoes and meet me at the front door. You have 2 minutes." I said ominously then stood up and walked out of her room. Two minutes later, she stumbled down the stairs in nothing but her sneakers and ankle socks. She had put her hair up in a hasty ponytail and looked a little scared. She rubbed her eyes sleepily but did not cover herself. She must have sensed this was different somehow than the last two nights. That was a good sign. I instructed her to go ahead and warm up. She went through the same stretches I had seen her do last night in the dark of my bedroom. Only this time she was wearing nothing except a pair of sneakers and standing under the entryway chandelier. It had been five full months since I had last seen her naked and her body had changed in new and interesting ways. Her skin was flawless as usual but quite pale from being cooped up inside all winter. Her hair was longer and darker, too. I knew by mid-summer the sun would bleach it several shades lighter. The last traces of her baby fat clung to her in dwindling places. Her hip bones were not as, well, boney, for example. And on her stomach, there was now an unbroken plane from her pelvis to the bottom of her rib cage. And instead of smooth baby fat, sinuous new muscles rippled beneath the surface as she stretched. Her legs were trim and impossibly long, like a gazelle. I thought they must be longer than every girl in my school, even the 9th graders. But then I was reminded that when it came to the girls in my school, I never got to see their legs all the way to the top like I could with Lucy. That probably skewed my perspective. They were also more sculpted than before and had little rippling muscles, probably from all the recent jogging. Her beautiful, rounded bottom that I had previously seen filling out her P.E. shorts was now unobstructed. I guarantee every boy in her class fantasized about what it would be like to see Lucy's amazing naked ass when he played with himself at night. But they were stuck only imagining. I got to see it in person. Her still growing breasts bulged out more in every direction. Her areolas (a term I learned in health class) had grown darker and more pronounced. They were wrinkled tightly and made her nipples poke out even further than before which added a whole new dimension to her chest. I knew that meant she was either cold or excited and I guessed the latter. She was practically buzzing. Another good sign. Her pussy lips, sorry, her labia were plumper and starting to bloom. I could already see a slight sheen glistening under the lights. Heat. A very good sign! When she finished her warmup, she stood awaiting her dare with quiet anticipation. She stared at me with those intense blue eyes. "Lucy Jenkins," I started with a solemn voice. She perked up thinking she was about to get her dare. But instead, to keep her off balance, I asked, "Do you masturbate?" "What?!" she faltered and took a step back - literally taken aback by my sudden lewd question. Then she moved her hand to cover her pussy. "No!" she said with a deep blush. "I find that hard to believe. Are you sure you know what that means?" I offered, "you know, play with yourself?" I made air quotes then looked down where she was holding her pussy as if I had just caught her in the act. She quickly removed her hand. "God, no! I do not 'play with myself', she swore, "That's gross! Pervert." Having clearly struck a nerve, I smiled knowingly. "No matter," I continued, "now this dare is going to last longer than usual and has multiple parts. So, pay attention. Lucy Jenkins, first, I dare you to jog around the neighborhood as you are dressed right now, in only your running shoes. When you are finished with your run, do not come home. Instead, go straight to Mr. Beski's house. Tell him you joined the run club at school but can't afford the uniform, so you are doing chores to raise money to buy one. Then ask him if there are any chores you can do for him while you are there. He may release you anytime, but you are not allowed to ask to leave until 7:00. Once he says you can go, come home, and get ready for school. Second, you are not allowed to 'play with yourself' or touch yourself down there until this dare is complete. That part shouldn't be too hard since you think that's 'gross'. But remember, the dare does not end when you get home. There will be more, but that's a surprise for later. Something to look forward to." When I finished talking Lucy's eyes fluttered so much, I thought she was having a seizure. It was a lot to process, but there was no need for her to just stand around processing it. She would have plenty of time for that on her run. So, my speech concluded, I opened the door and helpfully said "the sun will be up soon, you better get going. And no covering!" I was pretty proud of myself. I didn't have the rest of the dare figured out yet, but it was a solid foundation. Yeah, using Mr. Beski was kind of derivative. But I felt the "no touching yourself" rule was a clever twist. I knew for a fact she was lying to me about never masturbating. She had protested too much in her denial. And she even had the gall to call me the pervert. She would pay for that comment. I didn’t need her to admit it because I had personally heard her masturbating while she fantasized about Mr. Beski's grandson, Joseph. But the real reason for adding that twist was so I wouldn't have to worry about her letting off steam in the middle of the dare and losing her heat. And knowing Lucy, she would honor every instruction I had given her, including that one. Around 6:30 the sun came up, but she still wasn't back. She had to have been aiming to get back before then to use the cover of darkness to conceal her nudity. But she missed her window of opportunity. I got completely ready for school and ate breakfast. Still no sign of Lucy. I had given her permission, if Mr. Beski hadn't yet dismissed her by then, to excuse herself at 7:00. When 7:10 rolled around I saw mom off to work. But she still wasn't back. That’s when I started to sweat. Did something go wrong? I was supposed to ride my bike to school that day but wouldn't make it in time if I didn't leave by around 7:25. However, I couldn't leave until she had returned safely. About 5 minutes later, she finally did appear, running in from the opposite direction as Mr. Beski's house! Even more bizarrely, she was wearing an apron. She was out of breath and looked disheveled, but in one piece. The apron was adult size and thick, like one used for grilling. It swallowed her small frame and wrapped all the way around her modestly. But it still looked silly and out of place on a girl who was supposed to be out for a jog. I wanted to know what had gone so wrong with the dare. But time was short. She only had about 15 minutes to get ready for school, so I let her go upstairs and describe what happened while she got ready. She stripped off the apron right in front of me. I guess she was used to being naked around me by now, even though I wasn't sure I would ever be. She told the story from the beginning, starting with her jog. I even followed her into the bathroom and stood there while she took a quick shower. That was an interesting experience. Anyway, she made it through her jog without incident. Mr. Beski was delighted to see her - who wouldn't be happy to see a cute, naked young lady show up at your doorstep and offer to do odd jobs around your house? He did have a couple chores for her. Namely, he needed several lightbulbs changed and his courtyard garden needed watering. That didn't sound good to me. I had heard stories of shut-in senior citizens unable to change their own lightbulbs as they got older. But it wasn't like him to let his prized garden fall into disarray. She finished her shower and had me hand her a towel. I got to watch her dry off, then she dropped the towel and walked naked to her room. I followed her. I had never seen a girl get ready after her shower before. It was a whirlwind of clothes and freshly scrubbed flesh and hair accessories and lots and lots of skin. But she seemed completely comfortable letting me watch her dress and undress until she had the perfect combination for her day. She didn't wear make-up yet, so the biggest chunk of time was spent on her hair. Once she was dressed, I kind of lost interest in her morning routine and wanted her to get back to her story. The meager chores she had already listed would have taken practically no time at all. So why was she so late getting back? And where did the apron fit in? I made her proceed with her recounting. She said Mr. Beski gave her $10, and she thought he was about to let her go. But he had one last chore for her. He handed her an envelope with a letter inside and asked if she would please deliver it to his friend's house. Lucy didn't want to do it, especially since it meant showing up naked at another old man’s doorstep, but it was technically still part of her dare. So, she took the letter and set off. At that point it was still night out and she figured she could endure one more brief moment of humiliation if it meant getting back home before daylight hit. His friend lived in the next neighborhood over from us in the direction of Lucy's school. She wasn't that familiar with those street names and got a little lost. But she eventually found the right street and house number. At this point, Lucy stopped getting ready and turned to me wide-eyed. "It was awful, Mikey!" she said, "a man answered the door, and I handed him the letter. He read it to himself then turned to me with a creepy smile." Mr. Beski had told his friend in the letter about Lucy needing to raise money for her track uniform and had volunteered her for another round of chore duty. The man had her come in and said there was something she could help him out with. When she entered the living room, there were three other men. It sounded like some kind of early morning card playing club for old men. She said everyone just stared at her naked body and she didn't know what to do. "But I didn't cover up!" she assured me. As she was speaking, I noticed her surreptitiously reach down between her legs as if something was bothering her down there. I has a suspicion about the cause of her discomfort, and even through the thick material of her skirt, it almost counted as breaking the "no touching yourself" rule, but I decided to let it slide. She continued, "he asked if I knew how to make coffee. I said 'no’, and he brought me into his kitchen and showed me how. Then he told me to make a fresh pot and bring it out in four mugs." This was too perfect. I could just picture it. A young naked waitress serving coffee to a bunch of leering, old men while they played bridge or something. She finished serving coffee, but they weren't done. They kept thinking up more things for her to bring them. First it was cream and sugar. Then breakfast cookies. Juice, milk, muffins. She kept bringing them things and they kept leering at her nudity. Finally, at 7:00, she was allowed to excuse herself. They pooled $20 and invited her back anytime, something she swore would never ever happen. It was bright outside by then so she could no longer hide in darkness. She knew she had to get back quickly. But she took one step outside and there was Connor Lyles riding his bike down the sidewalk. He was on his way to school. "I'm pretty sure he saw me, too!" she exclaimed with a blush. "Even though I ran back inside real quick. I’m sorry! I just couldn't do it. That neighborhood is full of kids, and they would all be riding or walking to school about this time. So, I stole an apron from that old man. Well, I paid him the $30 I had made, so maybe it's not stealing? I'm sorry! I know I wasn't supposed to cover up, but I just couldn't make it home without it." I listened to her pathetic excuses with a stern expression. I told her she had broken the rules with that apron and would pay later as a result. She gulped and nodded. But for now, we needed to leave. She had finished getting ready just as her story ended. Her hair was done up in a bun with a braid that looped down behind her and somehow came back up into it. I couldn't figure out how she had managed to make all that, but it looked amazing. We rushed downstairs a little late for school. If she left now on her bike, she would probably get to her school in time. I would have to ride hard but thought I could make it too. She stood at the front door, this time dressed in a cute school outfit, and beamed up at me. She was practically glowing and looked beautiful. She gave me a big hug and said, "Bye, Mikey, and thank you" with a smile so big it made her eyes squint. I said, "don't thank me, yet. You still have the rest of your dare to complete later. And you still owe me for using that apron when you weren't supposed to." She gave me a quick kiss on the cheek before she left. It was good to have the old Lucy back. After school, she told me that Connor Lyles kept looking at her on the playground. She guessed he was trying to figure out if he had really, briefly seen her walk out of a house in his neighborhood without any clothes on or if he was hallucinating. I told her not to worry. It was too strange an encounter and wouldn't make any sense in his mind. Why would Lucy Jenkins be outside a random house where she didn't even live without any clothes on? I assured her boys that age were constantly fantasizing about their female classmates being naked, especially the cutest ones. That statement made her blush. She was fidgety and on edge all evening. But not in an angry way like before. This was nervous anticipation, waiting for the other shoe to drop. It was kind of cute watching her squirm. She even tried to pry information from me, casually asking what my evening plans were. But I didn't fall for it. Eventually, she gave up on the subtle approach and asked outright if I would please go ahead and give her the rest of her dare now. I flatly refused. I had had the benefit of thinking about it all day and had come up with what I felt would be a fitting and truly grand finale. But I didn't want to rush it. I could practically see the little diamond factory stirring to life inside her. The initial pressure had kick-started the process. Now the heat was building. Time was working in my favor. I told her that badgering me would just make me want to wait longer. She managed to hold her tongue after that. She was clearly disappointed when the evening passed without incident. Although, she did perk up at bedtime, perhaps suspecting more overnight excitement. She deserved to spend at least one night stuck in her bed, the anticipation and heat building inside her body, but unable to do anything to relieve the pressure. All the while, I would finally get a good night's sleep without interruption. At least, that was my plan. I guess I overestimated her ability to endure it. Because very early the next morning, a voice as small as a mouse roused me from my sleep. "...Mikey..." I opened my eyes. It was dark in my room and at first, I didn't see anyone. But then I detected a small, Lucy-shaped presence at the foot of my bed. She wasn't saying anything or moving at all. It was kind of creepy. Like, how long had she been sitting there just watching me sleep? My clock said 4:31am. I reached over and turned on the lamp on my nightstand. I immediately noticed several irregularities at once. Most unusually, she was naked. She had gone to bed with pajamas. What happened? Also, her eyes were wild and sunken at the same time, and her hair was disheveled more than usual; even more than bedhead would cause. But most troubling, there were little red marks all over her chest. "Mikey, help me." she said with tears gathering in the corners of her eyes and threatening to run down her cheeks. She sniffled. Thinking she was hurt and taking my role as her protective older brother seriously, I sat up a little bit to assess the situation. Maybe it was her lack of clothes, but she looked so small and vulnerable kneeling there at the foot of my bed. From her eyes, I guessed she hadn't slept much, if at all. But other than the red marks, which appeared superficial, she didn't appear to be physically hurt. So, I asked her to tell me what was wrong. What did she need? She gave only a two-word response. "Dare Me" Dare Me - Chapter 9 - Lucy makes a Diamond (Part 2) Are you kidding me?! I almost went off on her. Was she really that worked up that she couldn't let me get a single night's sleep? I opened my mouth to berate her, but then I watched her somehow shrink even further into herself. She was clearly in distress. So, instead I took a deep breath then made her tell me what had happened. "I'm sorry!" she begged for leniency, "I tried really, really hard not to disturb you. It's just so hot in my room and I couldn't sleep. I tried everything - except..." She stopped talking, suddenly realizing her hands were tugging at her breasts again. I pieced the rest together on my own. Her diamond factory was running so hot that it kept her up tossing and turning all night. She had bravely won the fight against the urge to touch herself "down there" but in the process had sacrificed her clothes, and then her breasts to the effort. Playing with her little boobs all night, while pleasurable, was not enough to push her over the top and had probably just made things worse. When it became apparent to her that I wasn't going to wake up early again and give her the dare, she came to my room to beg. I did feel a little sorry for her, especially the part where she lost a whole night's sleep. I could relate to that. And I never meant for her to suffer. On the other hand, if I caved and gave her what she wanted now, I might never get a good night's sleep again. I told her I was sorry for her, but I could not give her a dare right then. She was going to have to wait. "How long?" she asked desperately, "at least tell me when. Please!" I pondered a moment then decided to throw her a bone, but she would have to pay for it. So, I guess that counts as selling her a bone. I said, "I'll tell you when, but only after you tell me what those are." I pointed, indicating the red streaks on her chest. She looked down and knew she was busted. "Now, admit that you do touch yourself and apologize for calling me a pervert." She blushed, then tried an admission of guilt "I, no!... I mean... I do. I guess, I do do it. Sorry." "Apology not accepted!" I snarled. "You have to say 'Mikey, you were right, and I was lying. I do masturbate and touch myself down there to make myself feel good and I'm sorry I called you a pervert'". She blushed even harder. But she must have been in really dire straits to demean herself in front of me. She took a deep breath and managed to parrot a close approximation of my words. "Mikey, I was lying. I do m-m-masturbate and touch myself all over, even d-down there. And it feels good. And I'm sorry I called you a pervert. And you were right. Sorry." She looked up at me in fright. I mused at the idea of making her prove it by giving me a demonstration, but I wasn’t that mean. I had scored my point. And she had earned her information. So, I said, "that's better, I accept your apology. Wednesday morning, before school." meaning that was when she would get the rest of her dare. Her face scrunched up as she tried to remember what today was. She calculated she would have to wait another 24 hours then heaved a sigh of relief and the stress lines on her face faded somewhat. The wait would be hard, but the timing uncertainty had been killing her. I took note of that in case I needed to use it in the future. I reminded myself that pressure and heat weren't the only components. Time, when wielded correctly, was equally as powerful a tool. Just then a light came on in the hallway and mom stepped into the doorway to my room. Oh shit! " Michael?" she said, clearly confused by the scene in front of her, "what's going on? Lucy, where are your clothes?!" I had to agree, it didn't look good. My heart started pounding as I stumbled to verbalize an excuse. I stuttered something incoherent while my mind went blank. Luckily, Lucy gave an innocuous answer. She innocently told mom how it was so hot in her room that she took off her pajamas. But it was still too hot, so she took her panties off too. She tossed and turned all night and thought she might have a fever. Knowing how much mom needed sleep, she came to me for help instead. Her disheveled appearance did help sell the idea that she might be getting sick. Her hair was everywhere, her eyes were bloodshot, and there were red streaks on her chest. Mom checked her forehead and said she did feel a little clammy. She sent Lucy back to bed and said she would bring her something from the medicine cabinet. Lucy left, but mom stayed behind to talk a minute. She must have had a sneaking suspicion that something else was up. It wasn’t normal behavior for a 12-year-old girl to be so comfortable to visit her older brother’s room without any clothes on and she wanted to make sure there was no foul play involved. I could tell I wasn’t quite off the hook yet. She started by saying how happy she was that Lucy trusted me enough to come to me with problems. But she didn’t like that Lucy had been naked. After all, she wasn't a little girl anymore. "Aw, mom," I said calmly, in as assuring a voice as I could summon, “all I saw was that she needed my help. I really do think she just got overheated, though. She was just in here for a minute but was already starting to feel better, and I was about to send her back to bed by the time you got up here. It didn’t’ bother me. It’s just little Lucy Goosey, you know? Don’t worry about it. The important thing is that she’s ok." Usually, mom did whatever I suggested. So, when I told her not to worry about it, that’s what she did. She thanked me for being so responsible and caring. Then, willing to turn the page from the uncomfortable topic, she turned to the morning. If Lucy didn't have a fever in the morning and was feeling ok, she suggested it would probably be fine for her to go to school. I concurred but offered to stay home with her if she was still sick, so mom wouldn't have to miss work. She looked relieved that someone else was stepping up to carry some of the parental load. with our co-parenting mini session completed, she said "goodnight" and left me to go back to sleep. The next morning Lucy was looking much better and wanted to go to school. I guess having a timeline for the rest of her dare had a comforting and calming effect on her. But that evening, her excitement level started to ramp up again as the time drew nearer. Fortunately, she was pretty wiped out after being up the entire previous night and didn't have trouble falling asleep at bedtime. I went to wake her up at 5:00am Wednesday morning, but she was already awake and sitting primly on the side of her bed. She looked well rested and happy to see me. Eager to get started, she said she had already warmed up and was sitting there in nothing but her running shoes. I had her follow me to the entryway, telling her to keep quiet to avoid waking mom up. Before I handed her the same apron she had stolen a few nights earlier, I stopped to look her over. I could see evidence everywhere of the fiery torrent buzzing beneath the surface. Her areolas were so wrinkled, and her nipples looked like, well, diamonds. There was already a sheen of moisture between her legs, likely the result of two days of pent-up arousal that she had not been allowed to dissipate. Despite the perky smile on her face, her hands were clenched. Satisfied that my plan was still working, I handed her the apron and told her to put it on. As before, I asked her the incredibly intimate question, "Lucy Jenkins, do you masturbate?" She flinched and I caught a brief hesitation, but she knew better than to lie about it this time. "Yes." I smiled knowingly then asked, "Are you good at it?" "Yes!" she answered, then blushed at how quickly and absolutely she had affirmed it. "Tell me,” I asked her, “in your opinion, who is the hottest teacher in your school?" I had already had a predicted answer. There weren’t many options to choose from since the entire school only had three male teachers. I suppose she might think of the P.E. teacher that everyone called "coach" as cute. And he was the organizer of run club, so she did spend more time around him than most kids. There was also Mr. Morrison the art teacher. She never had anything negative to say about him. But he was kind of a hippy and not exactly heartthrob material. That left her history teacher, Mr. Clark. She bit her lip and thought a while, though. It was a closer contest in her mind than I had expected. But in the end, she admitted "Mr. Clark". Like I said, I had already anticipated she would say that. I remembered from my own elementary school years that Mr. Clark's classroom had a big window overlooking the playground. And I had integrated that knowledge into my dare already, so I was happy she picked him. Now that I had gotten her to admit which teacher she had the biggest crush on, I laid out the dare. First, she had to return the apron she stole from that poor man on Monday by leaving it on his doorstep. Since that was all she had on, the rest of her dare would be performed completely naked. Next, she had to run to her school playground and jog around the track that encircled it. This would add to her humiliation, since it was the same track she ran on every day at run club. She would never be able to look at that track the same way after today. As a punishment for breaking the rules last time and using the apron to cover up, she would have to complete five penalty laps around the track before taking her first break. Then I told her how break time was going to work. Since she thought Mr. Clark was so hot, each break was going to happen in front of the window to his classroom. Her jaw dropped open as I described it. "At each break, I want you to go up to his classroom window and play with yourself while you count. You have to be all the way against the window, too. Like, both your nipples have to stay pressed up against the glass the whole time." I handed her a sharpie marker and explained, "If you can get yourself off in 10 second in front of Mr. Clark's window, your dare will be complete, and you can come home. If not, you have to stop touching yourself and go take another lap. But before you leave, you have to make one tally mark on the window and one right here." I pointed to the perfect spot on her abdomen, about halfway between her belly button and the top cleft of her glistening pussy. "Keep trying until you have 10 tally marks. You probably won't need all 10 chances since, like you said, you're so good at masturbating. But if for some reason you still haven’t done it by then, you have to wait until you get home to finish." I stopped talking, expecting to see her eyes to fluttering like before, but she just stared at me with her mouth agape. I think I broke my sister. Finally, she said "but....but..." I interrupted, "Yes, I know you have a cute butt. I'm sure Mr. Clark has noticed it too. He probably stares at it every day when you walk out of his classroom. You should use that. Try to pretend he's in his classroom watching you while you're in front of his window playing with yourself. Whatever you do, you should stop stammering and get to it. Because once the sun's up, there will be lots of kids heading to school and they're all going to be wondering why Lucy Jenkins is doing naked laps around the playground. Then they're going to want to know what you're doing over by Mr. Clark's window with your hand between your legs. That is, unless you hurry up and get going. Come on, it will be fun. I dare you!" That time her eyes did flutter, but she still wasn't moving. I saw she was going to need a kickstart to get her bare ass in gear. So, I opened the door and gave her a shove. Only then did she take off in a panicked sprint. It's a good thing she had stretched already. Otherwise, she would surely have gotten a muscle cramp. Once she was gone, I looked at the clock and reviewed the calculations I had made earlier. It was currently 5:20am. To run straight to the school should have taken her fifteen minutes. But she had to take a detour to return the apron. That would make it more like twenty. The running track completely encircled the playground, including all the equipment, the basketball court, three baseball infields that were used for little league practices and a small soccer field. All in all, I figured it to be a quarter mile long. Each lap should take her about 4 minutes, maybe less if she pushed herself. 15 total laps at four minutes apiece equaled an hour. Throw in the trips to and from Mr. Clark's window and the brief masturbation breaks and she would be pushing close to 7:00am before she was done. That is, unless she were somehow able to make a diamond in 10 seconds. I had lots of practice at that age, but even I didn't think I could get myself off in 10 seconds! Although, who knows? She looked so worked up before she left, she might make a diamond on her first try! I had over an hour to kill and I'm not you going to tell you what I did to pass the time. But I was more relaxed, dressed and had eaten breakfast when 7:15 rolled around. As usual, she was running late. I couldn’t begin to guess what had delayed her. All I knew, if that girl showed up in another apron, there would be hell to pay! Lucky for her, when she did finally appear, she was still naked. I met her at the front door, and she stumbled inside. She was completely out of breath and had clearly been running hard. Her legs were wobbly, like jelly, and I had to reach out to prevent her from collapsing in a heap. There was a sheen of sweat all over her body, but no more so than at the apex of her legs where drops were running down the insides of her thighs. On her abdomen were 10 black tick marks, shamefully indicating her ten failed orgasm attempts. Her eyes were glazed over, and she started mumbling "they saw me...they saw me" over and over between heaving breaths. Who was she talking about? Did some school employees catch her running naked around the track? Was it a group of kids on their way to school? Or it could be someone else entirely? I wanted to ask her right there to tell me but decided she better lie down first. It looked like everything had gone perfectly. Too bad I had forgotten to account for mom, who hadn’t left for work yet! I started to lead her to the stairs, thinking her bed was the best place to settle, when we ran into mom. For the second time in two days, I wracked my brain for a good reason why my sister was completely naked in my presence. Fortunately, I could easily play the fever card again. One touch anywhere on her body and it was obvious she was running hot. I even explained away the shoes she was wearing by saying she must be so delirious that she thought she was going to school. Mom wanted to stay home and take her to the doctor. But, as usual, she relented when I insisted I had it handled. I convinced her to go to work. Fortunately, she didn't notice the tick marks on Lucy's stomach, because I didn't have a good excuse for that. As mom left, I got Lucy upstairs and she collapsed onto her bed. I knew she didn't have a real fever, but I figured her muscles were probably sore from overexertion. After all, she had probably run at least 5 to 7 miles; most of it at full speed. So, I went downstairs to the medicine cabinet in mom's bedroom to get some Tylenol. I was not prepared for the sight that awaited me when I returned. I stepped through the doorway of her bedroom to see Lucy splayed out, face down on her bed. She was on top of her covers, and, from that angle, I could see down one side of her entire body, from head to foot. She was propped up by her bent knees with her shoes in the air. Her head was buried in her pillow causing her body to form a sort of a tripod. Her naked bottom was sticking straight up in the air and her right hand was buried firmly between her thighs, trying to fulfill some urgent need coming from her pussy. Her left hand alternated squeezing and pinching each of her little hanging boobs. She grunted lewdly into the pillow over and over, making animalistic sounds I didn't know a 12-year-old girl could make. Every few seconds, her whole body would jolt, like she was being zapped with electricity. Her masturbation style was quite different from my own, but I recognized it for what it was. It was so sexy, that I immediately sprung to full mast, despite having already taken care of things that morning. The primitive part of me begged my brain to stay there and watch. But I felt like an intruder, encroaching uninvited into the most intimate endeavor a young lady could undertake on her own. I watched her struggle and grunt a while longer, then reluctantly retreated from the room. About 45 minutes later, I went to check on her. I didn't hear any sounds coming from the room, so I thought it not impolite to intrude. She was curled into a tight ball up on top of her covers, snoozing. She was still naked but had kicked off her shoes. The room was filled with the most alluring aroma. All I could figure; it must have been a byproduct of her body’s earlier efforts. I went into her closet to get an extra sheet to lay over her. But she roused slightly before I could find one. She never opened her eyes but rolled over onto her back and stretched out her sore leg muscles with a sexy whimper. Then her hand moved back between her spread legs and her fingers split the little folds of her pussy. I finally found a sheet and, not wanting to interrupt, quietly left it folded on the bed beside her. I attempted to retreat and give her privacy, but before I could get to the door, her moans were already crescendoing. I wasn't two steps down the hall when I heard little Lucy produce another huge diamond. I left her be until around lunch time. I warmed up a can of soup and made grilled cheese and brought it to her along with some Gatorade. She was asleep again, but had pulled the sheet over her. She sat up as I entered, letting it fall to her waist. She was unconcerned that it exposed her bare breasts. She ate and drank eagerly, then I made her recount what had happened. She told me all about her jogging adventure, including every failed orgasm attempt against Mr. Clark's window. She had gotten so close, she said, but then the school lights automatically turned on at 6:30 and messed everything up. No longer staring at a black rectangle, she had to peer into the same fully lit classroom she attended every day and attempt to bring herself off in 10 seconds. It was just too humiliating for her. I looked down to her abdomen at the ten marks of failure and chuckled to myself. That's when I noticed, in surprise, that she had one hand inside her sheet and was rubbing herself again as she told the story. I watched in fascination as her nipples swelled fully erect with a few seconds. How many diamonds can a girl produce in one day?! The worst part, she said, was coming back. She had just completed her 15 laps and was exhausted. Her leg muscles, in particular, felt like they were going to seize up and her diaphragm was hurting from all the deep breathing necessary to keep oxygen flowing to her lungs. But she knew she had to hurry, and she desperately needed to get home for...other reasons. So, pushing her body beyond its limit and ignoring the complaints from her legs, she forced herself to climb the huge hill that separated the school from the greenway. She figured that would be the hardest part of the return trip. After that hill, the greenway would be all downhill until she reached our neighborhood. But as she crested the hill, she looked down upon a group of about a dozen kids on bicycles, all boys. "They saw me, Mikey! They all saw me!" she said, with terror in her eyes. The hand beneath her sheet started moving more forcefully. They were about halfway up the greenway, riding right toward the school, and toward her! She heard cries of alarm as they immediately noticed a naked girl cresting the top of the hill. Boys have an innate ability to notice a naked female, no matter where or how far away. "Hey look! There's a naked girl up there! She's naked! Come on!" The boys called out to each other, and the entire peloton started pedaling in earnest. The only thing that saved her from getting caught by them was the fact that they were only fourth graders and were having to ride uphill toward her. She turned away from the crest and started running the opposite direction from the boys. But that was just taking her back toward the school, not where she needed to be heading. The sun was up by now. Running away was pointless. Only cover could save her. So, she veered left and made for the fence line. The boys crested the hill just in time to see their naked quarry scrambling up the outside of a privacy fence. I knew exactly where that fence line was and tried to guess if I would have been able to identify a specific naked girl from that distance. I would have recognized Lucy’s body in an instant. But I had seen it naked so many times by now, I had an unfair advantage. Her long blonde ponytail was a distinct feature. I gave it 50-50 odds the boys had recognized her. Lucy didn’t want to think about it. As soon as she landed, she turned and saw a little girl looking at her and smiling. The girl was inside her house sitting at the breakfast table. But she was facing a sliding glass door which gave a perfect view of their backyard. She was young, probably in preschool, and was clearly amused to see another naked girl standing outside. Lucy was more concerned about the girl's two older brothers who were also sitting at the table. Even from behind, she recognized one as a boy from her class. The boys were facing away, but the little girl opened her mouth to say something and pointed right at Lucy. Lucy was not about to wait around and get caught naked in the backyard of a classmate. She immediately forced her overworked legs to start pumping again and disappeared around the side of the house, hoping her nude body had been nothing more than a delicious pink and blonde blur when the boys turned around to look. She heard the glass door sliding open and someone calling out, but she was already climbing over the next fence and just escaped. Sitting in her bed, Lucy started to squirm as she recounted the story. She had spent the entire trip back ducking behind hedges, parked cars, trashcans, and dodging the seeming constant flow of children, most of whom she recognized, on their way to school. They were all fully dressed, of course. She was the only one without any clothes forced to scrounge for ways to conceal her secret nudity. She would cautiously peek around corners and wait, then force her aching, protesting body into another sprint across open ground if the coast was clear. All the while, she had to resist attending to the constant throbbing need between her legs. When she reached our neighborhood, she gave up hiding and just ran. She decided, if she was going to be seen, at least it was senior citizens and not her own classmates. By the time she finished the story, her face was flush, and it was obvious she needed to make another diamond. When I told her it was a dare well done, she smiled proudly, but then her mouth sagged open, and her eyes squeezed shut accompanied by cute little pants. The hand beneath her sheet was making bigger, more exaggerated motions, now. So, I excused myself and retreated to the stairs where I sat to eat my grilled cheese. Sure enough, a couple minutes later, the now familiar sound of yet another large diamond came echoing down the hallway. In total, I'm not sure how many diamonds Lucy made that day. But it was enough to make a dragon envious. I guess it was enough to satiate her, too, because she didn't wake me up that night, or the next. It was nice to be able to relax, but I also knew it would not last forever. One day, she would be back. At least now I had some tools at my disposal. It always felt good to be properly equipped.

Doctor Turners Behavior Modification Program by superevil7 Description A 15 year old sophomore boy comes up with a plan that has his sister and many other girls from his school going naked for him and his friends, with a prescription of Doctor Turner's behavior modification program. Inspired by Getting Boys Naked by Aldric and posted with permission. Chapter 1 If there’s one thing you should know about me, it’s that I love naked girls. I would keep every girl naked if I could. Even my own sister and mother. Hell, I did it to my own sister, and I plan to keep doing it for as long as possible, to my sister, and to any other girl I can get my hands on. You may think I'm mean, or that I’m evil. That I even deserve to be locked away behind bars forever. Or maybe you’re like me? Maybe you think the thought of stripping girls of their clothes is the best thing in the world! This story is dedicated to my friend Paula, without whom none of this would have been possible. It’s also for my friend Jimmy, who loves naked girls just as much as I do. Sometimes more even. For my girlfriend, who usually has an even more devious plan than me. And for anyone else reading this: Who the hell are you? How did you get access to this? Well the names have been changed to protect everyone, so don't try to find me. Also forgive any typos or misspelled words. I'm typing this out as fast as I can. My name is Sam, short for Samuel, and I came up with this plan of getting girls naked for me and my 2 best friends Ryan and Jimmy. We had all just entered high school and the 10th grade. Ryan was skipped ahead a couple grades, so only 13. I was 15 and Jimmy 14, with Jimmy’s birthday being in 2 weeks. I would end up giving my best friend the best birthday gift a teenage boy could want, a naked teenage girl to play with! Jimmy and I had recently found out we both shared an interest in embarrassed nude females. We would share pictures, websites, and even stories with each other. Anything we could find on the topic. While Ryan didn't really get off on that sort of thing, he never seemed to interrupt us when we would talk about it. It was another boring Saturday in my small town. Not that we would be invited to many places, all of us were pretty geeky, with Ryan being the biggest geek of all of us. My friends were over for the night, and we were playing video games and surfing the web, just hanging out, when Ryan called us over to see something on his laptop. "Guys uh... check this out!" "Oh my god! Is that..?" "Holy shit! That’s Beth isn't it!?" I interrupted Jimmy. On the screen was a picture of a girl from school, flashing her breasts. "How.. Where did you get this?" "I was accessing my brother's text messages and found this on there. I guess he likes younger girls." Ryan's brother Jerry was a senior. "Is there any more?" I asked him, elated at actually seeing a girl in my class topless. Her boobs were small but perky with nice quarter sized brown nipples that looked to be hard. She had this cute half smile on her face, but you could tell she was embarrassed about taking the picture. Jerry must have worked hard to convince her to take this picture for him. "Will you send that to me?" I asked. "Alright, but Sam, you better not let anyone see this. I mean my brother will know I spy on his messages and stuff. And I, well, he'll kill me if he finds out." "Why do you spy on his messages anyway?" Jimmy asked. "I've found out about a lot of shit my parents don't feel like I should know about. Like how my mom and dad were getting divorced, things parents try to hide from the younger kids but tell the older ones." It had taken a while for Ryan to get over his parents divorce, so I changed the subject back to Beth. "Guys, come on, this is great! We've seen Beth Keller's tits! Man what I wouldn't give to see some other girls in our class topless. No, completely naked! Man..." "Who would you want to see?" Jimmy asked me, with a sly look on his face. I blushed a little, but they knew who I liked. "Oh that's easy. Mrs. Reid of course!" At that we all burst out laughing. Mrs. Reid was our English teacher and looked to be in her 90s. Ok, maybe 60s, but she was definitely not the kind of girl or woman I wanted to see naked. "No, you guys know. Amanda Evans." "What about Amanda Evans?" Great, my delinquent sister, Stephanie, had just gotten home. I hope she didn't hear that whole conversation. She was slurring her words, obviously drunk again. "Bittle Brother, little lo. bro, Sam... you've got no chance man. Get over her and get over yourself. You are a geek, the biggest geek I know, besides Bryan." "It's Ryan." Ryan corrected her, not annoyed, but more out of habit. "Whatever, BRYAN! No, no chance in hell, Sam! She is a volleyball jock and you're just a geeky little pipsqueak. GIVE! IT! UP!" My sister, everyone. Annoying, blonde, and totally full of herself. I try to love her, but she’s been pretty hard to get along with the last year. At least ever since she became 16 and a cheerleader. Drunk again, and supposed to be home by 11 pm, it was now 3 am. "Come on Steph, do you want to wake up mom? You're going to be grounded again if you don't keep it down." "Too late, Sam! Steph, come upstairs right now!" Right on queue, there was my mom. Damn, I tried to warn her, but what else could I do? Stephanie stumbled her way upstairs, and after some muffled yelling for a few minutes and a couple slammed doors, things seemed to calm down. I was just about to say we should head to bed before any of this anger came down upon us, but my mom passed through the hallway to the kitchen and seemed pretty upset. Much more than usual. I decided to follow her and see what’s up. "Hey mom, are you ok?" "Oh Sam. What am I going to do with her? I take away her car privileges, phone, TV, internet. I even tried to get her off the cheer squad, and it seems like nothing I do helps. I just don't know anymore. She's doing drugs you know. Not just drinking. It's like the harder I push, the more it makes her pull away. I don't..." She started crying so I did the only thing I could do and gave her a big hug. I hate it when she cries. "Mom, it's going to be ok. Damn cheerleaders!" I said under my breath, but she must have heard. "No, she started all this after your dad left. He always knew how to handle her. Anyway, I shouldn't be dumping this on you. You boys should get to bed. 3 am is long enough for a slumber party." "Sleep over mom, come on!" She chuckled at that. She always called it a slumber party, probably on purpose just to annoy me. The next day my mom woke us guys up around noon, saying we slept enough and it was time for brunch. "Now Sam. You know today I start my long week, so I’m going to have to leave you in charge. Not that she will listen to you, but Stephanie is grounded, for at least 2 weeks. Probably longer. Just tell me what she does wrong. Don't try to stop her... I mean unless she's going to hurt herself. UGH! Just look out for yourself, ok?" "Yeah mom, you can count on me." My mom is a nurse. She makes good money, but it has her working long hours, and her boss always threatens to take away her shifts if she isn't able to keep up with the schedule. My sister was her usual self and completely ignored being grounded, hanging out with whatever she called friends and ignored both me and mom. Nothing else really happened until Tuesday when Ryan, Jimmy and I were talking on our encrypted chat that Ryan had hooked us up with. Jimmy sent a picture of an older woman, probably in her 40’s, completely naked and on her knees. Me: Huh, not bad for an older lady. Jimmy: do you recognize the background? Ryan: that's your living room isn't it? Who is the nude lady? Jimmy: you know my older cousin Gary. He has some dirt on his professor or something, and then he made her get naked and suck him off. he was over here house sitting and she came over and he made her go naked and stuff. I guess he didn't realize I was home until it was too late and I took that picture. she got pretty upset at him and he made me promise not to say anything. I told him ok if i can have her come over and entertain my friends. so what do you think? she will be here tomorrow if you can come over. Gary was Jimmy's 19 year old cousin. He had been pretty friendly with us before going off to college even though he was 5 years older than us. Ryan: Wow. She may be old, but count me in. Me: oh yeah. You know I'll be there. Jimmy: ok, i got to get off now. see you tomorrow guys ;) Jimmy popped up a private message and sent me a link. Jimmy: Hey buddy. Found this chapter of a story you may like. Don't read the rest of it though unless you want to hear about naked boys (ew!) I ended up reading the whole story anyway. It was about a sister and her 2 friends who got her brother and a bunch of other boys naked as a punishment to get the unruly boys under control. They used a shock collar to control the boys. The last chapter, the one Jimmy had sent me, was about the boys getting the girls naked in exchange for not getting the girls in trouble. I ended up reading the whole story, just so I could get context of the happy ending of the naked girls at the end. And while reading the story, it planted a seed in my head. Could I really do that? Nah. What parent would leave their daughter naked with a guy? I jerked off to that picture of Beth while thinking about doing that to her, and some other girls in my class. I spent all day at school debating with myself whether something like that could really be done. On the one hand, I could get in huge trouble. But on the other hand... naked girls! Not just pictures or videos on my computer, but real live naked girls! Maybe we could use this professor to pretend to be a psychologist or something. I had to try. Maybe in exchange for keeping her clothes on, she would go along with my plan. After school we all walked to Jimmy's house. "So when is she supposed to be there?" I asked. "Well Gary is getting her about 4 I think. Plenty of time to finish your homework, huh Ryan?" Jimmy elbowed him in the arm. "Actually guys, I've been thinking. I have a plan, but I need you guys to both promise me you won't chicken out or let anyone know." I said low, so no one else on the road would hear. Not that there was anyone around, but you never know. "What is that Sam?" Ryan asked. I think he knew I was talking about something that could get us in big trouble, because he looked pretty nervous. Or maybe it was because we were on our way to Jimmy's house to see a nude woman. "Come on. I'll tell you when we get inside. We need Gary's help too." Inside, we all sat down in Jimmys living room and Jimmy let Gary know we were home and ready to meet his professor. "So Gary, what do you have on this woman that she would get naked in front of 3 teenage boys?" "Well it's a long story Sam, but just know she will do anything to keep it secret." "That's awesome! Say, do you think we could use her for a plan I have?" "Hey, she agreed to get naked today for you guys. I think that's enough." "Well what if we had another use for her? Just hear me out, ok? So I read this story last night and it gave me an idea, and all day I’ve been thinking and planning out this idea to every last detail." "Would this be the story Jimmy sent you last night?" Ryan asked. "You can see that? Man!" Jimmy looked pretty worried. Ryan was the one who had set up the server to let us chat in privacy, so he probably had access to everything. "Hey, it's ok," I said. "It's better that he has read the story, and Ryan’s never given away any of our secrets. Right? Anyway, Gary, we need your professor to act as a psychologist for our plan to work." I spent most of the afternoon explaining my plan and convincing them to go along with it. I think Jimmy was on board right away, but Ryan and Gary were going to take more convincing. "Well who are you going to use this on? There needs to be examples of success for the parents to go along with this, and how are you going to get that?" Gary said, still skeptical of my plan. "The obvious choice is my sister." All of them gasped at my comment. "Yeah I know, but you haven't seen her since she joined the cheerleaders, Gary. She is out of control, drugs and drinking. Hell, I don't know. Maybe this will scare her straight?” "But your sister, man, you really want us to see her naked?" Jimmy said, kind of blushing. I'm pretty sure Jimmy has a crush on my sister. One of the reasons I brought her up. "I know, I mean I love her, but she kind of brought it on herself, don't you think? Like if anyone deserves it..." “Well if you do something like this, you better make sure me and my cousin never get in trouble. Understand?” Looks like I've got Gary on my side. “Yeah, don't worry. If this goes south I'll take the blame.” I reassured them. At 4, Gary left to get the professor, and we kept talking about the plan. "So the next logical girl to get would be Beth. We have that topless picture we can use against her. I think if we just have her go naked in front of my mom as an example, then my mom would see it really works. Then she can recommend this to another girl’s mom and so on." I continued explaining. "But how do we get Beth's parents to go along with it?" asked Ryan. "Well Beth will be the plant, you know. She won't really be in the program. We just blackmail her to get her naked and to go along with us. First we need better naked pictures of her. Ryan, you can make it untraceable right? If we send her an email with her picture demanding more compromising photos?" "Nothing is ever 100%, but yeah, I can do it." He answered. "Good, then we need you to set up that and I'll send you the email I want you to send her. Hopefully in a couple of days we will be seeing Beth fully naked! In person!" All of us were getting kind of giddy at this point. “Next we're going to need a website setup to show the parents, explaining the program, examples of success, and anything else we should tell them. Charts, testimony from ‘graduates’, stuff like that. Maybe even include some example photos, censored of course, but with naked girls who ‘took the course’.” “I can do that too.” Ryan was on board now. I bet it didn't hurt that I said Beth would be involved. “One more thing we need is the shock collars.” “Shock collars?” I guess Ryan didn't read the story. “Yeah, in that story they use shock collars to control the boys, and later the girls to make them do what they want. We need to really test this shit out though. Make sure it's safe and not breakable.” After about a half hour Gary got back bringing his professor that we learned was named Paula Turner. "Nice to meet you Paula. Now before you get naked for us, we have a proposition for you." "What? Gary you said this was a one time thing!" She looked ready to leave, so I quickly said "Look, it's nothing like that. We just need you to play a part in a scheme to convince some parents to let us see their daughters naked." "What!? Who the hell will go along with that?" "Let me explain the whole plan to you." So I spent the next hour telling Paula everything. "You guys really have this all planned out, huh? I mean, I do whatever Gary tells me, so..." She looked over at Gary, probably wondering if he was really going to join this crazy scheme. "Hey, his sister’s a hotty. If I get to see her naked, then I'm in. Plus I don't really see how I could be implicated in any of this. Sam came up with the plan, and you, Paula, will be the pretend Doctor with the remedy to ‘fix’ Stephanie. And you would never talk. Cause, you know." "Yeah, I know. And I am a doctor, by the way. Just not in the way you boys are talking about." "Now wasn't there supposed to be a naked woman here this afternoon?" asked Jimmy. "Oh yeah. I almost forgot. Paula, get naked for the boys here." So Paula spent a couple hours naked for us. We asked her questions and had her pose for us in different ways. It turned out she was 42 and had a son of her own. I even joked about letting her son come see some naked girls. "I don't know. He's only 13. I don't think he would be ready for something like that." "Well Ryan here is only 13, and you’re naked in front of him." She just blushed at that and shook her head. Before she left, Ryan set her up on our private chat server so I could easily contact her with any information about the plan. When I got home, I went online and searched for just the right dog collar to use. I also found some small length stainless steel chains that could look like a necklace and replace the collar material. Finally I found some small padlocks to lock the collar around a girl's neck and keep it in place. With the chain, the collar should be adjustable and not easily broken off. I chose the zap collar made for a dog the size of a chihuahua, so the actual mechanism was only a little bigger than a wrist watch. The next day after school, I invited the guys over to help me put together the ‘necklaces’ as I had decided to call them. Thank god for next day shipping because my package was waiting for us in the doorway when we got to my home. I decided to order enough for 4 necklaces and we went to my room to get to work. “Hmm, these are pretty nice. Says the battery can last a full year if not used, and enough for a full 24 hours of shocking at the highest setting.” Jimmy said, looking over the box. Ryan had unscrewed one to look at the mechanism inside “Hey Sam. I think I can double the voltage on the output if we replace these resistors here. It would work exponentially, so the first level would be the same, but level 2 would double and so on.” Did I ever say Ryan was a genius? “Would that drain the batteries quicker?” I asked him. “Only a little. We would just be upping the voltage. The amperage would stay the same. Should last almost as long, and wouldn’t affect the first level at all.” We continued working until after noon when my sister showed up. Luckily we were able to hide the necklaces before she saw them, but she decided to be her annoying self. “Aww, look at the geeks working on their science fair projects.” The soldering iron and other parts were still visible. “Steph, go away! We're busy.” “Aww, what's the matter? Trying to make yourselfs robot girlfriends?” “Where have you been anyway? You're supposed to be grounded, remember?” “Just cheerleading practice. Duh!” “Until 8 at night? I know cheerleader practice lasts until 4. 4:30 tops.” “Whatever!” and with that she stormed off to her room. Probably to get high or something. That night I worked on getting the email that would be sent to Beth just right. My plan was to have it sent on the same day we got my sister naked. The email was basic blackmail to get her to send more pictures, promising to leave her alone if she did, using the topless photo as collateral. Then as she sent more and more graphic pictures, she would dig herself deeper and deeper, until we had enough to blackmail her in person. I had left out the part about Beth to Paula and Gary until I was sure we could trust Beth not to blow up the whole plan. I also got a chat message from Paula with some updates to the website. She had edited and expanded upon the language I had used to explain the process, making it sound more official. Me: so is your secret that you are into ENF? Paula: I didn't really think that was a secret. I mean i got naked in front of 3 teenage boys probably against my better judgment. No, that's not the secret Gary knows. Me: wow your the only girl I know into the same thing I am. That's so cool! Paula: Well I’m a 40 year old woman remember, not a schoolmate of yours. I like getting naked in front of younger men like Gary, but not many young guys really want to see this old mom naked anymore. I guess that’s why i’m going along with this, you know live vicariously through your sister and other girls. Me: Well if you do a good job i'll let you get naked in front of me again Paula: We’ll see Sam. We'll talk tomorrow. I've got class at 9. Goodnight Me: goodnight On Friday evening, my mom got up to get ready for work. I had made her some breakfast that evening so she could relax before the weekend rush at the ER. When she left and kissed me goodbye, I figured I would have the house to myself, but boy was I wrong. My mom came back in, screaming, asking where Steph was. "I don't know, mom. I haven't seen her since before school." "Oh this is it! I'm going to kill her, Sam! I'm going to do it! Son of a... DAMNIT!." "What? What happened?" "She took the car! I've got to be at work by 6, and she took the damn car!" Oh god Steph. How can you be this dumb? We only owned one car, so my mom was stuck. "Maybe Ryan's mom can give you a ride." "No, I'm calling my boss. I don't think I can leave my home when it’s in such... SHIT! Yeah, I'll hold..." My mom never calls off work. Like never. I went up to my room and called Gary and Paula. "It’s time." Me: hey Ryan, it's time Ryan: Got it. I let Gary and Paula into our house and let them sit on the couch while I went to check on my mom. "Hey mom, uh... I don't want to disturb you, but I've been talking to someone about the situation here and they say they may have a solution to our problem." "Who have you been talking to?" She eye balled me, still upset about Steph and the car. "Well she is Gary’s, you know Jimmy's cousin, she is Gary's psychology professor. She is Dr. Paula Turner, a psychiatrist. We met a couple weeks back when we went to visit the campus and she seemed nice, and I kind of let it slip about how Steph’s been acting, and well we've been talking online since then. I don't know what kind of solution she has, but I don't think it would hurt to hear her out. She and Gary are downstairs." My mom looked annoyed with me. "Sam... I wish you wouldn't… Ugh, alright. I'll be down in a minute." When my mom came down, she had changed out of her scrubs into more normal clothes. "Hi, I'm Natalie Adams." my mom said. "Hi, I’m Dr. Paula Turner. Could we talk in private somewhere? Just the two of us? I think it's best if you hear how my behavior modification program works before anyone else knows.” Man, that was the longest hour of my life. "You think she's buying it?" Gary whispered to me. I could only shrug my shoulders in response. I felt like if I said anything it would jinx it. I'll tell you right now I was sure I was going to be found out. My mom would disown me for even having such perverted thoughts, let alone trying a plan like this. I was worried that I had made a huge mistake, and almost warned Ryan to back off of Beth just so we all were not killed. But in the end I figured I could warn him later. Even if he got the pictures from her, he wouldn't go through the next part of the plan without me, and she would just think we kept our end of the bargain, not contacting her. "Sam! Would you come in here for a minute!?" Welp, I'm a dead man. "Look, Sam, sit down. Dr. Turner has given me a very interesting and detailed explanation of her experimental program, how it works and what is expected by the person in the program and those around her. In order to get tonight off work, I had to double up my work week, so I'm still going to be working 12 hour shifts all next week. The good part is next week is off school for you guys so this will work out logistically. The bad news is you're really going to have to step up when it comes to being responsible." Oh my god! She bought it! It's working! "That means, well, you're going to be in charge of your sister, but this time she should actually listen to you, when Dr. Turner’s program is put in place. You see, Steph will... I don't think I can say it to him. Dr. Turner. Please?" "Oh yes, not a problem. You see Sam, your sister’s behavior must be corrected, but this is not a punishment. From my particular studies and experiments I've found males and females respond quite differently in behavior modification solutions. And what particularly works well on females is time spent in the nude.” I interrupted her "Did you say nude?" "Yes. I know. She is your sister, and it may seem a bit strange at first, but in order to change her behavior, one of the first steps is to remove her clothing in front of those she has wronged. And for your sister, you and your mother are the majorly wronged parties if I've been told everything truthfully by both of you." "So how does that work? She isn't just going to go along with it." I asked, trying to look innocent. "We have a device. A behavior modification necklace. It works by sending a slightly painful jolt of electricity to the subject in order to encourage her to comply with any command we should give her." Now to really sell my innocence. "I mean, that sounds really weird. To me at least, but, you're ok with this mom?" She looked up at the ceiling contemplating her decision "Yes. I don't know what else to do with her. It seems crazy, but if it works, I'm in. I've looked over her website and Dr. Turner seems to really know what she is doing. Like I said, I just need you to really become the man of the house, at least for this week. You're going to spend all day with her everyday until next Sunday, mostly alone. Either I'll be at work or here sleeping, so I wont be able to check in on you too much. Can I count on you?" "Mom, you know I'd do anything for you and Stephanie. Dr. Turner, I'm 100% in too. Let's help my sister!” Paula spent a while 'explaining' my role, and showing me the website, all for my mom's benefit. It got to be pretty late and my sister still hadn’t gotten back. At 11 my mom sent Gary and Paula home, saying there would be plenty of time tomorrow. She got a hold of my sister finally, some time later that night, and dragged her home. I was going to invite my friends over originally, but with the whole plan coming into effect we can have a sleep over any night this week. And what a week it will be! My mom came and woke me up at 9 the next morning. "Come on, Dr. Turner will be here in a little bit. Get up and get dressed and meet us in the living room." Just as I got down there, Gary and Paula were coming in the door. "Ok. Is everyone ready for this?" Paula asked. "Well we got home late around 2. At least the car is in one piece. If I hadn't met you yesterday Dr. Turner I don't know if she would be. I'm pretty sure she is going to be hungover so I dont think running will be an option for her." "So, she's a heavy sleeper?" "Trust me, a bomb could go off and she wouldn't stir at all." "Well then you should lock the necklace around her neck while she is still asleep. That would make things easier." "Good, then Sam I want you to take her down for breakfast while we load her clothes into Gary's car." "Her clothes?" I asked. I don't remember this being a part of the plan. "Yeah Dr. Turner said it would be best if she didn't have any access to clothes for the first week of her treatment. We will also have to keep our doors locked so she doesn't try to take ours." Naughty Paula. Leaving my sister with no clothes at all. "Now if she fights, and I expect she will, Mrs. Adams will use the remote to administer some encouragement to her to follow our instructions." Man, this woman is really good at this wordplay. Shock her until she strips naked, in other words. We all made our way up to my sister's room, my mom leading the way. Once in the room my mom quickly locked the necklace around my sister's neck, and once she was sure it was secure, started to shake her to wake her up. "Wha.. what..?" "Come on, wake up!" my mom said forcefully. "We need to talk to you about what is going to happen because of your stupid actions." "Mom? Who are these people? I'm not dressed. What's going on?" My sister replied, still groggy from the previous night. "You have pushed me beyond all anger. I don't know what to do with you, but this woman, Dr. Turner has a solution." My mom pointed towards Paula to explain the behavior modification program. "My name is Dr. Paula Turner and I'm a professor and psychiatrist with expertise in female behavior modification and body positivity. Your mother has made the decision to enroll you into my program in order to break you of the bad behavior you have been exhibiting over the last number of months. As a part of this program you are to remove your clothes for at least the next week. So please get up and remove all of your clothing." Oh man, here it comes, my very first naked girl! Sure I saw Paula naked, but she was willing, so I didn't really count it as part of this. "But mom? That’s insane. I’m not going to take my clothes off!" My sister said, getting pretty angry. "I will not ask again, please remove all of your clothes now!" Paula said in a stern way only a mother could. "Fuck off bitch!" My sister got up and in her face. "Mrs. Adams, as we spoke about." Paula calmly replied. "AHHH! What the fuck was that!? What's this thing on my neck!?" "That is your behavior modification necklace. It is insurance that you comply with the orders needed for you to modify your behavior. Now undress." "You put a shock collar on me! OWW! Ok! I'm going! Just don't shock me again!" It's actually working! My sister was only wearing her night shirt and panties, so in just a few seconds her medium sized breasts were bare to all in the room. They had nice pointy nipples on the end with a dark pink color. I would find out they were size 32C. I turned and gave Gary a little smile out of my mom’s line of sight and he smiled and nodded his head back. Next were her panties. She stuck her hands in on each side and gave a hopeful look towards my mom. My mom just made a gesture for her to continue and remove her panties. Steph gave a little moan and pulled them down and stepped out of them. Her mound was shaved bare with a nice slit that parted just slightly to let you see the inner lips of her pussy inside. "Do they have to be here!?" She pointed to me and Gary. I looked at her face for the first time and she looked mortified to be naked in front of me. I don't think I can really convey the feelings I was having right then. I was elated! The power to strip her naked was so intoxicating! She looked so embarrassed looking at me and Gary. Her eyes caught mine for a second, and I could see the shudder flow over her body as she realized she was completely nude in front of her own little brother. "Absolutely. The nudity is meant as an admission of your wrongdoing and penance to the people you have hurt. Over time you will get used to it and learn how to love your own body. For your penance to be sincere you should be exposed to those people you have wronged, but should not interrupt their routine." "That means for the next week while I'm gone at work your brother is in charge, and really in charge I mean. He will have this control and I encourage him to use it liberally! Understood!?" My mom explained. "I… But what about if I need to go somewhere?" She looked at the ground, not wanting to see us looking at her naked body. "Where will you need to go? It's midterm break. You and your brother are off school this whole week. You are grounded, and will not be going anywhere. Unless you really want to go somewhere naked?" "No ma'am." "Ma'am, huh? Well that's certainly a start. Now you will go make breakfast for yourself and then sit with us in the living room. Sam, watch her for me." And she handed me the necklace controller. I followed her down into the kitchen and sat at the table watching her move back and forth as she got the cereal and milk. She sat down and poured a bowl, but right before she took a bite she asked me "Do you really need to stare at me like that?" "Like what?" "Like a hungry wolf that's never had meat before." “Well this is the first time I've seen a girl naked." "Oh I forgot my little brother was such a geek. Never seen a naked girl! I'm your sister!" "I'm a geek! I'm not the one who’s naked, or wearing a shock collar like a dog! And you haven't acted like my sister for at least a year! So just deal with it! I've got the controller, so you have to do exactly what I say, remember!" Her words really pissed me off. I thought I’d be nice to her today. Let her ease into this, but maybe drastic measures were really needed. Soon I would have her all to myself when mom went to work. Then I could make her do whatever I want. For now I was going to show just a little of my power. I got up and walked to the other side of the table that she was on. I sat down in the chair next to her and grabbed the legs of the chair and spun her towards me. She let out a little yelp. I then forced her legs open and held them like that looking first at her open pussy then up at her face, giving her a big smile. "Stay like that until you're done eating". I commanded her. "Fine perv." She answered, but left her legs just as I had put them. I took the time to study her bare pussy while she finished her bowl of cereal. She then got up and got a glass of juice. When she came to sit back down she sat normally, until I looked at her face and patted my pocket where the remote was. She gave a sigh then turned and faced me again and opened her legs back up. When she was finished, we went to the living room where my mom, Paula, and Gary were waiting. "So any problems Sam?" my mom asked. "Oh nothing really. Just had to remind her I was in charge once, but she followed all my commands after." "Good. Stephanie. I mean it. Your brother is completely in charge. He says jump, you say how high? It will be good for you to follow some orders for a change. Sam, come back into the kitchen for a minute with me please." "So I need you to be mature here, Sam. I know this might be exciting for you, having a naked girl around." "Mom! She's my sister!?" "Well, just know you can look all you want, and can make her jump or dance or whatever. Just you, you keep your clothes on. Part of this system is a requirement that males stay dressed. I don't want this to become, well, who knows what? I’d stay home if I could, you know. Just for today even, but if I don’t go they will cut my hours and I can't afford that. I'm trusting you with all my heart, Sam. Please don't break it." Wow, really laying it on thick there mom. "Mom, you can count on me. I think this is already working for Steph. Maybe she can get dressed in a couple of days and we can all forget about this?" I hugged my mom, hoping to make everything better for her. When we went back into the living room, Gary was gone and Paula was sitting on a chair acting as Steph's psychiatrist with Steph lying on the couch. Her legs were parted facing the entrance to the kitchen and she quickly snapped them shut seeing us enter. "Gary is waiting in the car to bring me back home now. I hope everything works out for this family. Steph seems like a good kid, just needs a kick in the ass." All of us giggled at that, even Steph gave a nervous laugh. "Alright, thank you Dr. Turner. I think we can see an improvement in her attitude already." My mom said. "Oh, don't let her fool you. She is in a very vulnerable situation right now where her brain is in complete defense mode. We can’t truly judge her behavior until we remove her necklace. For now we need to break her walls down. We will check back in after 1 week." "Ok, goodbye Dr. Turner. Thank you." "Goodbye Mrs. Adams, Sam, Stephanie.'' She gave Steph a little grin and left. My mom then had Stephanie make lunch for us, just sandwiches, and we all sat in the living room to eat. I purposely took a spot on the couch next to my sister so I didn’t have to face her. I didn't want to be so eagerly staring at my sister's naked body with my mom there. "Well I need to get ready for work. You two behave. Steph. Behave!" My mom said to us, getting up from the couch. "Ok mom." I said. "Alright, yeah mom." Steph answered. Chapter 2 After an hour monitoring my sister while she watched tv, my mom finally left for work. At last I had her all to myself. "So Stephanie." I sang her name out. "Yeah?" She was starting to get that cute nervous look again. "I think we should start with exactly what mom said. So how high can you jump?" "Uhh, you want me to jump?" "Yeah, jump up and down in front of the TV there." She got up and stood in front of the TV, then jumped in the air once. "Keep going." "Oh come on, Sam!? I'm still hung over!" I just patted my pocket again. She rolled her eyes but turned around and started jumping up and down. Her nice ass jiggled up and down as she jumped and I couldn't wait to watch her boobs do the same. But first, I pulled out my phone and started recording. I let her ass jiggle for a few moments and then told her to turn and face me. She slowly turned to face me, still jumping with her arms at her side until she saw my phone out recording her. She quickly tried covering up with her arms, but my camera had captured enough. "Hey! What the hell!? Sam! That’s it! I'm getting dressed!" Then she ran upstairs to her room, and I just calmly followed her. "What the hell! Where are my clothes!?" "Mom figured you may try to get dressed so your clothes have been taken by Gary until you need them." It felt good to let her know she was trapped for the week naked. "Now you don't need a reminder of who is in charge, do you?" I said while patting my pocket. "There are stronger levels of shock, just so you're aware." "Fine pervert film me all you want. Just wait until mom hears about it." "Oh, I don't think you will tell her." "Why wouldn't I tell her?" "Well... I can make sure your classmates all see you naked. I've got one video already, full frontal. HD. You look like you're having a lot of fun jumping up and down naked for whoever is recording that. Now let's make some more videos, just for insurance. Start jumping up and down again facing me this time." "You wouldn't really do that to me would you?" "You keep challenging my authority over you and see what happens. Now let's make some videos!" I had her jumping up and down full frontal on video for at least 2 minutes. "Ok stop. Hands behind your back." Then I made a new video starting by focusing on her face full frame, then moving down to each boob letting the camera linger, and then down to her slightly parted legs with her full slit on display. Then I stepped back a couple steps and panned the camera up her body again to her face. As I reached her face she gave a sheepish grin as I stopped the video. "Oh, that was cute Steph. Really cute. I'm sure all the boys in your class would love to see this video." "Please don't show that to anyone." "Then you wont challenge me anymore?" "No, I’ll do whatever you say. Please Sam." I gave her a little smile and said "Good girl. Ok, time for some jumping jacks." I recorded her doing some jumping jacks and then had her run in place. The running in place made her tits bounce really nicely. "Ok enough running and jumping. Take a rest for a minute. Then we can do something else." She flopped face up on the bed and I got to study her privates again. "Don't you ever get tired of looking at me?" "I'm not sure. It's only been a few hours. I'm sure you'll know when I get tired." Next I had her put on a song with a nice beat and had her start dancing. For a bit it looked like she was actually starting to get into it until I pulled my camera back out and started filming again. I didn't care though, this was the best day of my life, at the time at least, and I wanted to remember it forever. So we played all evening. Or I did at least. My naked sister jumping and dancing and posing for at least a hundred pictures and 8 videos. Only for me though. Even if she told on me, I wouldn't hurt her like that by releasing the videos. But what she doesn’t know I can use against her. It was starting to get late and neither of us had eaten in a while so I decided to order us some pizza. We went and sat in the living room again, her watching tv, me watching her. Finally the pizza arrived and it was time for some more fun. “Hey Steph, the pizza is here. Think you could get that?” She looked at me like I had grown a second head. “What? No way Sam. I'll get in big trouble if I answer the door naked. You do it please?” “Come on Steph, you must realize by now you're going to do what I want. Why keep fighting me?” I pulled out the remote again and showed it to her, placing my thumb on the button. “God! Fine! You're such a little shit.” She opened the door, hiding behind it trying to shield her body from the delivery person. I walked over behind Steph a few feet to get a better vantage point. “Hi. I have a delivery for Sam Adams. That will be $13.94” The pizza delivery girl said to us. Oh man! It was that really hot delivery girl! Truth is THIS was the girl I really had a crush on. She had dark brown, almost black hair, right now in a ponytail under a ball cap with the pizza places logo on the front. She was wearing her uniform, a black polo shirt and jeans which hugged her figure nicely, I thought. But I didn't even know her name, let alone have the courage to really talk to her. Well normally. Today was different because of Steph's new predicament, and the confidence I had gained because of it. “Oh hi, Stephanie. Didn't realize it would be you.” She looked at Steph quisicaly for standing in such a weird way. “Oh you know my sister? Why don't you come in while I get the money.” Steph looked back towards me with a shocked and angry expression on her face. The girl came in and let out a gasp. “Oh, I uh, didn't mean to intrude.” Her shocked expression slowly changed to a little smile. “Oh no worries, Steph is undergoing therapy and needs to stay naked for a while.” “Hey! You don't need to tell her that!” Steph was starting to freak out. “Wow, for how long?” “Well the first phase is for a week, then we will see. It's a behavioral modification technique to help fix her behavior.” “Huh, that's so interesting. I'll tell you, from what I've seen, all the cheerleaders could use something like that. They are so mean to everyone in my class.” “Oh? Are you in Stephanie’s class?” She couldn't take her eyes off my sister. “Oh yeah, I'm Megan. Stephanie and I have math class together. I just deliver pizzas part time after school to save money for college.” She stuck out her hand for me to shake. “Cool, well I will be right back with the money, Megan.” Before I came back down I listened in to hear what Megan was saying to my sister. “So, interesting that of all people you would end up naked like this. I wonder what Luke or the other guys would think knowing you’re here showing off like this to your little brother. Oh this is too funny.” She giggled. “Please Megan? This is embarrassing enough. Please don't bring up Luke.” Luke must be a mutual classmate of theirs. Megan giggled again. “I don't think you really can do anything about this can you? Like if I invited Luke over here tomorrow, would he get to see you naked? Could I invite anyone over to see you?” My sister just made a kind of a sob sound. “Oh relax. I'm not going to tell anyone. Well I mean, maybe... I could be persuaded not to tell anyone.” “Oh please! Please don't tell anyone! I'll do whatever you want!” Megan just kept taunting my naked sister. "Wow! look at how hard your nipples are. And what's this wetness down here?" Megan giggled again. "Please don't touch me." My sister said so low I almost couldn't hear. "You're, like, totally turned on by this. Being naked in front of your brother, and me." "Shut up." Was all Stephanie could say. I figured I had let Megan tease my sister enough, and came back down to give her the money. “Well here's the money, you can keep the change. It was nice to meet you Megan.” I gave her a big smile, but she still didn’t take her eyes from my sister. “Oh it was very nice meeting you too Sam. I'll be seeing you around Stephanie.” “Bye, Megan. Hope to see a lot more of you sometime. Say goodbye Steph.” “Yeah. Bye Megan.” My sister just looked at the ground, avoiding eye contact with her classmate. “I can't believe this! How could you let someone from school see me like this?” Steph was mad once Megan had left. “Come on. Let's go eat.” I just said to her calmly, carrying the pizza over to the kitchen table. “No! You said no one from school would see me like this if I went along with your stupid commands!” “I said no such thing. I said if you didn't follow my commands they would see the videos I made. I can't help it if someone actually sees you naked in real life.” “That's not fair! You could have just answered the door and I could have hid in my room or something.” “Sure. but then you wouldn't be getting the full effect of the program now would you? Besides, it sounds like you owe her for the way you treat her at school.” Steph just pouted, eating her slice of pizza. I decided to give her the little kid treatment if she was going to act like one. After we finished eating I decided it was her bedtime. "Steph, time for you to get ready for bed. Let's get you in the bath." "Bath? I haven't taken a bath since I was 10." "Well, I can't really give you a shower. I'd get all wet." We both headed up to the bathroom and I started up the bath while she brushed her teeth. I didn't put in any bubble bath or soap because I wanted to be able to see her body. I offered her my hand as she stepped in and sat down. "Ok, let's start with your hair and then we can focus on getting that body clean." "Wait, what about the necklace? Don't short it out on me." "Oh don't worry about that. Dr. Turner said they were 100% water proof. Though they can hurt a bit more when the girl is wet. So you better be a good girl in here." I took a small cup we kept in the bathroom and leaned her head back and poured water over her head to get her hair wet. Then I started massaging the shampoo into her head and hair. "That actually feels nice. Thanks Sam." "You're welcome Steph. This whole thing is to help you fix your behavior, not punish you. Alright stand up and lets get that bod clean." "Could you not call it a bod please?" "Alright, let's get that hot bod clean." She clicked her tongue and shook her head while standing up. This was the climax of the day. I don't know if she really expected me to do it or not, but I started getting body wash on her wash cloth and sudsing it up. "You know I can do that." She said with a little hope in her voice. "Yeah, but you get to do it all the time. This is my turn to do it." She just sighed and slumped her shoulders as I reached over and had her turn around to face the wall. I then started washing her back with the cloth. I heard my sister let out a different kind of sigh and knew at some level she was enjoying this as much as I was. I made my way down her back slowly making sure to get every spot I could, hoping to build up the anticipation in her. Finally I reached her butt, only to skip it and start on the bottom of her legs. I heard a little groan of frustration from her and knew my plan was working. Finally I finished her legs and all that was left of her back side was her cute butt. My hands were soapy enough from holding the wash cloth so I set it aside as I slowly soaped her ass up. "Steph please widen your stance and lean forward a little." I told her. I bet she would think I would go right for her beautiful pussy just then, but I knew the longer I made her wait, the more she would want it. It was a really lovely view though. "Ok Steph, time to wash your front." She turned around, with the biggest blush on her cheeks and even some on her chest from the arousal I was giving her. Here, I started with her legs again going as close to her pussy as possible without touching it. Then I switched to her belly. She tried to hold in a moan, but it squeaked out. “Tickles.” She told me. Having my sister like this in the palm of my hand was so awesome. Next I went to her arms and shoulders. After that, there was nothing left but the good stuff. I started massaging those pretty tits with both my hands. This was the first boobs I ever touched and I wanted to savor every minute of it. Sister be damned, she was a beautiful naked girl tonight! Finally, with nothing else left to soap up, I put down the wash cloth again and went to work. I knew from stories I'd read that girls needed a good build up to be ready and I hoped Steph was ready. I touched it hesitant at first just feeling the outside with my finger tips. Then I let my index finger slide in between the two outer lips and she made a sucking in sound. "You ok?" I asked her. "Yeah. Keep touching the top part there." I felt the little bump near the top of the slit, her clitoris, I knew from pictures and stories and health class. I started rubbing up and down on it, quick as I would myself. "No, slow down! Too sensitive!" she told me. I slowed down to a pace she liked and she couldn't hold it in any more. She started moaning and grunting right in front of me. She looked amazing, and I was the one doing all this to her. Finally she gave out one hard long moan and pushed my hand away "Enough! No more! Please Sam!" I helped her sit down in the bathtub and rinsed her off. “So who’s the geek now?” I asked her pretty smugly. She just looked down, embarrassed again, and didn't answer. Then I got the pleasure of feeling her up one more time while drying her off. I took her into her room and tucked her into bed. "Good night Stephanie. Sweet dreams." "Um.." She looked like she wanted to say something important “Good night Sam.” Was all she said. I kissed her forehead and shut off the light. I then went into my room, shut and locked the door, and loaded up my hidden encrypted drive, loaded all the videos and pictures of Steph off my phone, and scrubbed the phone memory so there was no evidence of what I had of her. Now you may ask how a 15 year old boy stayed soft while giving a naked girl a bath like that? Well, I would have the same question. I had the hardest boner of my life! I guess it didn't show much in my sweatpants or Steph just didn't notice or want to say anything, but I think I've been hard since before we all went into her room this morning. Finally, I jerked it to one of the videos of Steph before going to sleep.

Dating My Sister byMountainDewMan© It didn't start out intentional, hell it didn't even start out as sexual; but then it never does. I was in my senior year of high school and I needed a date for prom. No I'm not a nerd, or fat and ugly. While I get decent grades, I also play soccer and basketball; I guess that makes me your normal average guy; except for one thing; I'm not wild about girls. No I'm not gay; not that I have anything against guys who are; I am just not into girls...at least ones my own age. I'm not into the drama and the giggling; I'm not into the hair and the shoes; and God help me I HATE the gossip; which basically takes ninety percent of the girls my age out of the picture. I like porn, let's be honest I jerk off practically every day. And while there are some really hot girls in my class, I've tried dating and with all the giggling and fawning sometimes it make me want to puke. I hadn't even planned on going to prom; but the "this isn't an option Dawson" from my dad cut that idea off. He still thinks I'm gay and I can't convince him otherwise; which meant I had to find a date or he was going to flip out. It was Saturday morning and I was in the driveway shooting hoops with Raylene my sister; when it hit me like a load of bricks. Oh my God, Raylene is a girl. Now, you have to understand my sister is a bit different; which is why we've always gotten along great. She got to college on a basketball scholarship and she ran track in high school. She's fit, trim; and will beat the shit out of a guy in a heartbeat. "What's with the shit eating grin?" Raylene looked at me. "You're a girl" I said dumbly. "No shit Dawson, what gave you the first clue; the tits?" Raylene barked out a laugh. "No, I mean you're a GIRL" I smiled. "Whoa, whoa, whoa" Raylene held up her hands. "You can skip that idea" she gave a scowl. First of all Raylene knew about my rounds with Dad over the prom, hell she had heard them enough around the house. Second, my sister is both very smart, and not bad looking. At twenty Raylene has that natural look that honestly a lot of women would kill for. She stands five nine and weighs in at maybe a hundred and twenty pounds. She's got that lithe athletes body with toned legs and muscular arms; that taut belly and a natural tan from spending years outside. Add to it a not so bad set of 34C's she keeps bound up in sports bras; even for a sister she's kind of cute. "Come on, I'll throw in fifty bucks" I said quickly. "First...fifty isn't near enough to date my sicko brother" she snatched the basketball from my hands. "Second, we live in the same house; I can see dad's face when I march down the stairs as your fucking date" she snorted. "What if I make it a hundred" I added back quickly. "And I actually have an idea about how to get around the house thing" I told her. "Look Ray" I said quickly before she could open her mouth. "You know what this about...you've been there" I threw in my biggest shot. Raylene did know; two years ago when she was a senior she had gone through the same thing with dad. I was about the only one who knew that her prom "date" was actually a member of her basketball team she had paid a hundred dollars to fake being her date. She had pulled the same thing I was suggesting. "Bite it" she growled. "Look Dawson he won't buy it, he'll know it was me." She sighed. "I figure you spend how many nights over at Mel's" I shot back. Melanie was Raylene's long time friend; and I actually suspected she might be a lover for Ray; but it was none of my business. I just knew that at least once a month Raylene spent an overnight at her friends. "Let me get this straight, you want me to go spend the night at Mel's; and be your prom date?" She stared at me. "It could work" I insisted. "We go to the prom, word gets back to dad I actually had a girl for a date, and he gets off my back" I argued. "While I admit I pulled it off" Raylene shook her head. "It won't work for you" she said. "Why not, you said it worked for you" I was desperate. "Because girls get asked out all the time by guys." She tossed me the ball. "Guys date first Dawson; they don't just show up with a random girl." She pointed out. "Fuck" I tried to think of an answer. While I generally disagreed with her; in a lot of ways she was right. Dad would want to know who the girl was, how I had found her. He might not buy I was actually dating if I just went to the prom and then didn't date again. "How about..." I was thinking fast. "I take you out for pizza, then we go for a movie; and then prom." I suggested. Raylene looked at me for a moment, and then slowly walked up closer. She stood almost nose to nose with me; so close I could smell her sweat. "You do know you're asking your sister out on a date" she stared at me with fire in her eyes. "No" I said calmly. "I'm asking my best friend out on a date" I said. The fire in her eyes dimmed and she stared at me. "Dawson..." she said slowly, and then sighed. "I'll need to talk to Mel, if I'm staying there she is in on this; got it" she said quietly. "Understood" I said quickly as I realized she was agreeing. "Just tell her she gets a couple extra carpet classes" I said smartly. A bit too smartly as Raylene's slender hand came straight up and wrapped around my throat. The fire flared in her eyes as she looked at me. "You ever say that again, I'll rip your nuts off" she hissed. "Besides" she smirked as she let go of my throat. "She tastes fucking awesome." I just shuddered at her remark as she dropped the ball on the driveway and headed for the house. Halfway across the lawn she turned at looked at me. "We do this the right way Dawson" she told me. "You ask proper, I'll decide; and YOU pay got it." I just nodded happily. Once again problem solved, I figured. As I picked up the discarded basketball I wanted to hop around the driveway with joy, I had solved my prom problem. What I didn't know was I was about to create an even bigger problem I had no idea how to get out of. A week later, after checking my finances from my part-time job; I knocked softly on Raylene's bedroom door. "Come in" I heard from the other side. I stepped in and looked around. I was actually shocked when for the first time I saw her room with fresh eyes. There was teddy bear sitting on her properly made bed; the smell of perfume in the room; and just a hint of pink that showed a hidden female lived here. "Hey" I asked softly. "Yeah" Raylene looked up from her text book she was studying from. "I was wondering..." shuffled my feet. "Uhhh, if you are free Saturday...maybe we could go grab a pizza at Delmonico's" I looked up at her. Raylene sat on her bed and looked at me for a moment. "I'd like that" she said softly. "Cool" I started to turn and leave. "How is say six?" I asked quickly. "I can't at six" Raylene shook her head. For some strange reason I felt my heart sink at her words. "How about eight?" she said back. God help me I actually felt a surge of happiness at her sudden agreement. "Eight works great" I said quickly. "I'll pick you up then." I told her. I can't explain why, but I was actually thrilled I was having a date; and having it with Raylene for some reason made it even better. It wasn't some girl I had to pretend with; she knew who I was. For once I could be myself. But, I thought I was thrilled, Dad was on cloud nine. He actually spent time going through date etiquette with me; and when he was done handed me a condom. I wanted to groan with frustration. The day before our date, I actually went out and got a haircut. For some reason it was important to me to be presentable. I showered that evening, and carefully picked out a pair of jeans and a button shirt. I pulled up in front of Mel's place at ten before eight. I was nervous as hell; I'd never been on a real date; and my hand shook as I rang the bell. "Hey Dawson" Mel smiled when she opened the door. "Come on in." I stepped inside the doorway and waited. "Raylene your date is here" Mel called out. "Remember this is my girl you're taking out" she turned and looked at me. "Hands to yourself big boy" she smiled. "Uhhh, I promise" I said softly. "Relax Dawson" she smiled. "You look pretty good dude" I opened my mouth to thank her; when footsteps came from the hall, and then Raylene rounded the corner. I froze in my movement and could only stare at her. I mean I knew she was a female; shit she was my sister; but holy shit. Long dark hair flowed out around her shoulders, highlighting her face and those big brown eyes. She seemed to move with a fluid grace as she walked towards us. She was wearing an angora sweater that hugged her body; those 34C's jutting straight out at me. She had on a pair of form fitting jeans that hugged her hips and muscular thighs like a second skin. "Jesus" I whispered. "Pretty nice package eh" Melanie chuckled at my soft outburst. "No shit" I whispered softly as I stared at Raylene. "You can put your tongue back in" Raylene looked at me as she picked up her purse. I shook myself, trying to regain control. I opened the front door and held it for her. "Have her back by eleven" Mel called out as we walked down the driveway. I own a fairly beat up ten year old Ford truck. Most people hate trucks; that night I found another reason to love mine. I held open the passenger door and helped Raylene climb into the passenger seat. The view of that tight ass encased in those jeans; sent a surge south of the belt line like I had never felt before. Down boy, I screamed silently to myself as I rounded the truck and climbed in. The drive to Delmonico's was quiet; but when we started to both laugh at dad giving me the condom; things finally started to open up. I have to admit; for someone who didn't date; the next two and a half hours were some of the best I could ever recall. For the first time I could open up to someone who actually cared; and she listened. I heard her talk about her school studies and basketball; listening to her frustrations and victories; and for once I was actually interested. The next two and a half hours flew by as we ate pizza and drank beer together. The fact I was underage didn't seem to matter to Raylene; she ordered the beers and we shared a glass together. We sat in a dim far booth away from the crowds and just talked; it felt so natural. When Raylene glanced at her watch, I knew it was time. With a heavy sigh I asked the waitress for the tab. I slipped cash for the bill and a tip inside the folder while Raylene sat and watched; a small smile on her face. "You know I've never had a guy buy me dinner" she said softly as we settled in for the drive back to Mel's. "Then I consider myself very lucky" I said quietly. "You mean that don't you" her voice came in the dark cab. "Very much, it's been one of the best nights of my life" I answered honestly. "I have to admit...mine too" I felt her slender fingers twine in mine as my hand rested on my thigh. "Thanks Dawson" she said in a soft voice. "No, I should be thanking you" I gently squeezed her hand. I pulled into Mel's driveway and got out, coming around to the passenger side. I opened the door and held out a hand. Instead Ray slid out and down into my arms; her back against the seat. We were hidden beside the truck with the open door blocking the house side. "You know he's going to ask you if you kissed your date good night" she said in a quiet voice. "I can't lie" I shook my head. "You wouldn't be, if you did it" her voice came softly to my ears. "Raylene..." I felt my throat tighten. "Be a man Dawson" she murmured softly. We were standing in that tight space, so close I could smell the strawberry in her shampoo; and yet with only a dim porch light casting a shadow; only her large brown eyes shone as she watched me. Something inside me, maybe it was the smell of her hair or the touch of her hand. I moved without thinking and closed the final inches as my lips found hers in the dark. "Mmmmmmmm" I felt the tremor of her lips as she moaned softly. This was no sibling kiss; this was a dates' kiss. It was soft and yearning; with a hidden hunger in the background. By the time we pulled apart I could hear her labored breathing and I fought to catch my own breath. "Sorry" I mumbled. "Dawson, do me a favor" Raylene's voice filled the darkness. "Do that again" she said softly. I didn't even think about it, I just responded. I pulled her into my arms, wrapped them around her. Her firm breasts pressed against my chest as my lips found hers a second time. This time, my tongue slid into her mouth; to duel with hers. I felt her hands slide up my back as she held tightly; her throat thrumming as she moaned into our kiss again. By the time we separated again; we were both gasping for breath. "This is dangerous" she whispered softly. "It feels so right" I countered. Without a word Raylene slipped around me and walked to the front door of the house. She stopped and looked back at me as she held the door knob. "I hope you pick a good movie" she said back to me, and then disappeared into the house. As I drove home, seven inches of steel hardness between my legs; Raylene stood inside Mel's house leaning against the front door. "And...how did it go?" Mel asked. "He was the perfect gentleman" Raylene said softly. "And I'm soaking wet" she looked up at her friend with fear in her eyes. Dawson knew he only had a few more weeks before prom, so the time crunch made me him push a bit faster than he wanted. He informed his parents he had another date the following Saturday. His father had given him the scowl when he said he had not bedded the 'girl' on their first date. "Get with it boy" his father had scowled. But when he told them it was a movie date, his father applauded. "Perfect" he told Dawson. "The old hand can land anywhere in the dark and who is to blame." Dawson felt his stomach flip. After the ending of their first date; the kiss he and Raylene had shared was far beyond anything a brother and sister should. Could he really make a pass at her in the dark theater? How would she react? Those thoughts never totally went away; even when he pulled into Mel's driveway the following Saturday. The last week he and Raylene had hardly seen each other; she was finishing her exams and he was trying to get every extra he could in at his job. He hadn't even heard her leave the house earlier in the day, and he had wanted to see how she would dress. As he stood inside the entryway waiting, Mel just watched him. He could feel butterflies in his stomach, he shook himself inside; this is your sister for God's sake; he thought. He turned at the sound of steps and when Ray walked around the corner, he couldn't stop the surge of blood that filled his cock even if had wanted to. Her hair was done up in softer curls and lay splayed out on her shoulders. This time she wore a touch of make-up and her lips were glistening a light pink. She wore a light blue button blouse and the first two buttons were undone, giving just the hint of cleavage from her breasts. The material was thin enough Dawson could just barely make out the hint of her bra through the fabric. She was wearing a mid thigh leather skirt that hugged her hips and flowed with the curve of her ass like a black velvet second skin. Dawson trailed his eyes from her firm supple thighs down her tanned legs to the sky blue painted toe nails in open heels. "Holy fucking God" he whispered softly. Raylene turned and looked at him, hearing the soft murmur. "You're beautiful" Dawson choked out. "Thank you" Raylene gave a shy smile as she walked past him to the front door. As she passed by him her voice barely above a whisper, hit Dawson like a load of bricks. "And you're hard" she said calmly. Helping her climb into the truck again, he couldn't tear his eyes from her. Raylene looked down at him with a glint in her eyes. "Is it that bad" she asked. "No, it's that good" Dawson admitted. They rode in silence in the growing dark until Dawson could barely discern her tanned thighs next to him, but the image was burned into his brain from his continuous peeks when Raylene shifted in her seat or crossed her legs. Picking the movie had been one of the easiest things Dawson had done. He and his sister had almost the same likes and dislikes; so picking the new Marvel show The Black Panther had been a no brainer. He pulled into the theatre parking lot and found a spot. As he turned off the engine, Raylene reached out and gripped his hand in the dim light of the parking lot. "We've always been honest with each other" she said softly. "Yes" Dawson said slowly, not sure where this was going. "Are you hard...right now?" he heard her ask in a small voice. "Yes" Dawson couldn't deny it, and she was right they had always been honest together. "Why?" Raylene asked as she turned and looked at him. "Don't ask" he choked out. "It's wrong." "Is it because of me?" her voice sent a tremble through him. "Yes" he could barely speak the word. "It may be wrong, but it still feels good to hear" she gave his hand a gentle squeeze before she released him. Dawson walked around the truck and opened the door. He extended his hand but this time Raylene turned to full face him, and as she prepared to slide out of the seat; her thighs parted. Dawson couldn't help himself, it was like a magnet pulling his eyes; and he glimpsed the color of purple lace between her firm thighs just as she started to slide towards him. For the first hour of the movie Dawson was in pure hell. He barely saw much of the show as every time Raylene crossed her firm muscular thighs; his eyes were drawn to her legs. When he glanced up his heart rate nearly doubled. Didn't she only have two buttons open? He thought. Now three fasteners were free and the top half of her breasts were clearly in view in the flickering light of the screen. He had hoped that the distraction of the movie would help his raging hard cock subside; instead it was the opposite. He lost track of how many times her fingers gripped his arm; and even once she reached out and gripped his thigh only inches below his groin. The constant contact and the sight of her exposed flesh; kept a steady flow of blood pumping into his engorged cock. Finally, Dawson couldn't stand the tension and suspense. The words of his father rang in his ear; you could always blame it on the dark, he thought. He reached out and took a drink of his soda; replacing it in the holder, instead of resting his hand on the armrest, he let his hand drift to the side and let it come to rest on the smooth skin of Raylene's thigh. For a brief second he felt her tense under his touch; and then she relaxed. He had expected her to yell at him; but her face stayed locked to the screen. He was more shocked when she made no attempt to stop him as his hand slowly drifted over her thigh. Her skin was warm and soft under his fingers; and Dawson marveled at how smooth her legs were. He began to explore the length and width of all that bare skin; each inch sending more blood into his already painful hard cock. When his hand bumped the edge of her skirt, Raylene reached down and gripped his wrist. Oh God she's going to yell at me, Dawson thought. Instead he was shocked by her soft words. "What color are they?" Raylene asked in a soft whisper; her eyes never leaving the screen. Dawson knew then she had seen him peeking when she got out of the truck. His immediate reaction was to deny; to claim ignorance. But it was the thought they had always been close that changed his mind. "Purple...lace" he whispered back. Dawson was further shocked when she slowly released his wrist, but did not move his hand away. Instead she lifted her hand and rested it on her arm rest at her side. When he didn't move his hand for a moment, in rabid fear, Raylene gently parted her thighs, inviting him in. Sliding higher Dawson found the edge of her now drenched panties; amazed at how much moisture clung to her thighs and seeped through the cloth. God, she's a fucking swamp he realized. He slid his middle finger up the crease of her thin panties until her found the hard bud of her clit, pressing lightly on it. "Unngggggghhhhhhhhhhhh" Raylene gave out a low guttural moan. Dawson continued to tease and pleasure that hard bud, watching as Raylene shook and trembled from his touch. Her breasts rose and fell as her breathing became even more labored. Finally, she turned and looked at him, a fire glinting in her eyes. "If you don't put it inside me right now; I swear to God I'll scream" her voice low and husky. Dawson knew what they were doing was wrong. It was not only culturally illegal, it was morally wrong; and if his parents ever found out he would be disowned and out on his ear. It didn't matter at that moment, as he saw the sheer pleasure on Raylene's face. Extending his middle finger, he watched her face as he slid between her soaked lips and into her steaming depth. Her knuckles turned white as she gripped the arms of her chair; her mouth opened in a silent moan and her eyes fluttered. Without moving his arm, Dawson gently pumped his fingers in and out, moving slowly to hide the sloshing her could barely hear between her thighs. Raylene turned and looked at him, surprise on her face as her body began to tremble. When she spoke he was shocked by her words. "No man has ever...touched me...like this..." she gasped softly. "Are you and Mel...?" He asked; worried he was invading. "She's the only one who ever made me orgasm...until now" Raylene moaned. Dawson could only watch as his sister convulsed beside him. He could feel warm juices flowing over his hand as she sat beside him and shook through her silent orgasm. People sat around them not more than ten feet away and Raylene all but vibrated as she bit her lip to keep from screaming out. As the trembling slowly subsided she reached down and gripped his wrist, slowly pulling his finger free. She stared at the fluids that clung to his finger is amazement. "God that was intense" she whispered with a smile. Dawson wasn't sure what was going to happen; it's not every day you sit in a dark movie theater and finger your sister to a mind numbing orgasm. But Raylene quietly rearranged her clothing and seating; reached out and twined her fingers in his and they sat and watched the remainder of the movie. Through the movie and the quiet drive back to Mel's place; one thought kept invading Dawson's mind. After they had pulled into the driveway he turned to his sister. "Listen, if I invaded on you in anyway..." he started to say. "You didn't" Raylene turned to face him. "I mean...you mentioned you and Mel; and I didn't want to..." Dawson tried to explain. "Look" Raylene reached out and rested one hand on his thigh. "Mel and I have explored, I'm not going to lie" she smiled. "But she is as much into guys as she is girls" Raylene chuckled. "Oh; I thought maybe you two were...you know" Dawson looked over at her. "Lover's?" she asked. "Look Dawson Mel's bi-sexual; and me...well I wasn't sure." She sighed. "Wasn't sure about what?" Dawson asked. "I thought maybe I might be gay" Dawson felt her other hand slide onto his lap as he stared into her eyes. "I'm not; I just never met a guy I wanted to do that with...until now." Dawson shuddered as he felt her fingers deftly unsnap his jeans and begin to draw his zipper down. "Ray...you don't have to..." he tried to protest. "I know I don't have to" she dipped her hand through the opening of his boxers. "I want to" her hand wrapped around his thickening cock. "I've never done this before" she husked. "So help me" Dawson just sat and watched as Raylene's head lowered between his stomach and the steering wheel. He couldn't see through the mass of dark hair; and with only the dim porch light there wasn't much too see; but God could he feel. Wet warm surrounded the head of his cock; and he felt her lips slide down his length. "Oh Goddddddd" Dawson moaned. He reached out with both hands and gripped the steering wheel; as he felt his sisters hot mouth slide down his cock. He looked around in fear, God if anyone saw what was happening it could get back to their folks. "Oh shit...Ray" he moaned as her mouth began to move up and down. The sound of her sucking filled the cab as she devoured his throbbing dick. Dawson could feel his balls tightening; God if this was her first blowjob he couldn't imagine what she could do with experience. He moved one hand down and curled his fingers in her dark hair. Glancing over, he was shocked to see Mel standing at the door to the house watching them; there was no way she could miss the bobbing mass of hair in his lap. Mel held a thumb up and slipped back into the house and Dawson knew then there was only one way this was going to end. "Oh fuck...Ray...that's so fucking good." He gasped. Dawson felt her mouth come free and her muffled words from his lap. "Am I doing that good?" Jesus how she could even question it, he thought. "Keep it up and I'll cum" he warned her. "Good" was her one word reply and then that heat wrapped around him again. "Oh shit...don't stop...oh fuck Ray..." Dawson babbled as his nuts tightened until they ached. "Oh my Goddddddddddddddddd" he moaned as his body jerked; and the first blast of hot cream pumped into her mouth. He heard her softly gag on the first blast; followed by the sound of her swallowing as he fired off a second and third blast. "Mmmmmmmmmmmm" Raylene murmured as he unloaded his balls into her eager mouth. Dawson's brain spun with sheer pleasure as his sister drank his hot seed. It was the hardest he could ever remember cumming; and while part of it was the forbidden aspect of her being his sister; part of it was also that this woman connected with him in ways no woman had before. By the time Raylene lifted her mouth from his softening cock; she had managed to suck out what felt like was every drop of cum his balls had held. He just stared in wonder as she rose back to sitting, a small dribble of white goo trickling from the corner of her mouth. "Holy shit" Dawson breathed out slowly. Raylene reached up and used the tip of her finger to swipe at the small glob, popping it into her mouth. She smiled at Dawson. "Now that was hot" she murmured. Dawson couldn't even move as Raylene opened her door and slid from the truck. He tucked his limp cock back into his jeans as he watched her walk to the door. This was simply going too far, he realized. He needed to rethink this arrangement, but for tonight he just wanted to remember the hottest blowjob of his life. As she heard the truck pull out of the driveway, Mel watched as Raylene came through the door. She could see the glow on her friends face; and she knew. "Did you swallow?" she asked in a sultry voice. Raylene walked up to her friend, and pressed her lips to hers. Their tongues intertwined and Mel could taste the semen on her friends' mouth. As their lips separated, she stared at her friend. "You know where this is going?" Mel asked. "Yes" Raylene nodded. Mel looked at her friend closely. This time there was no fear like the first time. Now there was a quiet determination in Raylene's eyes. For the next three days, Dawson thought and pondered over where things were going with Raylene. It was a route he had never intended; and one that both troubled and excited him. She made him feel in ways he had never felt before; but the nagging thought this was his sister kept bubbling to the surface. Finally, just when he thought he had worked up the nerve to talk to her; Raylene floored him once again. Coming home from working second shift, everyone in the house was sleeping and Dawson quietly picked his way through the darkness to his room. Closing the door he flipped on the light and then he stepped to his desk to drop his keys. Sitting on his desk was the hundred dollars he had given Raylene for being his prom date. It was resting on a note that he could tell was her flourish. His heart sank as he picked up the hundred, and then the note. She was calling it off, he thought. Like him, the reality of what they were doing, the harsh truth; was simply too much he thought. While his heart ached, he knew she was right. Then he looked down at the note. 'I want to do this because I choose too, not because you paid me.' As Raylene's words sank in Dawson wasn't sure whether he was scared of what was happening, or thrilled that it simply was happening. For the first time, he was connecting with someone of the opposite sex and the thought of losing that made his stomach lurch. No, he couldn't call it off now; not when it was clear she wanted this as much as he did. For the next week his father kept going on and on about the upcoming prom and Dawson's date. Every time he bragged about 'his boy' bagging some hot high school girl; Raylene would just stare at him and then shake her head. It was so bad his father gave him money for a tuxedo, and bought him a fresh box of condoms; which he flaunted at the dinner table making Dawson blush crimson as Raylene looked on. That night he found the box of condoms sitting on his desk opened and now empty; all of them were removed and gone. The note with them was in Raylene's flourish again as he read. 'You won't need these so I got rid of them.' She had written. Of course I won't need them, she's my sister you ass; he thought. At least Raylene seemed to finally understand the gravity of the road they were traveling. That was until he stood in Mel's house waiting for her; and she came down the stairs this time. His first sight was red painted toes in a pair of strapped high heels. As she descended his eyes traveled up her calves and lower legs, to the expanse of firm tanned thighs. The hem of her rose dress ended just above mid thigh; low enough to be proper; but high enough to create the threat if she bent or moved wrong, so much hidden would be revealed. By two more steps he didn't know which way to look, that firm ass that the skirt flowed over; or the taut belly clearly visible through the rose lace of her top. It was so sheer Dawson could see the glint of silver from her belly button piercing. But it was when she hit the landing that Dawson stopped breathing. The rose lace continued up and over the curve of her breasts; the sheerness highlighting the globes of flesh they barely hid; the dress had just enough thickness at the right two spots to hide the caps of breasts, taking the nipples from his view. There was no bra; there couldn't be, he realized. The top was tied in a single bow at her neck; and the back, well there wasn't one. Bare tanned skin ran the full length down to just barely above the crack of her ass, mute confirmation she wasn't wearing a bra; and either she had no panties on or was wearing a thong. "You can breathe now" Mel's amused voice sounded in his ear. "Oh my God" Dawson let out with his held breathe. Raylene looked at him in surprise. "You're beautiful" he said more softly. Raylene held onto the stair rail and lifted one leg to adjust a strap on her heel; Dawson barely held in the moan when the movement revealed the control top of her nylons. Real nylons, he thought not pantyhose but real fucking nylons. "Thank you" Raylene gave a demure smile. "Shall we?" she asked softly. All through the drive Dawson couldn't tear his eyes from her; he was still in shock at how stunning this tomboy sister he had never noticed was. It didn't help that the obvious tent in his slacks showed his approval. Raylene said nothing as he kept stealing glances; she just sat quietly with her hands in her lap. As they entered the dance hall that had been rented, Dawson felt like he was on cloud nine; there was no doubt the most beautiful girl here tonight, was on his arm. He had purposely given them an extra half hour so that people would already be present, and their entry would hopefully not be noticed by some; unfortunately he was wrong. "Yo Dawbag!" rang out behind them; and Dawson felt Raylene stiffen in his arm. "Hey Ricky" Dawson sighed. "How much did it cost you to hire this beauty" the boy behind them laughed. Before Dawson could retort Raylene spun on her high heels and faced the young man. One eye brow arched as she gazed at the well dressed classmate. "Who is this?" her voice dripped acid as she looked at him. "This is Ricky." Dawson said. "Ricky this is my date Ray." "Ray" the boy scoffed; "What girl goes by the name Ray." "It's Raylene to you little man" her voice hissed. Her hand shot out and nails dug into the crotch of his slacks. "Only Dawson calls me Ray; say it again and I'll rip this little dick off and shove it down your throat" she growled. Rickey's eyes went wide when nails dug through the cloth of his slacks, sending a lance of pain through his groin. Raylene stepped closer and lowered her voice so only Ricky and Dawson could hear. "He's got twice the cock you have little man; and I should know I've sucked it dry" she hissed. "I think it's time we danced" Raylene released her grip and turned to Dawson. "Shall we?" "Holy fuck" Dawson let out his breath as the two entered the dance floor. He wrapped his arms around Ray and pulled her close. It was such a contrast to him; the swiftness and power he had seen in her reaction to Ricky; and the soft feminine form he now held. Dawson reveled in Raylene's closeness as she never was far from his side. Small touches from her hands, the smell of her hair when they danced; all of it made the evening pass like a swift bolt of lightning. He had lost count of how many dances there had been; both fast and slow; and as the band began to play the midnight lovers song, he knew what he wanted. Extending his hand he led his sister to the dance floor and once again wrapped her in his arms. He could hear a thrum of approval deep in her throat as her body molded perfectly to his. "This has been the most perfect night, thank you" he whispered into her hair. "You know we are in trouble." Ray's voice was a soft murmur. "I knew that the first night." Dawson admitted. "Do you know what you're saying?" she asked against his chest. Dawson reached down and tilted her chin up until their eyes met. "I love you" he whispered softly. Raylene made no effort to fight as his lips descended on hers; she couldn't. His tongue slipped into her mouth, she felt one of his hands slide lower, all but cupping the cheek of her ass. She knew this was so wrong; and yet their kiss lit a fire in her belly she had never felt before. As their lips parted, she looked into his eyes. "We need to leave" she said softly. Dawson nodded; and the two headed over to gather their things from their table. Raylene was silent as they headed for his truck, Dawson wanted to ask what she was thinking, but was terrified of her answer. As he slid into the driver seat, Raylene looked over at him. "You rented a room" it was a statement not a question. Dawson could only nod in reply. "You're not wearing panties" Dawson didn't even look at her; instead he stared out the windshield. "I think you need to drive...now" Raylene told him. The drive to the hotel was silent, and Raylene never left his side as he checked in. Together they rode the elevator to the fifth floor and walked down the hall to the room door. Ray used the key card and opened the door; he stepped into the dark room and looked back at Raylene standing on the threshold. "Are you all right?" Are you sure?" he asked nervously. "I've never been surer." She looked at him. "Dawson...I cross that threshold I'm no longer your sister...I'm your date." She stared at him. "I'm not a one-time girl Dawson" she said softly. "I can't be, do you understand." Dawson reached out and gently took her hand; and then swiftly jerked her forward. With a squeak Raylene half stumbled through the door and into the room, plunging into darkness as the door. "Daw..mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm" her words turning to a moan as his lips smashed into hers, his weight pinning her to the wall beside the door. "Oh God yessssss" Ray moaned as his lips began to travel down her neck. "God I want you" Dawson disembodied voice echoed in the dark. "Then take me...own me" Ray moaned as his hot lips traveled over the lace of her dress. Like frenzied animals they tore at the others clothes. His jacket went flying to the floor, followed by his shirt; as Dawson pulled the bow at the back of her neck, causing the top of her dress to fall free. "Oh God suck them" Ray moaned as hot lips wrapped around her rock hard nipple. Raylene shimmied her hips as Dawson tugged her dress down; at the same time her nails clawed at the front of his slacks. Dawson moaned as he felt her hand wrap around his rigid cock. "Fuck you're so hard" Raylene whispered. Dawson released her nipple and rose up, pinning her against the wall. His hips ground into hers as his cock searched for her opening. "No" Raylene husked as her hands pressed against his chest. "Not like this" she told him. He heard her hand sliding along the wall, and then the dim light of the entry way to the room came on. Raylene looked around and saw the bed; taking Dawson by the hand she led him over and had him stretch out on the bed on his back. Raylene leaned over and tapped the base of the bedside lamp, bringing it to life. Dawson blinked and his eyes adjusted to the light as a nude Raylene climbed onto the bed and straddled his hips. He watched as she reached down and gripped his cock, holding it upright, her hips easing down until the tip nestled into her dark hairs; he could feel her moisture seeping onto his cock head as she positioned herself. "I want to see your face" Raylene said "I want to see you when you slide inside me" she husked. "You are the first...and only...man who will ever be inside me; do you understand" she stared down into his eyes. Dawson opened his mouth to answer, but all he got out was a low guttural moan as pure heat surrounded his cock. It started at the tip and slowly slid down until he felt her pelvis grind into his. "Oh God yessssssssss" Dawson groaned. "Oh my fucking God" Raylene breathed out. For the next ten minutes neither could speak as Raylene rose and fell on him. Sucking noises filled the room, and the smell of their sex hung in the air as she rode him. "Oh God...Dawson...never felt...oh shit...I'm going to cum...I never..." Raylene began to babble as her body bounced faster and faster. Dawson reached up and gripped her hips, watching her face; he waited, and just as her body began to violently tremble; he pulled down on her, impaling her on his thick cock. "AWWWW FUUUCCCKKKKKKKKKKK" Raylene screamed as her body convulsed. Her hands slapped down on his bare chest, her nails digging into his skin. He felt her thighs quiver as they tightened around him. A hot splash of fluids across his groin drenched him in her juices. Her body slowly eased down until her head rested next to his; her breasts pressing into his sweaty skin. Neither was moving and yet he felt her walls squeeze and relax around his cock as waves rolled over her. It felt like she was milking his cock, and he could feel his balls begin to ache. His dick started to swell and he knew he was hitting his limit. "Ray...oh God" he moaned. "You need to get off...I can't...oh fuck..." he moaned into her ear. "God yes...cum for me" her voice was hot against his neck. "Oh shit" he was getting desperate. "I'm not wearing a condom, you threw them away" he was trying to lift her hips up off his now pulsing cock. "I know" Raylene ground her body down harder, holding him to her body. "Have you ever dreamed of cumming in me?" she asked softly. "Oh my God Ray, yessss" Dawson moaned as his balls tingled. "Then do it" she leaned down pressing her firm breasts into his chest. "I want this Dawson" she husked in his ear. "Cum in your date...cum in your lover...cum in your sister" Ray told him. Ray reached up and wrapped his arms around her back, and then slid his hands down her smooth skin to fill his hands with the firm globes of her ass. With a grunt, he heaved his hips upward and twisted her. With a squeal Raylene landed on her back, Dawson's cock still buried to the hilt inside her. Pushing up on his knees between her spread thighs, he gripped her ankles and lifted her legs to his shoulders. The silky feel of her nylons drove his crazy as he began to pound into her. "Oh God yes, fuck me...don't stop...oh shit...so good." Raylene babbled as Dawson hammered into her. Dawson watched her head roll from side to side as she clawed at the bed sheets. He could feel her tight walls rippling around him as her hips lurched up to meet his; the sound of skin slapping together filling the room. The smell of their sex filled his nostrils; the sounds of Ray gurgling and whimpering under him in raw pleasure sent tingles down his spine that settled in his balls. "Oh shit...Ray" Dawson felt his balls tightening. "I'm going...to cum" he moaned between thrusts. "Do it" Raylene hissed up at him. "Oh fuck fill me Dawson" Ray moaned. "OOHHH MY GAAWWDDDDDDDDDDDD" Dawson roared. He jammed his hips down hard, impaling himself in that hot cavern' he looked down at his sister in shock as his cock jerked; the first thick wad pumping deep inside her. Raylene felt that incredible heat fill her belly, her eyes staring wide up at him. "I love you" she managed to whisper out as her second massive orgasm on the night slammed home. Dawson gripped her convulsing hips as hot juices splashed across his lower belly. He watched his sisters eyes roll back as her orgasm roared through her, even as his balls spewed a second and then third thick rope into her. He knew she wasn't protected, and he really didn't care at that moment, he wanted to shove every hot drop of cum deep inside her; and all Raylene wanted was that hot cream filling her as she wrapped her arms around his trembling body. "Holy fuck" Dawson gasped as he tried to catch his breath "That was incredible" Raylene cooed into his ear. "God I am in so much trouble" Dawson whispered. "What's wrong" there was a tremble in Raylene's voice. Dawson raised his head and stared into her eyes. "Because I'm in love with my sister" he kissed her softly. "Then we're both in trouble" her voice whispered back. "What now?" Dawson looked at his sister. Raylene swiveled her hips slowly, feeling his still hard cock embedded inside her sopping wet pussy. With a glint in her eye, Raylene shoved her hips upward, causing Dawson to tip sideways. This time it was his sister as the pair rolled over once more until she was seated straddling him, his thick cock deep inside her. "It's actually rather simple" Raylene gave a smile. "You've been dating Mel" she smiled. "What?" Dawson was confused. Between her words and the tight pussy that wrapped around his throbbing cock he couldn't focus. "You didn't say anything because you didn't want me to be upset" Raylene ground her pelvis down into Dawson. "But I think it's fantastic, especially since you plan to move in with her, and I'm going to join you two to help with the finances." It actually was simple, Dawson thought as his sister began slowly bouncing up and down on him; the hell of it was, it just might work, he thought. "You think Mel will go for it" he grunted. "I think she'll come around" Raylene smiled brightly. "Especially after you shove your fat cock into her while I suck her clit" she laughed. "Oh God" that image burned into Dawson's brain. "Now, you've got until checkout tomorrow" Raylene growled down at him. "Fuck me Dawson, and don't stop until you've put so much cum into me, it drowns her tomorrow." She husked. Dawson reached up and gripped his sisters' hips, her words setting off a flame in his balls. With a lunge he lifted his ass straight up, impaling her on his dick. "FUUCCCKKKKKKK YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS" Raylene screamed at the ceiling, as the pair began to fuck.

Dare Me - Halloween Sleepover Spectacular - Goosey's Gorgeous Gaggle by neverdoubted Author's Note: This story is part of the "Dare Me" universe. It is set after chapter 7. Might be useful to read those first to understand the backstory. For those wondering about the vote, a truckload of ballots was dropped off after the poll closed. This story won in a landslide. You'll thank me later. Dare Me - Halloween Sleepover Spectacular - Goosey's Gorgeous Gaggle - Part 1 That fall, for the first time, Lucy and I were in different schools. As we settled into the routine, we both seemed to be flourishing. I perhaps was taking a bit longer to adjust to my new environment. But Lucy, as the big fish sixth grader in her small pond of elementary school, practically ran the place. Popular kids gravitated to her, which I guess made her popular too. It didn't hurt that she had done a lot of growing over the summer and was a classic beauty. The best-looking girls tended to flock together for some reason. She attracted lots of friends which created an interesting new dynamic around our house. I never knew when I got home from school which of Lucy's cute classmates would be hanging around. I think I held a certain intrigue for them as Lucy's mysterious older brother who was a...teenager. Their eyes would track me everywhere I went, and I often heard fits of giggles pass between them when I left a room. I admit, I tended to strut around them, enjoying the attention; especially since none of the girls in my school showed the least bit of interest in me. Mom seemed relieved that we were doing so well in school. One less thing for her to worry about. She was having a hard time at work, and I often heard her complaining over the phone to her sister. She was on a sales team that had landed some big clients recently. Her boss always took her with him on sales calls if he thought an attractive woman at the table would make a difference. She told Aunt Julie about the inappropriate comments he made about her, that her clothes were too frumpy, and she should open more buttons on her blouse. Unfortunately, mom had a problem with authority and tended to do whatever he suggested. Despite all her hard work to learn the product and be a good salesperson, the type of clients her boss targeted only saw her as a piece of eye candy. It didn't help that her current position did not pay commission. She couldn't prove it, but she suspected he was passing over her for promotions and holding her back so he could keep the commissions for himself. Aunt Julie called him a "slimeball pig" and, from mom's descriptions, I couldn't disagree. It sounded like he was a jerk who treated her like a glorified secretary, or worse a piece of meat, and stole the rewards of her labors. One day, in early October while we were sitting with mom around the table, the subject of Halloween came up. I was in that weird in-between age where I felt too old for trick-or-treating, but not old enough to join the party scene. I said I would be fine hanging out with some of my friends and maybe we would hit a haunted house. Lucy, on the other hand, was in the Halloween sweet spot. She was old enough to have stronger opinions about her costume choices. The prospect of getting to wear make-up and do her hair up special was exciting. But the child in her was just as excited about getting to eat a ton of candy. There was only one problem. Her Halloween costume had to be just perfect, and Lucy tended to have expensive tastes. She would never accept the pathetic cookie-cutter selections at Wal-Mart. But we didn't have any extra money for perfect. That's when mom, in an attempt to think outside the box, made an interesting suggestion. Why not have Mr. Beski make a costume? It actually made a lot of sense. Mr. Beski had made her a beautiful dress over the summer which was a huge hit at school. Whenever she wore it, she got lots of compliments and proudly told people it was a "custom, designer dress" (whatever that means). Despite the humiliation she had endured to get it, Mr. Beski had certainly delivered. He was clearly a skilled artisan, and as a lonely retiree, he would probably jump at the chance to make something else for her. It's not like she could make a better costume herself. Since we couldn't afford the boutique stores and Lucy wouldn't consider the imported cookie-cutter crap, I guess she was willing to swallow her pride and ask him for help. Mom couldn't help with money, but she did offer something else to make the evening special. "I don't have anything scheduled for work that weekend." Mom said, then added "Do you want to invite some of your friends over to spend the night on Halloween?" Lucy was ecstatic and immediately started transforming mom's simple offer into a Halloween sleepover spectacular. She asked how many friends she could invite. Could they make cookies? What about decorations? Balloons? Entertainment? She had seen a home makeover kit at the store. And of course, there was dinner to think about. Maybe a taco bar? NO! Pancakes, even better! Mom shot me a worried look. Lucy was getting carried away like she always did, and she needed someone to step in and help manage expectations. I was the closest thing she had to a co-parent. "Pancakes...and cookies?" I interjected myself into the conversation, "don't you think that's a little much? I mean, there will already be plenty of candy. I think you should plan something simpler. Trick-or-treating is the main entertainment. Mom can have a frozen pot pie ready when you get back and everyone will probably be pretty wiped out by then." Lucy seemed to accept that logic and withdrew her unreasonable requests. After all, it was better than nothing. Now the only remaining point of negotiation was the number of attendees. She insisted on inviting her two closest friends, Grace, and Katherine. But she was shooting for at least three more. she tried to argue that she had to invite them all. It wouldn't be fair to leave one out and invite the other two. But mom looked stressed. If I was at a friend's house all evening, she alone would be woefully outnumbered by six girls hopped up on candy. I decided it would just be too much for mom and made Lucy settle for just Grace and Katherine. She was still overjoyed and ran to the phone to invite them. Once the party was confirmed, she now had to come up with a costume idea. Naturally, the idea of matching costumes came up. But what could three girls go as for Halloween? The Three Musketeers? Not exactly exciting for three 12-year-old girls (or 11.9 in Lucy's case). Then there were the old traditionals; ghosts, vampires, witches. But nobody wanted to wear green paint on their face. For a while, they were seriously considering asking Mr. Beski to make them into black cats. It probably would have made a cute sight. But then, Lucy got hooked on a vision and couldn't let it go: devils and angels. Not bad, but how do you make it work with three people? She brainstormed and came up with a clever solution. Katherine would dress up as a devil while Grace would be an angel. And Lucy would stand in the middle dressed up as half a devil and half an angel; like her soul was hanging in the balance and Katherine and Grace were each trying to lure her to their side. It was actually kinda genius. To do all that yourself would be very expensive. Basically, you would have to buy to complete costumes, cut them down the middle, then sew the two halves back together. Fortunately, they had access to a very skilled tailor who was willing to make it from scratch and didn't charge for labor. She went over after school the next day to make her request in person; fully dressed, this time. If you're wondering why, it was worth noting that Lucy wore clothes to visit Mr. Beski...it's a long story. He was delighted and agreed on the spot. Assuming our family was still struggling to make ends meet, he even offered to pay for the fabric. His only request was that the three girls submit to a measurements session and perhaps a final fitting when the time got closer. Lucy balked at that request. She didn't want to submit her friends to that humiliation. Instead, she offered herself and asked if he could just use her measurements as a pattern for all three. He reluctantly accepted and had Lucy strip naked so he could update his measurements for her. It had been a couple months since he had last taken them, after all. Once that was done, it looked like smooth sailing. But almost immediately, things started to go wrong, and they kept going wrong right up until Halloween night. And Lucy's Halloween Sleepover Spectacular nearly turned into a nightmare. The first setback could have been chalked up to cultural idiosyncrasies. I had agreed, after she begged me, to accompany her over to Mr. Beski's house a couple weeks later to check in on the progress. It turns out old Hungarians have a different idea of what a devil looks like. His first attempt at that costume looked more like an ugly sheep. It was very lumpy and unattractive; nothing like Lucy's original vision. She was expecting a modern, American devil. She ran home and came back with a magazine she had bought of costume ideas. She explained that all three costumes had to have a cohesive look. But they also needed to be cute. That was the whole point of having them custom-made. She showed him a bunch of different costumes and called out various things or features she liked about them. I was kind of bored. Why hadn't she done this before he wasted his time and money on a something that would have to be thrown out? Slowly, Mr. Beski started to get the idea. He suggested starting with a leotard base and working from there. I noticed he kept turning back to one page that had a spread of sexy costumes for adults; probably because there were lots of costumes on that page with a leotard base. I had already perused that page so I knew what it contained. Slutty nurses, sexy mummies, plenty of skin and miles of gauze. There was even one woman dressed like an angel. But the fabric of her top was so sheer, she had her hands over her breasts to keep the photo from being too racy for public consumption. He asked if he could keep the magazine for reference. As expected, he would have to throw out his work and start over. He would also have to order all new material, white for the angel and red for the devil. That is, until Lucy suggested black with red trim for the devil. She said black would make a better contrast on Lucy's costume. It was going to be close, and they would have to scrap the rehearsal fitting, but he estimated he could still have them all done in time for Halloween night. While did the bulk of the work, Lucy and her friends were far from idle. Aside from the main costume which he was working on, they were responsible for shoes and accessories. The girls spent every day after school (and too much money) on it. It was decided that Katherine would be the devil. They tried to make a pitchfork before giving up and buying one along with a headband they found with red horns on it. She also got a shiny new pair of black open-toe shoes with straps running up her legs and even a little heel. Grace got to be the angel. For her, they were actually able to build a harp out of cardboard with string for the, uh, strings. They also got her a white skirt which they glued cotton balls all over to look like she would have a cloud floating around her wherever she went. She already had a pair of white ballerina shoes she could wear. And to top it off, she got a sparkly, silver halo. The decision on tights or socks was still up in the air and could be a night-time decision. I wasn't sure how Lucy's accessories were coming together. For example, we couldn't afford two new pairs of shoes just so she could wear one of each color. But she kept working on it and I expected she would figure something out. Of course, I wasn't involved in any of the shopping or preparation. I was in the dark about it all until Halloween night. However, I did notice mom's looks of distress whenever they returned from yet another supplies run. It wasn't just the costume. There was also hair and make-up to consider. What a racket! One day, I guess it suddenly occurred to Lucy to ask me what I was going to be for Halloween. She had wanted to run to the store again, but mom was gone to work. When I told her I didn't even know if I was going trick-or-treating this year and was probably going to just hang out with my friends, she was stunned. Like she didn't even know that was something people did. When she realized for the first time that I probably wouldn't be around for Halloween evening, she started pouting. "Come on, Mikeeee!" she whined, "You have to go trick-or-treating. Why don't you go with us?" "As what?" I replied. "I don't have a costume. Besides, you girls have a whole theme. I would just look out of place." I hadn't meant to make her pout, so I tried to cheer her up. "Hey, look on the bright side." I said, "Maybe your costumes won't be ready in time." She looked up at me in fright. Oof, that backfired. I quickly tried to salvage things by clumsily turning it into a joke. "I meant, uh, if they're not ready, you won't have anything to wear either. Then we could all go together, as nudists!" Lucy blinked at my salacious attempt at humor. But at least her pouting stopped. She pondered for a moment then said something unexpected. "They like you; you know? Grace and Katherine. They think you're cute." My heart skipped a beat. I tried to play it cool. "Oh, yeah?" I asked. "Yeah, " she replied, "they keep asking if you have a girlfriend. And they were hoping you were going to be here to hang out on Halloween. Oh, well, Im sure someone will take pictures. I think Grace has a Polaroid camera." HOLY SHIT. Katherine and Grace think I'm cute?! What did she mean by "they keep asking"? As in, they couldn't stop asking about me? I desperately wanted to interrogate her for more information, but instead I managed a hopefully disinterested "Hmm". After about a minute, I excused myself and went to ponder the implications alone. I even considered cancelling my own plans. But how desperate would I look in front of my classmates if they found out I bailed on them just to go spend the evening with some sixth graders who had shown some interest in me? But Katherine and Grace were no ordinary sixth graders. Other than Lucy they were, by far, the hottest girls in their school. If Lucy was a 10, they were 9.9's. I didn't go through with cancelling, but I did very seriously consider it and had trouble falling asleep that night. When the big night finally arrived, Lucy had so much nervous energy, she looked like she would explode. She bounded from room to room like a caged kangaroo. At one point, she literally bounced off the wall. Remember when I said the whole event was almost a nightmare? That was the reason for her nerves. Mr. Beski had called earlier in the day to say the girls' costumes still weren't ready. He was working furiously and would call to let us know when we could come pick them up. The other girls were due to arrive any second and would need time to get ready before hitting the neighborhood. I was about to walk out the door to bike to my own evening festivities when the phone finally rang. Lucy beat everyone to it and answered it with a glimmer of hope. But it was just mom's boss. "Why would he be calling so late?" mom wondered aloud, then took the phone from Lucy. My sister didn't move away, though. She needed mom to get off the phone quickly in case Mr. Beski was trying to call. As she listened to the man talk, mom's face gradually turned from happiness to dismay. Lucy was watching, too. And by the time mom hung up, Lucy was bawling. She didn't even know what had happened yet, but she just knew the news was bad. Apparently, A couple of clients were grumbling about not being appreciated. They played poker with mom's boss all the time. So, he figured an evening of explaining the benefits of our product over a poker table could smooth things over. He had booked a conference room at a hotel about an hour away and they were going to host these clients for an evening of poker and schmoozing. Mom looked so distraught. She was ready to help her daughter have a spectacular and memorable Halloween evening and sleepover. And now her boss had just called an emergency overnight business trip. Worst of all, she wouldn't be any help. She didn't even know how to play poker! But her boss made it clear that attendance was mandatory. Or she would be fired. Lucy somehow started crying even harder as her evening prospects circled the drain. What else could I do? "It's OK, mom. You go on. I'll stay here." I offered. I was a little bummed to be missing out on the haunted house, but I couldn't stand to see my sister so devastated. Lucy continued lightly sobbing, but it looked like the waterworks were slowing down as she tried to follow what was happening. Had she been in her right mind, mom would have called the other parents to see if the sleepover could have a last-minute venue change. Or maybe let me be in charge for trick-or-treating then send Katherine and Grace home. Had she been in her right mind, she would have told her boss to shove this last minute "business trip" which was really an excuse to play poker with his buddies on Halloween night up his ass. But none of that happened. Instead, she turned to me, her surrogate co-parent, and said "Thanks, Michael. I know you're disappointed. I'm disappointed, too. But you know how much tonight means to Lucy." I nodded solemnly. When Lucy realized what was happening, she ran over and gave me the biggest hug which made it all worthwhile. Mom said, "Lucy, Michael is giving up his night for you. You better think up some way to make it up to him." Between sniffles she said, "Oh, Yes, mama! I will, I promise!" Just then, two things rang at once: the doorbell and the phone. The evening had begun! Dare Me - Halloween Sleepover Spectacular - Goosey's Gorgeous Gaggle - Part 2 While Lucy went to welcome the other girls in at the front door, mom talked to Mr. Beski on the phone. The costumes were, in his words, "as ready as they can be". The girls appeared at the doorway to the kitchen talking a mile a minute. It looked like Lucy had rallied and was now, once again, excited about her evening. Katherine and Grace were each carrying an overnight bag as well as make-up and hair supplies. I bashfully said "hi" to them (they think I'm cute!) then excused myself to go get the costumes. Mr. Beski invited me in. He was muttering to himself about how he didn't like being rushed. I was worried he would invite me to sit down for tea or something. Did he know the girls were back at our house waiting for their costumes right this minute? "T'vas very difficult, dis materiel." he was trying to explain through his thick accent. He seemed particularly concerned about Lucy's costume. Apparently, the two different colors of her fabric had been a challenge to sew together without an ugly seam showing right down the middle. He had resorted to hand-stitching it which is why it had taken so long. But I wasn't here for a soliloquy about his difficulties. I swept the three costumes off the table and into my arms, underestimating how light they would be. It caused my arm motions to be exaggerated and I swung them too high when I lifted. I heard something tear as one of the costumes snagged on lamp that had been bolted to the worktable. It was Lucy's costume. Mr. Beski flinched and showed me where I had ripped out some of the stitching at the collar. He said I had to be more careful and explained it was very delicate, only good for one night. He offered to fix the tear, but I knew we didn't have time for that. It didn't look too bad to me. Where it would be on her, right in the middle up close to her neck would almost look intentional. I thanked him and said he could see the girls later when they made it around to his house. I rushed back home to see mom had thrown together her own overnight bag for her business trip. She looked disheveled and tired but assured me she would be fine. I told her not to worry and that I would take care of things here, which seemed to calm her. She thanked me again and then she was gone. My heart picked that moment to start pounding, for some reason. As I climbed the staircase to deliver the girls' costumes, constant peals of laughter wafted down from the direction of Lucy's room. I knocked on her door and everything went quiet inside. Lucy was wearing a robe when she answered the door. Katherine peeked around from behind the door. She had straight black hair that would have come down to her shoulders, except it curled in the bottom and framed her face. Her big, brown eyes studied me with an occasional slow blink which accentuated her long eyelashes. She was lithe like a cat and had a devilish grin on her face which came with the cutest dimples. She was mostly concealed behind the door, but I could still see one strap of her training bra on her shoulder. That meant she wasn't wearing a robe and was likely just in her underwear. She played with the doorknob, moving the door back and forth, teasing me with the chance of letting me have a peek at what was behind it. Just then I noticed some motion on my periphery. I turned just in time to see the briefest white flash disappear. It was Grace. She had gone to the bathroom and was coming back. Since she, too, was only wearing her underwear, she must have fled when she saw me standing in the hall. Sure enough, a few seconds later, she re-emerged, this time wrapped in a white towel, and came toward me. Grace was the shortest girl in the trio, if only by an inch or two. And while the towel did cover everything important, I was enthralled by the way she walked. Her feet fell in a straight line causing her legs to almost cross over each other and her hips to swivel back and forth as she walked. And even though she wasn't really showing anything intimate, other than maybe the bra straps peeking over the top, there's something alluring about a girl in a towel. Grace's hair was straight, similar to Katherine's only a bit longer and blonde. It also didn't curve in at the bottom, but just rested on her shoulders. She wasn't as blonde as Lucy, though. More like the lightest shade of strawberry blonde. She stared at the floor as she approached, squeezing the top of her towel in one fist. She kept darting her eyes up at me nervously, as if I was a viper who would strike if she let her guard down. She finally acknowledged me with a blushing smile as she passed by and disappeared into Lucy's room, her eyes were big and pale blue like the sky, not as piercing as Lucy's. Lucy said "Thanks Mikey" as I handed her the costumes. Katherine added a playful "Yeah, thanks Mikey!" Lucy then instructed that they were going to need the entire upstairs to get ready. So, would I please stay downstairs and give them some privacy? I wanted to explain that I wasn't spying on them and meant to give them space as soon as I had delivered their costumes. But it was pointless to argue, so I just I agreed. As soon as her door closed, the entire room exploded in a cacophony of giggles. I left the upstairs to the girls and went to double-check the instructions for the pot pie that mom had already started thawing. I set the oven preheating, then settled in the living room to wait, occasionally answering the door for an early trick-or-treater. It was still light out and only the very young children were out at this time. Since our neighborhood was full of old people, it didn't get nearly as much traffic on Halloween night as others nearby, but there were always a few kids. Knowing Lucy, I had expected to be waiting a long time. She was practically 12 and already took forever to get ready. I couldn't imagine what it would be like once she was a teenager. But she surprised me when, only few minutes later, I heard her yell "Miiiikeeeeeeey, we neeeeed you!". What now? I jumped up and rushed to her aid. This time there was a lump in my shorts as well as my throat. Lucy met me at the door to her bedroom. This time she only opened it a crack and was hiding behind it, but I could tell she was now wearing her costume. "We need your opinion on something, Mikey." she said, then slowly opened the door. Katherine and Grace were standing across the room in their costumes, awaiting my entrance. Lucy let me enter then went over to stand between them. They were far from ready. They hadn't even started on their hair or make-up. But they must have been eager to try on their costumes, first. The effect was exactly as Lucy had envisioned. Katherine stood on her right side in her black and red devil costume. Grace was on her right dressed in the pure white of an angel. And, of course, Lucy, with her half-and-half costume, belonged right in the middle. It reminded me of those stories where a little angel and devil would each sit on a person's shoulder and act as their conscience. Grace and Katherine were both vying to attract Lucy to their side, and by the colors she was wearing, her conscience was split 50-50 at the moment. As far as Halloween costume theming went, it was a grand slam. But in the execution, there were a few glaring issues. Most importantly, all three costumes were practically transparent. I stared at the girls for a few seconds wondering if I had suddenly been granted the superpower of x-ray vision. Then I realized my eyes were bulging and forced myself to blink. Mr. Beski, may every blessing be upon him, had tried to follow Lucy's instructions. He had indeed made all three costumes in a leotard style like the magazine she had given him. But he must have chosen his material from one of the "adult" pages. The leotards outlined the girls, fitting their bodies like one-piece swimsuits, except with long sleeves attached. However, they did nothing to keep their bodies from showing through. The only variation between each was the color of the fabric. Of the three, little Grace was the most covered because of her cotton ball cloud skirt. But her upper torso only had a thin layer of white gauze. I could see every detail of her little bra through the material of her costume. I was surprised to see it wasn't a training bra, but a real one! Grace was developing a bit faster than the other girls in that area, so it made sense. Instead of a camisole, she actually had two little cups encasing her boobs. She was probably no more than an "A" cup, but on her small frame, they did look proportionally bigger. The bra cups narrowed into a latch right in the middle of her chest. She had other accessories yet to put on, white tights, angel wings, her harp, and of course, a halo. In attempt to avoid lingering too long on Grace's skimpy costume, I turned my attention over to Katherine. That was a mistake because I'm sure ended up leering just as lecherously at her. Katherine's situation was sort of an inverse of Grace. On her shoulders, she wore a rich black cape with shiny red lining and a velvet rope trim. Well, it was more of a half-cape because it didn't even reach down to her waist. Her leotard was naturally the opposite color of Grace's, but equally thin and transparent. The black coloring made a nice contrast to her creamy, white skin. Her cape tied at the neck and made to lay down her back, but perhaps too shy to let me see her training bra, she currently held her cape wrapped tightly around her upper torso like a shawl. However, unlike Grace, she did not have the benefit of a skirt to protect her lower half or her long legs. While grace stood confidently in her skirt, Katherine had a more reserved stance with one foot on top of the other and her knees almost touching. Her white panties showed clearly through the leotard, its fabric wrinkling the smooth shape of her hips and its stark color ruining the red and black motif Mr. Beski had been aiming for. All three girls were statuesque in their appearance with only minor differences. Grace seemed proud of the fact that she was ahead of the other girls in her breast development. Also, she kept licking her lips which were a little fuller than the others and had a slight, natural pucker to them. When she smiled, her little, upturned nose wrinkled in an adorable manner. Katherine was taller but also slimmer. She hadn't caught up to Lucy or Grace in the breast department yet, but she more than made up for it down below. I later learned that Katherine's grandparents had bought her a horse and she loved to go horseback riding. Apparently, that sort of exercise can really develop your bottom. Her ass was so tight, that when she stood, the two halves of her bottom separated. But it wasn't just her bottom. Her entire legs, from the thighs on down, were sculpted perfection. And she had the most noticeable thigh gap of the three, even with her knees closed tightly to the world. Don't get me wrong, while each girl had exceptional attributes here and there, Lucy was the total package. When she spoke just then, it snapped me out of the trance I had been in. "Mikey, we have a problem and need your opinion." She explained. Then she stared to say, "Grace thinks that...", but then Grace huffed loudly and shot her a death stare. Grace didn't want to be thrown under the bus. So, Lucy changed the wording. "Grace, and Katherine, think that these costumes are too thin. I don't think that's the problem, but I agree something is wrong. Can you help?" Lucy had neither the benefit of a skirt, nor a cape. So, she was just standing there in her leotard with one hand on her hip. She probably should have been a bit more scandalized to be showing me so much skin; especially in front of her two best friends. But I had already seen so much more of her that this was pretty mild. The fact that she showed no embarrassment probably worked in her favor. "Hmm..." I appraised them with a hand on my chin, trying my best to look more like a fashion critic and less like a horny 13-year-old boy. Without a word, I twirled my finger in the air indicating that they should turn around. I only did it so I could get a good look at Katherine from behind. While I was trying to calculate how far a quarter would bounce off her ass, it did remind me of one actual problem. Her white panties were a distraction, and they did look out of place beneath her black leotard. Lucy too had an underwear problem. She had put on mismatched pair with a white training bra and black panties in a poor attempt at color balance. It didn't look right at all and messed up the vertical half-and-half image she was striving for. In addition, her underwear bulged out weirdly in all the wrong places under the leotard. I was ready to state my opinion. "I don't think you have anything to worry about." I assured them. "It only looks a little weird in here under the harsh lights. It will look totally fine outside at night." Then I added, "There is one thing, Katherine." She looked at me in terror at being called out by name. "I don't know how to say this delicately, but your underwear does kind of show through, only because it's white, I think?" I pretended I couldn't really tell what color her panties were even though they were obviously white. She blushed and somehow squeezed her legs even closer together but nodded at my advice. Then I noted, "Lucy, you have the same problem." I glanced over at Grace. She looked mortified that I was going to start discussing her underwear next. But because of her skirt, I had no idea what color her panties where. And it didn't really matter. I could have mentioned how her bra stretched out the fabric of her leotard in ways Mr. Beski probably didn't intend. But I felt that was going a bit too far. Having said my peace, I expected to be dismissed. But the girls kicked into problem-solving mode, turned to each other, and all started talking at once. Katherine asked if she could trade panties with Lucy. That would help her situation some. But what about her training bra? It was white, too! Grace had a black bra, but it would be too big for Katherine's smaller chest. And that left poor Lucy. She had not planned this through very well, because she couldn't wear black or white underwear! I realized they must have forgotten I was still when they began discussing intimate matters that weren't appropriate for me. So, I decided to dismiss myself. I reached the end of the hall and started back down the stairs when Lucy came running up to me from behind. She gave me another huge hug of thanks. "Thank you, Mikey!" She said with a quiver of relief in her voice. "When they saw the costumes, they were about to back out. But I think you convinced them. I owe you one. I really didn't want these crummy costumes to make us miss trick-or-treating." "You don't owe me one," I assured her, "you actually owe me two; one for this, and one for making me miss the haunted house. Anyway, your costumes are not crummy. They're really cool. You did a good job on the design. When you all stand together, you all just look perfect!" She beamed at my compliment, but then her smile faded. "Katherine and Grace will look perfect. But mine is still all messed up because of my stupid underwear." Then almost as a joke I said "Hey, maybe you don't need underwear!" That got her attention! "I bet Mr. Beski designed these costumes to be worn without underwear. That's why they don't fit you right, either. You've been wearing them all wrong!" She looked down at herself and I could see she was considering it. That was one brave little girl. Or reckless, who knows? Then she looked back up at me with a smirk and a gleam in her eye. "...Dare me?" I should have immediately said "No, way!". Without her underwear, my sister would be woefully underdressed. Trick-or-treating from house to house in a transparent costume where you're meant to be seen by all your neighbors, not to mention all the other kids out roaming around. That was not the time to attempt daring exploits. I should have convinced her to wear something else, or just go as she is. I should have said her underwear wouldn't show that badly in the dark. I...might be a bad person. Because instead of doing what I should, Mikey Jr. took control and I doubled down. "It wouldn't be fair, Goosey." I began with a heaping of feigned regret in my voice. When she was very little, Lucy wanted to be just like me. She used to follow me around everywhere like a baby duckling follows their mother. I started calling her "Lucy Goosey", then just "Goosey". She would get so mad and stomp her feet saying in her fiercest little girl voice "I am not a Goosey! I'm a Lucy!" But now that she was older, I meant it as a term of endearment. Goosey was growing up, and she had her own gaggle of gorgeous girls following her everywhere she went, wanting to be just like her. Lucy looked disappointed and confused, but then I clarified my meaning. "It wouldn't be fair to your guests if you take the dare all for yourself." The confusion disappeared from her face and wide-eyed astonishment replaced it. "Also, I doubt your friends would accept a dare from me directly. That's why I need your help. If you do this for me, even though you owe me two, we'll call it even. Deal?" While I spoke, she started buzzing with excitement at the prospect of another dare. She accepted the deal immediately then stood in quiet anticipation of my next words. "Lucy, I dare you to go trick-or-treating tonight in your costume, but without any underwear on. Furthermore, I know you have a lot of influence on your friends. They look up to you. So, I want you to use tonight to find ways to get your friends to loosen up. I dare you to convince Katherine and Grace to each let me see them naked before the end of the sleepover." Lucy's eyes fluttered and I smiled to myself. I knew she would do everything in her power to complete that dare. And no matter how much she accomplished, I knew I was going to be the beneficiary of her efforts. Before she left to resume getting ready, I noticed a loose gossamer thread dangling from her costume near her neck. I would have ignored it, but it was right there front and center and caught the light whenever she moved. I reached out to helpfully yank it free, but it proved more stubborn than I had anticipated. Instead of yanking the thread free, I accidentally ripped the seam in the middle of her costume open all the way down to her training bra. Oops! I assured her the costume still looked ok and the rip just made it look like a V neck. Then I took off before I did any more damage and headed downstairs. My brain was so filled with distracting fantasies, I saw the pot pie on the counter and almost put it back in the freezer! I had to be more careful. I put it in the oven and set the timer. It would be ready in about 1 1/2 hours, but could keep warm for hours, if I remembered to turn the oven down. I answered the door on and off for the next hour, handing out treats and trying to imagine what was going on upstairs. Was Lucy already working her influence on them? Or was she just focused on getting through the first part of the dare? No one had bolted from the house in a cloud of outrage. At least that was a good sign, right? One thing, I knew for sure. Lucy would not chicken out. Something was going to happen tonight! I had the biggest woody in my life to that point and desperately wanted to take care of it. I hadn't done it since the day before. That was a long stretch for a 13-year-old boy. But my primary jacking spots, my bedroom and the upstairs bathroom were off limits at the moment. Even though the flood of pleasurable hormones kept coming in waves, I decided to be a man and tough it out. After sunset, the crowds of kids started getting older. Some were my age and even a few groups looked older than me. But I felt like they were almost doing it ironically and didn't put much effort into their costumes. I only gave them a single treat each. There were a few good costumes, and some good themes. But nothing compared to what Lucy had come up with. When the traffic got more sparce, I started to get nervous that the girls would not finish getting ready in time. How long do old people stay up on Halloween before they turn their porch lights off and go to bed? Then, finally, that musical siren call came to me. "Miiikeeey, come heeere!" It was Lucy. I burst from my spot and rushed up the stairs, on the way adjusting my erection to be less obvious. I wiped my sweating hands on my shorts then knocked on the door. My sister answered, only opening it a crack. "Are you ready to see?" she asked. I nodded silently. "Ok, close your eyes." she said. With my eyes firmly closed, she opened the door fully and led me into the room. I had to wait while she got herself into position between her friends. Then she told me to count to three and open my eyes. I took a deep, unsteady breath. This was it. "One...two...three." Nipples. I think I stopped breathing. I think my heart might have stopped beating. I think time itself might have even stopped. The first thing I noticed, standing across the room, and pointing right at me, were three pairs of nipples. Six beautiful, perfect, perky nipples belonging to three of the hottest girls in existence, and they were right there for my pleasure. Lucy must have borrowed my theory that Mr. Beski's custom design did not leave room for frumpy old bras. Somehow, she had convinced them to go without bras and just wear their leotards on top. I was so dumbstruck by the six unexpected nipples, I realized I was staring, but I didn't care. I needed more time to fully appreciate the scene and reassess the girls in light of their new exposure. I started with Grace. Her nipples were small, but perfectly round with little pointed tips. They looked pale, but that might have been the white-tinted clear fabric encasing them. They sat atop her perky rounded breasts which were just big enough to cast a shadow beneath them; an impressive accomplishment for a 12-year-old. Even without her bra, the fabric distorted a bit around her breasts, especially when she drew in a breath. But then I remembered Mr. Beski had used Lucy as a model for Grace's costume. That's why she was stretched to the limit up there. The leotard material molded perfectly, not only to her bare chest, but to every curve on her upper body. It was truly a magical creation. But there was even more to look at. Her hair had been put up in a sophisticated updo with white ribbons and curly blonde tendrils hanging down. That looked like Lucy's doing. She was getting really good at hair. There was white glitter on her eyelids which caused her eyes to sparkle when she blinked, and she wore silver earrings and silver halo which also both twinkled. I couldn't tell if she was wearing any lipstick on her perfectly puckered lips. Perhaps they decided it was not appropriate for an angel to be tarted up like that. She truly did look angelic as she was and didn't need any more make-up. She wore white tights on her legs. But to my surprise, they were thigh high stockings and did not even reach the bottom of her skirt. That left a little stripe of white cherubic thigh peeking out. She had white, flat ballet slippers on her feet. I could see something peeking out from behind her and wanted a better look. So, I silently twirled my finger to indicate that she should give me a turn. Her costume may not have come with a fancy cape, buy Mr. Beski had not left her out. The leotards all scooped down in back. And in that spot between Grace's shoulder blades sprouted the most beautiful pair of angel wings. The wings were delicate and impossibly thin, like dragonfly wings, but with an intricate design on them. Unlike some cheap store-bought wings, these came with a special adhesive so they could be glued directly onto her bare back. She was holding her cardboard harp in one hand. As she slowly finished her spin, I got to watch her little developing breasts once again rotate into sight. She noticed me looking at her boobies and started to lift the harp to cover her chest, but then caught herself and lowered it back to her side. Lucy must have coached her up ahead of time not to do that and that it would ruin the scene. She instead stared at a spot on the floor as a light blush formed on her cheeks. It looked way better than any make-up she could have put on. I committed the sight to memory then moved my attention to Katherine. Lucy must have coached her up as well because she now had her cape drawn back behind her as it was meant to be worn. That gave me an unobstructed view of her little developing fruits. She was perhaps a few months behind the other girls in the breast department, but she did have a nice pair sprouting from her chest. Not quite big enough to require a proper bra yet, but they would have certainly been more than capable of filling out a training bra. They sloped out in front of her chest with enough volume to distort the front of her black leotard. Her breast cones were capped by the cutest little pokeys. Her little engorged nipples looked darker than the other girls, almost red. But that might have been the black fabric playing tricks on me. Her hair had similarly been put up in a sophisticated do with little red serpents woven in to hold it together and a hairband with red horns on top. She wasn't wearing a skirt, so I could see that Lucy had loaned her a pair of black panties to wear under her leotard. It didn't do too much to ruin the curve of her body. She was not wearing tights, so was bare from her thighs down to her sandals. She had bright red lipstick on, which accentuated her nipples nicely, and was holding a toy pitchfork. I guess devils didn't have to worry about looking like tarts. She had also painted her finger and toenails black and wore a black choker around her neck. I twirled my finger at her, and she performed a slow turn for me. Now that she was wearing heels, her legs and ass looked even more amazing. I took a mental picture of her incredibly tight behind, now encased in black panties beneath her leotard, before she completed her spin. She looked at me for approval and I nodded my head knowingly. It made her blush and smile and I got to see those adorable dimples again. Then I turned my attention to Lucy. Lucy's costume didn't come with as many extras as the other girls. She didn't have wings or a cape, for example. No harp or pitchfork. Not even shoes. The leotard itself was meant to be the focal point. And, boy, did it draw my focus! Because, staying true to her dare, Lucy was wearing no underwear on at all. Her swelling breasts and pale nipples stood proud on her chest; one black and one white from the fabric of the costume. I noticed the split in her center seam had widened. It now came down to her belly button leaving her breastbone and the inner edges of her breasts exposed. Not that the gap mattered much, because you could basically see the rest of her breasts just by looking through the fabric. But the black and white seam came together at her flat tummy and continued down her body as if drawing attention to the real prize. The leotard narrowed at her hip bones, and everything converged at her protruding mound. There the leotard encased each of her plump little pussy lips in fabric, one black and one white. Cradling them but not doing a very good job of concealing them. The seam also molded to her body very closely and served to pull her pussy lips apart from each other. There nestled in the middle of her slightly spread pussy was...something. I didn't really know female anatomy at the time. I just knew it looked juicy and pink and made me want more. The seam disappeared into the gap between her legs. I tried to swallow then realized I couldn't because my mouth was bone dry. So, I tried to lick my lips instead. Stupid me! That was an utter failure, too. I think Lucy's display had broken my mind. I gave up trying to squeeze any moisture from my uncooperative saliva glands and just twirled my finger at her. Like I said, she wasn't wearing a skirt or a cape, so basically her entire backside was naked, except for a little section of nearly transparent fabric encasing her beautiful round bottom. Her legs were bare like Katherine's. But unlike Katherine, she was barefoot. But she had glued cotton balls around her left leg and had painted flames up the other to make it look like she had one foot in heaven and one in hell. For her head, she had made a special hairband with one horn and half a halo, split right down the middle. "So, what do you think?" she asked once she had completed her turn. I told her she had pulled off an epic, spectacular Halloween costume idea for the ages, and that she should be proud to have such amazing, supportive friends. At least, I opened my mouth to start to say something to that effect. But instead of words coming out, my jaw just hung open and I drooled a little bit. Talk about the absolute worst time for my stupid saliva glands to start working again! Lucy grinned and said to her friends, "I think he likes it, girls!" which drew nervous giggles in response. I was supposed to be directing the evening, but those three beautiful girls and their revealing costumes rendered me useless. So, Lucy took charge. "Come on, girls, we have to hurry if we're going to get any candy. Grace, grab your camera. Mikey can take some pictures of our costumes before we leave." At the mention of candy, the girls tittered with excitement and sprang into action. After spending so much time obsessing over their maturing bodies, I forgot how immature they could still be. I think they were actually more excited about the candy than they had been about the costumes. I, on the other hand, was more excited about the mention of a camera! They gathered up their accessories along with one plastic pumpkin each, for candy, and hustled downstairs. I met them at the front door and Grace handed me her Polaroid camera. I had never used one before, but it seemed easy enough. They posed together in the entryway, Katherine on the right with her hip cocked to one side and a devilish grin. Grace stood on the left and adopted a serene, angelic pose. And Lucy stood in the middle with her legs apart, her arms wrapped around each friend's shoulders, and the biggest smile on her face. I took a moment to appreciate the six adorable nipples poking up at me, then I looked through the viewfinder and said, "everyone say 'trick-or-treat'!" They had me take three, so each girl could have one copy. When the last flash went off, the girls came running and huddled around watching for the image to appear. I was hit by an intoxicating scent and tried not to gawk at their scantily clad bodies while we waited. Like magic, about a minute later, an image of three woefully underdressed girls appeared in my hand. I took one last look at it, then reluctantly handed it over. That single photograph could have sustained my erotic fantasies for years! Lucy must have sensed my disappointment because she then made a suggestion. "Hey, why don't we take a picture for Mikey?" she proposed. "After all, we wouldn't have made it without him!" She then decided I should be in the picture with Grace and Katherine on either side. It didn't make any sense from a theming standpoint, but I wasn't going to argue. She positioned me in front of the door where the lighting was best then told Katherine and Grace to go stand next to me. I stood awkwardly in the middle, suddenly too shy to even look at the girls, much less touch them. Grace hugged her harp to her chest and stared at the ground again while Katherine pulled her cape around her. Apparently, the sudden shyness was spreading. Lucy was having none of it. She cajoled the girls into a better pose and said, "Remember what we talked about?" Reluctantly, they both corrected their costumes, effectively baring their chests for the picture. Then Lucy ordered them to put an arm around me. First Grace, then Katherine complied and I, hardly knowing how to respond, gently lifted my arms to hug their shoulders. They both seemed to relax at that, so I did too. Then Lucy lined up the viewfinder and said, "On the count of 3, everyone, say 'girlfriend'! 1-2-3!" Grace and Katherine both called out "girlfriend!" then erupted in a chorus of laughter after the flash went off. I, too, had tried to say it, I really did. But the resulting picture proved otherwise. It showed my mouth agape and nowhere near the shape of the word "girlfriend". Still, the girls looked great. They were both smiling perfectly in the picture and posing for the camera like professional models. Their barely encased breasts with high beams showing were the highlight of the picture. Lucy presented it to me as reward for my contribution. I still treasure that picture to this day and often take it out whenever I feel like...reminiscing. Katherine and Grace then went onto the porch eager to get started, but Lucy tarried. "I don't know if I can do this, Mikey!' she said nervously. I knew she was talking about her dare. To complete it, she had to go trick-or-treating in her costume with no underwear. That alone would have been embarrassing enough, but since accepting the dare, the situation had only deteriorated. Her center seam had unraveled even further. The gap now started well below her waist and only a couple inches above her pussy. She had resorted to regularly pulling the top halves back together to keep her boobs from popping out. "You're doing great, Goosey." I assured her. "Don't worry, you'll be done trick-or-treating before you know it and back here with a huge sack of candy." That seemed to motivate her. I was sure to add, "But don't forget. That's just the first half of your dare." She grinned and said with fierce determination, "Don't worry, I know I still owe you two. I haven't forgotten. And I never fail!" She gave me a hug and as she turned away to step out the door, I got to appreciate her spectacular bottom once more. That's when I noticed the rear seam at the small of her back was starting to unravel and a gap was forming. All that tugging in front must have been putting too much strain on the back. I briefly considered warning her but figured it would only make her more anxious. So, I just let her go. I doubted anybody would be looking at the small of her back when there were other much more interesting parts of her body on display. Once the girls were gone, I checked on the pot pie. It was finished, so I switched the oven to "keep warm". Then, still on trick-or-treating duty, I returned to the living room. I stared at my new Polaroid picture of Katherine and Grace, my own personal angel and devil, who I knew for a fact thought I was cute. I still had rather strong urge to, ahem, take care of myself. But I had already decided to tough it out and wanted to see if I could make it the rest of the evening. I suspected it was somehow contributing to my feelings of euphoria and I sure didn't want to risk the feeling ending. The girls were gone for well over an hour. I was beginning to wonder how much candy those pumpkins could possibly hold. When they finally did return, they rang our own doorbell and gave me a pretty good idea of how every house interaction must have gone. "Trick-or-treat" they yelled when I opened the door. Their pumpkins were already overflowing with candy. I couldn't imagine being able to fit even a single additional candy corn inside. It looks like Katherine had decided to take good advantage of her cape to protect her little boobies from prying eyes. Similarly, Grace hugged her harp, the cardboard doing a pretty good job concealing her plump little treasures. Unfortunately, poor little Lucy had no such accessories to hide behind. In fact, things had taken a terrible turn for her. She had lost the battle with her seam and her costume was now split completely in two, from top to bottom. The white and black fabric which had originally encased her growing breasts, now ran uselessly down either side of her. Her smooth stomach and abdomen were similarly exposed. Even the mound of her pussy, which had previously been encased in delicate strips of fabric was now hanging bare. Instead, the fabric bunched up on each side of her pussy lips and framed them. If anything, the fabric squeezed them together and made them even more prominent. The little extra wrinkle at the top of her cleft was also more prominent than I had ever seen and the whole thing was covered in a sheen of moisture. I wondered how many houses she had gone to with her boobs exposed and her little pussy bulging out like that. How many times had she been forced to meekly lift her pumpkin to receive a neighbor's treat, then treating them right back with the sight of her naked bottom as she turned and walked away? It must have been utterly humiliating having her costume gradually disintegrate around her as they traveled from house to house. But to her credit, she had completed her task and honored the dare; well, the first half, at least. It felt like midnight but was only around 10:00. The girls were hungry but wanted to change out of their costumes before dinner. I was a bit bummed at that. I had been hoping to see more of the girls in their skimpy costumes. But Lucy was desperate to put something else on and Grace said she was sick of running into things and wanted to take her wings off. So, while I set the table, they ran upstairs to change. Katherine was the first to emerge. Sadly, my personal devil was gone and the cute girl with regular play clothes had returned. I was disappointed to see she was wearing her training bra under her shirt. But she was still a knockout. Grace came down soon after, also wearing play clothes and a bra, and I started to wonder if the spell had been broken and the girls were done with their daring adventures. Did that mean evening excitement was over? Had I been holding out hope for nothing? I should have known better. Lucy still had half a dare to complete, and she wasn't going to fail. Lucy emerged last and we started eating. We devoured the pot pie; no surprise as it was so late, and even an extra box of mac and cheese I had made. Then the girls started into their candy. I guess all that sugar gave them an energy boost because they then started brainstorming things to do next. Someone suggested a scary movie, but we didn't own any scary movies and had no way to get to Blockbuster. Besides, all the scary movies were surely checked out by then. One of the neighbor ladies had been rude to them earlier. She had called the girls "harlots" and slammed the door in their faces. They wanted to go do a trick on her house. I didn't mind. The old lady sounded like a bitch. But they couldn't think of anything good to do to her. Then someone said tonight was supposed to be a party. Why not play a party game? That's when Lucy, with a gleam in her eye, dropped a bomb. She excitedly asked, "Hey girls, have you ever played Blind Squirrel?"

Dare Me - The Lost Swimsuit Saga by neverdoubted Dare Me - The Lost Swimsuit Saga (Part 10) Had she been thinking clearly, she would have focused her energies, and her right hand, on untying one of the knots immobilizing her. Surely with a calm, concerted effort, she could have figured out how to get herself loose. But stricken with panic at finding herself in a naked predicament in a public place, her mind demanded she give the sudden loss of clothing her full attention. With her left hand attached uselessly to the netting above her, she only had one hand free to try and get to her sarong. She stretched her right hand as far as she could but was simply too high off the ground to reach it. The white and red cover-up, her only article of clothing, was lying in a heap just below her naked dangling body, almost taunting her. Desperately, she thrashed her whole body again and again in an attempt to somehow extend or drop herself a little lower. She looked like some sexy little mermaid who had just traded her tail in for human legs. But instead of meeting some handsome prince and living happily ever after, she had managed to get her naked body entangled in a fisherman's net. A spotlight had formerly shined upon the lovely mermaids advertising barnacle guard. They were now overshadowed by the newest attraction at Riviera Dave's Bait Shop: the naked catch of the day! Her flat stomach sucked in and out partially from the exertion and partially from her panicked out-of-control breathing. If she wasn't careful, she was going to hyperventilate. She had to keep pushing her blonde hair out of her face with her one free hand. But hanging at an awkward sideways angle, every time she looked down to spot the sarong, some unruly strands would tumble wildly out of control. She grunted in frustration after her vision got obscured one too many times. That girl really needed a hairband or something. Every muscle on her fit body flexed with effort. But she was no match for Sailor Dave's knots and her clothing prize remained just out of reach. Her little bare toes were too cute in the way they scrambled for purchase on the linoleum floor. Surely, at some point, she would get the bright idea to use her right foot to grasp the sarong with her toes and lift it up to her hand, I thought. I decided I had better act now and remove the temptation before she figured that one out. But before I made my move, I paused to admire her alluring naked form from a distance. Her right foot was stretched into a point, like a dancer poised mid-pirouette. The calf and thigh muscles of her right leg were utter perfection. She had taken up jogging as a hobby in the hopes of making the track team someday and her young, classically sculpted legs were a natural result. Her left leg was folded in half by the nefarious rope, but I was still able to appreciate where her legs joined together. As I approached, my gaze remained trained directly between her legs. Her left leg was hiked up above the rest of her sideways body, causing her thighs to be hopelessly spread in a very unladylike fashion. Her unprotected pussy spread open wide as a result, exposing every intimate detail of her developing womanhood. I had seen more than a few glimpses of her little flower since she began developing down there. So, believe it or not, I was actually more enthralled by a different opening at that particular moment. Despite all the times I had seen my sister naked, I couldn't recall ever seeing her with her legs spread. And for the first time in my life, I saw her cute little wrinkled asshole peeking out at me. Damn if that girl didn't somehow manage to even make an asshole look adorable! Lucy's fighting spirit faded. Either she was tiring, or she was coming to accept the futility of the struggle. She drooped lifeless for a moment with her right hand hanging straight down in defeat. She allowed all her muscles to relax, only her right leg remained flexed, keeping her big toe anchored to the ground to reduce the dizzying sway. Hanging sideways, the outer curve of her perky right boob was slightly lower than the rest of her still heaving chest. Her pink nipples stood proud and stiff, another humiliating reminder of her total nakedness. And of course, even relaxed, her pink flower sat fully bloomed and on display. Her wild eyes perked up when she saw me approaching. It was as if she had temporarily forgotten about me and was relieved to be reminded of my existence. Her cheeks were flushed, either from so much exertion with her head almost upside-down or from embarrassment at being stuck hanging naked; probably some mixture of both. Then she noticed I was staring between her legs, and quickly moved to cover her nakedness with the only thing she had left to use, her free hand. She held her hand clamped tightly over her pussy in a desperate attempt to preserve a tiny scrap of modesty. This new pose somehow made her look even more humiliated than before. "Mikey, quick! Get me down! He's going to hurrrt meeeee!" she squealed. "Now, Goosey," I admonished, "You heard Mr. Dave, he's just going to help you get a nice, close shave. Don't you worry. I wouldn't let him hurt you." Any fleeting thoughts that I was here to help were dashed. But her disappointment turned back into hope when she saw me pick up her sarong and shake it out. "Yes!" she cried, "Quick! At least put my wrap back on before he comes back." "Your wrap?" I said, teasingly. "I believe it was our souvenir money that paid for this stupid thing. So, that would make it our wrap." For the second time in a matter of seconds, her hopes were dashed, and even incapacitated as she was, I could still detect her naked shoulders slumping in defeat. "I will make you a deal, though," I offered in trade, "you be on your best behavior when Mr. Dave gets back. Hold real still and do whatever he asks, ok? And when he's done, I will consider letting you wear your wrap for a while. Deal?" She nodded her head vigorously. What else choice did she have? I patted her on the head with a patronizing "good girl". As I started to fold up her sarong, an extremely small movement caught my eye, and I looked down to investigate. The fingers of her right hand were making the tiniest little motion. It was so subtle I might have missed it if I didn't know what I was looking at. But my practiced eye could tell immediately that Lucy…was pleasuring herself! It's kind of a long story, but I had watched her masturbate before, more than once, and I recognized her technique, no matter how covert. "Lucy Marie Jenkins," I chastised with my face screwed up in disapproval, "you know you're not allowed to play with yourself while you're in the middle of a dare!" "Mikey, no!" she cried as she watched me walk over to the rope counter, "it was an accident. Please!" "Accident or no, you just can't be trusted." I said with a disappointed shake of my head. I could tell she wanted to argue, but she had no leg to stand on. Figuratively, I mean. Technically, she was still standing on one bare leg. Well, more dangling than standing, but you get the point. Using one of the new knots Sailor Dave had just taught me, I made a loop in the rope and walked up to her. She tensed up initially, looking like she was going to try and resist. But she was trapped with no way to run away and very few options. I held the rope up menacingly like I was going to spank her bare leg with it if she didn't comply. I didn't even have to go through with the threat. She yelped then immediately held out her one remaining free wrist in total acquiescence. I tightened the loop around her wrist then looked around for the perfect spot on the net to immobilize her hand as punishment. I decided, for symmetry, to extend her arm straight out beside her. Now, if her two hands were hands on a clock, she was signaling 9:00! Each of her limbs were more or less pointing in a different direction that way. With both arms now outstretched, it left her armpits open and unprotected. With no way to fight back, I couldn’t resist to send my hands sliding down her arms to her sides. She let out an uncontrolled giggle at my brief impromptu tickling. But then she momentarily forgot herself, closed her eyes, and shivered in delight when I let my fingers roam onto the swell of her breasts and gently graze her engorged nipples. "Wait, where are you going?" she asked in surprise when she opened her eyes again only to find me walking away from the clearing. I turned back to look at her. Even from some distance away, I could see a new sheen of slick moisture coating her naked pussy mound. Her body's little factory was finally up to temperature. A little more pressure and she would be churning out the most spectacular diamonds in no time. I almost thought it too much to leave her hanging alone and naked like that with her body heating up and all her most intimate little girl parts spread and exposed. But I was on a roll. I had to listen to my own creative juices on the matter. "I'm just going to do some browsing until Mr. Dave gets back with his kit. You'll be fine," I replied. Turning with a wink, I added, "Just hang in there!" She didn't laugh at my joke. She looked like she wanted to whine and stomp her foot, but instead could only resume struggling against her bonds with a greater urgency. "NO, MIKEEEE! Please? You can't leave me here!" She cried out in real alarm when I was almost out of sight, "What if someone else comes along and sees...sees my....everything!" "You should have thought of that before you broke the rules and started playing with yourself." I replied matter-of-factly, "just give them your brightest Lucy smile in greeting. They'll be so distracted by you flashing your smile, maybe they won't even notice that you're flashing everything else!" The last thing I heard as I walked out of range was a steady high-pitched "Mikeeeeeeeeeee" until it was drowned out by the pleasant store music coming from some speakers overhead. Dare Me - The Lost Swimsuit Saga (Part 11) I wasn't in the least bit interested in shopping, of course. It was just an excuse to clear her sarong from the area. Instead, I made my way around the department and found a spot in a nearby aisle where I could covertly peek through some shelves unnoticed. I saw my naked sister still hanging right where I had left her, on display and in the spotlight. She would be very hard to miss were any lucky shopper to happen by. Without me around, she had given up whining and had mostly stopped trying to shake herself free. Forsaken and alone, she only made occasional half-hearted liberation attempts. She would use different muscle groups each time in case some random untried combination held the key to her escape. But each cute flex of her muscles was thwarted by the unyielding ropes holding her fast. She remained alert the whole time and jumped at every sound, no matter how small. Her wild eyes would look all around trying to identify the source. Her preservation instinct was in high gear and had to be wearing on her poor little nerves. Every motion or sound could mean her demeaning predicament was no longer a secret. It had to be only a matter of time before some lucky shopper found her. Her attention was drawn to the unfortunate situation between her legs. She was still feeling the effects of the recent manual stimulation down there and her body had responded by producing even more moisture. Unable to use her hands, she instead raised her free leg to temporarily close her thighs. For a moment, she was able to bring her outer pussy lips together. She made a much more demure and innocent sight this way. Her young, slightly plump mound formed into a thin line, curving to disappear between her legs. One of the softest places on her body had to be that adorable little cleft at the very top of her pussy. Maybe it was the change in position. Maybe lifting her right leg improved blood circulation to her center. Or maybe closing her thighs was able to provide just a tiny amount of pressure and stimulation her sex organs were aching for. Whatever it was, it seemed to help with the throbbing ache between her clenched thighs. She let out a contented sigh at the momentary relief. Unfortunately, despite her well-tone jogging muscles, keeping her unsupported leg up next to the bound one for more than a few seconds proved impossible. As her strength faltered, she regretfully dropped her right foot back to the ground. Like opening the cover of the world's sexiest book, her outer lips were drawn apart once again. She could hide behind whatever visage she thought would mask her inner struggle from the world. But she could not hide the truth written all over those fleshy inner pages. Her juicy inner sanctum was shaded in darker pinks and wetness overflowed to spread onto her mound and beyond. The copious amounts of moisture her aroused body was churning out had to go somewhere. Every passing breath of air playing coolly upon her newly moistened skin and overheated flesh and made her squirm anew. Being utterly incapacitated, she could only thrust her pelvis uselessly to meet the air. The cruel open air responded with nothing more than gentle kisses against her wanton naked sex. Even her stiff nipples were off limits and frustratingly out of her reach. She twisted and squirmed, trying everything to alleviate the ache in her loins. She worked the muscles of her core in an alluring rippling motion, and I could make out something flexing within the recesses of her feminine folds. I was too far away to get a good look at it, but I wondered if perhaps that was the elusive button I had been theorizing about; the one that operated her diamond factory. It made sense to me that she would have specialized parts and muscles down there. I mean, As built differently as I was, I was somewhat able to control my own equipment when I was excited (not that it's any of your business). But it was just a theory. I thought maybe I could research it further at the library when we got back from our vacation. After a rather unproductive session spent squirming and thrusting, she grunted in frustration and paused. She tossed her head to try and clear the hair from her face. That was only a marginally more successful effort. She looked up and wiggled the toes of her bent left leg as if she were trying to improve the blood circulation to her foot. Her leg had been hiked up above her head for some time now and I wondered if she was starting to lose feeling in that extremity. The rope holding her did not look to have been tightened for cruelty and she did not show any signs of painful distress. Dave was quite effective with his knots, but he was very efficient and did nothing unnecessarily. It wasn't biting into her flesh in any painful way that I could tell. I think she was just uncomfortable from being stuck in the same position for so long. Her neck also appeared to be fatiguing from the strain of holding up her head in such an awkward position. In between frantic scans for intruders, she would lower her head to rest it on her outstretched arm. But she would jump back to attention when some other phantom sound reached her ears. It was during one of those episodes, a short time later, when her luck ran out and the poor little horny mermaid was finally discovered. Dare Me - The Lost Swimsuit Saga (Part 12) I couldn't have planned it any better if I had tried. A fisherman, or rather a boy, around Lucy's age came waltzing around the corner completely unaware of the unbelievable scene that awaited him. He looked every bit the part. He was wearing one of those beige vests covered in pockets. He even had a matching hat with lures hooked all over it. On cue, she raised her head to the sound of his approaching footfalls like she had already done so many times before. I think she was caught off-guard when it wasn't a false alarm this time. The boy was equally surprised to find a cute naked girl hanging spread-eagle before him. His tall boots, which were made to grip slippery rocks, made a loud squeaking sound as he skidded to a halt. Lucy's eyes went as wide as saucers, and she sucked in a sharp breath and held it. They locked eyes and stared in shock at each other for a few silent seconds; neither one daring to even blink or breathe. Her unmatched beauty was apparent despite her unusual position and lack of clothes; or maybe because of it. Her piercing blue eyes shined brightly and unblinking at him through her dangling strands blonde hair. Her mouth hung open as if she had been in the middle of speaking a word, but no words came out. If anything, her disheveled appearance may have contributed to the idea that she really was some wild sea creature who had been hauled ashore against her will. But her breasts would never be mistaken for a fish. Her parted pussy lips and playfully winking asshole left no doubt that she was all human and all female. Suddenly, the store bell gonged loudly overhead and broke the stalemate. The boy, who looked equally as scared at having encountered Lucy as she was of him, unexpectedly spun around and bolted from sight. I could only guess at why he had run away. Maybe her impressive naked physiology was too much for him to take and scared him off. If so, he wouldn't be back. But it was more likely he was running to tell someone else what he had found. In that case, he very well could come back with any number of others in tow. I suspected the second scenario the most likely of the two. Lucy must have been thinking the same thing and had come to the same conclusion. If her secret shame was out, she didn't have any time to waste. She began thrashing violently and with renewed urgency. Now she really did resemble a fish caught in a net desperate to somehow break free. She grunted through gritted teeth, lifting her free foot off the ground once again and trying to kick the rope free from her other leg. But that accomplished nothing except to cause her to swing dizzyingly against the netting and make her lightheaded. She had to put her foot back down to steady herself and keep from passing out. She continued trying everything else she could think of to avoid another humiliating encounter with that boy. If by some miracle she was able to free herself, whomever the boy brought back would conclude he was telling fantastical tales. Perhaps they would look at the mermaids on the signage selling barnacle guard and assume the boy's pubescent mind had produced a fantasy and the naked girl caught in a net was nothing more than a figment of his overactive imagination. Their meeting, no matter how humiliating, had been brief. The only thing that would make it worse would be for him to return and for Lucy to be subjected to even more embarrassing exposure. Poor girl. Despite her best efforts, nothing in the way of a last second escape transpired. The boy did return not much later dragging his big brother behind him. And she was not a figment of his imagination. Despite all her thrashing, he arrived to find the girl just as secured, just as spread open, and just as naked as he had described it to his brother. The only thing she had managed to change in the interim was to make herself out of breath and even more disheveled looking. When the two boys appeared, she stopped struggling and froze. Her wide eyes met the older boy who was enjoying his first sight of her humiliating naked display. The younger brother stood with a huge, satisfied smile on his face, like he had just hauled in the biggest fish of the trip. The older brother looked to be at least my age or older - in his mid to late teens. He was dressed in exactly the same fisherman's outfit. They must have been here on some kind of family fishing trip. He was tall and strapping with a mop of slightly curly black hair. I'm sure Lucy would consider him cute. In another setting, she would have been flirting and fawning all over him. But she was in no position to flirt. No position to do much of anything but hang there and exhibit her naked body’s every secret for him. Defeated, she dropped her eyes to stare at the floor, letting her hair fall to partially obscure her blushing face; the only form of privacy she could summon. But she could still feel their eyes roaming all over her naked body, taking in every exposed inch of her burgeoning femininity, especially her glistening pink flower. She couldn't even stop it from occasionally twitching from arousal. "Ahoy!" a voice barked at the group from out of nowhere. Sailor Dave had a knack for catching you by surprise. I guess that was a valuable talent for a fisherman to possess. He was carrying a wide-mouthed metal pail along with another package that had to be the shaving kit. "Sorry for the delay. Gotta cast while they’re bitin'. Had a customer, a slick city busy-ness man - wants to impress a client. Offered me a few hundred dollars to make him look the part of a real fisherman. Only, he don't know the first thing about fishing. Only way he's gonna end the day with a fish is if he starts out the day with two, he-he!" Dave sat down his supplies before turning to greet the fan club Lucy’s naked charms had attracted. "And who do we have here?" he asked, approaching the boys too quickly for someone with such a crooked gait. They were still a little overwhelmed by the whole situation and when they didn't respond immediately, he filled in the silence with his own narrative. "Silent type, eh? Don't blame you. Round here, you open your mouth, you're libel to catch a hook, he-he! I suppose you'll wanna be watching the demonstration?" Any demonstration involving a naked tied-up girl, they would gladly volunteer to watch. They both nodded their heads assuredly. Like lightning, he lashed out at the younger boy and gripped him firmly by the chin, scrutinizing his face for a moment. Then he turned to the older one and did the same thing. "Young'n don't look ready yet," he said to the older boy, "but you got enough years on you. Might as well both of ye stick around. If you've never seen a shave with a straight razor, you're in for a real treat. It'll change yer life!" Lucy had remained silent and still throughout this rather one-sided exchange. But then he flipped open the lid of the kit and pulled out the strop. When he snapped the sturdy piece of leather against itself with a loud crack, she couldn't suppress her fearful yip. It had fed her unfounded fear of getting spanked. The younger boy let out a snicker at her reaction. But the older boy was too busy enjoying the way it made her naked bits jiggle enticingly to react. I left my hiding place and decided to join the presentation area. I didn't want to be too far away and miss a thing! So, tucking the sarong easily into my pocket, I retraced my steps intending to come up from behind them. By the time I made it around the department and got there, a couple more observers had joined the group. They were a couple of local fishermen; old-timers who knew Dave and had just wandered over to join the fray. Lucy glanced over when I arrived, but there was so much going on by then that she didn't give me much beyond that. The greater, more imminent threat demanding her full attention had to be Mr. Dave. He worked with the manual dexterity one would expect from a life-long sailor. He had threaded countless lures onto fishing line by moonlight. And he seemed to know his way around a simple straight razor shaving kit. He unpacked the kit with cool efficiency. After using the hook at the end of the strop to hang it onto the netting behind him, he pulled out a fancy white ceramic bowl with gold inlay. I later learned the bowl is called a scuttle. Next came a short, stocky brush full of soft-looking bristles. He extracted an exotic dark bottle of something from the kit box and set it on the counter nearby. Then he pulled out the most important object of all, the straight razor. With a flick of the rich ivory handle, a long, rectangular, silver blade flipped out with a satisfying "shoosh". It sure looked plenty sharp already. But what did I know? Sailor Dave held it aloft for a moment, scrutinizing it in the bright light. He sure knew how to put on a show. He must have felt it needed a bit more polish and stepped up to the strop. With a practiced, back-and-forth motion, he drew the blade up and down the thick leather repeatedly until it had a gleaming, impossibly sharp edge. I marveled at the specialized piece of equipment perfectly designed to do one thing and one thing well; separate a person's hair from their skin in the closest manner possible. Lucy had been watching the proceedings silently and with a look of sheer terror. She did not want that blade to come anywhere near her virginal body. A razor had never slid across her flawless skin, and she didn't know what to expect. But what could she do to stop him now? Her only option was to dig deep down and just somehow find some way to endure it. I had been shaving my face for some time with those plastic disposable razors. So, I kind of knew what to expect. Despite the menacing image that razor presented, I'm sure, if she remained still like I had ordered, she was in no real danger of getting hurt. Mr. Dave seemed to know what he was doing. The old-timers started razzing Dave; asking if he was qualified to handle such a sharp blade. He got distracted by their verbal teasing and started throwing his own insults back. All the while, Lucy could do nothing but hang there naked while they exchanged jabs. At one point, one of them asked him to explain his naked little mermaid. To her great embarrassment, Dave explained how little Lucy had lost her swimsuit and had then asked for a shave so she wouldn't have to get a bikini wax. When he said she had volunteered to help him demonstrate his deluxe shaving kit (for sale on aisle 4, if you're interested), they were more than happy to stick around and watch. Why not? You can catch a fish any day, right? How often do you get to watch something like this? Dave threw a small towel over his shoulder and moved over to retrieve the water pail, which I guessed was made for holding live bait or maybe crawdads or shrimp. It had a handle and I estimated would hold about two gallons. Grabbing the handle, he said he had to run and get some warm water and would be right back. By the time he returned, Lucy's audience had swelled by two more. Two fly fishermen with their long, fancy fly poles had joined the group. Lucy had to hang there naked and exposed and listen to these new customers receive the story of how the naked careless girl, who couldn’t even keep up with a simple swimsuit, had volunteered for Riviera Dave's close shave demonstration in the process. He would have been finished setting up by now if he didn't stop to gab so much. It felt like he had a joke response ready or piece of sage advice for every statement that was spoken. He had just finished getting everything in perfect position when yet another customer arrived. He was just some lucky shopper in plain clothes who had happened upon the proceedings. Of course, Dave had to tell the story again. Like any good fisherman, he tended to embellish it with each retelling. By now large parts of the story were incorrect or exaggerated, but Lucy was too shy in her naked suspended state to dare open her mouth now in front of seven strangers and try to correct the record. She just stood there poised on one foot with her whole body prepared and spread for the impending deed. I'm sure by now she silently wished Dave would shut up, stop talking about giving her a shave, and get on with actually doing it already! When the story was finished, the man shrewdly decided to stick around and watch the show. So much time had passed, I wondered if the water in the pail hadn't gone cold by now. I wasn't even sure what Dave was planning to do with that water. Was he going to dump it on her? I knew how much she hated being cold. Oh well, it couldn't be helped now. Dave picked up the ceramic bowl, the scuttle, which I could now see wasn't empty. It was actually full almost to the rim with a solid substance, a powder or soap of some sort. Dipping the brush into the water to get it nice and wet, he started whipping it around the surface of the bowl. He kept whipping until the solid material was worked up into a rich fluffy lather. All the while, he extolled the virtues of this wonderful kit (for sale on aisle four, if you weren't listening before. Don't delay, they won’t last long!) When the hand-whipped shaving cream was ready, he pulled out the brush. The bristles were heavy-laden with white lather. Without even bothering to ask Lucy if she was ready, he lashed out his hand and painted a white stripe down the front of his demonstration partner’s leg. That struck me as odd. I guess I had assumed he was going to merely shave her pubic area, something that wouldn't take more than a minute or so. But Sailor Dave had other plans. He was going to demonstrate the effectiveness of his kit by shaving both her legs also! He kept painting, dipping back in for more lather as he went until her entire right leg from her pelvis down to her ankle was completely white. Then he kicked the bucket into position beneath her. Lucy couldn't watch. She turned her head and squeezed her eyes closed adorably as the blade moved in. Her downy soft leg hairs were hardly worth the trouble. But that wasn't about to stop old Dave. The blade made soft scraping sounds as he deftly swiped down her leg. Everywhere it slid, the cream was stripped away; presumably along with her body hair and perhaps the top layer of her skin. It looked to be that sharp! Every little bit, he would dunk the razor into the bucket to rinse it off. He only slowed down slightly over her kneecap to make sure he didn't knick her. The viewing gallery was reduced to a murmur of awe as he knelt down to expertly remove every last hair from her straight right leg. Standing up and appraising his work, he grabbed the brush and began working up another batch of lather. Her left leg, being folded in half, looked like it would be a little trickier. But he attacked it without hesitation and was able to make quick work even with all the extra bends and crevasses. Now for the moment of truth. He had been working around her bikini area the whole time, focusing on her extremities. It was one thing to have your legs shaved by someone else. But it was something entirely different to trust your most sensitive and private parts to someone you just met who was wielding a long sharp blade. But Lucy, perhaps emboldened by her experience so far, adopted a look of fierce determination. She hadn't been cut so far and could see the finish line now. She just had to get through this next part. She did tense visibly and squeezed her eyes shut when he scooped up a heavy dallop then pointed the brush directly at her most tender parts. She accidentally let out a sexy little gasp when the soft wet bristles made contact with her moist sex. Everyone noticed. It was the first sound she had made since the whole thing began. Her body betrayed her, and her resolve faltered. She began writhing erotically as he moved the brush in a slow circular motion. I could tell the bristles were too stimulating and she couldn't help herself. Despite the audience, she thrust her pelvis lewdly forward in a desperate attempt to get the brush to push that magic button I knew was somewhere inside her, the one that made her diamonds. But the brush didn't stay in one spot very long and despite her best efforts, she couldn't make enough contact before it was already moving away. He continued brushing outward in ever-larger circles until everything from her thighs almost to her belly button was coated in the thick white substance. Then he moved behind her and painted her ripe bottom; even the part where her butt crack came together to form her wrinkled little hole. Before he could shave the cream away, a new voice interrupted the proceedings. "There you are," said the perturbed voice. I surmised it was the boys' father since he was dressed exactly like them in the same beige fishing outfit. "Our boat's about to leave and I've been looking everywhere fo...what the hell?" Dare Me - The Lost Swimsuit Saga (Part 13) The man was understandably confused at what he had stumbled upon. His eyes bulged when he first noticed the topless young lady wearing what looked like the world's strangest pair of shorts and suspended by some ropes. He kept looking back and forth between her and his sons, but I noticed his gaze lingering longer on Lucy each cycle. His quick-thinking older son spoke first. "Hey, dad, remember when you said I could spend my birthday money however I want? We'll they're giving a special demonstration of their shaving kit. It's for sale on aisle four. I think I might want to buy one when this is over." The younger brother joined the fray, "I haven't spent my money from grandma yet. I want one too!" That surprised the dad. He was pretty sure his younger son didn't even shave yet. It must be some demonstration to make both his kids want to spend their funds to get one! When he paused to think, Riviera Dave interjected. "You're welcome to stick around, cap'n." he offered, "but you better hustle on over to aisle four. We'll be sold out in no time when this is over, I guarantee you that. Now, where were we?" The father was still processing the scene and appeared to be conflicted. Dave didn't wait for a response but returned to shaving Lucy. With regular swipes, he removed the cream from her abdomen. When he realized she was more than just topless, the father's mouth dropped open. Making up his mind, he leaned in and spoke softly to his boys. "Ok, we can stay. But don't tell your mother about this." With the skill of a surgeon, Dave slowed his hand when he came to the top of her perfect cleft. Working deliberately and with great care, he scraped his way down her already smooth labia. Gradually, more and more of her freshly shaved mound came into view until her whole pink pussy was once again bared to the group. He continued working around all the tiny curves and crevasses between her legs including her adorable anus. By the time he was finished, I think the father was considering buying a kit for himself. Too bad the demonstration model girl wasn't included! The group had been standing somewhat in a semi-circle equidistant from the hanging girl on display. Up to this point, only Mr. Dave had come any closer to her than about 15 feet. That buffer was breached when he motioned the younger brother to come closer. Picking up the dark green bottle he said, "I need an assistant for this next part." The boy, having apparently recovered from his initial shyness of being around a naked girl, approached eagerly until he was close enough to touch her. Lucy eyed him nervously but couldn't move away or prevent whatever was about to happen next; neither could she in any way prevent his hungry eyes from learning up-close about every secret her body possessed. Dave asked the boy if he had ever used aftershave. When he said "no", Dave pantomimed what to do. He pretended to sprinkle some liquid from the bottle onto his own hands then patted the boy's cheeks firmly as if he had just finished shaving. To Lucy's great dismay, he then instructed the boy to go around and apply aftershave to everywhere the razor had already been on her. Lucy clearly did not like Dave giving this boy permission to be pawing all over her bare body. While the boy scrambled to peel away the plastic wrapping around the cap of the bottle, Dave unexpectedly grabbed the scuttle and began working up yet another lather. This confounded both Lucy and me. He had already shorn away every hair from her body below the neck, right? What use could he possibly have for more lather? She looked up in fear as his shadow fell over her sideways face. Was he going to shave her head next?! The boy got the bottle open and sprinkled some liquid out until it coated his hands. Kneeling beneath her, he reached out and applied the first dose starting at her ankle. Lucy, having had no previous experience with aftershave, was initially shocked by the brief burning sensation shooting up her leg. She flinched and jerked her leg away momentarily. She looked down in alarm that her leg might be on fire or something. But all she saw was a very happy boy eagerly patting his way up her calf muscle. Meanwhile, Dave was still stirring the brush in the bowl and studying her upper body. I realized he was looking at her armpits for signs of hair. Even though he saw nothing but bare Lucy skin, I guess he decided to go ahead and shave her there too. He didn't seem the type to leave a job half-finished. With the batch of lather whipped into just the right consistency, he stuck the brush directly into her left armpit. Lucy gasped when the brush contacted the sensitive underside of her arm. Then she giggled as Dave tickled the soft bristles up and down her armpit to spread the lather. Just then the boy, who had sprinkled out a fresh coat of aftershave, resumed his patting. He had finished her lower leg and moved above her knee. A myriad of emotions flashed on the trapped girl's face as the continuous assault to her senses overstimulated her nerve endings. A wince of pain from the aftershave hitting her sensitive thigh, then a brief giggle which caused her hanging breasts to jiggle enticingly. Then fear as the gleaming razor blade flashed in front of her face and landed on the skin of her armpit. Then embarrassment as she glanced up at the audience watching her naked ordeal play out. Then arousal when she realized this cute boy was now close enough that she could feel his breath on her freshly shaved pussy mound. And the whole time, a blush stayed on her cheeks, advertising her true feelings of utter humiliation. The boy didn't stop when he reached the top of her leg. He simply kept going moving his hands right up onto her rump. It didn't take him long to notice how her bottom jiggled adorably in response to his pats. Before long he was happily pattering a rhythm upon the bulging bottom of his naked plaything. Lucy gasped at the boy's intimate incursion. Her glistening flower flexed involuntarily as he continued his gentle spanking. Dave was finished with her left armpit and began brushing the lather onto her right. She giggled again, but her arm was trapped in an extended state, and she could not stop his brush from moving wherever he wanted it to go. Always the salesman, he called out a question to the boy loud enough for the audience to hear. "She's smoother than silk now, wouldn't you say?" The boy nodded a hearty agreement. He was in heaven. In his opinion, Lucy's supple bare skin was the best thing that ever existed! He looked over at his brother with a huge grin on his face. The brother glared back at him jealously. As an alcohol-based liquid, aftershave evaporates quickly and leaves behind only clean, dry skin. So, when the boy moved around to Lucy's front to deliver the next batch, he was surprised to find something wet. "Um, excuse me, Mr. Riviera," he said, nodding to the drop of mysterious liquid slowly running down her thigh. Her little moisture engine had kicked back into high gear from all the manual stimulation and overflowed its bounds. The oblivious boy thought something was wrong with her. Mr. Dave paused his shaving hand and appraised the situation. "Sprung a leak, have we?" he observed, peering intently between her legs. I could tell she was trying to keep control of herself down there. But to her great embarrassment, she couldn’t stop her pussy from making an involuntary spasm at that moment and another line of wetness escaped her rather juicy interior. It rolled down to join the first drops. With a wink, Dave whipped the small towel off his shoulder and handed it to the boy with instructions to "swab the deck and get back to work". The boy dragged the towel up her thigh to wipe off her uncontrolled secretion. When he got to her pussy mound, I'm sure he could feel her heat even through the towel. He got to spend the rest of his time alternating between applying aftershave and staying on Lucy juice duty. When Dave was finished with her pits, he started to pack up the kit while the boy moved into position to apply aftershave up top. She closed her eyes and shivered when his bare hands made contact with the newly shaved areas under her arms. But her eyes snapped back open in shock when she felt his hands sliding down to cup her bare breasts. It was unnecessary since Dave hadn't shaved there, but I guess her forbidden fruits hanging so enticingly within arm’s reach capped by those adorable pink nipples were just too much of a temptation for a young man to pass up. He and Lucy were practically face to face. They locked eyes as he sampled a real live girl's breasts for the first time in his life. From the look of sheer euphoria on his face, I think she made him a boob man for life. I caught him giving them a little squeeze then he moved his fingertips to sample her nipples. Lucy was either too polite or too shy to stop him, but I felt he had crossed a line. He was no longer assisting Rivera Dave with his presentation. He was now fondling my sister's tits for his own amusement. My sister was too good for this weasel. He may spend the rest of his life pursuing it, but I doubted he will ever experience a nicer pair than he got to feel that day. I started to step up to remove the boy's hands and protect my sister, but Dave beat me to it. The boy let go of her little boobies when he heard Dave's voice addressing the crowd. "There you have it, folks. The best shave of your life, guaranteed. And it's available today right over on aisle four. Want to impress the lady in your life? Get one of these! With just a little practice, you'll be giving her better than any expensive wax could ever do. But it's first come, first served, so you better act fast. These kits will be gone with the tide!" Initially, everyone was stunned into silence. But the lone wolf shopper was the first to recover. He turned and hurried off with a purpose. Perhaps fearing he might buy out the entire stock of kits, the older brother jumped and ran to catch up with him. That started a stampede. Everyone was impressed by Lucy's demonstration and wanted their own kit. Even the old-timers! Too bad Lucy wasn't included! With everyone gone, I decided this would be a good time to make our exit without causing too much of a scene. I got Sailor Dave to help untie Lucy. It was almost comical how easily the knots slipped loose when pulled the right way. He even gave me the shave kit for free as a parting gift. It was the least he could do after we must have made him a fortune selling them.