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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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It was a frosty but calm Thursday evening in December; I was standing on an empty street in Exeter waiting for the bus. I’d had a good and active day, and I was in a calm and satisfied mood, not thinking about much (which is unusual for me). The trees lining the high street twinkled with the lights that made the night feel like Christmas. I was humming a charismas song that must have been playing in one of the many shops I had been in whilst I maxed out my credit card.

There was no bus around so I decided to walk up towards my home it wasn’t far but after contending with the late night shoppers my feet were killing me as I reached the bottom of blackboy road I stopped as my bags were getting heavy as I did the bus that would have taken me up the hill when flying past.

Across the road a light suddenly came on in a window, I looked at the window when inside the window I saw the powder blue of the wallpaper hanging on the wall there kocaeli escort was a picture on the wall but I should not make it out. As I was looking, a nice young girl came walking out from what I assumed would have been the bathroom. She was a reddish blonde, slim, with a friendly and outgoing face. She was carrying a towel in her hand, and she stopped in the middle of the room to wrap it around her wet hair. To my complete surprise she wasn’t wearing anything else.

From my viewpoint I could tell she was a genuine blonde, and she had very pretty breasts, she stood there in the middle of the living room with her hip swung in a smooth curve to one side, lit by a small lamp in front of her, and by a bigger lamp behind and to the left of her. Her long blonde hair looked a bit tricky to get all into the small towel, but she managed well, only frowning a little above her bright blue eyes that seemed to shine kocaeli rus escort in the light of her room.

I was affixed by this sight? Had she seen me and was this show just for me if it was I was enjoying it, the girl walked to what looked like a small wooden table close to the window, and looked at some papers lying there. As she took one of them, she noticed me looking at her. She smiled a little smile and gave a little wave with her hand. My heart jumped with fright and pleasure, but I smiled at her and gave her a wave. Suddenly the December air did not feel as cold as it did before.

The girl continued reading the letter or whatever it was and one hand seemed to make its way over to her bush as she read and she twirled a few strands of hair around, I was not sure if this was for my viewing pleasure or she had forgotten all about me but after a minute she went out izmit ucuz escort of my view. When she returned she had a light yellow dress, she lifted it high above her head, and slid it over her body over her delicate looking skin she continued to read and I could only see her silhouette which seemed to turn me on even more. She seemed to yawn, and went out of my view once again and the light went out. Then my bus arrived.

I got aboard, I was feeling so light headed, happy and dizzy with this vision of beauty riding through my head on the half-empty bus, I relaxed and began smiling to myself. The bus drove up the street, and I was home as I got off the bus I thanked the driver and he told me to take care.

I was really feeling good. The thoughts that were going through my head about this young innocent showing her body to me then it occurred to me that I was thinking was sexual excitement just from watching an innocent show at a window. Hell did I need a fuck considering how wet I was from this minor pleasure. So I just leaned back on my bed and relaxed as I held my vibrator against the wet patch in my knickers, and let my spirit slowly lift up until the events I had just witnessed were mere echo’s of the night as I was a wash with orgasm after orgasm.
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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!

*

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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If you haven’t read ‘Emily’s First Solo Holiday’ and ‘Emily’s Home Life Changes’ I suggest that you read them before reading this.

Part 01

Before I tell you about my second solo holiday I think that it’s best that I tell you about some of the things that Jack has been making me do since I wrote about how my home life has changed.

I think that it’s right to say that I am VERY happy living with Jack and being his submissive exhibitionist. We’ve even talked about us being a permanent couple and maybe even having kids but we’ve both decided that life as it is at the moment is way too much fun to seriously think about major changes. We’ve decided to re-visit serious changes in about 10 years. Until then we’re going to just keep doing crazy things.

Just a quick reminder about me, I’m 23 years old, slim 30A 23 29, with shoulder length strawberry blonde hair, 5 feet nothing tall. I’ve been told that I have a cute little bubbly butt. I studied engineering at university and now have a good job working in central London that I commute to each day on the London Underground.

Right, since ‘Emily’s Home Life Changes’, Jack has continued to make me do things that before ‘Emily’s First Solo Holiday’ when I was engaged to that looser, John, I would never even have thought of, never mind actually do.

After the walk in the Epping Forest Jack has taken me on many countryside and coastal walks and I am usually naked apart from some hiking boots. Jack carries my dress and a few essentials for us both, just in case.

We’ve come across quite a few people whist out walking and just about everyone is very friendly towards us, often stopping and talking to us. I’m amazed by the number of people who have told us that they’d love to do the same if only they had the courage.

Each week Jack takes me to his gym for a workout and all that he lets me wear, which is good with me, is a thin, cotton tank top and a very short, white skater skirt. It’s not revealing when I’m just stood there, but as soon as I bend over even the slightest bit my butt becomes visible, and you can imagine what is on display when he gets me to do some floor exercises.

Jack has discussed my attire with the gym manager and he told Jack that membership has gone up since Jack started taking me there.

Jack also takes me jogging once a week as well. We sometimes go around the local park but sometimes run along the main street and I often get a few comments, usually from groups of young men about my pokey nipples or the fact that my skirt bounces up and they can see my slit or my butt; so they say, I can see my nipples but not my slit or my butt so I have to take their word for it. Jack just smiles when I ask him.

Jack has also taken me to a couple of CMNF dinner / dances which I loved. We travelled there on the underground with me just wearing a short coat and heels. The coat fastens with just a tie belt and it kept ‘accidentally’ coming undone leaving the coat open and giving the people opposite me quite a surprise. He’s also had us sitting on the trains opposite men and he didn’t need to tell me to keep my knees far enough apart to let the man / men opposite me see my slit.

The dinner / dances are great and we met lots of girls like me and their partners who like showing them off. I really loved being able to talk to strangers and dance totally naked with clothed men close by. I also really love the table next to the dance floor where girls can go and lay on it, and any man can go up to them and explore the bodies with their fingers and mouths.

At both events Jack sent me to the table twice and each time I got finger fucked and eaten out, having glorious, intense orgasms each time. It was really nice having a man from the same table as us come and make me cum then go back to our table and act like nothing had happened.

Jack also visited the table and pleasured some of the girls although I did notice that he only went there if the girl had a similar build to me. It confirmed to me that Jack much prefers small girls with small tits.

I’m also still going to and from work on the underground wearing just a short dress or skirt and top, then getting changed into my work clothes in the toilet of a fast food outlet near where I work. The groping and finger fucking is still taking place on the crowded trains and I’m really happy that I work ‘normal’ office hours, I’ve lost count of the number of orgasms that I’ve had on the way to work. I must be 1 of the few people who actually enjoys their commute to and from work.

Jack is still throwing parties, and some of the other residents are as well. At every one I am naked, the only one naked, and I love every minute of it. At some of them I have to get on the table after most of the food has gone and the deserts are put on and in me and people eat them off me anyway that they can.

I love having orgasms on those tables with all our neighbours standing watching me.

I think that by now, everyone in the apartment block has seen izmit escort me getting dressed or undressed down in the entrance area. What they have never seen is me wearing a bra or knickers. I don’t even wear those for work now, my thick blouses and knee length skirts keeping me looking professional.

I’ve invested in a home laser depilator and it’s amazing. After about 3 sessions, with Jack’s help, I have no hair below my neck and every few weeks Jack closely inspects every square millimetre of my body and lasers any hairs that have appeared. Why hadn’t those machines been invented 10 years ago when I first started shaving?

******

One night, in bed, after an exhaustive sex session where Jack had tormented my pussy using my magic wand and remote controlled vibrator that shakes my insides so much that I sometimes fear that they will turn to jelly, then fucking me to 3 more glorious orgasms, we were laying there talking and Jack told me that he was thinking of going on a holiday with his mates and that I should think about going on a holiday with my mates.

At first I was a bit confused and disappointed, but he went on to explain that us being apart would bring us closer together in the long term.

My mind went back to my first solo holiday in Ibiza and the totally awesome time that I’d had. That holiday really changed my life into the amazing one that I have now. Those guys that were in the next hotel room to me really brought out the real me and changed my outlook on life for ever.

I knew that it would be impossible to repeat that holiday, and that if I tried it would be disappointing.

Jack went on to say that some of his mates were thinking of going on a lads holiday to Ibiza after Jack had told them about some of the things that I’d done, and that he was considering joining them. He also again told me that he thought that I should do something similar with some of my girl friends.

I reminded him that I didn’t have any girl friends that weren’t married or that I would want to go on holiday with so he suggested that I try some of these website that arrange singles or ‘alternative’ types of holidays. I told him that I wasn’t sure what he meant so he offered to help me find something.

We both agreed that finding a holiday for a submissive exhibitionist with a body like mine would be a challenge but we also agreed that there must be holidays out there where people can be their true selves, it was just a case of finding them.

Getting Jack’s holiday sorted was easy, just 1 phone call to one of his mates, but both of us spent hours trawling the internet looking for something that would let me be my true self. It was Jack that found the post that would eventually become my second solo holiday, and one that would equal my first solo holiday, but in a different way.

It was an American couple who were spending a year in Europe and were hiring a small yacht for 3 weeks to cruise around the Greek islands and they were looking for a submissive young girl to be their ‘deck hand’ for the 3 weeks.

Well, when I read the post my mind went into overdrive and so did my pussy. It was obvious that for ‘deck hand’ you should read ‘sex slave’. After reading it for a second time I begged Jack to fuck me right then. He reminded me that it was him that decided when we had sex and he told me to bend over the table whilst he spanked my bottom for being so bold.

After about 50 swats he did fuck me, so hard that I got slight bruises where my upper thighs were rammed against the table.

Anyway, the next day Jack told me to reply to the post asking for more information.

Almost immediately I got a reply asking for details of my body and what I was looking to get out of the trip. Well my body details were easy but describing what I wanted out of the holiday was a bit more difficult. In the end Jack and I agreed on,

‘I am currently living with a man that dominates me and makes me do many things that your average girl would be horrified at, like going to the gym for a workout wearing nothing but an ultra short dress, or hosting a party where I am the only person naked.’

Within a day I got a reply saying,

‘My wife and I (Wren and Aryn) will be cruising the Greek islands for 3 weeks at the end of July and we are looking for a submissive young girl to do a lot of the work involved and to be our sex slave for the duration. If this sort of holiday appeals to you please send 5 nude photographs of yourself to the email address below.’

That was it, short and sweet, but, as Jack said, they didn’t want to give too much away to someone who may not be suitable for their needs.

That evening Jack scrolled through the thousands of nude images of me and selected 5 that he thought would meet the couple’s requirements. One of the photos was of me having a spreadie, held up by 2 young men, on my holiday in Ibiza. It is a high resolution photo and you can zoom in and see a lot of detail, including my juices kocaeli ucuz escort seeping out of me.

I sent them to the email address that evening.

The following day I got another email from Aryn,

‘Your body meets our requirements so I have attached a couple of photos on my wife and myself. If after seeing those photos you feel that you could submit to our sexual demands please reply sending us a doctor’s letter proving that you are free of any sexually transmitted diseases. At the start of July we will send you a similar letter and will expect another, similar letter from you. After we receive these I will send you our skype handle and a date and time when we can meet on skype and get to know a little about each other before the trip.

Also, please send me a list of red-lines that you are not prepared to cross.’

Jack and I studied the photos of Aryn and Wren just after he fucked me in bed that night and we both agreed that they looked okay, not ugly or fat, just a regular couple. Aryn looked to be a big man, but not a fat guy and Wren looked quite small next to Aryn.

“So could you let this guy fuck you Emily?” Jack asked.

“I could, but not without your permission Master.” I replied.

“Well slut, you have my permission, in fact I hope that he fucks you 5 times every one of those 21 days.”

The next day I visited a clinic and a few days later I received the test results and emailed a copy to Aryn and also attached a photo of Jack spanking my bare butt.

In the email I listed my red lines list of just 4 items: –

Drinking Piss.

Eating Shit.

Getting any type of physical damage that would not heal within a couple of days.

Getting Arrested.

The reply also gave me Aryn’s skype handle and a time to call him.

“Should I wear some clothes for the call?” I asked Jack.

“Certainly not. You cannot wear clothes in this apartment so you would suffer the consequences if you do.”

******

The appointed time arrived and I made the call. As soon as the video connection was made I saw that they were sat at a table and Wren was topless.

“Well hi there Emily, it’s good to see you at last. I’m assuming that you are naked and not just topless?”

“Yes Aryn, I am.”

“Emily, when we are alone or with Wren you will address us as Master and Mistress. You will only use Aryn and Wren when other people are around.”

“Yes Master.”

“Good, you will quickly realise that we are friendly people who wish you no harm providing that you do as we say.”

We talked for ages with me telling then a lot about me and my life with Jack. I learnt that Aryn is an ex Navy Seal who had inherited a lot of money and was out to enjoy life. Wren was his childhood sweetheart that he had married just before he qualified for the Seals.

I didn’t find out if Wren was bottomless as well as topless, but Aryn told me to climb onto the table, put my laptop between my legs and bring myself off for them. Obviously I did and they both appeared to like what they saw.

I was still sat on the table with them getting a great view of my dripping pussy when Aryn said that he wanted to talk to Jack. I called out his name and he came and stood beside me.

“Hi Jack,” Aryn said, “nice to meet you buddy. Thank you so much for lending Emily to us, I’m sure that she’ll provide a great service to us and really enjoy herself.”

They chatted for a while with me still sat there with my legs wide open.

The call ended with them reminding me to send them another certificate proving to them that I was disease free at the start of July, and Aryn telling me to email me my address

******

The day for my departure finally arrived and Jack woke me with his cock sliding in and out of me, he gave my body a full inspection and removed the odd hair that had decided to grow. Then, after breakfast I picked up my small clutch bag that contained everything that I would be taking, slipped on my heels, a very short summer dress and sandals; and Jack drove me to the airport to catch the scheduled flight to Athens. All I had with me was my passport, flight tickets, boarding card, phone and a small amount of money, GB pounds and Euros, one of my credit cards and a couple of personal items. Those were the only things that Aryn had told me that I would need.

I didn’t look out of place at Gatwick as there were hundreds of people going on their summer holidays and most of the girls were as scantily dressed as I was although I doubt that most of them were knickerless and braless like I was.

I had a window seat and by the time I got to it two men were sat in the seat between my seat and the aisle. Neither of them got up to let me in so I had to squeeze passed them. I did it facing them and my short dress rode up as it brushed against the backs of the seats in front. I’m not sure if they saw my slit or not.

Finally in my seat I looked down and darıca escort saw that my bald pubes were visible. I fastened the seat belt and put my hands on my lap covering my pubes. It wasn’t that I wanted to cover my pubes, it was 2 other things, firstly I didn’t want the cabin crew to see my bald pubes when they came round checking that all the belts were fastened, and secondly, the fingers on my right hand could play with my clit whilst the action was covered by my left hand.

The nearly 4 hour flight would have been boring if it hadn’t been for a few things, the fingers on my right hand were busy most of the time. Whenever I saw the man next to me looking at my bare legs I moved my hands away so that he could see my bald pubes, slit and clit.

The anticipation of what was ahead of me, and my fingers were causing my pussy to stain the seat that I was sat on to such an extent that after a couple of hours I had to go to the toilet to relieve the sexual tension that was in me and to clean and dry around my pussy and inner thighs.

The men still wouldn’t get up when I excused myself to get out to the aisle so this time I squeezed passed them with my butt to them and I made sure that my dress did ride up. They could not have missed seeing my bare butt that was virtually in their faces. I went to the toilets in the back of the plane so they did not see me approaching after I had taken care of my personal business and as I got back to the seat behind them I just caught the end of a conversation about my butt and my lack of knickers.

I smiled, stepped forward and asked them to excuse me again. Again they didn’t get up so I again squeezed passed them, this time with my front to them and I made damned sure that my dress rode up and there was no way that they could not have missed seeing my bare stomach, slit and protruding clit.

I sat down on the front edge of my seat and lay back knowing that my slit was still very visible to them.

After a few seconds I looked at them and saw that both of them were looking at my slit. I would have smiled at them but they wouldn’t have seen my face so I sat properly and put my hands on my lap again. Again letting the fingers of my right hand idly play with my clit.

As soon as the plane door opened in Athens I knew that I was going to have a great time, the heat rushed into the plane and when I got to the door and looked out and up it was a glorious day, blue sky and a temperature that England only saw about once a year – if we are lucky. The skirt part of my dress fluttered about in the slight breeze and I made no attempt to hold it down, not caring, but hoping, that a few people would see that I had nothing on under the dress.

No waiting at the luggage carousel for me and I walked straight through to the arrival hall where Aryn had told me they would be. It was easy to see him as his head was well above everyone else’s in there.

I smiled as I walked up to them, and as soon as I said hello Aryn bent over and his hands went down to the back of my thighs, slid up to my butt under my dress, and he lifted me up so that my face was in front of his. His fingers found my pussy as I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist and it was only after a few seconds that I realised that my dress had ridden up and my whole bare butt was on display to everyone around us.

When Aryn finally put me down Wren hugged me as well, and again my dress rode up but only the bottom part of my butt was exposed.

As we walked out to the waiting taxi Aryn talked and I almost instantly felt comfortable and safe with him. Even though I am a karate black belt, no one in their right mind would argue with this gentle giant.

We got to the taxi and just as I was about to get into the back alongside Wren, Aryn said,

“Take your dress off Emily and give it to Wren, you won’t be needing that for 3 weeks.”

I did as I was told, much to the surprise of the few tourists that were walking by, and the driver who I saw smiling through one of the mirrors. I took my time getting in, watching Wren fold my dress and put in in her bag.

The drive took us almost an hour and all the time Aryn was talking to all 3 of us, asking all sorts of questions about all sorts of things, and he wasn’t shy about asking things like was I due to have my period in the next 3 weeks, or reminding me that anal wasn’t on my list of red lines so was I happy to take his cock up my ass.

Aryn asked me if I wanted a ‘safe’ word then told me that he would stop doing whatever it was that he was doing to me but only that. We could well be in the middle of the Mediterranean so we’d discuss the problem and get over it.

I replied saying that it was a good idea and he suggested ‘Priapus’.

“Isn’t that the Greek god with the humongous penis?” I replied.

“It’s not that big, wait until you see mine.” Aryn replied.

I looked to Wren, she was smiling and nodding her head. I turned to look at Aryn and he too was smiling.

“I’m glad that I do my kegel exercises.” I replied.

Aryn then cursed another motorist who had just cut us up then the conversation changed to crazy Greek drivers.

All the time the driver was listening to Aryn and the replies from both Wren and myself and I wondered if he understood English, and if he did, what must he be thinking.

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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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The first second, I lied on my back stupefied by what just happened. The next second, I hear the laughter coming from all of my female observers. The third second, I realize: holy shit! I’m naked! and throw my hands in front of my exposed penis and tucked in my legs putting me in the fetal position. My entire body turned bright red with embarrassment. All of the women who came to watch me play volleyball were now whipping out their cameras and phones to take a picture of the embarrassed naked guy on the ground. Sage rushed over to me.

“Hey Rorke, are you okay?” Her words were those of concern but there was laughter in her voice as well. The last thing I wanted in that moment was for my crush to see my dick again. I turned away from her, but that only gave my audience a good view of my ass.

“Aw, Mister Confident is so cute when he is embarrassed.”

“I bet he didn’t see this coming.”

“I am sending pics of this to all of my friends. They are missing out.”

“He should probably put on some sunblock so he doesn’t burn that nice ass.”

While all my female admirers continued to heckle me, I noticed a pair of broken glasses lying beside me in the sand. I knew those glasses. “Avery!”

I jumped to my feet and ran over to my friend who was laying on the ground rubbing his forehead with his eyes shut and face covered in sand while Santiago and Bridget supported his back to lift him in into a sitting position.

“Oh my God Ave! Are you hurt? Do you need help getting up? Can you see without your glasses? How many fingers am I holding up?” I held up seven fingers. My concern for my friend’s well-being temporarily made me forget about my own predicament.

When Bridget was finished clearing the sand from Avery’s face she smiled in my direction as she took in the sight of my junk. Avery opened his eyes and grimaced when he saw me. “I’m not hurt. These two are helping me. I can see fine, though I wish I were blind right now. For I see seven fingers when all ten of them should be used to cover up that.” He pointed between my legs.

I looked down, and so did all of the women surrounding me, to see my flaccid prick swaying in the breeze. I blushed once again as I clapped my hands over my privates. kocaeli escort Jack managed slip his way threw the crowd of women to put his enormous back against my own; creating a large human wall between me the cameras. I leaned into him thanking my lucky stars I have such a nice friend. Even Zayne came to my aid by standing next to Jack and linking his arm around his waist, providing me with additional coverage. I hardly know the guy but he was suddenly alright with me.

Zayne chuckled as he took in the sight of the chaos that was all around us. “This is so much fun. Does this sort of thing happen all the time with you guys?”

Jack blushed and put his beefy arm around Zayne’s shoulders. “I wish I could say no, but…coincidentally enough, when the four of us met…”

I nudged my back into both of them. “Now is not the time to tell that story! Can’t you see I’m embarrassed enough as it is?!” With Jack and Zayne covering my backside from the horde of women dying to take more nude photos of me, Sage decided to cover my front side by simply standing face to face with me. Her gaze trailed up and down my naked body, drinking in every inch of me with her arms crossed over her chest and a salacious smile on her face. I swallowed, my face got hot as I turned even redder.

“Hey guys, I have an idea to get Rorke out of here.” Scarlet appeared from the horde of women encircling me. She took a quick moment to glance at me beat red and naked in front of Sage and smiled with satisfaction. “Someone here is gonna create a distraction. That person will move through the crowd via an opening created by Zayne and Jack. Once these vultures are off chasing new prey, Sage will bring Rorke to the lost and found on the beach to get him something to cover up with.”

There were a couple questions I had about this plan. “Um, Scar? Who exactly is going to be this distraction and how can you be sure that all these girls are going to follow them?”

“Allow me to demonstrate,” Scarlet’s impish smile returned. “Bridget. Santiago. Help poor Avery to his feet. Lift him up by his arms.” During my embarrassing photo op, I had completely forgotten about poor Avery getting beamed with my speedo. gölcük escort Bridget was cupping Avery’s face in her hands as if checking for more sand. They seemed to be sharing some kind of look when we turned to them. Avery blushed and turned away from Bridget. The sexy foreign girl appeared to be unfazed; she just smiled and grabbed on to his arm while Santiago lifted the other.

Scarlet took swift advantage of the situation by striding up to Avery, untying the drawstrings of his board shorts, and yanking them down to his feet. Both Bridget and Santiago were so startled by Avery’s abrupt nakedness they released his arms mid-pull, causing him to stumble forward. Slap! Scarlet smacked his bare buttocks so hard it left a mark as red as his face was right now. Slap! Another strike on the rear propelled Avery into the mob of women who eagerly turned their attention on him.

“Oh shit, that’s our cue.” Zayne grabbed Jack by the hand and pulled Jack away from my back to assist Avery who was now being openly molested by the crowd. I almost fell backward once my ass was once again out in the open. Sage grabbed my hands and looked me up and down with interest.

“Looks like there’s an opening in the crowd toward the lost and found’s direction. Shall we make a run for it?” Sage locked her fingers with my own.

One of these days, I am going to have to repay Avery’s brave yet unwilling sacrifice. Although he did kind of have it coming after what he said to Ingrid earlier. I’m guessing that’s why Scarlet chose him as a decoy. It worked too. With all of these horny women taking the time to grope my friend, Sage and I made a run to the lost and found while they were distracted.

The lifeguard at the station looked bored as she sat behind a desk in a plastic lawn chair while reading a magazine. She wore a red cap with a white cross on it and a matching swimsuit, her long hair was tied back in a ponytail.

“Excuse me, we are looking for something that this gentleman lost.” Sage addressed the lifeguard.

“The lost and found is…WHOA!” Looking up from her magazine, the lifeguard’s bored expression turned into one of extreme alertness the moment izmit sınırsız escort her eyes fell upon me. Luckily Sage very generously let go of my hands earlier so that I may cover myself but there was no overlooking the fact that I was very very naked in front of these two hot women. The lifeguard perked up as she discarded her reading material. “Hey there stud, what can I do for you?” She batted her eyelashes. “The name’s Danielle, please tell me you came in for some CPR.”

My cheeks flushed at her attention. Usually I would be flirting up a storm here if only to make Sage jealous. However, it was difficult to muster up any bravado when you are the only person in a conversation without clothes. It was highly unlikely that I would find my awesome speedo here but I could still use something to cover up with until the party is over. “W-Well, as you can see…I lost my swimsuit…could I take a look in the lost and found to see if it ended up here?” The lifeguard continued to stare at me. “…please?”

With a sigh, the Danielle pulled out a large box from underneath her desk titled: Lost and Found Items on the side. “Feel free to take anything you want from there, but it might not be what you’re looking for.”

Sage pulled out an old pair of swim trunks from the box and held them in front of me. They were seafoam-colored, faded from use, and were missing a drawstring.

I frowned. “Don’t you have anything…flashier?” I thought wistfully about the amazing speedo design Ingrid made for me. If only it was the right size, then it wouldn’t have fallen off and I would still be rocking it.

“You mean flashier than what you have on now?” The lifeguard waggled her eyebrows. Catching her drift, I swiped the trunks from Sage and turned around to put them on. The lifeguard whistled provocatively as she got an eyeful of my butt.

Pulling the trunks up to my waist, I was relieved to find that they fit.

Sage turned to the lifeguard, “This will do, thanks for all your help…um?”

“Danielle, but my friends call me Dannie. Feel free to come back any time with your hot friend here,” Dannie the lifeguard gave me a gaze so intense I couldn’t help but blush again. “In any state of dress you see fit.” She licked her lips.

Sage took me by the arm. “We will keep that in mind. For now, we have to rush off to the next event of this guy’s birthday.” She gave my arm a squeeze. “Don’t forget about our bet either Rorke. You still lost that game, so I plan on collecting later.”

I suddenly became nervous for a whole new reason.

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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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Little “Abby Gabby” was just finishing her breakfast when her father came walking into the kitchen with the morning newspaper. He took one look at the headlines and threw the paper on the table next to her. He had a disgusted look on his face.

“Your mother and I are going to work now. You have the house all to yourself.”

“What’s wrong Dad? You look upset.”

“You would be in school right now if it wasn’t for that.”

He pointed to the newspaper and, without waiting for her response, walked out.

She read the headlines: “Swensen Medical Clinic Director arrested for administering illegal drug to patients.”

At first she didn’t know what to make of it. But as her eyes quickly scanned the text she came across a familiar name. ‘So that’s it!’ she said to herself. ‘That’s why Mr. Cardelli was arrested. It’s all because of this drug!’

The article detailed the circumstances leading up to the arrest of Dr. Christiana Swensen, her brother-in-law Philip Olmstead, and his wife Bonnie. There was mention of a certain Luis Ramon Hernandez, a known drug lord, and, last but not least, her beloved teacher, John Cardelli, who was now out on bail awaiting arraignment. St. Bridget’s was also mentioned, but the names of her classmates were conspicuously withheld. As she read the part that accused her former teacher of being a mean, lecherous, pervert, she felt a great weight suddenly placed upon her shoulders—a weight so ominous that it threatened to crush her tiny frame into nothingness.

Since the incident at St. Bridget’s, she had wrestled with the idea that she and her girlfriends had not acted ethically in their refusal to confess the truth about their part in their teacher’s sexual misconduct. She knew that such an admission of complicity would result in possible dismissal from the school for herself and her classmates, but she also knew that is was wrong to withhold the truth from the authorities. Going to the police would have been the proper course of action, but she was under great pressure from her less than honorable peers to conform, and that meant keeping her mouth shut.

Abigail Rylander had always been a highly inquisitive girl, her talkativeness belying a keen and analytical intellect within. Her lilting, high-pitched voice often led her teachers to believe that she would never make a great public speaker: a prerequisite of every pupil who had any aims toward serving in the public sector. But this did not deter her. And despite her occasional bouts of running off at the mouth, she nonetheless managed to maintain very high grades, much to the chagrin of her classmates. Even when they poked fun at her for being, as they so jealously put it, a “semen-clogged brain,” she found it better to combat such narrow mindedness by achieving a high grade point average rather than resorting to verbal retaliation.

She had told no one about her misgivings, certainly not her parents, and certainly not her classmates, who would have ostracized her at the first sign of insubordination. But having to suppress the truth for so long was taking its toll on the girl’s conscience. For above all things, Abby was honest, and this clandestine pact created by her friends to protect their own selfish interests was something she was finding difficult to abide.

The truth was that although John Cardelli had acted irresponsibly, he had been under the influence of the drug, which had compromised his otherwise previously staunch ethical behavior. In Abigail’s mind, he was less to blame than the real culprits in this whole ugly affair—Bridget Veerhoft and Helga Nelson—both of whom had exacerbated matters by acting in a sexually wanton and provocative way and orchestrating the event to the point of acting as ringleaders for the rest of the class in helping to bring about Mr. Cardelli’s downfall. But, because of their pact, none of this information had been revealed to the police.

She remembered how difficult it was for her to lie to the authorities when she had been questioned a week earlier at her home, her parents having to leave the room when the more gross details of the sexual escapade were divulged. She hated the fact that she had to keep the truth hidden, and she soon began to hate herself for being so weak. But the most pressing reason why Abby found it difficult to endure the silence was because she knew that her beloved teacher was suffering. Her desire to assuage her own conscience by telling the truth, coupled with her need to comfort him, made her want to speak out in his defense.

But it was already late.

Seeing that it was now well past 8:00 AM, she remembered that she had an appointment to keep with some friends. They were going to a local mall to do some clothes shopping, something she always found time for. And her friends were not the snotty, stuck-up kind like the girls in her class. It was going to be a fun day she thought, and, in spite of her father’s remark, she wasn’t missing school all that much either.

“Poor Mr. Cardelli!” she said aloud as she put on her coat.

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The interim of time following my arrest and subsequent release was a matter of only a few hours, yet it felt like an eternity. Philip’s lawyer had arrived at the police station soon after we did, and made arrangements with the judge for the setting of bail. The three of us were summarily discharged after paying a sizeable amount of money to the bailiff, but were scheduled to return to court for a preliminary hearing, which was to be held on Wednesday morning of the following week. I learned Luis was to remain in custody until the hearing, and I was glad to hear it.

Rebecca had invited me to stay with her until the media circus subsided and to keep me safe from any negative repercussions from those who had been less than satisfied about the claims I had made for my drug. Her three-bedroom chalet was located several miles north of the city in a quiet, rural area well off the beaten track. Bonnie and Philip, however, decided to take their chances by returning to their house, but they had to wait until the early morning hours to make it past the hordes of paparazzi that swarmed over their estate like flies on honey.

The Clinic had been shut down on orders from the judge. From what Rebecca had told me, Lynette had been deprived of the sperm and blood samples taken during the last experiment, and was questioned and then released. She told me that Maria had called her late the previous evening to see if I was all right, but she hadn’t heard a word from Cheryl. Michelle had also called to let her know that she was actively preparing witnesses and evidence in my defense, and would be in touch with me soon. She had heard from no one else.

“This sucks Chris,” she said, stretching out her long legs onto the hassock in front of her. “Are you getting the feeling that your friends are abandoning you?”

“Like rats on a sinking ship?”

“Exactly.”

I took a sip of tea and drew a pillow behind my head.

“Well, let’s see. Michelle called right? And Maria? And…”

“And that’s it. I don’t know what the fuck happened to Cheryl.”

“Probably screwing her brains out with that young stud Mr. Lundquist,” I said, chuckling. “She’s in love with him you know.”

“I think she’s in love with his big nineteen-inch dick!” she laughed. “God, you created a monster with that thing!”

“I don’t know how the hell he managed to get it into his pants!”

We both laughed for a few moments but quickly became serious once again.

“I’ve got to do something, Rebecca. He can’t go around like that for who knows how long. And what’s going to happen with those other men? How can they live normal lives with their genitals being compromised like that?”

“If you’re asking me for advice, I have none,” she said gloomily. “All the answers lied in those samples, but now they’re gone.”

“Yes,” I said, staring into my cup, “they’re gone. And with the Clinic closed my hands are completely tied.”

We sat quietly for a while, ruminating on this unfortunate event.

“How’s Bonnie?” Rebecca asked suddenly.

“Holding up pretty well considering what she’s going through. She and Philip stand to lose the better part of their fortune. And his career…that’s in shambles.”

“Philip is a fool. Allowing himself to get involved with that scumbag Luis and his greasy little fiends. That’s the reason you’re on the hot seat right now. It’s because of him.”

I could not disagree with her. If Philip had simply come to me with his intentions all this could have been avoided. But he knew that I would have had to refuse him, and knowing this is what forced him to resort to subterfuge to achieve his goal.

“I’m sorry Chris,” she said, trying to comfort me. “Philip is a good man but he just became too greedy. You have to admit, that drug of yours is every man’s dream, sexual dysfunction or not.”

“I’ll be honest with you Rebecca. There are times when I wish I had never invented the thing. It’s caused too much pain. Too much.”

Just then the doorbell rang.

“You expecting someone?” I asked.

“Not at this hour. It’s almost midnight.”

I followed her to the door, anxious to see whom it was.

“Who is it?” Rebecca asked, trying to discern the image through the tiny glass hole in the door.

“Open up. It’s me.”

“Oh for Christ’s sake! “It’s Cheryl!”

Rebecca flung the door wide open.

Cheryl was holding a small metallic container in her hands and behind her stood her new boyfriend, all smiles.

“We were wondering what the hell became of you!” Rebecca exclaimed. “And look who else is here!”

“Hi Rebecca! Hi, Dr. Swensen!” Craig said, following Cheryl into the room.

“Craig!” I said, pleasantly surprised. “What are you doing here? What’s going on?”

“We’ve got some really great news for you Dr. Swensen,” Cheryl said, as she placed the container in my hands. “Look what kocaeli escort Craig did for you.”

“Bring it over here Chris,” Rebecca said. “Put it on the table. What’s the big secret Cheryl?”

“You’ll see,” the girl replied, as I gently put the metal box down.

“Go ahead doctor,” Craig said. “Open it.”

I tentatively lifted the lid, not knowing what to expect.

“Oh, my God!” I exclaimed, as the lid came off in my hands.

Rebecca immediately looked inside. “How the fuck did you manage to pull this off?” she said to Cheryl.

“It wasn’t me. It was Craig I told you.”

I removed one of the glass phials from the insulated gel packs and lifted it up into the light. It was very cold to the touch.

“They’re all there. Every single sample,” Craig said. “All color coded and named.”

“I can’t believe it,” Rebecca said. “How did you get it past the cops?”

“If you remember, Cheryl and I were in my cubicle when the police came in. We knew what was going on so she and I grabbed the samples out of the cooler and gave Lynette some other phony samples to throw the police off the track. While they were occupied with her, Cheryl and I stuck the real samples in the soda machine in the back lobby. After the police were done questioning us, I pretended to get a soda and opened the machine up and took out the samples. I put them in my backpack and since the police had already inspected it, they let me go without a problem. And here you are!”

“Holy shit!” Rebecca said to Cheryl. “That’s right, you have the key to all the machines. What a fucking brilliant idea. But where did you get the container?”

“I keep a few at home,” Cheryl replied. “They’re great for doing Jell-O shots.”

At that point I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, so I did both. I must have appeared quite amusing to my friends as they watched me laugh hysterically while shedding an ocean of tears. In no time I had them all laughing with me.

“You are one beautiful man!” I said, throwing my arms around Craig and hugging him. “Do you know how much this means to me?”

“Yes, doctor I do,” he replied, returning the hug.

“And you!” I said to Cheryl. “I love you so much.”

I was crying so profusely now that I could barely see her reaction to my comment. But when she hugged me I knew that she was crying too. Even stalwart Rebecca was misty-eyed.

“We have to keep these samples refrigerated,” she said. “I think it best to call Michelle and tell her what’s going on. We have to get over to the University tomorrow and you have to develop the new and improved EJAX-472 so that this lovely boy here can…oh my! What’s that?”

Craig followed her eyes down to his crotch and blushed.

“I guess I’m a little excited.”

“Jesus, Craig,” Cheryl laughed, noticing his erection. “And you just had the orgasm of your life.”

“That was yesterday, Cheryl.”

“Oh, I see. So now you’re ready to go again?”

“I can control it,” he replied, clearly fighting to will his erection away.

Rebecca put the samples in the refrigerator and called Michelle to inform her that she and I would be coming to the University in the morning to run tests on the samples. She then rejoined us and we talked for a few more hours.

“So that’s why you gave me that smile,” I said to Craig.

“Doctor?” he replied.

“You know, you kind of gave me a weird grin when I was escorted out of the Clinic.”

“Oh, yeah. I couldn’t very well tell you what we had done, so I tried to reassure you in the only way I could. I know it probably made you wonder more than anything.”

“It did. But what I don’t understand is how all those people from the media showed up so soon.”

“I called them,” Cheryl said.

“You called them?”

“As soon as I saw the cops, I phoned the Stockholm Press and told them that something big was going down at the Clinic in regards to the drug. As you all know, they and every other paper in town have been following the story about Mr. Cardelli. I didn’t think so many people would show up.”

“That wasn’t such a wise idea Cheryl,” I said dismayed. “The last thing I wanted was to bring this kind of attention to my experiments before they were completed. Now the press will never leave me alone.”

“I’m sorry doctor,” she replied downcast. “I thought maybe you would want to tell them what really happened. You need them on your side right now.”

Rebecca poked me in the arm. “You know Christiana, she’s right. If you can get the support of the media behind you, you’ve got it made. Don’t forget, you’re still an innocent victim here. It’s Philip who has committed the crime, not you.”

“But I’m guilty by association.”

“Extenuating circumstances! He ripped you off for Christ’s sake!”

“I think it’s your brother-in-law and that idiot Luis who are the ones in real trouble doctor,” Craig said. “All the guys and I…well, we’re going to stand up for you in any case.”

“And Michelle and the others kocaeli sınırsız escort bayan will do the same,” Cheryl added.

Despite their positive prediction, I still felt dubious. “I just hope my sister’s lawyer knows what the hell he’s doing.”

We sat around talking for few more minutes about other matters, but my mind was preoccupied with the hearing. Cheryl looked at Craig and gave him a wink.

“I think it’s time to go home,” she said, during a lull in the conversation.

“I won’t hear of it,” Rebecca said. “It’s late. You guys can stay here for the night. I’ve got an extra bedroom.”

“We don’t want to impose upon you Rebecca.”

“Don’t be silly. My house is your house.”

Without further debate, Craig and Cheryl were shown to their room and shortly thereafter I heard the door close followed by some giggling.

“I think I’m going to turn in too,” Rebecca said with a yawn. “We have a big day ahead of us.”

“The shelf life of those samples is only a few days under these conditions,” I said. “It’s either tomorrow or never.”

“Get some sleep,” she said, giving me a kiss on the cheek.

I had only been sleeping a few hours before I was awakened by noises coming from the master bedroom, which was adjacent to mine. For a minute I thought Rebecca had left her television set on, as she often did before going to sleep. I got out of bed and put my bathrobe on and gently tiptoed into her bedroom. Pushing aside the door I noticed that the television set was off, but on the bed were three bodies all coiled around each other in a tangled mess of frenzied lust.

“Oh!” I exclaimed.

Upon hearing me, they froze. I made a quick apology and turned to go.

“No, wait!”

It was Rebecca’s voice. “Come in, Chris.”

“This is not my thing Rebecca. You know that.”

“Please,” she said softly. “You don’t have to do anything. Just stay with me for a little while.”

“Why do you need me? You already seem to have your hands full.”

“This is really so beautiful, Chris. It’s not like you think. There’s a lot of love here. We’re your friends for heaven’s sake. Nobody’s going to think the less of you.”

I hesitated for a few seconds, imagining what it would be like to partake in their blissful union.

“It’s okay doctor Swensen,” Cheryl said. “We’d like you to join us but if you’re tired we won’t bother you.”

Craig kept silent, but I could make out his facial features in the dim light and I saw a look of expectation in his eyes.

“Look Chris, if you don’t want to join in, it’s fine. Why don’t you go back to bed? We’ll try to be quiet.”

I sensed the disappointment in Rebecca’s voice. I knew that she had been in love with me for a very long time, but I could only return her love in a sisterly fashion. Now that an unusual opportunity had presented itself to her, she was taking a chance that maybe she could finally entice me into having sex with her, in whatever context that might be. The truth was that I cared dearly about all three of them, though I had no romantic feelings for any of them. Did they really just expect me to sit and watch as they engaged in sex?

“How long are you going to stand in that doorway gawking at us?” Rebecca joked.

I stood there for a few moments and then, to my surprise, I found myself walking into her room.

“I’ll stay for a little while, but don’t expect much.”

“Nobody is forcing you to do anything you don’t want to do Chris. We’re all friends here.”

She reached out her hand to me and I sat beside her on the bed.

“Lie down and enjoy the show.”

Propping my head up with several pillows, I leaned back and watched as the lovemaking commenced.

Craig, it seemed, had been fucking Cheryl from behind, and picking up where he left off, drove his enormous cock in and out of her with wild abandon. Rebecca’s legs were spread out before her so that she could watch the young girl feast on the triangle of hair between them. At times she would grab my arm tightly as Cheryl’s tongue drove her into fits of ecstasy.

It was one thing for me to be watching, or even participating to a small degree, in the sexual relations of people who were part of my studies at the Clinic, but quite another to merely sit and watch. In the first instance, I was in control and could choose to participate if I wished. But in the scenario taking place before me, I was merely a passive observer, and although the opportunity to get involved was still there, I was reluctant to take it. I was reluctant because I was unsure of how I would ultimately respond to the loving attentions of my friends. The truth was that I was afraid of lowering my sexual defenses to the degree that I might actually lose control in front of them; that they may see me in a less than desirable light. And losing control was, to me, something I had always regarded as a weakness in others, and ultimately in myself—whether imagined or not.

As I watched the three of them enjoy themselves, I began to feel like I was invisible—an incorporeal voyeur who could look but not touch. In the semi-darkness of the bedroom, the scene took on an almost surreal aspect—limbs akimbo, bodies undefined—and the only thing that made me aware that anything was going on at all was the persistent sound of Craig’s cock and balls slamming into Cheryl’s vagina, and her increasing moans of pleasure.

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The End of the Holiday – Archie & Sophia

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

***

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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Author’s Notes: –

Before you read this part I strongly suggest that you read the earlier parts before reading this.. It will give you the background that will make this part a lot more enjoyable.

V

*****

I got up on the Sunday morning feeling quite excited. After breakfast I showered and shaved everywhere below my neck. I’d already decided what I was going to wear, a skater type, very short skirt and no knickers; and a silk type cami top with no bra. My permanently hard nipples would tell the world that I was horny.

Having said that, I looked at myself in the mirror and chickened out. Not with what I was wearing, but with having my nipples so prominently tenting the cami top. I got out a little denim jacket and put that on top, reasoning that I’d take it off just as soon as I arrived at the rugby clubhouse.

The getting ready part was exciting but as I walked to the underground station I got a bit nervous. My little skirt was bouncing about and I felt good, but nervous. I was going to a rugby club full of hunky men, well hopefully, and I was wearing next to nothing. As I sat on the train the vibrations made the nervousness get replaced with memories of being groped and made to cum, possibly on that very same carriage.

As I walked towards the rugby club there were 2 girls walking towards me. I overheard one say,

“The fucking bastard, I’ve a good mind to report them to someone; we’d both make great cheerleaders.”

I smiled and thought,

“You’ve got to be joking; you’d be better applying for the job as the Michelin Man.” (The symbol of the tyre manufacturer).

I was still smiling as I turned into the rugby ground and saw about 20 young men playing rugby. I nearly tripped over something as I walked to the clubhouse still watching the men in their short shorts and hunky bodies.

“Hi, I’m Duke, you must be Millie, right?”

“Hi Duke, yes, that’s me.” I replied looking the 30 something cute guy up and down.

“So pleased that you made it; you look perfect for the job.”

“Well err, thank you, but don’t you want to interview me?”

“Yes, of course, can I get you a drink or anything Millie?”

“No thank you.”

“Right, come and have a seat and let’s talk.”

I sat on the wooden chair, feeling the cold on my bare butt.

Duke then started talking about the team, how many players they’d got, about the trophies that they’d won, the clubhouse; all the sort of things that I’d expected. Then Duke told me that they were going through a bad spell; that they’d got the talent but just couldn’t put it all together. The committee, that he was chairman of, as well as the Coach, had come up with the idea of getting some cheerleaders to boost morale and give the boys some incentive to sort themselves out.

“So you want a few girls to dance and do some cartwheels or something at the side of the pitch?”

“Something like that, but it wouldn’t be restricted to game day, there would be practice days, like this morning, and in the clubhouse as well. We’d provide the uniforms for you to wear. We’ve already got one set laid-out over there. There’s three uniforms, one for matches, one for practices and one for wearing in the clubhouse. Would you like to have a look at them?”

Duke got up and I followed him over to a table at the other side of the room. I could see cards with names on them, ‘match’, ‘practice’ and ‘clubhouse’.

I looked at the ‘match’ uniform. It was in their team colours and wasn’t that dis-similar to what I was wearing except that the top was a halter top. The skirt was just as short as the one I had on.

“No underwear then?” I asked.

“Yes, in that tin.”

“What?”

“Body paint. We thought that you could paint a pair of knickers on. We don’t want any spectators getting upset do we?”

“So you’d expect us to dance around, do cartwheels and handstands and goodness knows what else, wearing just that top and that skirt?”

“And the body paint.”

“And what part of my body am I supposed to paint?”

“Oh don’t worry about that, one of the lads will put that on for you.”

“All this is a bit sexist and degrading isn’t it?”

“As I explained to the other 2 girls Millie, we don’t do politically correct here. We’re all proper men and we don’t give a damn about all these women’s lib things or all this racism crap. No one here is a racist. You’ve probably noticed that 3 of the guys are black. What you probably haven’t heard yet is the white guys calling them coons or black bastards or niggers. You also won’t have heard the black guys calling the white guys white honkeys or white trash either. Well you will; name calling goes on all the time. Just remember, it’s not WHAT you say, it’s the way that you say it, and here it’s all done in a friendly way between friends so no one even thinks about racism. Everyone in this team, this club is a friend of everyone else in the club and they will do anything for ANY of the other members regardless of age, background, job, colour of their skin or sex. Well the sex part became part of it when kocaeli escort bayan we decided that we wanted some cheerleaders”

“Wow Duke, that was some little speech and it was good to hear it. It’s all good with me, now, I see that there are no shoes with the uniforms.”

“I was hoping that you’d all be able to provide your own white pumps for outside and some high heels for inside.”

“Probably a good idea.” I replied

I moved to the ‘practice’ uniform and lifted the microskirt up. There was nothing underneath it.

I smiled and said,

“Running around outside in just this belt eh Duke?”

“Yep, don’t worry, the grounds aren’t overlooked it will just be the team that will see your tits bouncing about. And we wouldn’t expect you to be out there when it’s really cold.”

“Well that’s good to know but my tits aren’t really big enough to ‘bounce’ about.”

“They’re just the right size for me Millie.”

I smiled and the tingling spread from my pussy to my nipples.

Next I looked at the ‘clubhouse’ card.

“So haven’t you bought the clubhouse uniform yet?” I asked.

“Nothing to buy; that’s it.”

“But there’s nothing there.”

“Exactly, you’ll be stark naked; except for your shoes, you’ll need to wear high heels, we’ve got to please the lads. A happy team is a winning team.”

“Hmm, right, I see. So how much will you be paying your cheerleaders?”

“Money! We were rather hoping that you’d do it for the team. After all we’re just a local team. The lads will want to buy lots of drinks for you and you’ll be welcome to help yourself to any food that’s laid on but money; doubtful. We’ve been working on the principal that if you saw the advert on Craig’s List then you’re just out for a good time; and you’ll certainly get that here.”

“Hmm, was that shewed idea yours Duke?”

“Yes it was actually.”

“I thought so. So have you got any other girls yet Duke?”

“Yes we have. We’ve had 9 applicants so far. Most of them were ugly or fat so the interview only lasted a couple of minutes but 3 of them were nearly as cute as you. One said that she wouldn’t do it unless she got paid.”

I smiled and remembered the Michelin girls.

“So you’ve already got 2 girls that are prepared to get naked for the team.”

“Yep.”

“Are you expecting them to let your team fuck them Duke?”

“That’s up to them Millie. We may all be sexist pigs but none of us would force ourselves on a girl. That’s just not right.”

“Good answer Duke. Well, I guess that you’ve now got 3 cheerleaders. Oh, I nearly forgot; what about kids and parents?”

“Phew, you had me worried for a bit there Millie, the lads would never forgive me if I let someone as good looking as you slip through my fingers. And no, the lads wouldn’t dream of bringing any family members. Occasionally a girlfriend will appear but not very often.”

“You haven’t got your fingers on me yet Duke. When do I start?”

“Awesome Mille, the lads will be real happy.”

“So when are the practice sessions Duke?”

“Wednesday evenings and Sunday mornings, that’s what’s going on out there right now. Then the game is in the afternoon. Just about all games are here because we’ve got a pitch but the odd one is somewhere else. We usually borrow a minibus to get there. Will that be a problem Millie?”

“Unlikely but if it ever is I’ll let you know. So do you want me back here on Wednesday or would you like me to start now?”

“Wow, you’re keen to get your kit off Millie. The lads will be in very soon for some lunch then the opposition will be arriving just before the game. You’d be on your own today; the other 2 girls aren’t going to be here till Wednesday. I’ll understand if you want to give today a pass.”

“No, no, I may as well meet the guys today. I’d forgotten about the other teams, do you ever get and girlfriends of kids coming with them?”

“The odd girlfriend driving some of them here but apart from that no.”

“Good, I’d hate to be accused of corrupting kids or upsetting old prudes.”

“No, you’re okay there Millie, we wouldn’t have advertised for cheerleaders if there were going to be any problems like that. We’ve assumed that you wouldn’t mind getting changed in one of the changing rooms; we’ve got one for the home team, and one for the away team. Take your pick, make yourself at home, have a wander around and get to know the place, I’ve just got to finish getting the lunches ready. Oh, the bar will stay closed until after the game but you are welcome to indulge if you want, just help yourself. Oh shit, I don’t suppose you’ve got a pair of pumps in that bag of yours have you?”

“Don’t worry Duke, I’ll go barefoot today.”

“Thanks Millie, you’re a life saver.” Duke replied as he came over to me, hugged me, and slipped his hands up the back of my skirt and squeezed my bare bum.

“Nice butt Millie.” Duke said as he turned and walked off leaving me just standing there.

A couple of seconds later it hit me. I’d just volunteered izmit otele gelen escort to get naked in front of 15 or 20 young men; no, 30 or 40 when the other team arrived; and then go outside to cheer on the team wearing just a skirt that was short enough to be mistaken for a belt. Wow, I surprise myself at times.

I felt my pussy tingle and my nipples ache.

And what were all those horny young studs going to do to me? I nearly orgasmed just thinking about it.

I turned and looked around. The doors were all labelled so I went through the one labelled ‘Changing Rooms’ and saw 2 more doors, ‘Home’ and ‘Away’.

Going into the ‘Home’ room I saw lockers, benches, a toilet cubicle, urinals, and a big open shower. I imagined me in there with a 15 naked young men.

The orgasm got a little closer.

I opened some locker doors until I found an empty one and started getting naked. That only took seconds then I just stood there looking round again.

“Here goes Millie.” I said to myself, and started walking out of there in just my shoes.

As I opened the door to the main room and walked through I got one hell of a shock. Fifteen or twenty rugby players started clapping and cheering. The quick attack of shock quickly turned to embarrassment and my hands moved to cover my tits and pussy.

Two seconds later I said to myself,

“Don’t be so stupid Millie. This is what you want; move those bloody hands.”

I did, felt my nipples ache a little and my pussy get even wetter then smiled at the guys and said,

“Hi guys, I’m Millie and I’m one of your cheerleaders.”

“A nude cheerleader.” I just about heard over the cheering.

“Okay guys, leave her alone,” I heard Duke say after a few seconds; “there’ll be plenty of time for you to get to know her and drool over her cute little tits and dripping pussy later. You need to get fed and then changed ready for the game. The other team is due in 15 minutes.”

With a few groans the majority of the guys turned and headed to the food tables.

“Are you going to be okay Millie?” I heard Duke say, as a couple of the guys stepped over to me.

“Yeah, sure,” I replied, “I’m sure that all these guys will be perfect gentlemen.”

“You look good Mille, really nice nipples.” Duke said before turning and walking away.

The 2 guys nearest me started talking to me and looking at my tits. They asked me all sorts of questions, most of the time with their eyes on my chest. I kind of liked that.

The guys sort of rotated around getting some food and getting changed and talking to me. I got asked a few questions over and over.

After a few minutes Duke called for silence then said,

“Right guys, 2 things, firstly there will be 2 more new cheerleaders here on Wednesday evening dressed like Millie when inside here; and secondly, I know that you guys will treat them all with respect but I’m not so sure about all the guys in the other teams that come here so please look after our new cheerleaders. If anyone does anything to upset any of the girls take it out on them on the pitch not on in here or the carpark. Okay?”

Just them, another guy came up to me and introduced himself as Jake, the captain.

“Duke’s right Millie, you shouldn’t have any problems with my team but if you do just let me know and I’ll sort it out. As for other teams, I’ll make sure that one of my guys is with each of you all the time.”

“Oh thanks Jake, that’s really nice of you.”

“You’re so welcome Millie, and are your nipples always that big and hard?”

“How do you know that they’re hard Jake? You haven’t felt them yet.”

Jake smiled at me and his right hand reached over and held my left nipple between his index finger and thumb and I moaned.

“They’re hard.” He said as his hand opened and cupped my whole tit.

“Keep them warm for us Millie. Gotta go, I can hear a load of voices outside. The opposition is here.”

Just then the door opened and a whole load more young men walked in, some of them colliding with their team mates in front as they stopped when they saw me.

My pussy got the same feeling as it did when I’d walked into that room without anything on.

When they were all inside, Jake spoke,

“Hi guys, welcome. I’m Jake, the Captain of this team. As you’ve already seen, we now have some cheerleaders. Unfortunately, only one of them is here today and she’ll be outside running along the side line cheering our guys on. I do hope that she’ll distract you enough so that we have an easy win. Just one word of warning, don’t upset any of our cheerleaders. If you do, your team will not be welcome back here. Right, you know where the changing rooms are and kick-off is in 30 minutes.”

There wasn’t a rush for the guys from the other team to go and get changed. For some strange reason they all wanted stay and look at me and most of our team were back and ready to play before the other team’s coach finally told them to get a move on.

All the time there kocaeli suriyeli escort was a steady stream of guys coming over to me to talk to me and get a closer look as I stood there in the middle of the room.

It was REALLY exciting standing there, totally naked, and being the only girl in a room full of young men. If I’d wanted to I’m sure that I could have asked any one, or maybe all of them, to fuck me; but at that moment, I just wanted them to look at me. I could feel my juices running down my inner thighs and I wondered how many of them noticed.

How I didn’t orgasm just standing there I shall never know.

A man in a black shirt, black shorts and rugby boots walked in and did a double take when he saw me. Duke approached him and they talked for a few minutes before Duke started telling both teams to go out to the pitch.

When they’d all gone he came over to me and asked me if I was okay. I said that I was, not telling him that I was soo close to cumming.

“Right Millie, you’re handling all this quite well so far, you need to put the match uniform on. We’ve got to let everyone know which team you belong to.”

“I wouldn’t have thought that that was a problem but hey, I’ll need something to keep me warm.”

I went over to the table where the 3(?!) uniforms were and started putting the halter top on. I deliberately fastened the body strings very loosely, wanting the risk of my tits escaping.

The skirt went on in seconds then I picked up the tin of paint.

“Would you do this for me please?” I asked Duke.

“Sure, hop up on the table.”

I did; then spread my legs.

Duke looked at my pussy then said,

“I think that I’d better get a towel.”

I think that I blushed but Duke wasn’t there to see my face, he was already on his way for a towel.

He returned with a roll of paper towels and offered a couple of sheets to me.

“Can you do it please Duke?”

Duke looked at me and smiled.

“Sure.”

Duke started by wiping the insides of my thighs and moving up. Before he wiped my pussy with the towel he touched my clit with a finger. An orgasm exploded out of me and I sat there shaking, and I think I was saying,

“Thank you, thank you.”

When I calmed down I looked at Duke’s face.

“I thought that you needed that Millie.”

“Yes, yes I did.” I replied the repeated what I think that I said when I was ‘up there’.

My body shuddered again as Duke wiped my pussy dry then opened the body paint tin.

“So Millie, I thought that a little triangle on your pubic bone would do the job. Is that okay with you?”

“Yeah, sure, don’t make it too big. I suppose that it will look like a thong until I spread my legs. So Duke, there’s only one of me and I haven’t even met the other 2 cheerleaders so we haven’t sorted out any routines. What would you like me to do today?”

“I was thinking that you could just do a few cartwheels and handstands when the team need a bit of a push and when they score. Oh, I never asked you, what do you know about rugby?”

“Don’t worry Duke, my dad’s big rugby fan and he used to make me watch it with him when I was little. I think that I know most of the rules.”

“Good, that solves a problem; I must ask the other 2 what they know about the game.”

By that time Duke had opened the tin and had some black paint on the end of the brush. I lay back on my elbows and watched Duke as an outline of a thong appeared on the front of my pussy.

“That feels nice Duke.”

“Don’t go cumming on me again Millie. We don’t want to miss half the game.”

I shut my mouth and smiled. That was the first time that a man had told me NOT to cum.

Then I had a thought and asked Duke what sort of paint it was.

“Don’t worry love, its water based, it should come off when you have a shower.”

“Good, I’d hate to look like I was wearing something after the game. You do open the bar and have a few drinks before everyone goes home don’t you?”

“Don’t work Millie; you’ll get plenty of attention after the game; and as many drinks as you want.”

Five minutes later Duke and I marched out of the clubhouse and to the pitch.

“What’s the score?” I asked the 2 reserves that were stood watching.

“5 – 3 to them” one guy said, not sure if he should look at me or the game.

I started going up and down the side line, following the game, and cheering our team on. Then I remembered that I was supposed to do something to encourage them. The next time that the ball came into touch at my side I stood near the man who was going to throw the ball down the Lineouts. Just as he was about to throw I did a handstand. As the ball went flying along the 2 lines all the guys were presented with a view of me standing on my hands with my tiny skirt inverted and covering my belly and lower chest. The halter top had slid up around my neck revealing my nice little tits.

My display un-settled the opposition and our team managed to get the ball.

That seemed to be the turning point of the game and by half-time we were leading 15 – 10.

I went and joined the half time get together and one of the first things that Jake said was to tell me to spend some time behind the opposition’s posts. Our team will keep telling the opposition guys that I’ve stripped off and are playing with my pussy. With a bit of luck they’ll keep turning to look and we’ll be able to catch them off-guard.