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The End of the Holiday – Archie & Sophia

We end our holiday with a special birthday celebration for Sophia.

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This is a four-part story of our driving holiday in California. We discovered a lot about the USA, and ourselves. You can read the others to get the background to our adventures.

Sophia

Our holiday in California was coming to an end and we were travelling home on Sunday. We were both sad to be leaving this beautiful state where we’d had such a great time and made some terrific new friends. We’d visited some great places, San Francisco, LA, Hollywood, San Diego and many others. Some of our experiences were unbelievable. We’d done things we’d never done before and probably would never do again. We were taking home some wonderful memories. We’d also learned a great deal about ourselves and our relationship. After more than forty years of marriage we still surprised ourselves, and each other.

We lay on our hotel bed after another steamy session and talked about our experiences, both with Joe on the naturist beach and especially with Richard and David at Richard’s place.

‘Would you have gone further with them that night if you could?’ Archie suddenly asked me.

‘What? Actually have sex with them?’

‘Yes. Did you want to?’

‘Well, I have to say, that I was enjoying myself so much that for a fleeting second It occurred to me that it would have been natural to let one of them enter me to bring me to a full climax. How would you feel if I had gone further?’

‘Well, I thought about it after. I was enjoying seeing you pleasured by two very nice guys who were enjoying you. As you say, it would have been natural, but the guys had more respect for us both.’

We had come a long way in our relationship in a short space of time, and I ‘d been guided by Archie. He had started this all and guided me through to where we were now. I listened to my husband saying this and loving him more every minute. When we came out here, the thought of having sex with another man had never entered my mind, but thinking about it, my husband of nearly 40 years was asking me if I would have sex with another man while he was present.

There in the back of my mind, a little seed was planted.

I felt suddenly excited. Suddenly, Archie jumped off the bed and headed to the bathroom. A minute later I heard the shower running.

I lay on the bed and drifted back to the night at David’s place. They really gave me a good time and my memories flooded back. My hands drifted down to my open legs and I began to explore my pussy again.Rubbing my clit, I slid my finger inside and felt my juices flowing. Using my juices to lubricate my clit with my right hand, I massaged my breasts with my left. Closing my eyes, I was back on that plush sofa, with legs wide while the two guys pleasured me. Suddenly, I had a vision of Richard, kneeling before me, licking my pussy. I was writhing in pleasure. My fingers were now inside my wet pussy as I now imagined Richard sliding into me. He slowly moved back and forth, building my orgasm. I imagined my legs wrapped around him, pulling him into me. I was quickly approaching my orgasm and lifted my legs off the bed. My hand got quicker, stroking my clit and sliding my fingers in and out furiously. I was breathing hard and my heart pounded in my chest. I was totally absorbed in my pleasure. Suddenly my orgasm exploded and I cried out. I slowly came down and realised that Archie was looking at me from the bathroom doorway. He had a massive smile on his face…and another erection.

‘Wow. That was fabulous. Another first. I’ve never seen you do that.’ he said.

‘I know. I’ve never really had the nerve to do it, but things have changed.’ I replied.

Archie

‘Would you be able to watch me have sex with other men?’ Sophia asked me? I hesitated before answering.

‘I’m not sure.’ I replied, ‘but then I didn’t think I’d be able to handle seeing you fooling around either, but I did, and I enjoyed it. I did think about what might have happened too, and liked the thought of it. It’s weird. I don’t even know why but apparently it’s very common for a man to want to see his wife with other men.’

‘Why do you think that is?’ she asked.

‘I don’t know, no one does, but it’s more common than you think. I wouldn’t want to see you with just anyone, but the guys the other night were nice and I like them. The way I see it, it’s just sex. It’s not like an affair with lies and deceit and betrayal. We would be together, and I would look after you.’

‘Well, I enjoyed the other night, and I like them, but wouldn’t want to make a habit of doing it. I don’t want to get into swinging or anything like that. I certainly wouldn’t want another man to come inside me, I think that’s special and I don’t want to see you with other women, so it’s not fair on you.’ She smiled at me and added. ‘It was a one-off with guys we like.’

‘Well, you might be surprised but I don’t either. The thought of going to one of those places and just doing it with anyone doesn’t appeal to me at all.’ I replied.

She said bodrum escort ‘I think it was a one-off and special because we are about 12 thousand miles from home and no-one knows us, or even cares. I couldn’t do it back home, and don’t want to. It’s just because we are on holiday. Anyway, we’re going home on Sunday.’

‘But it’s only Thursday.’

‘So, what do you mean?’

‘Well, it’s your birthday on Saturday, we should do something special.’

‘What do you have in mind?’ she asked, her eyes wide.

‘Well, I rang Richard to thank the guys for their hospitality the other night and I told him it was your birthday, and he invited us over for dinner on Saturday.’

‘Oh, really?’ she said, smiling. ‘and what did you say.’

‘I said yes of course.’

She smiled at me. We were quiet for a while before she said.

‘It will be nice to see them again.’

‘Well you did say as we left you wouldn’t mind coming back another time. It will probably be the last time ever anyway.’ I replied.

‘Tell you what,’ she said, ‘We’ll just go along and have dinner and enjoy their company.’

‘Of course. It’s best not to plan these things. We’ll just relax and have a good time.’

‘Are we swimming?’ she asked, smiling.

‘Well no actually, because we’re not going to David’s place, we’re going to Richard’s apartment in LA, so no pool.’

‘Oh, ok.’ She sounded disappointed.

Sophia

We spent Saturday morning at the mall, finishing our shopping. For my birthday, Archie bought me the gorgeous gold necklace that I had seen earlier in the holiday and had fallen in love with. I bought myself a new wrap around skirt for Archie’s benefit as I know he likes to see me in them.

After a long soak in the bath and a bottle of champagne, I put on my new skirt and my favourite low-cut top. I wore my white sheer underwear from Victoria’s Secret as the bra showed off my cleavage especially with the low top. Also, the knickers, almost see through, made me feel very sexy. A pair of white strappy sandals completed my outfit. Archie looked very sexy as well in his new white shirt and trousers, emphasising his tanned body. After our discussion earlier, I was feeling sexy before we even left the hotel.

Archie

We we took a taxi from the hotel and arrived at the address I’d been given and we were warmly welcomed by David. He wished Sophia a very happy birthday and kissed her.

‘Sorry but Richard won’t be able to join us until later as he’s working.’ He said. ‘But he’ll be here for dinner.’

We went into the apartment which was enormous and he led us out onto a large terrace. The views over the city of LA were fantastic, the lights of the city beginning to twinkle brightly as the sun set. David had a large Jacuzzi on his terrace, set into the floor with soft padding all around the floor. Sophia and I both exchanged a look which said. ‘We might end up in there later.’

We had a couple of G David really was an excellent cook. We talked about the jobs we all did while eating. Richard was a TV producer and David worked in movies as a cameraman. We didn’t even get to discuss this at our visit to Richard’s place. He spent quite a time complaining about his PA, that she wasn’t very good. Needless to say, Sophia had views on this subject and even offered to replace her.

After dinner we relaxed on the terrace, listening to soft jazz. It was a beautifully warm, balmy evening. We’d had quite a lot of wine by then and were having a good laugh and feeling very relaxed. As the drink took hold we relaxed and talked more about our experiences and fantasies.

Sophia

At around 10pm there was a ring on the doorbell. David was opening more wine and Richard had gone to the loo.

‘Can you get that please Sophia?’ came the shout from the kitchen.

I walked to the door and opened it. I was greeted by a six foot tall, blond guy in fireman’s uniform. My god I thought, this must be a dream.

‘Hello miss. Did anyone call the fire department?’ He said, in the deepest, sexiest voice I’d ever heard.

I just stood and looked at him with my mouth open. Before I’d had chance to speak, he picked me up and slung me over his shoulder and carried me, effortlessly into the apartment. He placed me in the middle of the floor and stood back. By now Archie, David and Richard had joined us. I was in the middle. I’d always had a thing for firemen in uniform, which Archie knew about. I looked at him with my hands on my hips with an expression that said. ‘You knew about this!’ He just smiled and shrugged his shoulders.

‘Well, you must be Sophia. I’d heard there was a beautiful woman in this apartment who needed rescuing.’ said my hero fireman.

Suddenly I began to feel very hot. I was sure I was blushing uncontrollably.

‘That would be me, yes.’ I stammered.

I couldn’t take my eyes off this hunk of a man, who was wishing me happy birthday while suddenly, slowly removing his uniform. Item by item they came off. I let out a laugh of embarrassment as I realised that this turgut reis escort beautiful man was stripping for me. I watched as the tanned, muscular body reveal itself as he gyrated in front of me. I wondered where it would all end. Me and a strippagram, I never thought I would have enjoyed it so much and the smile would not leave my face. I tried not to look down as he dropped his trousers but my eyes were drawn to the massive bulge in his skimpy white thong which could barely contain his massive cock. I was to discover just how big a few moments later when he removed his thong and stood before me, naked. Apart from a small patch of short hair above his uncircumcised penis, his body was completely hairless. His penis was not only longer than the boys, but a good deal thicker. Wow, I thought, how would that look when it was hard? I’d never seen one so big, even in a porn movie. My mind was now in turmoil. We’d been talking all evening with Richard and David, about some of the stuff we’d got up to and I’d seen the bulges in their trousers as we reminisced about the pool experience, so I was already feeling very damp. Now this! I felt myself on the verge of an orgasm.

A moment later my fireman, who introduced himself as Danny took me in his arms and kissed me gently. That was it, I put my arms around his neck and, little did anyone know, even Danny, I came in his arms. It was very quick and I made sure not to show any signs but it was amazing and I enjoyed every minute of it. Then I heard a cork pop which brought me back to earth. I looked up at my fireman and said. ‘Thank you. That was fantastic.’ He winked at me. Did he know?

Archie

When David said he could organise a ‘surprise’ for Sophia I thought it would be a nice, personal thing for her. Little did I know! Richard poured a glass of champagne for all of us and we went outside onto the terrace. It was a beautiful sight, looking down at the twinkling lights of LA. The light breeze was cooling on a hot, still night. Richard then turned on the jacuzzi and Danny climbed in and sat down. It was big enough to hold around ten people so it wasn’t going to be a problem for five of us.

‘Anyone want to join me?’ asked Danny as the pulsing water covered his lower body and the coloured lights flashed around him.

‘Well, I think we all could do with a cool down’ said Richard removing his shirt. Sophia and I looked at each other and smiled. Within seconds he was climbing into the water.

‘Well, I’m feeling a bit hot.’ she said, undoing her blouse.

David was next, slipping off his boxers and slipping in too. I was beginning to get hard as my mind fast-forwarded by about an hour, four men and my wife in a jacuzzi. I slipped off my trousers and shorts in one and quickly joined the others before anyone noticed my erection. No one did though, because everyone was looking up at Sophia. She had removed her bra, her breasts springing free and nipples hard. She then seemed to slow down and, almost like Danny, did a bit of a strip for the boys. She unwrapped her wrap-around skirt and let it drop to the floor. She stood before us in just her sheer white knickers. She put her hands on her hips and gave us all a stare.

‘Are you going to ogle me while I take my clothes off?’ she demanded.

‘YES!’ we all said in unison and burst out laughing.

Sophia smiled at us, then slowly slipped her knickers over her hips to the floor. She stood before us and I’m sure we all noticed her newly shaved pussy. Then Danny stood to take her hand and help her into the water. I’m sure she noticed, as I did, that his massive member was on the rise already.

‘Thank you kind sir.’ she said as she stepped in and sat down.

‘My pleasure mam.’ said Danny.

‘Oooh, that’s nice.’ said Sophia, luxuriating in the foamy water.

Sophia

I was delighted when it was suggested we all get into the hot tub. The boys removed their clothes quickly. I like to watch them as they looked a bit embarrassed as they were getting hard already. Archie slipped his clothes off as I removed my blouse. He was rock hard already and had a very sheepish look on his face.

I was already feeling a bit horny after Danny’s strip and watching the boys get in the tub. I was going to enjoy this. The four guys were sat in a line in the jacuzzi, where they all but had their mouths open.

I made a slow deliberate strip for them and watched their faces as they feasted their eyes on my breasts as I slipped off my bra. My nipples were hard and I enjoyed the power I had right then. Four naked men sitting in a hot tub, watching me strip for them. I’d made sure to shave my pussy before leaving the hotel and stood for a few moments so they could take it in before Danny stood up and held out his hand to me. He helped me into the pool where I sat opposite them.

With fresh drinks we chatted for a while about nothing in particular. Danny, unsurprisingly was not a fireman but worked for Richard. He did do strippagrams though and told us of some of his exploits. He had a lot of fun, especially türkbükü escort at hen parties or bachelorette parties as they called them over there. Some of the things the ladies got up to with Danny, even the bride in some cases, made me blush. Though I enjoyed the stories. Danny did say that this was first for him though, as he’d never ended up naked in a jacuzzi with a beautiful woman before. I thanked him and blushed again.

Archie and I recounted our experiences to Danny as we’d done with Richard and David. We even spoke about the events at Richard’s place the previous week.

Then I dropped the bombshell.

‘And Archie would be happy to watch me have sex with other men.’ I said.

‘Wow.’ said Danny. He smiled at me a knowing smile.

It was very quiet for a few minutes after that before Archie spoke.

‘It could only be with guys we liked.’ he said.

‘And they couldn’t cum inside me. That is strictly reserved for Archie.’ I quickly added.

I smiled at him and I could see that the boys were playing with themselves under the water. I liked to see that.

Now and again Richard or David would leave the tub to refresh our glasses and we were all getting a bit merry. I noticed that the boys were getting harder each time they left the pool and I was definitely getting very turned on by the talk, the drink and the proximity of these gorgeous guys. My breasts were visible above the water and my nipples remained hard. They began to demand some attention, as did my pussy as it was tingling under the warm, foamy water. A couple of times I slipped my hand between my legs and slipped a finger across my clit and it felt wonderful. Later, Richard suddenly turned off the bubbles.

As the water calmed I could then see four erections through the water. Richard was lazily stroking his penis and laying back. My question was answered about Danny’s cock. It was hard and massive. He saw me looking at it, smiled at me and raised a glass.

‘A toast’ he said. ‘To Sophia. Happy birthday lovely lady.’

The boys echoed his greeting and they all sang ‘happy birthday.’

After all the drink and sexy talk, the boys were all now stroking their cocks under the water. I was certainly enjoying watching them play with themselves. Archie looked as though he was about to pop.

Suddenly, he spoke.

Archie

We were having a great time in the jacuzzi. It was a gorgeous balmy night and the drink was flowing freely. My wife looked stunning in the hot tub. Her breasts were in full sight and her nipples rock hard. There was a lot of sex talk especially when Danny told us about his exploits as a stripper. My cock was rock hard and I noticed, as Richard turned off the bubbles we were all in the same condition. Sophia didn’t hide her pleasure as she looked at each one of us.

We were all now stroking our cocks in the water. I needed to do something to move things on.

‘I think Danny should have a reward for your surprise darling’ I suddenly said, looking at Sophia.

She smiled at me. ‘Oh yeah. What do you have in mind?’

‘I think he should see your pussy.’

She made a mock shocked outrage. ‘Oh, really?’

‘Oh, wow.’ said Danny. ‘That would be a great reward.’

‘Well, it looks a though you could all do with some relief. So, I’ll make a deal with you.’ she replied. ‘And it can be part of my birthday present from all of you.’

She then stood up and we feasted our eyes on her. She sat on the padded edge of the hot tub, and looking at all four of us she told us to stand up. We did as were told. Four naked guys, cocks pointed skyward.

She lay back and slowly opened her legs wide, using her hand to cover her intimate part..

‘I want to watch you play with yourselves.’ she said, as she started started rubbing her clit slowly with one hand. She changed position and began using two hands to spread her lips, stoke her clit and watch the guys. She had a wicked smile on her face.

We were stroking ourselves and I was nearly there already.

‘…and I want to see you cum.’ she continued to slide her finger across her very wet pussy, then slid a finger inside. She then added…

‘The game is called ‘last man standing’. So that then when there is only one of you left who hasn’t come, there will be a special prize.’

Sophia

I felt a real power now, watching these guys. They all agreed to the game and started stroking themselves. After just a few minutes I could see Archie was close to coming. There was no way he was going to be last man standing. He moved to a position between my legs and let out a gasp as he shot his juices all over my belly. I smiled up at him and rubbed some of his cum into my pussy. By now I was also playing with my nipples and my breathing was coming faster.

I was thoroughly enjoying watching the boys masturbating in front of me. A moment later, almost together, Richard and David let out a grunt and shot their juices into the water and over my legs. I was nearly there now. Just as last time, the boys had plenty of fluid and let it all go. I lifted my hips to get better access between my legs, frantically massaging my clit and pushing two fingers into my sopping pussy. My breathing was ragged, finally I let out a loud cry as a massive orgasm gripped me. Slowly, I came down and my breathing returned to normal. I looked at Danny who was still stroking his hard cock. Wow, I was thinking.

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‘You just Chapsticked yourself in front of a bunch of strangers, your boobs are out to here, and your usual armor of panties are sitting useless in your purse. God, this would make a great study for an article. Except… where could I publish such stuff? The newspaper? And it’s about … me! Oh god!’ Realization dawned that exposing herself in print would be like exposing … him in print, which she kind of did.

Came his voice, “Easy now, can you steady yourself to dance?

“In a moment”

“OK, how about in two songs?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Okay, she had a moment to study this. Really she was the one doing this. Sure he was calling the shots, but everything that had happened in the bathroom, moves on the dance floor, keeping the clipboard on the bar and not balling up the page – it was really herself. She could have, really could have, lied about the whole thing and left there head held high. So what else could she do – meaning; where was the line? Really, she could draw it anywhere. Would he really leave her if she called off the project now? No, surely. He wants to see her devotion level with this upcoming sexcapade, ‘Well, it’s up to me to show it then, he’ll be along whether I do or I don’t.’ She decided and then she decided, ‘I’m in as far as he’ll go, I’m in to the top.’ She allowed this thought to find its sexual spin. She glanced at the clipboard again. Three names; her newfound resolve didn’t keep her from finding a nervous gulp. But it did get her rebound working enough to recover from her thoughtful state, to take a gulp of a drink, and to grab the reins. After awhile sitting legs opened as requested she stood up, ‘better get a good spot on that dance floor, just half a song to go.’ She wondered if she mumbled that while she thought it.

The current song was only marginally danceable to her, but it had enough of a beat to bounce around a bit, so when she got to the floor she did just that, a little solo bopping in place, be noticeable, look pleasant, brush hair back with one hand with the other hand resting behind the hip. When that song did end she found herself still alone, but facing a man who was just a little familiar.

In what seemed like a pause the first, quieter tones of a bright dance tune from the ’80s swelled up. The man before her and she silently agreed to move in to dance to “Let the Music Play” and she remembered seeing him in the lobby; one of the four men that comprised the bachelor party. This song got going bouncily with its colorfully distinct tones and up beat, but it was still a bit tame. Few people were touching to dance to this song. But wait, more people were closing in on the floor. She realized this when she turned around to dance and his hip met hers for a couple of bounces – cute, but she saw that the crowd was going to be pressed close behind her.

She danced herself around again to face her partner who was smiling. He seemed like such a nice guy with that smile; good. At the time of the second chorus she closed the distance to him and they were about rubbing fronts because of the press of people at her back. Some woman at her back occasionally bumped into her with an arm and it made her large breasts close the distance and make first contact. Up-down across his belly they moved several times. About the sixth time he put his arms out, hands gently to her hips in a gesture that looked like he could steady her. Really he put no pressure at all there, he was just touching – one hand slid up to her side. He was still in a safety zone as long as he didn’t tickle her.

As the extended version chorus chimed in with some action moves they wound up right at each other, no more gap, and their knees mingled to dance this way.

To dance to the upcoming mix of solos they crouched a bit, knees accommodating each other’s motions. She had put her hands on her skirt at the sides of her thighs and could feel the skirt start to hike up with each side-side rock of her hips. Having the tiniest bit of extra butt and thigh probably encouraged this, she thought, a thinner girl would not have this happening. Seeing her skirt ride up brought him closer, his leg meeting hers a little higher up. Higher, higher his blue slacks now met her rising hem and encouraged it another bit. Just then another hand found its way to her side. It was not her partner’s and she looked down to see another male hand had come in from behind. She danced a moment with both arms raised to see what she could see.

A long black sleeved arm trailed behind the big hand which was now holding back her black drapey over-shirt making he rleft breast seem all the more prominent. The new hand, unlike her first partner’s two, slid up and down with her hipsways and rubbed even further forward to be able to rise up under her breast. The man in front inched ever closer pressing her skirt up a bit more. To accommodate his closeness her thighs danced further apart and the bottom of that skirt rolled itself … once … twice. To the back, on her rear she felt a new press. Someone, presumably the owner of that third hand, allowed his front to gently bounce into her buttock, just a couple lara escort of times at first. Then it happened more firmly and increasingly until it was every beat. A woman’s bare back faced her on the right, and another man was on her left. This last was not touching her, but gave the impression he was watching the unfolding show, and that was the box she was in. It became claustrophobic very quickly, but she didn’t let up or ask to be let out, she kept right on dancing. Letting her arms down to her sides she did a move on the music’s crescendo that dramatically twisted her hips, and when she got back into rhythm she felt a firm hard, press at the center of the male form behind her. Her twist had made his hand run almost all the way across her belly and trace an underline beneath both her breasts. The song was ending, but the box was tight and the dance partner to the front was now holding her in; although gently. That man had placed one hand just barely around her back, and the hand at her hip now held just above the swell of her rear. This latter hand slipped up and down with the rhythms of their bodies, the music, and basically rubbed at her ass. There’s the press of a pelvis from behind again, well, that was not just his pelvis, there was definitely something there.

Yes, there was a stirring. A discovery occurred then that made her flush a little at the cheeks. The discovery rubbed across both her other cheeks before settling into a rhythm along the crack of her ass. Her flush made her high for but a second, the same second that brought the end of the song.

“Ok, this was easy.” She said under her breath and under the noise as the press of bodies loosened, but no gap separated the tunes and a slightly rougher dance number that she didn’t know bounced in. Not a one of her borders vanished and the motion of the next song swept in and caught her up. The arm lowering maneuver from a moment before had covered the two wrists – one from in front and one from behind – and trapped their owners for the one second transition to the new dance. Soon she would not be able to tell if she was dancing to the rhythm or if the rhythm of what was happening around or to her was what kept her body moving. Though the man in front had backed up an inch or two his knee was still parked between her thighs. Now, though, she could see how far up her skirt had hiked and that it’s hem had rolled, twice. It was high; could he see – see her pussy? Another woman was facing in by a few moments into this song; facing into her little box and also gently bumping hips with the woman in the open backed outfit.

The bumping into the rear had become more-or-less insistent, and with each push she felt a new larger impression of that mystery man’s excitement. Harder the rhythm drove them and the hand from behind now firmly held her ribs under her breasts, which heaved over his wrists. For a moment she could hear her own breath dominate her own senses, and she made eye contact with the new woman, the one that was facing her. Was this one of those college girls from the bathroom? The pair who’d talked without shying away at seeing her applying Chapstick to herself. As this woman took a long sip of her drink through pursed lips on a straw her eyes looked down, down girly’s frame, down what was left of the border that her skirt once described, down where the blue slacks were climbing back up her clasping rocking thighs. The girl made eye contact again with a straw lipped smile that said ‘yes, your vagina is in view f someone looks right.’ The blue slacks closed the gap to her hem while she had eye contact with the woman, but she knew. Within seconds his firm knee was teasing at her labia, and she felt her lips fill. There was a warm parting sensation that would soon allow out a hot pool of fluid.

The partner in front soon gave her ass a squeeze and then increased his crouch before her. This was all a steadying movement that allowed him to move his one leg further up under her and presently his position against her increased right up to her crotch. She ground back at him, not one to shy away, and his leg pressed her lips apart. The pelvis behind her now insisted against her rear and a member was firmly pressed against her part not leaving her butt for any motion. She thought she could distinguish, through skirt and denims, where ended the shaft and where was the head. That penis’ sided to side motions remained slight compared to the back/forth, up and down motions of her dance.

‘Dance,’ she thought, ‘this is quickly turning into a fuck.’ The newcomer woman watched on, as did that man to her left. Sometimes the woman made eye contact while she sipped her drink, but as soon as the drink went down so did her eyes. This song had only been on about a minute to this point. She ground onto the knee to the front and felt her moisture well up – hard now, harder. The hand from the rear slipped down to her waist and held her firmly to that man’s pelvis. She wasn’t even sure that her skirt wasn’t up so far in the back that he wasn’t rubbing raw denim on her ass. There that man’s wrist rolled a couple serik escort of times and her pink top, because of it’s tightness, climbed her tummy a bit.

Making eye contact with college girl again she met a straw-playing grin that seemed to say ‘You know what’s next.’ In her head girly continued the conversation with ‘Want some of your own, bitch, or do you want this too?’ which must have played across her face as the grin broadened to a playful laugh.

The man in front was now firmly ahold of her hips as she danced up his knee – his thigh really. Between that and the firm hold from the back, where a hand had found it’s way into the bottom of her top, she was well held in place. Soon she had bucked up enough onto the thigh she was on, at, and then over-standing, that she was on her toe tips. Now she was fully grinding the blue slacks, and only the leg within supported her weight. Her clitoris rolled back and forth on his thigh. Wrinkles hiked in the pant held her pussy open and trickled her warm wetness out from within. Once, twice, a dozen times she felt a flutter – up there. She felt pulled and then bent a bit.

Pushing on her stomach sought to pull her back, bend her backwards slowly as that hand rose slowly, inexorably under her tight shirt. She felt the pressure on her rear slide down. Oh, there was his head, a big one to be noticeable through the thick jeans. Then it was too low, it was below her. If he made a sudden rise now his pants, his erect pole would definitely drag her skirt up in back to show her full buttocks and, in fact, everything from the waist down. This excitement was frightening the typical part of her that lives in people who walk through a pedestrian life, but there was a part of her that began soaking this up. She was flushed, she was wet, her nipples were pert and what she worried about a minute before, that he was going to grab her breast, was now a desire. The new motion he was applying, that man from the rear, was actually sliding her. Beat at a time she was sliding off the thigh that penetrated her stance from the front so that she was sure that she was leaving a trail, ‘like a snail,’ she thought. She reached with a hand to actually touch the slacks where she’d been with one hand and she could feel the moisture. Off one leg she was pulled and right onto the waiting lap of the man to the back. His questing hand had reached the point where his fingers met her bra; what would that do next? His pressing motion resumed to her rear as she was seated on one side of his lap. This brought the outline of his cock against her cheek with more pressure than he’d had before since her weight was much of the force. The man to the front had been mostly bounced back and she, trying to be a good sport, took on of his hands in hers. That gesture slipped to finger tips to finger tips as the still unseen stranger’s lap became her pervasive experience.

Two minutes into this song? Three? Was it half over? She closed her eyes and held one hand up, around, over to hold her hair off to one side. There was a breath at her bare neck. This man’s other hand came up to her hip to steady her on his lap. Something new caught her attention from the front. That pounding denim clad rod hard on her tush made her butt bounce more noticeably, oh this meant that her skirt had ridden up in the back enough to be bare at the bottom half. A new surface tapped against her knees, a new person. At a slurp sound she opened her eyes to find that the girl that had been to her right had filled in the space to her front. College girl finished her drink and handed off the cup, but the straw remained between pursed lips.

That young woman supplanted girly’s first partner and now was dancing her own knees onto her thighs just above the knee. Her legs were still pretty much as parted as they had been moments before, but she dared not look down to see just how much of herself was out there. A sly, head lowered look alternated between our heroine’s face and her crotch, which was indeed totally visible from the front. The bottom of the newcomer’s skirt fluttered back and forth delicately on one creamy semi-asian toned thigh. Even higher she pressed, slowly, and she reached out one slender hand to girly’s hip, no; lower, to the fold of her hip to her leg, bent from sitting on the thrusting man’s lap.

Thrusts bounced her soft ass, thrusts parted her cheeks, thrustscaught her breath and thrusts brought fingers up the final step to clutch at her support bra. They just pulled it down, down, down. Still inside her shirt, but rolled up beneath her boobs it propped them up even higher as they bounded free and bounced with a thrust.

Her own thrill that had crept up a bit when she was riding her first dance partner’s leg, had retreated, but not vanished. Instead it hovered, waiting excitedly, but nervously to see what was next. Now, as her nipples reached full anticipatory swell, as this attractive, sly-smiling woman rubbed thigh to thigh and climbed higher still, as her skirt rolled up the last stage to uncover her bare bottom, that feeling danced back into view. antalya escort She felt her opening part with what must have been a noticeable gush from below. She again felt a growing from within, warm, vibrating loosely to the music like the cover of a stereo speaker.

The thrusting cock upon which she basically sat was grinding denim against her anus with impunity now, which brought a bit of friction past her pussy She must be stamping his pants with each bounce, wetting them with excited juices. She realized that from no direction now was her pussy concealed, and most who cared to look would be able to see her lips part. The woman in front had the most clear view of course, but had gotten into the dance more and moved her head more. It was both that woman’s hands that now held girly’s hips. New people pressed in from the sides, and this song jumped immediately to a third lighter, but faster and bouncier tune. It was an old song from a local’s favorite that beckoned all to “Smile, smile one more time.” The thrusts on her ass became more of a bounce and alleviated the grind a bit, but her stability still seemed ensured. The hand inside her top helped steady her by firmly clasping her left breast, though the right one remained free to heave up, also forward by her own motions. One firm nipple pressed warmly into a strong hand while the other showed against the fabric it held taut. She closed her eyes again and she was aware that a little “uh” escaped her lips with each bounce now, aware that this was so little like dancing and so much like fucking, aware that the girl in front of her was leaning forward or being pushed forward from behind.

Her elusive orgasm still hovered, having been denied twice tonight before this like some curious pet still waiting to see what was next. Her hand holding her own hair back from one side found a reminder in the dried crusted hairs concealed by her long locks. The hand holding her hip began a quest of its own. At the same time the thighs riding up her own brought contact with satiny panties that stroked like an explorer’s row boat at the tide-lapped beach of her own lap. That girl’s hair tickled her cheek and the hem of her looser skirt gently fanned a breeze against girly’s open inner labia. She was sure she was trickling down her thigh to where she would moisten the other girl’s tightly planted leg. She also felt a trickle tickle down around the curve of her ass to further wet the pants of the man who thrust against her with less abandon and more intent. For him it was a dry hump, for her it was all wet.

She opened her eyes and could see the side of the other woman’s head who’s now audible breathing had developed a deeper tone. Looking further she could see down that woman’s back she could see her own first partner to this round of dancing. He and the other girl were engaged in a dry hump of her own; or was it? From where she was she couldn’t tell for sure. Was her skirt up over her rear, were her panties down around her ass, just low enough to get at her pussy from the back of her bent forward form? Maybe not as she thought she could feel the other girl’s pussy grind her leg now, high up. Still she imagined penetration as that woman was in the throes of something. Some hand had left her own hip and was working it’s way down her hance.

It was the larger, masculine one, the one that matched the one that still firmly held her left tit. Her right tit still responded to her moves to the music, though she had long lost track of how much was her movement and how much was pushed through her. There was not room in her blouse for all this and she knew the bottom of her top must be rising and would maybe soon display that bundled up bra. The other, hovering hand rounded the curve of her thigh high-up, had to actually slip against the grinding satin of the other girl, to finally hike firmly against the place girly’s leg met her labia. The other girl, breathy sounds still in girly’s, ear turned her head with an “Ah, huh!” and looked down, but couldn’t see past where her own skirt flopped at their meeting point. That contact that had successfully covered girly’s exposed vagina was brief as college girl pressed back against her own grinding and nestled her head against girly’s neck.

The panties lifted off her thigh, but the firm masculine hand that had found its way down there pressed up; now index finger parted her labia. Now index and middle fingers were there, parting and the lips engulfed the slight pain that tapped at her clitoris. Now her orgasm made itself more known; still nervously, but welling up. Now pounding thrusts from behind and below had slowed, diminished, to just enough to accommodate a pair of fingers that stroked one twat and rammed home at the button at the front. Now her breath was in hitches and she heard the other woman’s breath do the same. Was she penetrated? How? That woman backed off her lap enough to be able to see the handling girly’s pussy was getting. She was bent pretty far forward, was she going down there herself? Now she could see that one of that girl’s dance partner’s hands had disappeared from her hip. So that’s what, they were both getting fingered to orgasm parallel. Now the other girl let out a yelp close to the ear that could be heard over the music a little and in a surprise move, she brought a kiss up to girly’s mouth. Now she received the kiss after a millisecond of wide-eyed surprise. Now. Now. Now, now, now something was coming.

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“Hello?” Samantha’s voice coming over through his phone caused Brady to smile for the first time in a while. She had been one of his best friends since third grade, and he even had a bit of a crush on her. It started the first day of middle school when she punched a kid for making fun of him. Ever since that day he had harbored a secret love. Not that she could ever know that.

“Sam! It’s Brady.”

“OH MY GOD! Brady! I feel like August was years ago. It’s so good to hear your voice! How have you been? Tell me all about it! HSU living up to the hype?”

“Well…” came his timid reply, before brightening artificially. “I’m starting at wide receiver.”

“Already?!” Her genuine excitement warmed his heart, and reminded him why he wanted to play in the first place. “That’s so awesome! See, you were worried it would be hard for you. Sounds like you’re killing the college game.”

“That’s actually why I wanted to call you. There’s a game Friday night, and if you can make it down here-“

“Yes! I mean, yeah, sure, I can make it. That’d be really cool. I only have one class on Friday and it ends at ten.” She tried to temper herself, but Brady could tell she was legitimately excited.

“Oh, uh, awesome. I’ll have a ticket waiting for you at will-call. I figure right after the game we can just head home and chill for the weekend. Catch up.”

“Yeah… yeah I would really like that.” She couldn’t hide the smile in her voice.

They spoke for a couple more minutes, before she had to run off, but it was all Brady needed to lift his spirits. That is until about five minutes later when a text from Rob came through.

“Pep rally, five o’clock at the Frog house. Be there and wear your jersey.”

There was nothing inherently sinister about the message, but Brady couldn’t help but feel a lingering darkness about the whole situation.

He sulked along during his day, where Rob seemed suspiciously uninterested in messing with him. The arousal check in Ms. Adam’s class was as humiliating as ever, but at least he was wearing his own underwear this time. Before Brady knew it, he was trudging along, watching as the raucous frat house, and the dreaded pep rally, drew ever closer.

“Hey there little guy!” came Rob’s voice, and was followed by the familiar heavy slap on the back. “You ready for the rally?!”

“Alright. I give up. What are you planning to do to me tonight? Strip me naked and make me serve people drinks? Turn me into a living statue? Let people write humiliating things on me? What?” Brady almost didn’t care anymore, his tone carrying an unusual edge.

“Hey hey, relax brother. I’m not messing with you during the homecoming pep rally. That shit’s sacred. We’re here to get prepped to stomp a mudhole in West Middleburg U! So are you ready?”

Brady took a breath, and tried to relax. He reminded himself that hell week would pass, and then they would be teammates. Somehow his anxiety grew worse. “You bet your ass I am. We’re gonna make them look like some bitches!”

Rob gave him a smile, and another, less firm pat on the back, before they made their way into the crowded house to loud cheers.

“That’s right everyone, the party can start now!” Shouted Rob, as a gorgeous brunette in a very short skirt handed Brady a red cup full of what was probably the cheapest beer they could find. In that moment it was the most delicious thing Brady had ever tasted.

Most of the night, Brady was the center of attention, and for once it was a good thing. He drank and danced and laughed with everyone for a few hours, while they all grew more inebriated and excitable. Towards the end of the night, Rob herded the football team onto a large stage with a white sheet making up a makeshift screen behind them. All the attention in the room turned to them, and Brady felt a familiar twinge of discomfort.

“Gentlemen, ladies, and theydies,” Rob shouted about the din of the crowd. “welcome to the tenth HSU football championship season!” An animalistic roar erupted from the mass of people, as the thick crowd of drunk students swayed a bit. “We have a team here that’s as good or better than any team we’re going to face this year! Let’s see why!”

With that the lights went down, and a projector in the back whirred to life. A video of their practice highlights flickered against the sheet. It was clearly edited to make them look good, but the crowd was still into it. Brady couldn’t help but smile every time a clip of him making a fantastic antalya rus escort catch played. He even thought he saw some of the cheerleaders looking impressed.

That’s when things changed. The highlight reel stopped, and was suddenly replaced by the image of a dorm room, which Brady instantly recognized as his own.

“Huh?” he said, a confused look hovering on his face. The confusion doesn’t last long, as he watches himself walk on screen dressed in the “I have a tiny pee pee” shirt, and the tight sweatpants, his tiny erection raging beneath them. A gentle laugh started among the crowd, and Brady knew exactly what footage he was looking at. “Rob, please no.” he tried, but knew it was no use. Brady could only watch as the on screen version of himself ripped the clothes off, revealing his minuscule erection to the crowd, who immediately got louder.

Brady tried to keep himself from looking at everyone, but couldn’t help it. He looked up to see a sea of his classmates waving their pinkies, and holding their thumb and forefingers an inch apart to mock him. Things only got worse when screen Brady started furiously stroking his little cock with three fingers. At this point, most of the crowd was either doubled over in laughter, or pulling out their phones to record the incident.

Brady could only watch in horror as past version of himself laid back, and let his little cock shoot, covering his chest in cum. The audience couldn’t believe what they were seeing, the laughter somehow growing even louder. The screen shut off, and the lights came up, but this did nothing to dampen the abject humiliation Brady was feeling. Brady tried to take solace in the idea that it couldn’t get any worse, then he heard Rob’s voice.

“Wow! What a performance from our newest starting receiver, huh? He’s fast on the field, but not as fast as his hand when it’s time to play with his baby boner!”

At this point, Brady gave up and tried to walk off stage, but several of his team mates grabbed him, holding him there against his will.

“Oh no little guy.” Rob laughed “You’re not getting away that easy. These people saw the recorded version! Now they wanna see it live!”

Brady’s eyes went wide. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “You’re not serious…”

“Oh… I am.” With that Brady felt a set of hands grab his jersey, and pull it off his torso before he could do anything to stop them. They worked just as quickly to pull off his pants, shoes, and underwear, leaving him completely naked in front of the crowd, his tiny, flaccid cock nowhere near as big as it was on screen. He tried to cover himself, but the team held his arms out so everyone could get a good look.

“Alright baby dick.” said Rob with a laugh. “You have two choices. You can either stroke that little thing for the crowd, and get it over with, or we can leave you like this not only for tonight, but all day tomorrow. It’s up to you.”

Brady hesitated for a while, thinking for a second that this all must be some horrible dream. That was, until the crowd began chanting “stroke that dick-let (clap clap clapclapclap)”.

He looked over at Rob, searching for a shred of humanity, and found none. He quickly realized he didn’t have much of a choice. Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, Brady reached down, and began to play with his cock. Due to its state, he had to use just two fingers at first, which got the crowd going louder than ever. He tried to shut their laughter out, and eventually got himself hard, which didn’t do much to stop the mockery.

The room slowly went quiet, which wasn’t much better. All it did was make Brady acutely aware of all the eyes, and worse, cameras on him as he jerked his undersized dick. Despite all of this, Brady eventually felt himself get closer and closer to cumming. To his horror, he let out an involuntary moan, that set the crowd off again. This time not only could he hear laughter, but he could pick out individual comments from the crowd.

“Oh my god he’s enjoying it!”

“What a little perv!”

“That’s right, jerk that baby carrot!”

“Cum for us, button dick!”

Brady couldn’t hold out any longer. He felt the wave of reluctant pleasure wash over him as his little cock twitched, shooting its load onto the stage in front of him. This brought a loud cheer from the crowd, as Brady blushed, dropping his head and watching his dicklet shrink back down to its dormant size.

“Well belek escort there we go!” shouted Rob. “Fantastic performance from our newest starting receiver! Give him a hand for being such a good sport… Well give him three fingers anyway!”

They let Brady get dressed, but the rest of the night was hellish. A large number of the women that saw him immediately tried to re-enact the video they saw, using their pinky to represent Brady’s dick, and stroking it with two fingers, before throwing their head back in laughter. Brady couldn’t even remember the walk back to his dorm, but he would never forget the humiliation he suffered that night.

The next morning Brady sat on his bed, dressed in a tightly belted pair of jeans, and the same jersey he wore during the humiliating pep rally the night before. He tossed a football from hand to hand, staring into the middle distance, trying to find the motivation to go to class. It had been a draining week, and he wasn’t sure how much more he could take. As a result of his indecision, he was still sitting on his bed fifteen minutes into his first class. That was when a knock came at the door, causing Brady to jump. He walked over, and opened the door with a shaking hand, to see the last person in the world he wanted to see.

“Hey man.” said Rob, a sincere note of worry in his voice. “When you didn’t come to class, I got worried. We need our starting receiver tonight. You alright?”

Brady stared at him in disbelief for a moment, before replying. “Uh… yeah, I mea… yeah I was just…”

“Oh shit, I get it. My bad. I should’ve told you, tradition dictates that I leave you alone for the day leading up to the homecoming game. We want our starters to be mentally prepared. I know I faked you out last night, but I promise, I’m not going to mess with you today. Today I want you focused on winning.”

Brady wasn’t sure whether or not to believe him, but decided he really didn’t have much choice. They walked to class together, and sat through it without incident. In fact, that’s how most of the day went. He walked from class to class, and even Ms. Adams left him alone. It seemed the whole school was in on this tradition. For once, Brady was thankful.

Lunch was actually rather pleasant. A number of students even patted him on the back and wished him luck. For the first time since Monday morning, Brady felt like coming to HSU might not have been a giant mistake.

After a full day of this, Brady felt like he had the entire school behind him. He was more than ready for the game. The final class of the day blew by with him barely noticing. It almost felt like a blink between lunch and him sitting in the locker room, full uniform on, his helmet sitting by his side.

“You ready Rook?” Rob’s voice came from the other end of the bench. Brady answered with a solemn nod.

As they ran through the entryway onto the field surrounded by 40,000 screaming fans, the events of last week melted away entirely. For the first time, it wasn’t even in the back of Brady’s mind. There was only this moment. He scanned the front row, and quickly found Samantha’s face smiling at him. He flashed a smile back, and looked up to see the team on the jumbo screen overlooking the field. It was a surreal sight, but he didn’t have long to take it in before sliding his helmet over his head, and preparing for battle.

The game was a vicious one. Both teams were at the start of their season, so they were more than ready to hit each other. The game was stopped more than once due to injury, and at the beginning of the fourth quarter, HSU was losing 6-3. The fourth went like the rest, until about fifteen seconds from the end of the game.

Brady lined up against the cornerback that had been shoving him around all day, number 53, a fire burning in his eyes. When the ball was snapped, Brady took off like he hadn’t just played 60 minutes of grueling football. It was like his feet were carrying him without him even thinking about it. He faked to the left, and 53 bought it. Brady sprinted back the other direction, completely alone. He ran as fast as he could down the sideline, his arm up to indicate that he was open. Brady looked back and saw the ball spiraling directly toward him. He put his hands out, and as if dropped by god himself, Brady caught the ball mid stride. With nobody to even attempt to stop him, Brady ran the length of the field as the clock ticked down, scoring the winning touchdown kepez escort just as it hit zero.

Brady couldn’t believe it. The realization only hitting him when he spun around and saw the stadium full of people on their feet, cheering and chanting his name. Time froze. Brady took a deep breath and marveled in his big moment, not just seen by the tens of thousands in attendance, but the millions watching at home.

Time quickly unfroze, as his team mates came rushing from down field, tackling and piling on him in ceremonial celebration. While at the bottom of the pile of heavy bodies, Brady felt his helmet and shoulder pads pulled off. Before he could do anything about it, his shoes, and the rest of the uniform on his lower half were torn off as well, leaving him completely naked. He tried to escape, but the large group of men grabbed him, and lifted him up on their shoulders, presenting his naked body, tiny dick and all, to the cheering crowd. He tried to cover himself, but they grabbed his hands, leaving him completely exposed.

The crowd went silent for a moment, before a wave of laughter swept through the stadium. Brady turned a bright red, as his team turned him around, not only giving the other side a better view, but letting Brady see that the entire thing was being projected onto the jumbo screen so everyone could see exactly how small he was.

The crowd’s laughter quickly turned to chants of “Baby Dick! Baby Dick!” as his team mates took him on a victory lap around the field, ignoring his protests. Half way around, he looked into the crowd, and his heart sank. There was Samantha. She had her face covered, but he could see by the bouncing of her shoulders that she was laughing uncontrollably. It was then that he realized that this game was being broadcast live across the country. He couldn’t take anymore. Managing to wiggle free, he dropped to the moist grass with a heavy thud. Brady covered himself, and ran to the locker room, the laughter and chanting of the crowd following him back down the entrance tunnel.

Brady got dressed in record time, before his teammates could even make it back to the locker room. He then left, and was both relieved and horrified to find Samantha already sitting in her car, waiting for him to come out. He briefly considered just walking the hundred miles home, but ultimately realized he’d have to face her eventually. As he climbed into the car, he couldn’t even look at her.

“Listen…” She tried to start, but Brady put up his hand and stopped her.

“I know what you’re gonna say. Please don’t. That’ll only make things worse.”

She was quiet for a moment, as they pulled out of the parking lot, and made their way toward the freeway. After about ten minutes, she spoke again. “So instead of trying to sympathize… it would be better for you if I just treated you like I always do?”

“Oh my god, yes, please.” he replied, throwing up his hands, and slamming his head back against the headrest. “Seriously, all I have wanted all week was to be back with you… and everyone else obviously, just treating me like you normally would.”

“Okay…” she smiled. “Then I should probably spend the next couple hours making fun of your tiny dick.”

Brady’s jaw dropped, as she threw her head back in laughter. It took him a minute to understand. “Oh… ok I get it. That’s cute.”

“I mean seriously. I know it was cold out there, but I can’t think of a place on earth that gets cold enough to explain what I saw.”

“Alright-“

“I’ve seen some small ones in my life, but my god. It was like a baby bird poking its head out of a nest.”

“Alright Sam! I got it.”

“Look, I’m just saying I don’t see you any different. This is just like when Jenny wedgied herself climbing that fence, or when Paul was jerking it in the bathroom and got caught by the janitor. Yeah, it’s embarrassing, and I’ll probably pick on you a bit, but at the end of the day, you’re still Brady. I don’t care how big your dick is.”

Brady’s gaze stayed on his shoes, but a little smile crept across his face. “Or like the time your skirt fell down on stage during that speech-“

“Yeah, just like that.” she cut him off, her eyes now locked on the road ahead.

“And you were wearing those pink panties with the red hearts all over them.”

“Yeah, ok. Better be careful. Our friends might not watch football, but I could always insist that they ABSOLUTELY have to see your big play… and the celebration afterward.”

Brady’s smile faded, and Samantha laughed once more. “Fuck…” said Brady “I forgot the game was on TV. Everyone probably saw everything.”

“I mean… maybe it was so small they didn’t see it.”

Brady let out a laugh, more out of exhaustion than anything, as Samantha pressed down on the gas, and they drove off toward home…

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As I continue focusing on the enf genre and exploring different forms of humiliation, I understand that the line between humiliation and lack of consent can be tricky, especially with the often “comedic” themes in most enf stories. So to be respectful, I want to let readers know that there is a form of forced masturbation in here that some may not be into if non-consensual erotica makes them uncomfortable. Otherwise, I hope you enjoy!

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Ashley was able to get away from Danny without revealing the stain on her shorts by saying she needed to use the restroom. Once inside, she used a dryer to dry off the dark stain left from her wet dream. When she returned, Danny gave her some clothes before walking her back to her dorm. Both of them had class and so they agreed to meet at lunch to discuss their revenge plans.

When Danny and Ashley finally did meet, Natasha joined them as well and they filled her in on the details.

“This sounds insane.” Natasha said, “But also really fun so I’m in. When do we go after that racist bitch Cammy?”

Ashley pursed her lips and said, “Hmm, the Three Furies are going to be hard to get to. They’re almost never alone. If we’re going to get to them we’ll have to do it in a sneaky way.”

“You mean taking them down one by one?” Danny asked.

Ashley nodded. “Yeah, it’d be easier to go after some of the other sorority members who aren’t as important because they aren’t around the sorority house all the time. Like Taryn.” her nostrils flared at remembering how Taryn restrained her so she could be stripped by the others. “She has a concert coming up, that would be a perfect time to embarrass her.”

“Great.” Danny said, “But how are we going to do it? I’m not really wild about stripping her onstage since we’d get suspended.”

“Does it have to be stripping?” Natasha asked. “There’s other types of humiliation you know.”

Danny and Ashley looked at Natasha. “What do you mean?” Ashley asked, unable to think of anything worse than the humiliation she suffered.

“Oh lots.” Natasha said, “Tickling, sexting, tying them up, getting them dirty, forced orgasm.”

Danny raised an eyebrow as Natasha listed different types of humiliation. Danny never thought Natasha to be educated in this subjected and here she was coming off as someone who had done research. “Enforced orgasm?”

“Yeah it’s like forcing the person to orgasm, like in a public place in front of people. That’d be pretty embarrassing.” Natasha said

“Oh that’s it!” Ashley blurted out, “We’ll get her to orgasm onstage.”

“How do we do that?” Natasha asked.

“During the orientation day. We played this game “Never have I ever” and it was during that game that we found out that Taryn has a pair of vibrating panties.” Ashley said as she leaned in to lay out her plan, “It’s perfect. I’ll figure out when Taryn leaves for rehearsal and then we’ll steal all of her panties except for her vibrating pair. We’ll also steal the remote control so on the night of the concert, she’s going to be doing a different type of singing.”

Danny and Natasha looked at each other, impressed with Ashley’s plan. Danny was more impressed with her willingness to go even kinkier beyond stripping Taryn. It gave Danny the impression that Ashley had a more wild side, something that Danny wanted to explore further. “Sounds great.” Danny said as they smiled at Ashley. “What can we do to help?”

Ashley smiled back at Danny, feeling proud that her plan was approved by her friends. “Just be there when I tell you to.” she said, “Taryn is always talking shit about her roommate, so I’m sure it will be easy to convince the roommate to let us in.”

Natasha shook her head and laughed, “A panty raid? What is this? Animal House?” she shrugged and said, “I’m game.”

“Awesome.” Ashley said as she held her hand out in the center of the table. Natasha reached out to touch her hand and agree to the pact as well. It was when Danny’s hand touched Ashley’s that she felt a warm feeling in the center of her chest and then they broke hands to make Operation Revenge official.

***

Later in the week, Ashley told Danny and Natasha to meet her in the bathroom on her floor in her dormitory. They did as she instructed and waited in the stalls until Ashley showed up with two pairs of black long sleeve shirts and black ski masks.

“Put these on.” she said.

“Are these really necessary?” Natasha asked as she put the mask on.

“I’d rather not get caught raiding Taryn’s room.” Danny said.

“Okay, she’s getting ready to leave.” Ashley said to Danny and Natasha.

“You’re sure she’ll be gone long enough for us to do what we need to do?” Danny asked

“Tonight is the dress rehearsal before tomorrow nights’ big recital. There’s no way she would skip out on it.” Ashley said. “Okay, I’ll signal you two on my phone when Taryn is out of her room.”

Danny and Natasha nodded as Ashley left the bathroom and returned to hide behind a corner where Taryn’s room was muratpaşa escort on the other side. It felt like hours but was probably fifteen minutes when Taryn finally left her room. Waiting for her to be out of sight, Ashley ran to the door and knocked on it, the door opened on the other side thanks to a girl with glasses and black hair, the roommate. “Have fun.” She said.

“Thanks for doing this.” Ashley said.

“Whatever, I hate that blond singing bimbo. She thinks she’s Kristin Chenoweth with her high singing, it drives me crazy!”

As Taryn’s roommate left, Ashley texted Danny, waited for them to knock on the door. When Ashley heard a knock she opened the door to let the others in and the three of them gazed at Taryn’s side of the room. A poster of Anything Goes was above her bed and hanging on the closet was a silk blue gown.

“She must be pretty good.” Natasha said.

“We’ll see.” Ashley mused as she opened Taryn’s drawers. It was the bottom one that she opened when she finally said, “Aha!” In a pile were various pairs of underwear. Ashley reached in and handed Danny and Natasha a series of thongs, cheeky panties, bikini style panties and a G-string with the words “DIVA” written on the front in rhinestones. “Here it is!” she said holding up a black mesh pair of bikini panties. “These are the vibrating pair annnnd…this is the remote.” She held up a long black remote controller with a knob.

“You sure she won’t go commando?” Danny asked.

“We’ll just have to take the risk.” Ashley said as she threw them back in the drawer.

“Well on the bright side, we have all this underwear we can sell to perverted frat boys if we ever want.” Natasha said as she shoved the panties in a bag.

Ashley led them out of the room and out of the building through a fire exit, unnoticed by anyone. They giggled the whole way back to Danny’s dorm at the prank they were about to pull.

*****

The next night, Danny stood in front of the mirror in their dorm. adjusting their tie under a button up shirt and jacket.

“You look like a man.” Morgan said bitterly from her bed.

“Yes I do.” Danny mused. There was a knock on the door and Danny opened it to see Ashley and Natasha waiting outside. Natasha wore a dark green dress with a skirt that extended just below the knee. Ashley wore a pink strapless gown that extended to her feet. “Reeeaady?” she asked.

Smiling, Danny stepped out of the room and closed the door to get a closer look at Ashley. “You look gorgeous this evening.” The comment made Ashley smile as she turned her head away. Then Danny looked at Natasha, “You both look stunning.

“Yeah thanks for being polite.” Natasha said with a smirk.

The three of them walked to the theater of the choir concert. “Do you have it?” Danny asked as they walked. Ashley reached into her purse and showed them the remote controller to Taryn’s panties with a wicked grin on her face that Danny soon mimicked.

Upon entering the lobby to the theater, there was a group of women in silk blue gowns walking by. Taryn was one of them, her long golden locks curled for the occasion, her breasts seeming like they’d spill out of her gown as the front seemed to barely be hanging on. She had a distressed look on her face while the women around her seemed to try and console her. As Danny passed the group, they could hear one of the women say, “Just relax Taryn. You can worry about who stole your panties later.”

“But..I only have one pair to wear now!” Taryn said angrily.

“Looks like phase two is good to go.” Danny said as they squeezed Ashley’s arm before going to their seats.

The lights went out and the show started, first with the choir group as a whole singing a hymn. The three friends slowly lost interest in the show as every song seemed to be a melancholy hymn or opera song they couldn’t understand. Natasha almost fell asleep while Ashley and Danny seemed to keep “accidentally” touching their feet together. In reality, both of them calculated the shifting of their feet to make sure they were always accidentally touching. It also helped that Danny was making faces throughout the concert that made Ashley laugh as well. All three of them were brought back to attention when the choir teacher said, “And now, to perform a solo performance is Taryn Beals, who will sing her rendition of “My Heart Will Go On.”

“Ugh!” Danny and Natasha said.

Ashley hit both of them and said, “Shh!”

“That song blows. Admit it Ashley.” Danny said

“Shut up! I like that song!” Ashley said. “Anyway you need to focus!” She pulled out the remote control from her purse.

Taryn walked to the center of the stage with a smile on her face.

“Go Taryn!! WOOO!” they heard Kara, Cammy and Madison shout.

The orchestra started playing and Taryn’s chest heaved as she breathed in to sing. “Every night in my dreams I see you, I feel you”

Natasha winced as she twisted her face. “Why does antalya anal yapan escort she sing so high? It feels like she’s fucking my ear.”

“That is how I know you ggooo onn”

“Please, make her stop” Natasha whispered. Held up the remote and started to twist the knob, turning it to its highest setting to the right.

“Far across the distance, and spaces between us, you have COME!”

The audience, and three friends included, jumped as Taryn shouted the word and jumped herself as she felt a strong tingling sensation between her legs. The conductor looked at her with surprise and she smiled as she continued the line to show you go on.

Danny, Natasha and Ashley held their hands to their mouths as they repressed snickers. “Holy crap that was loud.” Ashley whispered.

Danny continued snickering as they wrapped their hand around Ashley’s, “Here, do it slow.” The way Danny whispered it was less in quiet and more in a raspy sensual way as their fingers brushed against Ashley’s. Danny made eye contact with Ashley, smiled and then slowly turned the dial to the right. “Watch me.” Danny said.

“Near, far, wherEEEEEEEver you ARE!” Taryn sang, going slightly off key each time Danny turned the knob to the right and then back to the left, making the vibrations increase and decrease with speed, never going further than a quarter of the way to the right.

“I believe that the hearOh! Does gOH! On.” Taryn stopped talking as her hands went to her stomach, In reality, she wanted to touch herself as she could feel her panties vibrating. She felt the wetness of her pussy staining them. At the realization that they were going off, her eyes widened in fear and her cheeks grew red.

“Taryn!” her teacher whispered. “What are you doing?”

Smiling nervously, Taryn nodded to the conductor to continue and the music continued.

Ashley and Danny smiled at each other as they watched Taryn’s look of horror. “My turn.” Ashley said as she placed her hand over Danny’s to take control of the knob, pinching it between her two fingers. Even though they were humiliating someone else, Danny was oddly focused more on Ashley’s reaction as she turned the dial a little bit further to the right.

“Once more you OHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!” Taryn moaned as he legs squeezed together and she held her hand over her crotch, she actually stepped back as the sensation was so strong. Then she remembered where she was and tried to resume singing “–pen the door.”

By now, Natasha’s head was buried in her lap from trying not to burst out laughing while Danny and Ashley leaned closer to each other, the tension of another woman’s pleasure at their control. Danny and Ashley went to touch the knob and instead of moving their hands away, both of them grabbed onto the knob and turned it further to the right as far as they could. In thinking about Taryn’s reddening lips between her legs, Ashley could feel a slight wet sensation building up between her own, not in fantasizing about Taryn, but in thinking about Danny and how even when using a remote control, Danny seemed to know how to push a woman’s buttons right.

“And you’re hEEEERE in my HEAR-Oh! God!” Taryn gasped from the tingling sensation that increased in her pussy as she doubled over, legs buckled. “I need to…uh..go to the bathroom!” she cried out as the audience began to murmur to each other. Sweat was accumulating on her face as she began to panic at the realization that she was having an orgasm onstage.

Then Taryn heard someone in the front row say, “Did she wet her pants?”

“What?” Taryn said as she looked down and saw a dark stain between the legs of her dress. Gasping she covered the spot with both her hands. “No! you don’t understand its…uhhhhghgh” her eyes rolled in the back of her head as the vibration in her panties continued. By now it was at its full power. “Hoooh!” Taryn said as she began panting. “It’s so good!…I need to get out of…haaa! Here!!” her hands ran through her hair, messing it up as she writhed in pleasure, her large breasts then spilled out of her dress as she moved, but she was in too much sexual pleasure to care now. “Oh fuck it!” she said as she unzipped the dress and let it fall to the ground. The audience gasped as they saw Taryn in nothing but her mesh black panties, sliding her hand down them as she inserted her finger in and out.

“Taryn!” the choir teacher shouted. “What on earth are you doing?!”

“I c-c-can’t help it!” she whined as her legs squeezed together as she fingered her pussy faster, locking her legs and cocking her hips as she felt herself reaching her plateau. “Ohh!! My panties….they won’t stop!! OH FUCK!!” she fell to her knees as her pussy strained from reaching its climax. Her nipples were erect and shined under the stage light from the sweat that accumulated on her body. People in the closer rows could see some of Taryn’s juices from her pussy hit the stage. Panting slower as she relaxed, Taryn antalya merkez escort looked up, realized where she was and let out such a loud scream that she blew the speakers out. Covering her breasts and her underwear Taryn’s makeup started to run as she cried. “Oh my god! I just masturbated in front of everyone!” By now, men were whistling in the audience while women held their hands to their mouths in shock.

The choir teacher ran onstage with a blanket to cover Taryn who was sobbing onstage. “Wow.” Natasha said, “She cums fast.”

Danny didn’t hear the joke, they were too busy focused on the sounds of Taryn’s moaning while staring at Ashley. The association of the moans, mixed with the smooth touch of Ashley’s fingers made Danny feel warm between their legs, so much so that Danny didn’t realize they were crossed. Ashley looked to the stage at Taryn, clutching desperately to her blanket while her lip quivered in shock at what she just did. A smile spread across Ashley’s face as her plan, with the help of Danny and Natasha came through.

“Hey.” Danny said as they ran a hand along Ashley’s wrist to get her attention. “Wanna see if she can go for it again?” Danny asked.

Ashley bit her lip and nodded holding onto the knob and waiting for Danny to join her before they both cranked the knob to the right again.

“Oh!!!” Taryn said as she doubled over again, spilling out from the cover of the blanket as she held her hand to her crotch. Her breasts bounced as they fell free again and then Taryn began massaging them as she started to insert her fingers into her moist pussy again.

“Young lady this is highly indecent!” the teacher said.

“I c-c-an’t help it! It’s my panties!” Taryn said.

“Well then take them off this instant!” The teacher said.

“What?” Taryn said in a meek voice. “No Don’t!”

But it was too late. The teacher hooked her thumbs into Taryn’s underwear and pulled them down, causing a huge uproar from the audience as Taryn’s shaved pussy was exposed to everyone. She screamed again as her hands flew to her nether regions and she tried grasping for the blanket to cover herself. The choir teacher escorted her offstage and her sobs could be heard loudly off stage, “My career is ruined!” she could be heard saying.

“Ladies and gentleman, we apologize for the…inconvenience and will take a brief intermission before the rest of the show continues.” The conductor said.

The lights went up and the audience chattered loudly at the site they just saw. “Oh my god how embarrassing.” A woman could be heard saying.

“That was hot!” her boyfriend said.

“He’s right you know.” Danny said to Ashley with a wink.

Ashley felt her cheeks get warm and just nodded as she stood from her seat.

“You two okay?” Natasha asked with a raised eyebrow. Even though she had been laughing, she had also watched Danny and Ashley stare at each other just as much as they watched Taryn. Knowing that Danny was gushing over the fact that they were touching hands with Ashley, Natasha decided to be polite and give them privacy. “Well that was fun, but I have class early tomorrow so I should probably get going. You two cool if I leave by myself?”

“Oh sure.” Danny said, finally remembering that Natasha was also there. “Thanks for helping.”

Natasha rolled her eyes. “Don’t mention it, that was actually…kind of hot. I think I might have an idea for the next girl.”

“Really?” Ashley asked, “What do you have in mind?”

“I’ll tell you later. I gotta get going. Later kids.” Natasha said as she left the row she sat in.

When she was gone, Danny and Ashley looked back and smiled into each others’ eyes as one of them waited for the other to talk. When that didn’t happen, Danny said, “So I guess I should walk you home.”

“Yeah that’d be good.” Ashley said, tucking the remote control in her purse before leading Danny out of the auditorium and out of the theater.

****

By the time the two of them got back to Ashley’s dorm, it was empty. Many of the other students were either in bed or out late studying. Danny followed Ashley up to her room, all the while wondering if the high they rode was going to end with a simple goodbye or if it was going to continue. As soon as she got to the door, Ashley turned to Danny and said, “Thanks again for helping me with this.”

“Are you kidding? If this means I’m getting back at the Three Furies then I’m totally down.” Danny said.

Both of them half-chuckled and then looked at the ground, Danny counting the seconds of silence, hoping for an invitation while Ashley ran through all of the emotions and physical reactions she felt that night. From the beginning of the concert to now, she felt excited, then jovial at the prank and then happy by touching Danny’s hand. Ashley felt her chest get heavy as she thought over how to end the night and if she really wanted to. “Do…you want to come in?” she let slip out from her lips.

Danny’s heart rose as the invitation was given and said, “Sure.”

Ashley smiled and opened the door, leading Danny into a dorm similar to theirs. Ashley sat on her bed as Danny checked out the surroundings, admiring the purple bedsheets Ashley had and the small My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic figurine that sat on her desk. “This is cute.” Danny said as they picked it up, it was a yellow Pegasus with pink hair.

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Judge Melvin Sturt sat at his desk and reviewed his cases for the morning. One name caught his eye immediately: Casey Reine. Was that the same Casey Reine he watched online? He tuned into her shows regularly after taking to watching camgirls a few years prior after his wife had passed on. Casey was one of his favourites. He even booked one-on-one sessions with her fairly regularly and felt like he had gotten to know her a bit. Nice girl. Many times he didn’t even ask her to perform for him. He just liked having someone to talk to during those long and lonely nights. He’d met her once too. What was it, six months ago or so? She’d made the ironic choice to register as a nudist and indenture to her sister to get out of a charge of streaking at her school, something he intended to only give a minor sentence of community service for. Now what was she here for? Oh, she wasn’t the defendant. She was just called as a witness. Blackmail? This could be interesting. He read the testimonies. Holy shit! It was the same girl, but upon reading further he suddenly realised that he’d been misled about the true nature of Casey’s original charge. It made him angry. She held a place in his heart even though she only knew him as “Professor Fondlebottom” online and had no idea who he was in real life. Her sister needed to pay if this was all true…

*****

Casey and Cassandra both felt very nervous walking into the courtroom with Casey’s parents and Greg. While they were both fairly used to being naked out in public now, being naked in this very sober and austere place made them feel more than a little conspicuous. They’d both been summoned to give testimony if called upon to support their statements. They hoped that wouldn’t happen today though. Today was just a hearing where Jolene would enter a plea, and they expected she would plead not guilty in spite of Casey dropping the deprivation of liberty charge so they’d be back another day to take the stand.

At last Jolene’s case came up and she was led out to the courtroom in handcuffs. Casey recognised her lawyer Monique greeting her.

The judge looked at the files again and then looked at Jolene.

“Would the defendant please rise,” the bailiff requested. Jolene stood up with Monique.

“Ms Jolene Reine. You are charged with the blackmail of your sister Casey Reine. How do you plea?” asked Judge Sturt.

“Your Honour,” Monique answered. “My client wishes to enter a plea of guilty and asks that the court consider the financial duress she was under at the time.”

Guilty? Holy fuck! That was unexpected. Casey had assumed she’d pull out everything in her arsenal to try to worm out of it. The evidence must have been too strong so Monique had advised her to cop it sweet so she could at least try to stay out of jail.

“I see here there was also a charge of deprivation of liberty that has been dropped?”

“Yes your honour,” Monique replied. “My client was happy to agree to no contest over the blackmail charge on that basis.”

“I see,” the judge responded, quickly realising what was probably going on. So Casey didn’t want this miserable bitch to go to jail then? That could only mean she wanted justice in some other way, and maybe payback as well. He could give her that opportunity at least then and see if she took it. Either way this bitch would get what was coming to her. He looked at Jolene directly. “Ms Reine, I am appalled at what you have done to your own sister against her will. You are a deplorable human being. You lied and forced her into a life she would not have chosen for herself, and that is damage that now cannot be undone. There is no excuse for that, financial or otherwise. It was heartless and without empathy. I feel the sentence I pass should reflect the pain you inflicted upon your victim, which will affect her now for the rest of her life. Is Ms Casey Reine in the court?”

“Yes your honour,” Casey answered standing up.

“Casey,” the Judge began. “I remember your original charge many months ago when you chose to register as a nudist and indenture to your sister to have the charge dropped. Am I to understand that was all under duress and your sister misled you and cornered you into that decision?”

“Um… yes your Honour,” Casey admitted.

“And since then you’ve been engaging in pornographic modelling at your sister’s insistence?”

“Yes your Honour.”

“Well, it seems I have been made a fool of,” Judge Sturt announced. “Bailiff, do we have a list of the defendant’s assets?”

“Yes your honour,” the bailiff answered. “We have cash assets to the sum of $238,354.25, two vehicles – a two year old Ford Mustang and a Mazda MX-5, the Indenture of one Cassandra Bloccato and various personal affects.”

Holy fuck! Jolene has that much money?

“I see,” Judge Sturt acknowledged. “I am ready to pass sentence then.”

“Yes your Honour,” Monique answered.

“Ms Jolene Reine, I am sentencing you to a term of Indenture of 20 years and I am awarding all of your assets to your sister who you betrayed so callously,” the judge announced.

Jolene hung her head and Monique put her hand on her shoulder reassuringly, aksu escort but neither of them seemed surprised by the sentence. Maybe anything was better than jail?

Then the judge turned to Casey. “Casey, I am releasing you from your indenture and giving you the option to reverse your nudist registration. I also offer you first option to purchase your sister’s Indenture for the sum of $1.00 if you so desire.”

Casey was shocked. $1.00? A twenty year indenture was worth tens of thousands of dollars. Had someone told him their plans to get revenge on Jolene or was this just his version of justice? An even bigger shock was that she suddenly had her wish to turn back time and make a choice about her life now. She could wear clothes again if she wanted! Holy fuck! It had been so long since she had worn anything and she never expected she would get that chance again, but here it was. But what about her plans with Cassandra to continue their lives as they were? The court case had gone exactly the way they had hoped. Well, much better than they hoped apart from this one factor that she never expected would be on the table. What about her body positivity message? Would all that be seen as hypocritical and go down the toilet if she changed? She would be seen as a victim rather than a voice. So much of her life now hinged on being a nudist. Did she really want to give all that up and try to live a ‘normal’ life? Or become a mere ‘Madam’ to Jolene and Cassandra? There was too much to lose she realised. She wanted to be a part of it, not just an observer, and she had to be a part of it if she wanted to continue getting her message out there. She should probably get a second opinion from her parents and friends just the same though.

“Your honour?” Casey asked. “May I have a moment to speak to my family?”

“Of course,” he replied. “The court will recess for ten minutes.”

Most of the courtroom cleared and Casey’s mother Sue turned to her.

“Casey, you can’t seriously be considering staying nude?” Sue asked. “This is your chance to get your life back.”

“It’s not that simple Mum,” Casey replied. “This is my life now. I know it’s hard for you to understand but I think I’m doing something important, and it’s something I enjoy now. Plus I have Cassandra to think about now as well. She’s still a nudist too.”

“Yes, I read your blog and I think I understand your position,” Michael replied. “That’s very interesting stuff and you might be onto something. Is it worth giving up your clothes for that though?”

“I think it is Dad,” Casey responded. “I have so many people following me and listening to what I say, and that’s important to them and to me. Plus I’m used to being nude now and everyone I care about has seen me already. The porn stuff, well I know you won’t want to hear it but I don’t exactly hate doing it, and you heard the kind of money it makes. Plus it’s a strong part of my message as well.”

“Yes, that’s true,” Michael admitted. “I’m not sure I like my little girl doing that stuff just the same though.”

“Dad, human sexuality is a normal and natural thing! There shouldn’t be all this shame around it! It should be out in the open and celebrated! None of us would even be here without it!”

“Ok ok,” Michael responded sensing she was getting a bit excited. “If this is truly what you want with your life now then your mother and I will support it. It’s not like you can take back what Jolene made you do now anyway. Are you considering buying her indenture? I would’ve thought you’d want nothing to do with her now?”

“I am but I need to talk to her first,” Casey replied. “If I could get her back home it would tie up a lot of loose ends, but Cassandra and I have plans to put her through everything she put us through and put her to work the same as she did to us as well, and she has to agree to that before I take her on. Are you cool with that? She’s still your daughter too.”

“She deserves whatever she gets Casey,” Sue chimed in. “I guess we’ll have two porn star daughters now but at least you’re doing it of your own free will now and Jolene will be reaping what she sowed.”

“You know we’ll support you whichever way you go Casey,” Greg added. “I’m not so sure about bringing Jolene back but you know her better than I do. If you think you can make it work then I’m with you.”

“Yeah, we got you girl,” Cassandra added with a smile while placing her hand on Casey’s shoulder.

“All rise,” the bailiff announced, cutting their conversation short as the judge re-entered the room.

“Casey, have you made your decision?” asked the judge.

“I have your Honour,” Casey replied. “If it’s ok, I’d like to retain my nudist registration?”

Holy fuck! She was asking if she could stay nude! If the Casey from six months ago could see this now she would never have believed it. She felt Cassandra and Greg’s hands on her shoulders. She looked at them briefly and saw they were smiling.

“That is fine with the court,” Judge Sturt replied. He had hoped she would decide this way. It was so exciting watching her on the cam and knowing she antalya escort was never covered up, but learning today that it hadn’t been voluntary had tarnished the fantasy. At least now she was choosing it freely and he hoped she would be back on the cam soon. In the meantime he could give her some justice for how it had happened, and restitution for what she had endured.

“And of your sister’s indenture?” he continued.

“If it’s ok, may I have some time to speak to her first?”

“No problems at all. Just let the clerk know when you’ve made your decision. I will place a 48 hour stay on her auction in the meantime.”

“Thank you your Honour,” Casey replied.

“Ok, if there are no objections?” Judge Sturt asked while turning to Monique.

“No your Honour,” Monique replied as she rubbed the back of Jolene’s arm. Jolene looked miserable.

“Ok then. Case is dismissed. Bailiff, next case please.”

Jolene was noticeably crying as she was led back out by an officer.

“Holy fuck Casey!” Cassandra squealed once they were all outside the courthouse.

“Oh, I’m so sorry Cassandra,” Casey replied. “I thought the court would set you free as well. I’ll talk to a lawyer and see what the process is for me to release you.”

“Don’t worry about it. It don’t matter to me. I’m just glad I’m not attached to that bitch anymore. I have a new and better wife now instead,” Cassandra replied with a cheeky smile.

Casey laughed at that and they hugged.

“Ok, let’s all grab some lunch to celebrate and then I’ll come back and see if I can get in to see Jolene,” Casey announced.

After lunch Casey’s parents had to return to their jobs so they left and wished them the best of luck with Jolene however it turned out. Casey decided it would be better if Cassandra waited outside with Greg so she could talk to Jolene alone, thinking what she had to say would be better received if Cassandra wasn’t there to gloat and stir her up.

An officer led Casey out to the holding cells which she remembered well from the time she was arrested and made to wait in one for hours completely nude. She would never forget the terror she felt during that time, and the constant humiliation that followed in the days and weeks afterwards under the control of her sister.

At last she spotted Jolene and the officer left them alone. Jolene was sitting silently in her cell and did not look happy. Her eyes were red from crying.

“Oh Casey!” she started as she noticed her standing outside. “Why did you do this? Did Cassandra put you up to it? Now everything’s ruined! I thought we had a good thing going? Are you going to get me out of here? Please say you will.”

“Ok, well first things first,” Casey began. “Charging you was mostly Dad’s decision. Cassandra had nothing to do with it. He found out what you did and wanted to put a stop to it. Now, I would have left well enough alone just the same if you hadn’t started treating Cassandra and I the way you did. That was awful and it had to be stopped. At the end of the day this is something you brought upon yourself, and you have to accept that and be ready to change before I even consider anything else. So yes, I can get you out of here, and nothing has to be ruined, but you have a tough decision to make.”

Jolene hung her head silently for a moment. Then the penny dropped and she looked back up at Casey.

“You’re going to make me do porn aren’t you?” she realised sadly.

“Yes, I’m not going to lie to you. You will be doing porn but that’s just part of it. This is your opportunity to make it all up to us and also make it even better than it was. If you want me to buy your indenture, you’re going to become one of us. You’re going to go through everything you put Cassandra and I through, and you’re going to be a part of our brand so we can make the business even more profitable. That means becoming a registered nudist, losing your pubes, the piercing, the butt-plug. Everything.”

“Oh God Casey!” Jolene replied in shock. “I can’t do that! Why would you do that to me?”

“Oh don’t take it personally. It’s just business,” Casey replied, using Jolene’s same words against her. The poetic justice was simply delicious.

“But I thought you forgave me? Why would you do this to me?”

“I did forgive you Jolene, but I didn’t forget what you did, and no one forced you to turn into such a bitch. That’s on you.”

“I’m so sorry Casey,” she replied distraughtly, “but please don’t make me become a nudist! I thought I was doing what was best for you but I know now that it was wrong of me to do that to you. I’ll do whatever you want but please don’t humiliate me like that. I can’t become a nudist! Not all the time. I just can’t! Please!”

“Look Jolene, that discomfort you’re feeling now is only temporary,” Casey continued, once again using Jolene’s words against her. “You will get used to being nude. If I wasn’t sure of that I wouldn’t have considered asking you to do it at all. Think of it this way – you’re going to be nude all of the time in your new career anyway so you won’t be covering up anything antalya otele gelen escort that people can’t see anytime they want. You’ll be fine. You’ll see.”

“Oh please Casey! I’m begging you! I can’t be a nudist and I can’t do porn! I just can’t!”

“Jolene, you’re not going to go through anything worse than what you put me through. There won’t be any male talent but you are going to have to get used to getting that money-maker out in the open and showing people what it can do, and I expect you to act like you’re into it. If you don’t, your life can never be more than a sad pity-party and the clients will stop booking you for the kind of work I wanted for you. Do you understand that? It is what it is now.”

This was almost fun.

“I’m not a slut Casey!”

That was interesting. So apparently she thought Casey and Cassandra were sluts then? Whatever sympathy Casey may have had for her just disappeared.

“No, you’re a fucking sociopath Jolene, and if you want out of here so we can get back to what we were doing, you’ll agree to this. All of it. I’m not walking out of here with you unless you register as a nudist and agree to throw yourself wholeheartedly into a porn career. You’re going to be useful, manageable and profitable or it’s not worth my while. This is a business decision remember? If you agree, then you can be out of here and back home tonight, but if you don’t then you’ll be going up for auction the day after tomorrow and who knows who will buy you and what you’ll be doing.”

“I’m not a sociopath! I love you!” Jolene protested. “I just wanted what I thought was best for all of us!”

“I know what you are Jolene. You are a sociopath no matter how much you deny it, but you’re my sociopath. I love you anyway,” Casey responded. “You’ll be my secret weapon for whenever I need you, but until that time comes you’ll be on a short leash and earn your keep. And don’t try to trick me either. If it turns out that you can’t be managed, then I do have the power to sell your indenture to someone else who probably won’t be as forgiving as I am. Don’t ever forget that. Play the game and you can still have a happy life outside of your career and other duties. Fuck any of us over in any way and you’re out.”

“Are you threatening me Casey?” Jolene asked with visible tears in her eyes. “How could you?”

“I’m telling you the truth of how it’s going to be Jolene. That’s a fuck-tonne more than what you gave me in the beginning. So what’s it going to be?”

Jolene started crying.

“Please Casey! I’m begging you!”

“What’s it going to be Jolene? Do you want to leave with me today or do you want me to leave without you?”

Jolene started sobbing uncontrollably while Casey folded her arms and watched her unmoved. What happened next was unnerving. Jolene looked up at Casey through her tears and noticed she wasn’t buying it, then she suddenly stopped crying and appeared to be completely composed apart from the residual redness of her eyes. It was as if a switch had flipped inside her.

“Fine. You win. I’ll do it,” she said with a calm and steady voice while looking straight into Casey’s eyes. She obviously already knew this would be her fate and was just trying to manipulate her way out of it all along!

Casey gave her a smile.

“You made the right choice. Wait here. I’ll be back.”

About twenty minutes later Casey returned with a male officer carrying the now familiar briefcase that would apply the registered nudist crescent tattoo.

“Ms Jolene Reine. I understand you wish to register as a nudist? Do you state that you enter into this registration of your own free will knowing it is permanently binding? If you agree say I do.”

Jolene looked questioningly at Casey.

“Here’s the bill of sale for your indenture Jolene,” Casey said while holding it up to her after realising that was what she wanted to see.

Jolene looked closely at it then she turned back to the officer.

“I do,” she said to him.

“Ok, if you could just sign here,” he said to Jolene handing her the document and a pen through the bars. She signed and handed it back to him. “Now if I could have your left arm?”

Jolene held her arm through the bars and the officer held it while placing the box from the briefcase onto it. He gripped her tightly all of a sudden and Jolene felt an intense burning sensation on her wrist briefly. She stared at it afterwards, coming to grips with what she knew she now had to do and the path that was now firmly set before her.

“You may undress when you’re ready Ms Reine.”

As she started to undress, the officer unlocked her cell and turned to Casey.

“She’s all yours,” he said to her. “I’ll escort you to the exit and then you’re free to be on your way.”

“Thank you,” Casey responded.

Jolene knew she was beaten, well at least for now, so she undressed without complaint and was at last standing in the cell naked. Then she realised it was one thing to know when you’ve been beaten but completely another to suddenly find yourself naked and knowing you were about to walk out amongst the public that way. Her face turned bright red and she was overwhelmed with the urge to cover her breasts and privates as faces started appearing in front of her as she walked. Casey was surprised when she felt Jolene’s hand taking hers but she accepted it and guided her sister through the busy foyer past all the heads swivelling to look at the two naked women.

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I couldn’t believe my luck. My wife Anna was next to mein bed and we were talking about our day before drifting off to sleep when she broke the news.

“I think it could be fun.” She had said. I had brought up the idea of a vacation to a nudist resort a couple years back. Anna had been adamant about her initial response. “No way!” She’d said. “No way I’m parading myself around a bunch of naked horny disgusting men all week!”

After months of recent pressure and pleading, it looked like something had changed her mind. “It would be like the beaches we went to on our trip to Europe, but for the whole week.”

“What made you change your mind?”

“Well, you know how the nude beaches we’ve been to have made me feel…objectified. They let anyone into those things and the men are always so…unrestrained.”

It was true. The men were always ogling the women, following them along the beach, and making lewd comments. They never did anything to hide their inevitable erections either.

“Well, I found a different kind of resort.” Anna continued. “This one respects women by keeping the men more in check. Everyone goes through an entrance assessment to weed out the perverts and single people. They guarantee the women will feel safe and the men are behaved.”

“How do manage that?”

“That’s the, uh…different part that you’d have to get used to…” Anna said nervously. She rolled towards me on her side and draped her soft, naked leg over mine. “In order to keep the men…subdued…” She caressed my stomach lightly and trailed her finger toward my manhood as she continued. “They have all the men wear a chastity device.” With that, her hand reached its destination and she softly cupped my balls.

“What?! No way am I doing that! Nuh-uh.” I said immediately.

“Honey, just think about it! It’s the only way you’re ever going to get me to go to one of those resorts. This way we can relax and have a good time without worrying about other people bothering us.” She moved her hand back to my chest and brought her leg up until it was pushing gently against my balls. “And besides, hasn’t it always kind of been your fantasy?”

She had me there. Soon after we got married I’d confided in her about my submissive side. For the past few months we had really been playing it up. Nothing too extreme–she would take charge during sex and I’d let her do whatever she wanted to me. More accurately, I’d end up doing whatever she wanted me to do to her. She really liked to be in control. One of her favorite things to do was tie my hands behind my back and tease me relentlessly. She even went so far as to make sex all about her during these fantasy sessions. She would force me to bring her to orgasm and sometimes deny me a release completely. At least for a day or two…she never let me go too long.

“Yes, that’s my fantasy with you.” I replied. “But you said you could never actually lock me in chastity. Besides, at a resort is totally different.”

She smiled slyly at me and returned her hand to my manhood. “About that…I’ve really enjoyed how submissive you’ve been lately in bed. Giving up your orgasms for me at will. Watching you get all horny and frustrated when I tease you. Knowing that there’s nothing you can do about it until I decide to let you cum. I was thinking it might be time to take it to the next level. What do you think?” At this point she was whispering sexily. Between the things she was saying and her warm breath in my ear, my penis began to harden in her hand. “I’ll take that as a ‘yes’.” She whispered coyly. “Besides, saying no wouldn’t make me happy…and you want me to be happy, don’t you?”

“Of course I do honey.” I stammered as my erection grew to full attention.

“Then it’s settled! We’re going to the resort!” She squealed, squeezing my dick tightly before rolling over away from me. “What about this?” I asked, pointing to my erection. She glanced over her shoulder at my throbbing cock, laughed, and said “Don’t worry, it will still be there in the morning.”

I tried in vain to ignore my burning erection as my mind raced. What the hell had I gotten myself into?

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I turned the car off the paved road and on to a narrow gravel drive leading to the resort. It was a further 5 miles before we reached the welcome center. I was relieved to finally be here. The drive had only taken four hours, but Anna had not made it an easy one. Or an easy week for that matter. It had been 3 days since she revealed her plan to me, and we hadn’t had sex since 2 days before that. We both liked to take a small break leading up to a vacation…the anticipation made it all that more exciting once we finally arrived at a new place and made love. It always started off our vacations on a high note and led to lots of wild sex for the duration of the trip.

Anna had been sure to wear her most “comfortable” clothes for the car ride; yoga pants and a tank top. I’m sure she’d picked her outfit just to provide the most torment antalya sınırsız escort for me. Her light gray tank top had spaghetti straps and one of those built in “bras” that gave her just enough support, but not so much that her breasts didn’t jiggle and bounce over the bumpy roads as they strained against the thin material. At 34d, her breasts were firm, yet very soft, and just heavy enough to create a beautiful, tear drop shaped profile in her shirt. And the pants, well…

“There,” she pointed. “That’s where we check in.” The building was very beautiful, surrounded by palm trees and shrubs typical of central Florida beaches. As we walked toward the brightly painted building, I couldn’t help but stare as Anna walked slightly in front of me. Her purple yoga pants were those relaxed fit kind, the kind that are tight around the ass and upper thighs and then fan out down the legs. Anna had one of those round, bubbly asses that had a way of filling out whatever material she squeezed it into. At 5′ 5″ and 140 pounds, she was far from overweight–but she had just the right amount of cushion in just the right places. Her waist was average at about 28″, but it gave way to curvy, shapely hips and deliciously thick thighs. She was quite proud of her ass; she was always doing squats and exercises to maximize what God gave her. But it wasn’t hard and overly firm…it was soft and supple, with a round, full shape that caught your attention and kept it there. Her thighs were soft and full to match.

“Hey,” she said, snapping me out of my trance. “There will be plenty of time for that later.” She winked and playfully slapped her butt, causing it to jiggle in the skin-tight confines of her thin yoga pants.

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“Right this way.” Marie, the woman from the front desk, led me down a hallway off the lobby and into what was basically a doctor’s exam room. Anna had been taken another direction by another woman. We were to be individually assessed by the staff before being shown to our room.

“Please strip naked and put on this gown. The examiner will be in shortly.”

I did as instructed and sat on one of the 3 stools in the room. Soon, an older woman in her late 40’s dressed in nurse’s scrubs entered, followed by a much younger woman dressed in street clothes.

“Hi, I’m director Miller and this is our newest trainee, Aimee. She’s going to assist me with your entrance exam if that’s OK.”

“Sure,” I said nervously. I had no idea what all this was going to entail.

Director Miller proceeded to ask me about 20 questions about my relationship with Anna, whether or not I had ever been to a place like this before, etc. Finally, she started covering some of the resort rules.

“Our resort is uniquely run in a way that is female friendly. Do you know what that means?”

“Not really.”

“We find that men are generally much more comfortable in a nude environment than women at first. So to help women feel at home, there are separate rules for each gender. For men, this a clothing restricted resort, meaning you are required to be nude from your head to your feet at all times. Women do have the option of covering up, except when actively swimming in the pool or beaches. We encourage them to go nude as frequently as possible in order to experience the full resort atmosphere, but don’t require it.”

“Why can’t men cover up?” I asked, surprised.

“90% of men who want to go to a nudist resort never get their partners to agree, so we let the women set the rules here. They feel more comfortable if they retain some control of the environment…and their men.” She smiled. “To that end, we also employ the use of male chastity devices. Have you ever worn one before?”

“Um, no.”

“Well, it should only take a couple minutes to apply. I need to start with the next exam, but Aimee here can finish up. Please stand and remove your gown, and we’ll get you fitted.”

I was shocked. “Y-you do it?” I stammered.

“Yes, that way we ensure a proper comfortable fit. I’ll be back to check on you.”

Director Miller left, and Aimee turned to the cabinets behind her and gathered some equipment. I stood and nervously removed the gown.

Because I was now standing, when Aimee rotated her stool back to face me, her face was right at my crotch level. Aimee paused when she first saw my shaved pubic area, her gloved hands in mid-air on their way to their destination. I thought I saw a smile in the corner of her mouth as she continued.

“First I’m going to attach a base ring.” She selected a plastic ring from a box on her tray and proceeded to secure it behind my balls, against my body. As she did so, her eyes drifted upward until she was looking directly into mine. It was then that I first realized how absolutely stunning she was. She had big, deep emerald green eyes with long lashes, full pouty lips, and dark reddish-brown hair that cascaded down the döşemealtı escort sides of her face. From my vantage point, I could see directly down the front of her scrubs to her ample cleavage. I gulped and averted my eyes, but not before Aimee noticed where I had been looking. She definitely smiled that time.

“Now I’m going to fit the penis tube.” She turned to the equipment tray again and I noticed a selection of different styles. There was an assortment of colors and sizes, some of which looked impossibly large.

“Are some of those for uh, erect…?” I asked, my voice trailing off.

“What, these?” She pointed to the larger ones. “No, they’re just for different size flaccid penises. Each one is color coded. Clear is the smallest, then white, green is average, then blue, black, and finally red for the big ones. Penises do come in all sizes; some can be quite large…or small.” She smirked as she looked directly into my eyes. She picked up the largest of the devices, which must have been +6″ long, and to my horror, she brought it to my own penis and held it right beside my modest size. “See, with this one you could probably obtain a full erection quite easily, with room to spare.”

I couldn’t believe she had said that, even if it was true. Actually, I thought my erect cock would fill most of the plastic sleeve, but flaccid it probably would look mostly empty. The girth looked to be 2 times the size of mine. She held it there a few seconds longer; she seemed to be really taking in the comparison. My face was red with embarrassment, but a strange thing happened… I felt a stirring in my balls. No! My mind panicked. All this attention was having an effect on me. I felt my cock fill with blood and it began to lift itself upward. I desperately tried to fight it off, but to no avail. Aimee stared as my penis grew to full attention, which took all of 5 seconds. I’m a very fast grower, and get very stiff very quickly. My cock was throbbing with my heartbeat and pointing straight up. “See, this large size wouldn’t do at all.” She was right– my penis looked ridiculously short and thin next to the giant hollow tube she held.

Finally, she exchanged the monster size device for the green average size in the middle of the tray. She held this to my cock for a few seconds before shaking her head and exchanging it again for yet a smaller size, the white one. There was only one smaller size remaining.

“I think this small one is about the right size.” She said, fully aware of the implication of her words. I was mortified– here was an extremely attractive young woman fiddling with my privates and mocking the size of them.

“OK, looks like I’ll have to apply some calming lube to get this on.” She squeezed some clear gel from a tube onto her gloved hand. She quickly wrapped her fist around my cock and pumped it a few times to distribute the fluid. Almost instantly, my penis began to shrink…and shrink…and shrink until it almost disappeared entirely.

She proceeded to lift my cock with just her thumb and forefinger and slip it into the white plastic tube. She attached it to the base ring using the pegs extending along the top of my cock. Just then, Miller returned to the room.

“Let’s see how you’ve done, Aimee.” Miller rolled up to my crotch on her stool. She lifted the end of the tube and peered into the small hole in the end and at my penis inside. “Hmm, it seems a little loose. Let’s try the next smaller size.” Aimee removed the tube and switched it for the smallest size possible.

“Are you sure I need this one?” I groaned. “It’s the smallest one.”

Miller quipped back, “This is also the smallest penis we’ve seen today.” Aimee smirked at me from behind her. “Now if you want to stay at the resort you’ll have to do things our way.” With that, she pulled a small metal lock through the holes in the device and snapped it shut.

“There, all finished. You can get dressed and go meet your wife in the lobby. She will have a key to the lock of she wants to use it in the privacy of your own suite.”

I wasn’t sure if she meant my wife would want to use the key or my cock, but I guess it didn’t matter. As they stood and left the room, Aimee turned back to me, winked, and whispered, “Have a nice little stay!”

I dressed and headed down the hall to meet Anna. “How was it?!” She asked excitedly.

“Fine,” I mumbled with my head down. “Let’s just get to our room.”

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I parked the car near our building and got the bags from the trunk. Anna had the key card. “Suite

05. Second floor. This way.” She led us to a stairway, and started up. I couldn’t help but stop at the bottom and watch as she continued. I had a perfect view of her ample bottom as it rose and fell with every step. I couldn’t wait to tear into her.

We reached the room and I dropped the bags. Anna squealed and turned to me, throwing her arms around my next. “I’m so excited! konyaaltı escort This place is gorgeous!”

“Not as gorgeous as you, babe.” I drew her to me and kissed her passionately. She fluttered her tongue around mine and caressed the back of my head. My hands dropped down her back and rested on the shelf created by the swell of her ass. I felt my trapped cock grow in its cage. It must have pressed against Anna stomach, because she broke our kiss and pulled away.

“Oh, right! Can I see it?” She asked.

“I-I guess. It’s kind of embarrassing.”

“Well I’m going to see it eventually. And so is everyone else.”

She dropped to her knees in front of me, unfastened my belt and lowered my pants. She hooked her thumbs in the waistband of my boxers and yanked them down. The chastity device popped out wildly and bounced inches from her face.

“Oh, wow!” She giggled. She reached out and slowly moved the device around, studying it. “Does it hurt?”

“No, it’s a little uncomfortable. It’s weird to have something pulling my balls away from my body and trapping my cock. It feels heavy.”

“I think it looks hot. And kind of cute. Can it get hard in there? You have some room you know.”

I looked down and sure enough my flaccid cock filled only 1/2 the length of the 2″ clear plastic. You could easily see the size and shape of my cock. I groaned and sank onto the bed.

“What’s wrong honey?” Anna curled up beside me and played her head next to mine.

“Most of the other cages were solid colors. Everyone will be able to see right through mine.”

“Um, it is a nudist resort. I’ll be completely naked you know.”

“Yes, but it’s humiliating to wear this thing, it’s like my dick is on display. Somehow it’s worse than being totally naked.”

“Wait, why is yours clear? Why didn’t you just pick a solid color?”

“I didn’t have a choice. They were, um… color coded by size.”

Anna lifted her head and looked up at me with a knowing, sly look. “So what size is your little man sporting?”

I didn’t know how to answer. On one hand, I didn’t want to admit the truth. On the other hand, Anna knew about my humiliation fetish tendencies…but she had never explored the issue. I wasn’t even sure she remembered.

“There were 5 or 6 sizes…they were all solid colors except this one. I guess because it was the smallest.” My heart was racing as I admitted my shortcomings.

Anna’s mouth gaped open surprised and she gave me what might have been a genuinely disappointed look. “Oh…really?”

“That’s not a problem is it? You’ve always been happy with my size, right?” I was getting nervous about her answer.

She smiled and dropped her hand down to cup my caged cock and balls. Her hand easily covered my entire package. “Of course, babe. I love my little man.” She kissed me slowly and deeply as she rolled my balls around with her fingers. I knew her palm was lying right on top of my cock, but I felt nothing through the plastic. All I felt were her nails tracing around my scrotum as she made out with me. She moved to my neck and kissed it softly. Man, she really knew how to tease me and get me all worked up.

“Oh, Anna, the past 6 days have been torture. I want you so bad.” I moaned.

“I want you too Tim. It’s so hot thinking about that nurse embarrassing you today.”

I pulled back slightly, shocked. “Y-you remember that?”

“Remember what?” She whispered, kissing my ear lobe. “Do I remember how you wanted me to humiliate you? How you asked me to talk about your cock…and how small it is?” I moaned loudly at that, which she took as a sign of agreement. “You thought I wouldn’t remember,” she continued. “But how could I forget? Every time we have sex I’m reminded of just how small you are. I think you know that, right?”

“I-I’m average I think.” I don’t know if I was trying to save face after the woman I loved told me my manhood was small, or if I was playing along, drawing more words from her.

“Ha! Average? I don’t think so sweetie. Even if you were, that wouldn’t be anything to brag about. No woman dreams of an “average” cock. No, I love you honey, but we all have our shortcomings, so to speak.” By this time my cock had filled the plastic tube and was straining desperately for an erection. Instead, it just caused the base ring to pull my balls forward painfully.

“Ooh, I guess your cock agrees. It’s giving you away; even of you won’t acknowledge I’m turning you on.”

“I can’t think of a single shortcoming you have,” I said honestly.

“Oh, that can’t be true. There must be something you would change about me if you could. Even a little? You can be honest.” Anna traced her fingers around my chest and gave me her best puppy dog eyes.

“No, babe, nothing. When I think of the perfect woman I picture you.” It was the truth.

Anna blushed slightly and smiled. “That’s so sweet. What is it you like the most? Physically.”

“Well, your face is beautiful and your eyes are so piercing blue. I love to run my fingers through your long wavy hair. It contrasts your smooth fair completion so well.”

She giggled and nuzzled up even closer to me, pulling her leg up until it pushed upward against my balls. The slight pressure that caused made my cock strain even harder in its plastic prison. “What else? This is fun!”

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“Hello?” Samantha’s voice coming over through his phone caused Brady to smile for the first time in a while. She had been one of his best friends since third grade, and he even had a bit of a crush on her. It started the first day of middle school when she punched a kid for making fun of him. Ever since that day he had harbored a secret love. Not that she could ever know that.

“Sam! It’s Brady.”

“OH MY GOD! Brady! I feel like August was years ago. It’s so good to hear your voice! How have you been? Tell me all about it! HSU living up to the hype?”

“Well…” came his timid reply, before brightening artificially. “I’m starting at wide receiver.”

“Already?!” Her genuine excitement warmed his heart, and reminded him why he wanted to play in the first place. “That’s so awesome! See, you were worried it would be hard for you. Sounds like you’re killing the college game.”

“That’s actually why I wanted to call you. There’s a game Friday night, and if you can make it down here-“

“Yes! I mean, yeah, sure, I can make it. That’d be really cool. I only have one class on Friday and it ends at ten.” She tried to temper herself, but Brady could tell she was legitimately excited.

“Oh, uh, awesome. I’ll have a ticket waiting for you at will-call. I figure right after the game we can just head home and chill for the weekend. Catch up.”

“Yeah… yeah I would really like that.” She couldn’t hide the smile in her voice.

They spoke for a couple more minutes, before she had to run off, but it was all Brady needed to lift his spirits. That is until about five minutes later when a text from Rob came through.

“Pep rally, five o’clock at the Frog house. Be there and wear your jersey.”

There was nothing inherently sinister about the message, but Brady couldn’t help but feel a lingering darkness about the whole situation.

He sulked along during his day, where Rob seemed suspiciously uninterested in messing with him. The arousal check in Ms. Adam’s class was as humiliating as ever, but at least he was wearing his own underwear this time. Before Brady knew it, he was trudging along, watching as the raucous frat house, and the dreaded pep rally, drew ever closer.

“Hey there little guy!” came Rob’s voice, and was followed by the familiar heavy slap on the back. “You ready for the rally?!”

“Alright. I give up. What are you planning to do to me tonight? Strip me naked and make me serve people drinks? Turn me into a living statue? Let people write humiliating things on me? What?” Brady almost didn’t care anymore, his tone carrying an unusual edge.

“Hey hey, relax brother. I’m not messing with you during the homecoming pep rally. That shit’s sacred. We’re here to get prepped to stomp a mudhole in West Middleburg U! So are you ready?”

Brady took a breath, and tried to relax. He reminded himself that hell week would pass, and then they would be teammates. Somehow his anxiety grew worse. “You bet your ass I am. We’re gonna make them look like some bitches!”

Rob gave him a smile, and another, less firm pat on the back, before they made their way into the crowded house to loud cheers.

“That’s right everyone, the party can start now!” Shouted Rob, as a gorgeous brunette in a very short skirt handed Brady a red cup full of what was probably the cheapest beer they could find. In that moment it was the most delicious thing Brady had ever tasted.

Most of the night, Brady was the center of attention, and for once it was a good thing. He drank and danced and laughed with everyone for a few hours, while they all grew more inebriated and excitable. Towards the end of the night, Rob herded the football team onto a large stage with a white sheet making up a makeshift screen behind them. All the attention in the room turned to them, and Brady felt a familiar twinge of discomfort.

“Gentlemen, ladies, and theydies,” Rob shouted about the din of the crowd. “welcome to the tenth HSU football championship season!” An animalistic roar erupted from the mass of people, as the thick crowd of drunk students swayed a bit. “We have a team here that’s as good or better than any team we’re going to face this year! Let’s see why!”

With that the lights went down, and a projector in the back whirred to life. A video of their practice highlights flickered against the sheet. It was clearly edited to make them look good, but the crowd was still into it. Brady couldn’t help but smile every time a clip of him making a fantastic antalya rus escort catch played. He even thought he saw some of the cheerleaders looking impressed.

That’s when things changed. The highlight reel stopped, and was suddenly replaced by the image of a dorm room, which Brady instantly recognized as his own.

“Huh?” he said, a confused look hovering on his face. The confusion doesn’t last long, as he watches himself walk on screen dressed in the “I have a tiny pee pee” shirt, and the tight sweatpants, his tiny erection raging beneath them. A gentle laugh started among the crowd, and Brady knew exactly what footage he was looking at. “Rob, please no.” he tried, but knew it was no use. Brady could only watch as the on screen version of himself ripped the clothes off, revealing his minuscule erection to the crowd, who immediately got louder.

Brady tried to keep himself from looking at everyone, but couldn’t help it. He looked up to see a sea of his classmates waving their pinkies, and holding their thumb and forefingers an inch apart to mock him. Things only got worse when screen Brady started furiously stroking his little cock with three fingers. At this point, most of the crowd was either doubled over in laughter, or pulling out their phones to record the incident.

Brady could only watch in horror as past version of himself laid back, and let his little cock shoot, covering his chest in cum. The audience couldn’t believe what they were seeing, the laughter somehow growing even louder. The screen shut off, and the lights came up, but this did nothing to dampen the abject humiliation Brady was feeling. Brady tried to take solace in the idea that it couldn’t get any worse, then he heard Rob’s voice.

“Wow! What a performance from our newest starting receiver, huh? He’s fast on the field, but not as fast as his hand when it’s time to play with his baby boner!”

At this point, Brady gave up and tried to walk off stage, but several of his team mates grabbed him, holding him there against his will.

“Oh no little guy.” Rob laughed “You’re not getting away that easy. These people saw the recorded version! Now they wanna see it live!”

Brady’s eyes went wide. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “You’re not serious…”

“Oh… I am.” With that Brady felt a set of hands grab his jersey, and pull it off his torso before he could do anything to stop them. They worked just as quickly to pull off his pants, shoes, and underwear, leaving him completely naked in front of the crowd, his tiny, flaccid cock nowhere near as big as it was on screen. He tried to cover himself, but the team held his arms out so everyone could get a good look.

“Alright baby dick.” said Rob with a laugh. “You have two choices. You can either stroke that little thing for the crowd, and get it over with, or we can leave you like this not only for tonight, but all day tomorrow. It’s up to you.”

Brady hesitated for a while, thinking for a second that this all must be some horrible dream. That was, until the crowd began chanting “stroke that dick-let (clap clap clapclapclap)”.

He looked over at Rob, searching for a shred of humanity, and found none. He quickly realized he didn’t have much of a choice. Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, Brady reached down, and began to play with his cock. Due to its state, he had to use just two fingers at first, which got the crowd going louder than ever. He tried to shut their laughter out, and eventually got himself hard, which didn’t do much to stop the mockery.

The room slowly went quiet, which wasn’t much better. All it did was make Brady acutely aware of all the eyes, and worse, cameras on him as he jerked his undersized dick. Despite all of this, Brady eventually felt himself get closer and closer to cumming. To his horror, he let out an involuntary moan, that set the crowd off again. This time not only could he hear laughter, but he could pick out individual comments from the crowd.

“Oh my god he’s enjoying it!”

“What a little perv!”

“That’s right, jerk that baby carrot!”

“Cum for us, button dick!”

Brady couldn’t hold out any longer. He felt the wave of reluctant pleasure wash over him as his little cock twitched, shooting its load onto the stage in front of him. This brought a loud cheer from the crowd, as Brady blushed, dropping his head and watching his dicklet shrink back down to its dormant size.

“Well belek escort there we go!” shouted Rob. “Fantastic performance from our newest starting receiver! Give him a hand for being such a good sport… Well give him three fingers anyway!”

They let Brady get dressed, but the rest of the night was hellish. A large number of the women that saw him immediately tried to re-enact the video they saw, using their pinky to represent Brady’s dick, and stroking it with two fingers, before throwing their head back in laughter. Brady couldn’t even remember the walk back to his dorm, but he would never forget the humiliation he suffered that night.

The next morning Brady sat on his bed, dressed in a tightly belted pair of jeans, and the same jersey he wore during the humiliating pep rally the night before. He tossed a football from hand to hand, staring into the middle distance, trying to find the motivation to go to class. It had been a draining week, and he wasn’t sure how much more he could take. As a result of his indecision, he was still sitting on his bed fifteen minutes into his first class. That was when a knock came at the door, causing Brady to jump. He walked over, and opened the door with a shaking hand, to see the last person in the world he wanted to see.

“Hey man.” said Rob, a sincere note of worry in his voice. “When you didn’t come to class, I got worried. We need our starting receiver tonight. You alright?”

Brady stared at him in disbelief for a moment, before replying. “Uh… yeah, I mea… yeah I was just…”

“Oh shit, I get it. My bad. I should’ve told you, tradition dictates that I leave you alone for the day leading up to the homecoming game. We want our starters to be mentally prepared. I know I faked you out last night, but I promise, I’m not going to mess with you today. Today I want you focused on winning.”

Brady wasn’t sure whether or not to believe him, but decided he really didn’t have much choice. They walked to class together, and sat through it without incident. In fact, that’s how most of the day went. He walked from class to class, and even Ms. Adams left him alone. It seemed the whole school was in on this tradition. For once, Brady was thankful.

Lunch was actually rather pleasant. A number of students even patted him on the back and wished him luck. For the first time since Monday morning, Brady felt like coming to HSU might not have been a giant mistake.

After a full day of this, Brady felt like he had the entire school behind him. He was more than ready for the game. The final class of the day blew by with him barely noticing. It almost felt like a blink between lunch and him sitting in the locker room, full uniform on, his helmet sitting by his side.

“You ready Rook?” Rob’s voice came from the other end of the bench. Brady answered with a solemn nod.

As they ran through the entryway onto the field surrounded by 40,000 screaming fans, the events of last week melted away entirely. For the first time, it wasn’t even in the back of Brady’s mind. There was only this moment. He scanned the front row, and quickly found Samantha’s face smiling at him. He flashed a smile back, and looked up to see the team on the jumbo screen overlooking the field. It was a surreal sight, but he didn’t have long to take it in before sliding his helmet over his head, and preparing for battle.

The game was a vicious one. Both teams were at the start of their season, so they were more than ready to hit each other. The game was stopped more than once due to injury, and at the beginning of the fourth quarter, HSU was losing 6-3. The fourth went like the rest, until about fifteen seconds from the end of the game.

Brady lined up against the cornerback that had been shoving him around all day, number 53, a fire burning in his eyes. When the ball was snapped, Brady took off like he hadn’t just played 60 minutes of grueling football. It was like his feet were carrying him without him even thinking about it. He faked to the left, and 53 bought it. Brady sprinted back the other direction, completely alone. He ran as fast as he could down the sideline, his arm up to indicate that he was open. Brady looked back and saw the ball spiraling directly toward him. He put his hands out, and as if dropped by god himself, Brady caught the ball mid stride. With nobody to even attempt to stop him, Brady ran the length of the field as the clock ticked down, scoring the winning touchdown kepez escort just as it hit zero.

Brady couldn’t believe it. The realization only hitting him when he spun around and saw the stadium full of people on their feet, cheering and chanting his name. Time froze. Brady took a deep breath and marveled in his big moment, not just seen by the tens of thousands in attendance, but the millions watching at home.

Time quickly unfroze, as his team mates came rushing from down field, tackling and piling on him in ceremonial celebration. While at the bottom of the pile of heavy bodies, Brady felt his helmet and shoulder pads pulled off. Before he could do anything about it, his shoes, and the rest of the uniform on his lower half were torn off as well, leaving him completely naked. He tried to escape, but the large group of men grabbed him, and lifted him up on their shoulders, presenting his naked body, tiny dick and all, to the cheering crowd. He tried to cover himself, but they grabbed his hands, leaving him completely exposed.

The crowd went silent for a moment, before a wave of laughter swept through the stadium. Brady turned a bright red, as his team turned him around, not only giving the other side a better view, but letting Brady see that the entire thing was being projected onto the jumbo screen so everyone could see exactly how small he was.

The crowd’s laughter quickly turned to chants of “Baby Dick! Baby Dick!” as his team mates took him on a victory lap around the field, ignoring his protests. Half way around, he looked into the crowd, and his heart sank. There was Samantha. She had her face covered, but he could see by the bouncing of her shoulders that she was laughing uncontrollably. It was then that he realized that this game was being broadcast live across the country. He couldn’t take anymore. Managing to wiggle free, he dropped to the moist grass with a heavy thud. Brady covered himself, and ran to the locker room, the laughter and chanting of the crowd following him back down the entrance tunnel.

Brady got dressed in record time, before his teammates could even make it back to the locker room. He then left, and was both relieved and horrified to find Samantha already sitting in her car, waiting for him to come out. He briefly considered just walking the hundred miles home, but ultimately realized he’d have to face her eventually. As he climbed into the car, he couldn’t even look at her.

“Listen…” She tried to start, but Brady put up his hand and stopped her.

“I know what you’re gonna say. Please don’t. That’ll only make things worse.”

She was quiet for a moment, as they pulled out of the parking lot, and made their way toward the freeway. After about ten minutes, she spoke again. “So instead of trying to sympathize… it would be better for you if I just treated you like I always do?”

“Oh my god, yes, please.” he replied, throwing up his hands, and slamming his head back against the headrest. “Seriously, all I have wanted all week was to be back with you… and everyone else obviously, just treating me like you normally would.”

“Okay…” she smiled. “Then I should probably spend the next couple hours making fun of your tiny dick.”

Brady’s jaw dropped, as she threw her head back in laughter. It took him a minute to understand. “Oh… ok I get it. That’s cute.”

“I mean seriously. I know it was cold out there, but I can’t think of a place on earth that gets cold enough to explain what I saw.”

“Alright-“

“I’ve seen some small ones in my life, but my god. It was like a baby bird poking its head out of a nest.”

“Alright Sam! I got it.”

“Look, I’m just saying I don’t see you any different. This is just like when Jenny wedgied herself climbing that fence, or when Paul was jerking it in the bathroom and got caught by the janitor. Yeah, it’s embarrassing, and I’ll probably pick on you a bit, but at the end of the day, you’re still Brady. I don’t care how big your dick is.”

Brady’s gaze stayed on his shoes, but a little smile crept across his face. “Or like the time your skirt fell down on stage during that speech-“

“Yeah, just like that.” she cut him off, her eyes now locked on the road ahead.

“And you were wearing those pink panties with the red hearts all over them.”

“Yeah, ok. Better be careful. Our friends might not watch football, but I could always insist that they ABSOLUTELY have to see your big play… and the celebration afterward.”

Brady’s smile faded, and Samantha laughed once more. “Fuck…” said Brady “I forgot the game was on TV. Everyone probably saw everything.”

“I mean… maybe it was so small they didn’t see it.”

Brady let out a laugh, more out of exhaustion than anything, as Samantha pressed down on the gas, and they drove off toward home…

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{Note: All the names are fictitious and some characters are composite of more than one person.}

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Each nudist resort is a unique place. Some are completely geared to transient visitors and all facilities are shared communally. On the other extreme, some are almost entirely geared the long term residents and there may be few, if any, transient facilities. This latter style of resort becomes mostly a clothing optional retirement facility, usually full of mobile homes. Many resorts, including Broke Oak, are in between the extremes.

Broke Oak has scores of fulltime housing consisting of mobile homes or modular homes with property almost the sizes of a city neighborhood. Almost. There are scores of short-term transient ‘hookups’ oriented spaces for travelers, winter Texans, and such. But there is also a group of dozens of the short term hookups that have, by nature of persistent residents, become mid-length ‘hooked up’ sites. The Broke Oak community lives close together both physically and socialy. The live mostly in travel trailers, 5th wheel rigs or Winnebagos, etc. Mostly the rigs haven’t been moved lately and possibly could not. Almost all are owned by someone that did not move the vehicle here and won’t remove it from here.

But the upshot of all of this is that all the folks on that continuum of quarters find some manner, somehow, to become a community of sorts. Yes, there is a pecking order to some extent, but it is fairly fluid and allows a lot of diversity and inclusivity.

Out of its winter Texans, weekend guests, and full time residents, Broke Oak has a population between 40 and 150, depending on … whatever! Among that population we have about 4 people that give a reasonable massage. Two of us are properly licensed; two of us are radical libertarians that reject licensing. All of us give a decent massage. I am one of the radicals that learned my skill my OJT and by being the victim from time to time.

I have kind of gotten sweet on one of the licensed therapists, Faye. I am not ready for a move in, marry up, or even ‘exclusive’ relationship. But I am ready to get close enough that we can grow on each other. I live in a mobile home on a circle that directly borders the ‘long term’ traveler area (read that as once upon a time travelers, now staying here long term!) Faye lives in this section.

Here I am in my sixties and I live naked with scores of other naked people. And I get tongue-tied, nervous, and stutter talking to a single woman my own age. It is embarrassing. Male or muratpaşa escort female, a virtual stranger in the café can ask my opinion on the fine points of pubic grooming and we do fine with our conversation. But trying to work out a social footing with a single woman is completely frightening — scary to the bone. Well, not THAT bone.

Faye is quite a stunning woman. She and I have been exchanging massages weekly or more for almost three months. This morning, after breakfast we walked to our homes together. It is about 2 blocks, but with motivation it can be done fairly slowly and give about 5 minutes to talk without the entire table listening in. This was the afternoon for our massage and it was my turn to come to her place and massage her. We both skip lunch on massage days and then share a light snack or salad after the massage and about a 30 minute cool down.

As we walked, Faye offered “Gus, we have been sharing massages for months now and we have always done things very proper and by the book. But I think we need to kick our massages up a notch.”

Assuming she was needing maybe twice a week, I guessed “You mean do them two days every week?”

“No, not more often; I mean more ‘acreage’ so to speak. What I mean is ‘if it isn’t covered, massage it — and maybe some parts that aren’t so easy to see also.”

Well, I caught her drift and looked sideways at her while we walked. “I’m fine with this, but I’m not ready to be exclusive. Not that I have anyone else. I haven’t been with a woman since my wife passed away. At least not ‘completely’ if you know what I mean.”

“Gus, I have been a widow for six years and I have had men friends off and on, but I do know what you mean. And, I’m not talking about an exclusive relationship either, but we have grown close enough that I would like us to be more intimate, if you are willing.”

“Faye, I think I am, and I will let you know for sure when I come over later, but either way, I want our friendship to continue?”

“It better, you louse, or you’re gonna have to go to George for all your massages and he’ll give you the happy ending whether you like it or not!” Faye chuckled.

I dropped Faye at her door and went home. The rest of the morning I made sure in my mind of what I was doing, I finally left it up to what Faye said, she just wanted us to be more intimate. I got my things ready to take over and then kicked around the house doing things I have to do to keep the place from getting antalya anal yapan escort too scary even for me.

Right on time, at noon, I went over to Faye’s. Her fifth wheel is large enough to put her massage table up in the living room area and still be able to work. We like it to be about 78 degrees for a massage and with the windows and front door open and screened, it was perfect. As our habit, I let myself in and called Faye. She came out of the bedroom area and gave me our customary hug, but when she finished, I lifted her fact to mine, kissed her and told her everything would work out fine. Faye just smiled.

We put on our usual music and Faye got on the table face down. I began at her neck and shoulders and saw her with ‘new eyes,’ so to speak, her skin was supple, as always, but seemed more enjoyable to my touch. I worked down her back and then went to one side, then the other, to care for her shoulders and arms.

I went around the table and began on her feet and legs. Carefully starting with her toes, I began up her ankle and calf. First, one leg and then the other. Faye has always been very comfortable with her thighs not having to be locked closed and I have always had wonderful views of her vulva and today was no different, yet. After her lower legs, I came around the side of the table and starting at an ankle, moved up her calf and then thigh. I repeated this going higher each time until I was going past where I used to stop and on the up stroke, I was brushing over her outer lips. Faye moaned and her legs opened slightly more and I repeated this several times before going to the other leg.

After both legs were done, I whispered for her to turn over onto her back. I helped her gently and also helped her get situated and still.

I started again at her shoulders then each arm and shoulder. I have always massaged around Faye’s breasts, including the edges of the breasts, but not the nipples and not the center. She has a D cup and in her sixties, they obviously sag a fair amount, but laying on her back, they were fantastic. Her areolas are about 2 inches across and her nipples are about the size of the end of her little fingers. Of course she has no tan line, and her breasts are just slightly less tanned than the rest of her surrounding skin.

I gently massaged her breasts completely and then, with added oil, I gave firm, but still gentle treatment to each nipple and then to both at the same time. Faye’s breathing antalya merkez escort deepened and she openly sighed and whispered her pleasure. I was getting extremely hard through all this and Faye’s arm was often up against my cock. Sometimes, she was gently moving her arm to keep up the contact.

After her breasts, I began at her feet and gave her the same treatment I had on the back of each foot, ankle, calf, and then thigh. At the end of the thigh strokes, I spent more and obvious attention on her pussy. She has shaved lips with a small oval, very short patch of hair above her slit. Faye’s inner lips don’t protrude very much, only when her outer lips open and they were opening with each touch I delivered.

Finally, with oil, I opened her lips with one hand and used my middle finger to enter her vagina, looking for her G-spot. The finger that had open the lips went to the top of her slit and began circling her clit.

Faye’s legs opened quite a bit and I felt her arm go behind me. Her hand was on my butt and she whispered for me to get on top of her. I asked if she wanted the front door closed and she said, no, just get on top of her.

Carefully, I got on the massage table with her. I felt her thighs open to guide my entry and for the first time in over a year, my cock entered a pussy. It was so fucking hot and tight. I went slowly of course, but Faye pulled me in further with each stroke.

I told her I was not going to last long and she said not to worry. She ran her hand down to her mound to circle her clit and I pumped for all I was worth.

I felt myself quickly coming to the point of no return and welcomed it as much as I dreaded being too quick. A couple of strokes and I was there. I was suddenly aware that Faye was obviously close with her fingering, the door was wide open if anyone came to visit, and we were both say YES and GEEEZ and FUCK way too loud if there were folks walking by. But I came. I came like I hadn’t in what felt like forever. Faye came too. And we collapsed in each other’s embrace.

After a minute, I carefully climbed down and staggered to the easy chair and sat on my towel. Faye gathered herself while still lying on the massage table. Eventually, I got up and got one of the wash clothes wet with hot water and brought it to help clean Faye’s pussy. She lay there with her legs still spread and what a marvelous sight it was.

Afterwards, I helped her up and led her to the couch and we both sat down.

“Gus, that was perfect. That was just what I was hoping for. We don’t owe each other or own each other, let’s just always be special for each other and it will be perfect.”

“Fair enough, fair maiden. And I will host the next one, of course!”

That was the beginning of when massage friends became ‘Massage Buddies’ and is what we have continued to this day, with some added adventures I will recount as we go along.

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There she was, a young woman from the local college, sitting all by herself on one of those benches inside of the busy mall. She was quite a cute girl, one whose beauty and sexual flavor caught my eye long enough for me to discover something else very interesting about her. She had dirty blond hair tied neatly in the back, wore a light jacket, and an extremely tight pair of blue jeans. The blue jeans, and what she was doing with them, is what caught my attention.

I am a middle-aged man in my mid forties, and very happily married. When this little hottie on the bench first caught my attention, I was standing in one of those lingerie stores, looking for something erotic to buy my wife so we could have fun later that night. I work in the corporate world, and having come to the mall straight from a meeting with some important clients, I was dressed quite neatly in an expensive suit and tie. Certainly I did not look the part of a pervert, which came in handy as I was standing by myself in a women’s lingerie store, looking out into the hallway at a young cutie sitting by herself on the bench.

As I’ve said, the girl on the bench first caught my eye because she was cute, and I totally love a girl in tight blue jeans. But as I was turning away from my brief perusal of her, something about her posture seemed unusual, and curiosity prompted that I give her a second look. She was sitting cross-legged on the bench, leaning somewhat forward, and most importantly was slowly rocking methodically back and forth. She did so mildly, and most people wouldn’t even have noticed it. But she was rocking herself with purpose, I was quite certain of it. Watching this for a few moments trying to piece it together, it was only when I looked up at the occupied expression on her face that I realized what she was doing. She was rocking back and forth, masturbating her clitoris against her tight blue jeans . . . in the middle of a mall!

Now, I remember when I was back in college I had the rare opportunity to watch a girl a few rows in front of me doing the same thing, right in class. She was doing it so slowly and subtly, no one in the class was any the wiser for it. I caught her doing it quite frequently. She turned me on so much whenever she did this, I had to go to the restroom frequently to relieve myself. Watching her get herself off that way, and brazenly doing it in class in such an exhibitionist way turned this into a total fetish for me. So my eye has become quite attuned in looking for and finding women doing such naughty things to themselves in public places.

Needless to say, when I caught a glimpse of this horny girl secretly satisfying herself in a crowded mall, I instantly forgot about buying hot neglige for my wife, and hid myself behind a rack of brassieres, where I could get a better look at this girl masturbating – without anyone seeing me leering at her!

A few women walking past her clearly did notice what she was doing. Some gave her dirty looks, others elbowed their girlfriend and pointed to her, and the two would smirk. For the ones who did recognize what she was doing to herself, I wondered if that was because they had done the same thing at one point in their lives too.

This young lady was rocking herself very slowly and secretively. She knew full well she was doing so in front of a mall full of people: that was the whole point! The subtle exhibitionist was having her fun. Every once in a while the focused look on her face would go away and she’d pan around to look at the passer-bys. No doubt she was checking to see if anyone was on to her, to see if security was coming, or if a group of guys who had caught on had stopped to watch. Maybe antalya sınırsız escort she was also looking around to make brief eye contact with guys who were none the wiser that this girl they were checking out was actually rocking her way to an orgasm. How naughty she must have felt!

Feeling I was hiding behind this particular rack of sexy bras too long, to avoid suspicion I moved to another secure position and pretended to be looking them over. It was then I realized watching this girl getting herself off was getting to me as well: there was a considerable bulge in my thin dress pants which I simply couldn’t hide. That extreme prominence made things more interesting when an attractive saleslady walked up to me and asked me if I needed any help. I saw her steal quite a double take at my crotch and bulge. She smiled to herself, slightly embarrassed, and walked on to the next customer. She must have figured my hardon was caused by the skimpy female undergarments in the store and how they’d look on my lady. I’m sure it wasn’t the first time she’d seen guys with boners in the store. But in my case, I guessed she had no idea what was actually making me so hard.

Pretending to be shopping for knickers or evening gowns or whatever other piece of clothing was hanging from the particular rack I was hiding behind, I turned my attention once again to the girl on the bench. She was now extremely aroused by her show. She was no longer being slow and inconspicuous. Everyone else was still oblivious to what she was doing, but anyone who had actually taken the time to stop and observe her from behind a rack of undergarments could now put two plus two together. She was getting near. It was approaching: that glorious grand finale of self love.

Having watched this sort of thing many times before back in college, I was watching for the telltale signs. She was doing this in public, and would try to stifle both her sounds and motions as best she could. And how hard that must be! So I was on the lookout for any increased facial expression, grasping of the bench with her hands, slight tremor, and any change of pace to her rocking. She did not disappoint. Her eye lids started to close, first a squint, and then shut closed hard. Her hands indeed did grasp the bench, as her gyrations slightly altered, almost stopping completely. Her head dropped, her chin resting on her chest. But the most noticeable indicator of her ecstacy was in the way she pursed her lips together tightly, lest that orgasmic moan slip out into the crowded mall, giving up her game to everyone.

For a few seconds she sat there nearly motionless, with eyes closed still, basking in the glow as the last waves of orgasm washed over her, sending a few shivers and one fairly noticeable twitch her way. She took a deep and satisfied breath, her face grew flush, and at last she opened her eyes. They quickly darted all around in very guilty fashion, to see if anyone had witnessed what she had just done. She even turned her head toward the lingerie store where a certain well-dressed man with a total boner in his dress pants was hiding behind some very erotic clothing, and not paying them a stitch of attention. He did however anticipate her glance in his direction, and ready for it was found by her to be very absorbed with the price tags on a few skimpy items, and certainly not paying any attention whatsoever to anything happening out in the hall!

As she sat there for a while on the mall bench, soaking in what she had done, I actually did pick something out of the rack for my wife. The same cute salesgirl that had done a double-take at my bulging döşemealtı escort pants earlier happened by again, and this time to my surprise took a not so accidental and very extended look at my bulging crotch. Her gaze lingered on it for quite a bit before she looked up at me with a smile. Her head quickly swung to the right, directly at the blond girl on the bench, and she said quietly to me, “I see her doing that every once in a while right there. It’s her favorite spot. God, I wish I was brave enough to do that! You’re the first guy I’ve ever seen who even noticed what she was doing. Kinda hot, actually.”

She turned her head back to me, took another playful glance at my bulge, looked me in the eye and chuckled, “And I see she’s made quite the impression on you!”

She had caught me red-handed being a total perv, ogling a young lady on the bench masturbating. Fortunately, she had been enjoying watching me as much as I was enjoying watching the girl, and clearly got a kick out of letting me know she was on to me. She playfully offered to ring me up, and as she started to walk to the register the back of her hand not so accidentally brushed against the stiff bulge in my pants. As she handed me my receipt, taking one more lingering gaze at my crotch she laughed, “I’m guessing you’ve got a little extra planned tonight for the Misses!” How right she was!

As I exited the lingerie store with an unstoppable erection, I caught my masturbating girl walking into the card store right across the hall. Now that she was standing, I very shamelessly stared at her exquisite and tightly blue jean covered ass. I couldn’t help but wonder how wet her panties were under those jeans after all that rubbing. She paused at the back of the store, and started to make her way through some cards. One voice in my head said to go home to my wife. But the other voice won out. I just had to let this girl know she had a secret admirer.

Trying to put on the distinguished and completely unthreatening demeanor of a well dressed middle-aged business man, I sauntered about the store until I had very innocently, though quite intentionally, wound up a few feet from the little hottie. I guess she noticed me glancing at her, because she sunk her head down and cutely blushed, her guilty conscience making her wonder if I possibly knew what she had just been doing. She probably always felt like that after her little shows on the bench. Her face still had that peaceful, relaxed glow of a woman who just climaxed. And the shy blush only made her look sweeter.

Reaching for a card right next to her, I said very softly, “Excuse me. I don’t mean to surprise or embarrass you.” Her eyes darted up to me in alarm, not sure if her guilty conscience was just playing games on her. I continued, “I just want to let you know that I did in fact see what you were doing on the bench out there.”

She turned her head away and stared wide eyed at the cards, realizing with apprehension that she had been caught masturbating; and worse yet, the man had confronted her on it! But I was, as I say, dressed very professionally, and spoke as quietly as I could with as unthreatening a manner as possible. I tried to put her at ease, “Please don’t worry. I’m not a cop, and don’t work for the mall, so you’re not in any trouble. I’m only a normal guy who’s just witnessed something very special. I’m not asking you for a date or anything like that. I just wanted to let you know, if you don’t realize it, just how incredibly erotic that was for me to watch you doing that. My heartbeat is still going crazy! I just want to thank you for the opportunity to konyaaltı escort experience that.”

While still looking straight ahead at the cards, grasping one tightly, her shocked look had melted to a more guilty pleasure, and a very naughty grin tried to stretch itself across her face. Her exhibitionism was being rewarded by confirmation that there really was an interested voyeur in the crowd. She finally turned, shyly, and got a good look at the man in the business suit, holding a bag from a neglige store. This last part certainly got her curiosity. As her eyes darted down to it, I had to answer her inquisitive look. “I was just stopping by to get something nice for my wife to wear tonight. But after what I’ve just seen you doing, I’m thinking she’s going to be getting a whole lot more attention tonight, if you know what I mean.”

She laughed quietly as we both continued to pretend to be innocently looking at the cards. I really have no recollection what category these cards were for. Birthday, wedding, funeral, graduation. I’m sure neither did she; we were both quite preoccupied and distracted. I now tried to pull myself away, as hard as that was to do. I wanted to know so much about her, how often she did it, why she did it, had she ever been caught? And how sopping wet were her panties right about now? Could she show me? I was dying to see that. But instead, I left her with one last compliment, “Well, I just wanted to let you know that you did indeed have a very interested audience today. Thank you again for the show. I’ve never seen a girl do that before, and it totally made my day like you can’t believe. My heart’s still pounding. Have a good evening.”

And with that I walked away. As I was exiting the card store I glanced back over my shoulder, and found this cute dirty blond in tight blue jeans was still looking at me. I can tell you we both exchanged very big and mischievous grins. My boner instantly returned. I directly exited the mall, headed straight home, and after a very passionate kiss which surprised Maggie, I led my wife hurriedly to the bedroom and laid her down. Looking up at me with a very curious grin, she asked what had gotten me so frisky? I then told her every single detail about what happened in the mall, from the time I first spotted the girl, to our glance and grin as I exited the card store. Both my wife and I now being exceptionally horny because of it, we got very busy that evening there on the bed, and revisited it as well right after dinner.

You see, when I earlier mentioned that I used to watch a girl in college cross her legs in class and masturbate . . . That girl later turned out to be my wife. And a female masturbating herself in public by crossing her legs and rubbing against her tight jeans not only has become my fetish, but my wife has done that very thing in public many times over the years, especially while I’ve watched others watching her!

A week later we went to the mall, my wife’s bottom wrapped in very tight jeans. And what are the chances, but she just happened to be sitting on that very same bench, rocking back and forth. From the card store I furtively observed the salesgirl in the lingerie store watching my wife with more than just casual interest. She had confessed to me last week that she “wasn’t that brave” to do it in public. Though she certainly got a thrill watching other women doing it, even if she didn’t know one of them was my wife. Needless to say, when I gave my wife the play by play when we got home, we were quite busy that night in bed again. An audience makes everything better!

With my hectic schedule, I never did see the blond cutie on the mall bench again. But my wife, the fellow exhibitionist, agrees with me: based on the grin this girl gave me as I exited the card store, she remembers that day as fondly as I do. As my wife pointed out, “It’s got to be flattering to a middle-aged man to know you’ve made a young lady’s panties all wet.”

I’ll never view mall benches the same way again – or salesgirls working in lingerie stores.

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It was a gorgeous, Midwestern spring day. Julie was getting ready to head out on another one of her all morning rides. She was in her mid-twenties, had accepted a job out of college and had to move to a new Midwestern town. During her first year she worked so hard that she didn’t make time for anything else, and the pounds started to add up. Upon realizing her dating life wasn’t going anywhere, she decided to take things into her own hands and took up biking. It was a good exercise to do outdoors, which she loved. She hoped that it would help her tan come summertime and help melt away the pounds on the ride.

The ride was gorgeous as usual, and afterwards Julie was definitely tired and a little sweaty. She really enjoyed being out on her bike,but wished she could find a friend or someone to ride with. She decided that her goal for the week was to locate someone that would at least share a few miles with her on the road. She began her search at some of the online groups that boasted such match-ups could occur. She sent out a message stating she was looking for a riding partner in town to go on these long rides and be a conversationalist. She was ecstatic to learn that a female had responded, about the same age as she was, and was interested in finding someone to ride with as well.

Julie took the first chance she could to call Katherine and find out more about her. She learned that Katherine had also taken up riding recently and was bored of riding by herself. She was more than happy to have Julie as company. They decided this just might work, so they agreed to meet each other at a secluded state park on Saturday morning to go on their first ride together. They gave each other a brief description of each other in order to make sure they hooked up, but most likely the park would be pretty quiet that day. Katherine said she was tall at just under 6 foot, slender, with long blonde hair. Julie said she was a bit shorter, shoulder length brunette, and would be wearing black biking shorts and a red lycra top.

Saturday morning came and Julie showed up at the park about 20 minutes early. She was so anal about those things, and hated to have other people wait on her. Plus it gave her time to stretch. Only 15 minutes later, Katherine pulled into the lot. Considering they were the only two with bikes on their cars, they figured they had been overcautious about setting up the meeting parameters. Katherine stepped out of her car wearing skin tight, ¾ length biking pants, a tight fitting blue biking top, and her hair back in a pony tail. Julie was feeling a bit self conscience because even though she was a full head shorter, she was guessing they shared the same weight, if not her being a little heavier. Oh why did she decide to try to bike with someone she didn’t know. Oh well, even if she is in better shape, it will still be nice to have some company.

Katherine unloaded her bike and got ready. They decided on a path that would take them about 15 miles from the parking lot and then they could turn around and come back on the other side of the river, which was a little more wooded, but also had a bike path. They both hopped on their bikes and begin to ride. Katherine was really friendly, aksu escort sharing info about where she was from, how she got into biking, and how nice it was to have someone to talk with. Julie realized they were riding about the same pace and thought this won’t be so bad. She shared with Katherine about her moving to town and not knowing anyone, about her job and how it keeps her busy, and how nice it was to finally do something besides letting her mind wander while biking.

Katherine then got a smirk on her face. She had suggested that maybe they could make their ride a little more interesting. Julie’s interest piqued, and asked her what she had in mind. Katherine said they could play a game of race dares. They would pick a point or mile marker, and the first one to the spot got to dare the other person to do something. Julie thought she was getting herself into something that might make her feel uncomfortable, but she didn’t want to offend the first person she’s been able to ride with since moving to town, so she reluctantly agreed. Katherine suggested that four targets should be identified. Julie thought that seemed fair. Since they were already a good way into their ride, Katherine suggested the first race point be the half-way mark of their ride. Julie figured that would be good enough. She then made a point to start watching her odometer to ensure she could kick up the speed when they got closer.

The two continued to ride and laugh, when all of the sudden Julie started peddling very fast. Katherine looked at her odometer and realized what Julie was doing. She also picked up her pace, but Julie beat her to the halfway point.

“Well, what’s it going to be? What are you going to dare me to do, Julie?” Katherine asked.

“I’m not sure, I guess I hadn’t thought about that part yet. How about if I dare you to ride the next ½ mile no hands?”

“Sounds like a challenge,” Katherine replied, then proceeded to ride the next ¾ of a mile with no hands.

They laughed about it and decided the next race point would be the turn around point. They continued to ride and talk as the sun started to warm their bodies. As they continued towards the point, again Julie took off and began sprinting before Katherine could catch up. Julie hit the turn around point and stopped, trying to catch her breath, her breasts heaving in and out from getting winded. Katherine was also winded, but was not breathing as heavily as Julie.

“Now what are you going to have me do, Julie? I may regret having turned you on to this kind of racing. I thought it would be a little more balanced.”

“Well, I think you’ll do better in the long haul.How about if you have to treat me to ice cream when we’re done riding. I think we will have earned it” Julie suggested.

“You’re on,” smirked Katherine. “the next race destination will be the halfway mark on the way back, which will allow us to have the last race place be the parking lot.”

“Sounds fair enough to me, but are you sure you want to keep racing? I’ve already won the first two.” Julie replied in jest.

They both laughed and continue to chat and ride. This time Katherine seemed to be ready antalya escort and she took off sprinting when Julie did, and was able to beat her by a couple of bike lengths. Julie just shook her head, knowing that anytime she decides to try to boast she ends up in trouble.

“Well, Julie, looks like I got you that time, but barely. I’m going to dare you to remove your top and ride back to the park in just your sports bra.” Katherine said in a very confident, commanding voice.

Julie could feel the color drain from her face. She had not thought about something like that. She thought these were harmless dares, but there were no parameters set. No, she couldn’t do that, could she? She wrestled this over in her mind.

Katherine pulled over to the side of the trail and waited for Julie to stop. “Come on, you can do this. You have on a sports bra underneath, don’t you? And you’ve worked up a sweat. It’s not a big deal, besides many ladies go out in a sports bra for a top while exercising.”

But I’m not any lady, thought Julie. But again, she supposed it wasn’t so bad. It was only 7 miles or so. And nobody has been out. And she was getting hot. She reached down and begin to peel her sweaty tight top away from her skin, literally peeling it off her stomach and up to her breasts, then up over her black sports bra and off her arms. It was so wet with sweat it just stuck to her. She looked down at herself and noticed that her nipples were pressing out against her sports bra, which was containing her ample but still shapely breasts and how her sensitive nipples were pressing out against the thin material. She was embarrassed, but her body seemed to be enjoying it as well, as she felt a tingle in her shorts. She slipped the shirt in her backpack and hopped back on her bike.

Katherine smiled at her. “See, doesn’t that feel more comfortable? Now let’s finish this ride.” And with that they were off. The last miles seemed to fly by and take forever for Julie. The cool wind on her bare stomach felt good, and helped cool her body off, but it also made her nipples remain hard for the duration of the ride. They continued to ride a good pace, and as they pulled into the lot, Julie realized she was behind Katherine. As they got off their bikes, Julie quickly took off her backpack and opened it up, looking for her shirt. Katherine stopped her.

“You’ve got one more dare to complete for me since I won the last race.” Katherine said with a smile.

Julie could feel her stomach doing little flips over itself. She wasn’t sure why, but having just ridden her bike with just a sports bra on, for the first time in her life, she was afraid of what was to come.

Katherine took in the sight of Julie in her tight sports bra, admiring her large breasts, which were much larger than her own. “Well, my next dare for you is that you remove your panties and remain pantiless until after our next ride.”

Julie’s eyes bugged out. How could she ask her to do that. There was no way she could do that. But, then again, why not? Because she was shy, she was private, and she always wore panties. No ifs, ands, or buts about it.

“Come on, Julie, antalya otele gelen escort I know you can do this. Tell you what, we’ll ride tomorrow, so it is just one day, and not even one that you have to go to work. I’ll give you a chance to get back at me tomorrow. Does that sound fair?” Katherine asked with a wicked grin on her face.

“I-I, uh, I guess so.” Julie replied. She did want to have a riding partner, and so what if it required her to be a little uncomfortable. She could do this. She didn’t want to upset Katherine and lose her new friend so soon.

Once getting her bike put back on her car, Julie went to go to the portable restrooms and remove her panties, but again, Katherine stopped her.

“Where are you going?” Katherine asked

“To go remove my panties, and put on my shirt.” Julie replied, a little embarrassed having to state what she was going to do.

“I want you to remove them right here, right now. There’s nobody here, it is very quiet and secluded. And then we can go get ice cream.”

Right here? Right now? No way. Julie knew she couldn’t remove her clothes in front of her new friend. But Katherine seemed to be in control, so commanding when telling her that she didn’t even continue to argue. Julie reached down and began to peel her tight black shorts down her smooth thighs. The shorts kind of rolled up as they slid down her sweat covered legs. She fumbled as she went to pull her shorts off over her shoes, but was able to finally get them off. She stood up, feeling a bit silly now being in just her matching black panties and bra outside. She decided that she might as well get this over with, and without looking up at Katherine she began to slide her panties down. Hooking her thumbs inside her damp, almost sheer panties, she took a deep breath and gave them a push down off her hips. As she began to slide them down, slowly, as they were sticking to her legs. She rolled them down her thighs, revealing her dark bush, which contrasted nicely with her pale skin. She tried to peel the panties down quickly, which again caused them to roll into a ball as she slide them down. She again struggled pulling them over her shoes, but while barely maintaining her balance she finally got them off.

The whole time, Katherine watched with a large smile of approval as her new “friend” was removing her clothes. Oh how this was so much fun. “Hand me the panties, Julie.” She commanded, holding out her hand.

Julie stood up and handed the panties over, her one hand trying in vain to conceal her pussy, as realization of the predicament she was in. Once Katherine took the panties and watched Julie. “Now lower your hands to your side for me. You don’t have anything to hide from me. Come on, Julie, it only seems fair since I won.”

Julie, unsure as to why she was obeying her so, lowered her arms to her side, giving Katherine and uninterupted view of her pussy, which was now starting to get just a bit damp from the attention and exposure. How could she like this? This wasn’t right. She stood motionless as Katherine gave her a twirl with her finger and Julie did a slow pirouette. Katherine took in the beauty of her smooth behind, also noticing a bit of glistening liquid on the inner thigh of Julie. Julie completed her turn and looked up at Katherine, her face now beat red from embarrassment.

“Good girl, Julie” Katherine smiled. Waiting a moment, and then “go ahead and put your shorts back on and we can go for that ice-cream.”

Julie slowly raised her eyes. “Alright” she whispered.