les histoires de chrislebo

My ****** justified the change by stating that the panties didn't have strings holding them up, so they would offer more protection for my ******. My ****** shrieked when my ****** made that statement because the little undies were nearly transparent. Of course, my ****** lost the argument and ended up serving ****** clad only in the skimpy see-through panties. This horrified my ****** because when she entered the room, my mom felt like she was wearing nothing at all.

Having all those men gawking at my mom's nearly naked body totally embarrassed her, but eventually my dad even grew bored of seeing my mom in the skimpy panties and imposed even more *********** upon her. He decided to turn my ****** into a French Maid. My mom was very nervous about this arrangement because all she was allowed to wear was a tiny black apron trimmed in white lace and a matching hat.

My mom examined her outfit, and then she turned to my ****** and begged, "This is going too far. Please don't make me wear this French Maid costume. Everyone will be able to see my bare butt."

My dad sternly replied, "I'll tell you when it has gone too far. Now quit whining or you'll be showing more than just your ass!"

I remember peeking out of my bedroom door that night and watching my dad collect money from his group of friends, which seemed to grow larger every week. The guys cheered when they first saw my mom in the French Maid costume because her big boobs and bare butt were completely exposed. It was embarrassing for my mom to display her breasts and butt to the guys, but her face really turned red when she'd bend over because her little apron would fall away in front exposing her sandy brown bush from the sides.

My mom tried to hide from the guys, but they'd always find a reason to make her bend over. Then they'd move into a position where they could see what my mom was trying to hide under her apron. My mom looked like she was mortified and my dad didn't seem to care about her feelings at all. However, he did show his appreciation after his friends went home.

Finally the day came when my mom had nothing left to offer except total nudity. She was so nervous that she could barely deliver ****** to the men. Knowing that her full firm breasts, light brown bush and smooth round butt were on display for everyone to see made it difficult for her to function as a waitress, but she managed to make it through the night. As usual, my ****** expressed his gratitude after his ******** buddies left.

I went to bed in tears after seeing my ****** humiliated in front of my ******'s friends because I was afraid it would happen to me. When I asked my mom why she did it, she said that she didn't think she had any other option because my ****** was the sole provider for my ****** and me. Plus her Friday night strip shows were adding additional income to help the family make ends meet.

After a few weeks passed, my mom admitted that she was starting to enjoy having a roomful of men lusting after her because it made her feel pretty and desirable. Soon my mom began flaunting her nudity in front of the men and she didn't seem to be nearly as embarrassed as she was in the previous months. Unfortunately, my mom's embarrassment and *********** is what thrilled my dad. When that element was removed from the equation, my dad needed to find his thrill elsewhere.

Even after everything my mom went through to please my ******, he left my mom to marry some young innocent girl. It gave him the chance to start over with a new victim of his tactics for domination and embarrassment. My mom was distraught, but she said that she had no regrets. However, I had plenty of regrets. Remembering how scary it was to see my mom completely nude in front of a roomful of men is a major reason why I'm so fearful of having my body exposed to a boy. My dad left me with emotional scars that will probably haunt me for the rest of my life. His actions could also be the cause of my nightmares.

The last time I saw my ****** was when he set my mom and I up in a trailer home on the outskirts of town. Again I asked my mom why she displayed her naked body to all those men and she replied that I was too young at the time, but she hoped that one day I would understand why she did it. She also hoped that some day I would get the chance to experience the thrill of being naked in front of a group of strange men, too. I'm older now, but I still don't understand. I'm also certain that I would not find the experience thrilling at all.

My mom thinks she can replace my ****** by throwing herself at every handsome man that comes along. She also no longer has a problem showing off for strangers. It seems to thrill my mom when she flirts with men and teases them with her great body. My mom is a beautiful woman so I don't understand why she feels that she has to make herself so available to men, but she claims it makes her happy because she feels wanted. I guess my mom has spent her whole life having her body exposed to men, so it now feels natural to her.

My mom loves the attention she gets when she appears partially or totally naked in front of a man. However, I am the complete opposite. Since my mom grew up only receiving attention from men when her body was put on view, she is now conditioned to believe that men are only interested in her when she flashes for them. I'm even embarrassed when my mom flashes men in my presence.

When we go grocery shopping, my ****** will wear her shortest skirt. Then she will bend over to look at items on the bottom shelf when she knows a man is looking at her. My mom's skirt will ride up in back, exposing her panties to the man. After giving the man a nice long look at her panty-clad butt, she will continue shopping and act as though she didn't even know the man was there.

My mom also likes to go into the hardware store wearing a low cut blouse with no bra and too many buttons unfastened. There are men that demonstrate new products in the store and my mom will lean over in front of them to give the men a peek down the front of her blouse. One time, a man was demonstrating a new table saw and when he got a look at my mom's round rosy nipples, he nearly lost a finger.

On one occasion, my mom told me to wait for the pizza delivery man while she took a shower. When the man arrived, my mom walked into the room with a towel wrapped around her head, and nothing else. She stood there for a long time with her breasts and bush completely exposed for the man to observe. Then she apologized, stating that she had just gotten out of the shower and didn't know that the man was there. When she left the room, she treated the man to a clear view of her smooth round butt.

My mom has a history of undressing in front of the window when the mailman delivers the mail. She also likes to sunbathe when the neighbors are mowing their lawns. My ****** wears the tiniest bikini bottoms and when she unties the back of her top, she always manages to accidentally flash her bare breasts to the men that are watching her.

It gives my mom a huge thrill when she thinks a man is getting excited because she showed him a little skin or casually revealed her panties to the man. I, on the other hand, am deathly afraid of a boy seeing me without my clothes on. I'm so fearful of being seen naked that I have nightmares about it, which is why my ****** contacted the doctor.

Part 3: The Doctor and the Naked Girls in the Shower

When I saw the way my mom was looking at the handsome doctor's picture, I was afraid the doctor was going to be my mom's next target. Then my mom discovered that the insurance she gets from her job at the local discount department store does not cover counseling. I was relieved because I really didn't want to see the doctor anyway, but my mom sent the man an e-mail. In her message, she told a sob story of how she was a single-****** raising a teenaged ******** in a trailer home on the outskirts of town. Because of her circumstances, she hoped the doctor would cut her a deal.

The doctor said that most counselors charge seventy dollars per hour. However, he made house-calls allowing him to reduce his fee since he didn't have the overhead of an office and receptionist. The doctor offered a rate of fifteen dollars a session provided my ****** paid in cash. My ****** was thrilled and jumped at the offer, but I was leery of the doctor's motives. However, I decided to honor my ******'s wishes and I agreed to see the doctor.

The doctor arrived on a Friday evening and he was driving a Chevy Aveo. It was a fairly new car, but it wasn't the type of car I'd expect a successful doctor to drive. He introduced himself as Doctor Hefferton and he took a seat on the couch next to me. My mom settled into a chair directly across from us.

The doctor had a warm smile and a caring demeanor, but I still had trouble opening up to him. Doctor Hefferton is a very handsome man in his early forties who claims to be one of the top psychologists in the area. He also said that he specializes in sexual abnormalities, so my ****** thought I was in the best hands. However, he didn't have any credentials backing up his claims and it wasn't easy for me to talk about my innermost feelings to a complete stranger.

The doctor said, "Why don't you tell me what's bothering you."

I couldn't speak, so my mom opened up and gave an explanation of what was troubling me.

My mom said, "Well, Doctor Hefferton, my ******** is having problems that are sexual in nature," and then she smiled at the doctor.

The doctor smiled back and said, "Please Mrs. Wilson, call me Bob."

My mom's face lit up and in a flirty tone, she responded, "Okay, Bob...and you can call me Debra!"

As I said before, my mom is a beautiful woman. She's thirty four years old and stands about five-foot-four. My mom has sandy brown hair like mine and she's on the slim side, but she has full round breasts and a firm butt. We've been told that we look more like sisters than ****** and ********, but I wish my mom would act her age instead of mine.

My mom was wearing a short jeans skirt and an off-white knit shirt. The outline of her bra was visible through the tight shirt, but it was obviously a flimsy bra judging by the way her nipples were poking through the thin material. Her legs were crossed and she was dangling her sandal from the end of her dainty little foot. My mom's short skirt had ridden up dangerously high, but with her legs crossed, the doctor could not see her panties.

The doctor said, "Please continue, Debra."

My mom said, "Well, as you can see, my ******** is a very cute girl with a terrific body."

The doctor looked at me and said, "Yes, she's quite attractive," which made me blush.

My mom continued, "But she's an eighteen-year-old senior in high school who's never been on a date, and she keeps having dreams that her classmates are pulling her clothes off and leaving her naked in school."

The doctor said, "Hmm, interesting," and then he turned to me and said, "Have you ever been naked in front of a boy?"

I replied loudly, "No, never!"

The doctor said, "Can you tell me about one of your dreams?"

I blushed and couldn't speak, so my mom said, "It's okay, Amy...you can tell him. He's a doctor."

The doctor said, "Let's just give her some time to get comfortable," so my mom opened a bottle of wine.

After the doctor and my ****** finished their second glass of wine, they were much more relaxed, but I was still nervous and afraid to speak. Unfortunately, after having a few ******, the doctor and my ****** were even more anxious to hear me describe one of my dreams. I finally gave in and reluctantly told this story.

Tiffany is the most popular girl in school and she loves to bully me. One day after gym class, Tiffany and her cheerleader friends began taking their shorts and T-shirts off right next to me. They were all wearing skimpy lingerie that looked like it was purchased from Victoria's Secret. There was cleavage spilling out all over the place and their G-string panties barely hid anything at all.

Even though it was just girls, I was afraid to take my clothes off in front of them. Maybe I was embarrassed because I was wearing plain white cotton panties and a simple white bra, or maybe I just didn't trust those girls. Regardless of the reason, I decided that I would wait until Tiffany and her cheerleader friends were in the showers before I began undressing. Unfortunately, as the girls started removing their bras and panties, they noticed that I was still fully clothed.

Tiffany said, "Look girls, Amy's afraid to take her clothes off. I think she needs our help!"

By now, all of the girls were stark naked as they turned their attention to me. I was surrounded by bare flesh, perky breasts and perfectly manicured pussies. Since the girls were all cheerleaders, they were strong with firm bodies, and I was no match for the five of them. The girls pulled my T-shirt and shorts off in no time, and then they pulled my bra off. One of the girls actually broke the clasp on my bra when she pulled it off, which was very upsetting because it ****** me to remain braless for the rest of the school day.

After pulling my panties off, the girls dragged me into the shower with them. I stood under the shower while the girls began laughing and playfully rubbing soap all over each other's naked body. The girls aren't lesbians, but they certainly act like they are.

The cheerleaders took turns soaping up each other's ass, making sure they ran their fingertips up and down one another's butt cracks. The girls also made sure that their breasts were nice and clean, paying close attention to their pretty pink nipples. Considering the girls barely had any pussy hair at all, they sure spent a lot of time shampooing each other's pleasure zone.

Suddenly Tiffany noticed that I was just standing there so she ordered the girls to clean me up. Tiffany instructed her cheerleader friends to wash my face and the girls began lathering up their bare titties. The cheerleaders proceeded to clean me up by rubbing their soapy breasts all over my face. Every one of them dragged their hard nipples across my lips and a few of them managed to push a nipple into my mouth.

I said to the doctor, "I was so embarrassed! Can you imagine having a group of naked teenaged girls rubbing their soapy bare breasts all over your face?"

The doctor paused for a moment, but then he looked over at my mom and the two of them began to laugh.

He finally said, "Um, yes...that must have been embarrassing for you," and then the doctor tried adjusting himself to hide his raging hard-on from me, but all he really managed to do was bring it to my attention.

I started to blush when I realized what my story was doing to the man and my mom giggled when she caught me staring at the bulge in the doctor's pants. My mom was obviously getting a little ***** on the wine she was ******** because she spread her legs far enough apart for her white panties to peek out from underneath her short jeans skirt. Her nipples were also poking out prominently against her snug knit shirt and she made no attempt to hide them from the doctor's view. I was sitting across from my mom with the doctor sitting next to me. Since I could easily see my mom's panties, I was certain the doctor could see them, too.

After my mom poured the doctor and herself another glass of wine, the doctor said, "Amy, please continue your story," so I did.

After I received a face-full of breasts, Tiffany dropped the soap and ordered me to pick it up. When I bent over to reach for it, Tiffany stuck her bare ass right in my face. My nose ended up in her butt crack and it caused me to drop the soap.

Tiffany ordered me to pick up the soap again and this time she pushed her blonde bush into my month. I could feel Tiffany's wet pussy hair against my tongue and I was unable to move away from her. I was now on my hands and knees, and Tiffany's naked friends held me in that position while Tiffany gyrated her hips and made fake orgasm sounds.

The soft blonde fuzz between Tiffany's legs was dragged across my face and pushed into my mouth over and over again, and my tongue even made contact with her precious pink pussy lips. Tiffany must have liked that because she held my head in place and rubbed her wet slit back and forth across my mouth until I agreed to lick her pussy again. Soon I heard laughter behind me and discovered that the other girls in my gym class were watching from outside the shower. I was so mortified by the ordeal that I had a nightmare about it that evening.

The doctor looked surprised and said, "Wait a minute. You mean that wasn't a nightmare?"

I said, "No. It really happened to me."

He said, "You mean you were totally nude in the shower and a group of naked teenaged girls rubbed their soapy bodies up against you?"

I said, "That's right. Now you know why this is so upsetting."

The doctor smiled at my ****** and she smiled back. It didn't seem like either one of them were concerned about my feelings. It appeared as though they were only using my story to fuel their desires, but I continued with my story anyway.

I rinsed off, got dressed and left the locker room while trying not to make eye-contact with anyone, although I heard several snickers and giggles as I left the locker room. However, in my nightmare it didn't end that easily.

In my nightmare, the girls from my gym class that were already dressed led me away from the girls' showers. I was still totally naked as they marched me into the boys' gym. The girls ****** me to stand on the second bench in the bleachers while they waited for Tiffany to arrive. As they waited, the girls held my arms to my sides so my bare body was completely uncovered. My breasts, bush and butt were all open to public viewing and the boys took full advantage of my embarrassing situation.

Tiffany finally entered, but Ms. Roberts heard about the disturbance and rushed into the boys' gym right behind Tiffany. Ms. Roberts, the girls' gym teacher, arrived just seconds after I was released by my captors and she demanded to know why I was standing there stark naked in the boys' gym. Tiffany quickly told her that I wanted to show off by streaking the boys during gym class and all the girls came to watch.

As I desperately tried to shield my nudity from the boys, I attempted to explain what really happened, but Ms. Roberts became furious and accused me of trying to get out of trouble by blaming the other girls. Ms. Roberts said that since I wanted to streak the boys, then that's what I was going to do. She punished me by making me run laps in the boys' gym for the entire period. Ms. Roberts also sat in the bleachers the whole time watching me run and she looked like she enjoyed seeing my naked body jog past her lap after lap.

As I nervously trotted around the boys' gym in the nude, the eyes of every boy in the class were upon me. I tried holding one hand in front of my pussy and the other over my ass, but it became uncomfortable having my boobs bounce up and down as my bare feet patted across the basketball court. I ended up cupping my hands over my breasts to keep them from bouncing around. Unfortunately, that left my smooth firm butt and sandy brown bush completely uncovered as the boys watched me run around the gym stark naked for an entire hour. When the bell rang, I made a beeline for the girls' locker room and as I burst through the locker room door, I awoke from my nightmare.

The doctor sat there speechless, so my mom broke the silence by asking, "Well Bob, what do you think?"

The doctor said, "Debra, I think you and I need to discuss this in private."

My mom said, "Okay," and in an attempt to quickly rush me out of the room, she said, "Amy, it's getting late. You should go to bed."

I said, "Bed? It's only ten o'clock," but my mom winked at me and said, "Bob...I mean the doctor and I need to talk."

It was clear that my mom wanted to get rid of me so she could be alone with the handsome doctor. I decided to let my mom have her fun by thanking the doctor for his time. I went into my bedroom, but with my bedroom door cracked open, I could see and hear everything that was going on in the living room.

Part 4: Naked and Teasing the Doctor

I should have afforded my mom some privacy, but since they were talking about me, I couldn't help eavesdropping. After another glass of wine, the doctor had several ideas about therapy for me. He also offered some therapeutic suggestions for my mom, too, which she was willing to try out immediately!

The doctor and my ****** were obviously charged up after hearing my story. However, Doctor Hefferton remained dignified as my ****** took a seat next to him on the couch. He had plenty to say, all of which was disturbing to me.

Doctor Hefferton told my ****** that it is very unusual for an eighteen-year-old girl to be afraid of boys. He said that I had intimacy issues and I needed to face my fears. He also said that I had lesbian tendencies, which should be explored.

When my ****** asked him what I needed to do in order to cope with these issues, the doctor suggested that I try innocently revealing my body to random boys. He justified his position by establishing that the boys would enjoy looking at me in various states of undress.

I thought to myself, "Well, duh!"

He continued qualifying his diagnosis by telling my mom that after placing myself in situations where my body is accidentally exposed in public, I would learn from the boys' reactions that I am viewed as a work of art rather than a sex object. I would become proud of my body and my self-esteem would skyrocket, which should put an end to the nightmares.

My mom said, "That makes a lot of sense."

As my heart raced, I said to myself, "That makes no sense at all!"

Doctor Hefferton also said that I should try engaging in a girl on girl relationship. Since I have such a fear of boys coupled with dreams about naked girls, I should make love to a girl in order to determine if I am trying to suppress lesbian tendencies. He said this could also cause nightmares. Then he chuckled and said that having a lesbian affair while boys watched would be the ultimate therapy!

I shrieked to myself, "Ultimate for who...the boys?"

Doctor Hefferton and my ****** were in the living room and I was watching them through my partially opened bedroom door. With so much of my future in the hands of this so called doctor, I felt compelled to monitor their conversation as well as their actions. My mom opened another bottle of wine, as if they hadn't had enough to ***** already, and then she asked the doctor how to proceed with my therapy.

As they sipped their wine, the doctor said, "Well Debra, we obviously can't address the lesbian issue right now."

My mom said, "Yes, we'll have to try that in the future!"

The doctor smiled at my ******, so she blushed and said, "I mean we'll have to discuss my ********** lesbian therapy later."

Doctor Hefferton asked point blank, "Debra, are you a lesbian?"

She replied, "No...but I'm willing to learn," and then they both laughed.

After they settled down, my ****** said, "With regards to exposing my ******** in public, I can't ask Amy to just strip and walk around naked in front of boys. How do we ease her into this therapy?"

Doctor Hefferton replied, "Her exposure must be innocent, accidental and gradual. We could start by having her go braless in a thin top."

My mom immediately asked, "Will you excuse me, Bob?"

He said, "Why of course."

My mom said, "I have to use the little girl's room. I've had a lot of wine you know," and then she disappeared down the hall.

The doctor waited patiently until my ****** returned. When she re-entered the living room, she was still wearing her thin top, but the doctor was happy to see that she was no longer wearing a bra. The snug knit shirt clung to the curves of her breasts and her nipples poked out prominently against the front of the delicate fabric. The doctor didn't say anything, but the tension in the room was so thick, you could cut it with a knife.

My mom took a seat next to the doctor, pushed her big boobs out and asked, "What would you suggest as the next step for my ********?"

As Doctor Hefferton blatantly gawked at my mom's breasts, he said, "Um, your ******** could hike up a short skirt and flash her panties."

My mom slowly inched her jeans skirt up and asked, "Like this?"

The doctor said, "Well, um, yes, but I can't see your panties."

My mom proceeded to hike her short skirt all the way up to her waist, and then she asked, "How about now?"

My mom's white panties were now fully exposed to the doctor as he said, "That's much better!"

My mom left her skirt up, but she crossed her legs as she took another sip of wine. Doctor Hefferton sighed in disappointment as my ******'s silky white panties were now blocked from his view. The doctor quickly explained the next step of my treatment in the hopes that my mom would continue following the plan right in front of him.

The doctor said, "It might even be more beneficial if you...I mean your ******** accidentally unfastened her skirt so that it would fall down when she stood up. She could act surprised to make sure it looked like an accident."

My mom grinned, but she did not reach for the zipper on her skirt, which caused the doctor to sigh in disappointment again.

My mom said, "I'm sorry doctor, but there's no button or hook on this skirt. There's just a zipper."

Doctor Hefferton anxiously said, "You could unzip it and pretend like the zipper broke."

My mom said, "I don't know. That seems so cliché," as a look of frustration appeared on the doctor's face.

The doctor said, "Another alternative would be for your ******** to go without panties under her short skirt."

My mom said, "I guess that would work. She'd know that she was naked under her skirt, but she could still hide it from everyone else."

Then my mom stood up, reached under her blue-jean mini skirt and slowly slid the silky white panties down her legs. After removing her skimpy undies, my mom walked across the room to put her panties on a chair. When she bent over to place her little undies on the chair, her short skirt rode up in back. Doctor Hefferton almost strained his neck trying to get a peek up my ******'s skirt at her bare ass, but unfortunately for the doctor, only a small portion of my mom's round rear-end was put on view for the doctor to observe.

When my mom returned to the couch, she pulled the hem of her skirt down so that everything stayed hidden, which prompted the doctor to say, "Now your ******** should hike her skirt up again!"

My mom chuckled and said, "Oh Bob, we've already played that game. Why don't you have another sip of wine and chill out."

As the frustrated doctor leaned forward to get his wine glass, my ****** reached behind her and acted like she was straightening her skirt. However, unbeknownst to the doctor, when my mom moved her hand behind her, she secretly slid the zipper on her short jeans skirt all the way down. Then they sat back on the couch and chatted with the doctor as they drank their wine.

My mom is such a tease! As they talked, my mom would cross and uncross her legs. Each time she lifted her leg, the hem of her short skirt would slide up a little higher. With the knowledge that my mom was naked under her skirt, the doctor was almost incoherent as the hem of my ******'s skirt came closer and closer to uncovering the Promised Land.

Then my mom scooted forward on the couch to set her glass down on the table. Scooting forward caused her short skirt to slide all the way up, but just as her soft brown pussy hair began to peek out, she grabbed the hem of her skirt and pushed it down so that she was completely covered. I thought the doctor was going to suffer a heart attack as his face turned red from excitement, but when my mom pulled her skirt down, he looked like a boy that was forgotten by Santa on Christmas Day.

Then my mom asked the doctor if he wanted some cheese and crackers to go with his wine. The doctor said that it sounded good to him, so my mom stood up to go into the kitchen. As planned, when she stood up her skirt plunged to the floor leaving her bottomless in front of the doctor.

My mom's beautiful bare butt was right in the doctor's face as she screamed, "Oh no, the zipper on my skirt must have come apart!"

She bent over to pick up her skirt without bending her knees, which gave the doctor an unobstructed view of her smooth firm ass. Again the doctor's face was red from excitement as beads of sweat began to form on his forehead. My mom picked up the skirt, and then she turned around to face the doctor. As my mom examined the skirt, the doctor examined my mom's sandy brown bush, which was only inches away from his face.

My mom giggled and said, "Isn't that funny. We talked about breaking a zipper on a skirt and then it really happened," which was a lie because I saw her pull the zipper down earlier.

My mom asked, "Well, I can't put this skirt back on. Should I put my panties on?"

Doctor Hefferton quickly blurted out, "No! I mean, why bother. I've already seen you without panties."

My mom giggled and said, "You naughty, naughty doctor! Do you really expect me to remain bottomless for the rest of the evening?"

The doctor grinned, but didn't answer so my mom said, "Well, if that's what you want me to do, then I guess I'll just put this skirt over on the chair with my panties. After all, you're the doctor!"

My mom walked over to the chair directly across from the doctor and bent over straight legged again. When my ****** bent forward this time, the doctor had a clear view of her smooth bare ass. After putting her skirt on the chair, my ****** returned to the couch.

As she slowly walked across the room, my mom made no effort to hide the soft triangle of hair between her legs from the doctor's hungry eyes. When my mom finally returned to the couch, she sat back down next to the doctor and crossed her legs. Most of her pussy hair was hidden, but there were still a few strands of girl fur on display.

My mom looked at the doctor and said, "You're sweating. Is it hot in here?"

The doctor replied, "Um, yes. That must be why I'm sweating."

My mom said, "I'm a little warm, too. Do you mind if I get comfortable?"

Doctor Hefferton said, "I would love it if you got comfortable."

The doctor was thrilled because he assumed my mom was going to remove her shirt. However, she only pulled her shirt up far enough to reveal the undersides of her perfect round globes. My mom's delicate pink nipples remained hidden from the doctor's view. The sight of my mom's partially exposed breasts combined with the bare skin on her flat tummy was so exciting for the doctor that it was causing sweat to drip from his face.

My mom said, "Bob, you're sweating. Let me wipe your face!"

She looked around, but she couldn't find a napkin or anything to use to wipe his face.

My mom said, "I guess I'll just have to use my shirt."

My mom put her hand inside her shirt without removing it and leaned forward to wipe the doctor's face. As she wiped his face with her hand, she couldn't help rubbing her breasts up against his face. This really thrilled the doctor, but moments later it got even better. My mom's left breast accidentally slipped out from under her shirt. When she felt the doctor's tongue against her hard nipple, she pulled away from the doctor.

My mom looked down and when she saw that one of her breasts was fully exposed, she giggled and said, "Oopsie!"

Then my mom put her hand back under her shirt. She leaned forward towards Doctor Hefferton and stretched the thin knit top up high enough to allow the other breast to fall out, too.

Ignoring the fact that she was now essentially topless in front of the man, my mom said, "Let me finish your face," and then she leaned forward, but as she wiped the doctor's face with her hand, she also rubbed her bare titties all over his face, too.

The doctor looked at my mom's bare boobs and said, "It's just like the shower story your ******** told."

My mom said, "Except those girls were naked," and then she pulled her top all the way off.

As my mom began pushing her big melons up against the doctor's face, my naked ****** said, "There...now it's like my ********** shower story!"

My ****** suddenly stopped and stood up in front of the doctor.

As she displayed her nude body to the man, she said, "Bob, I think it's time for you to cool off, too!"

My mom pulled the man's shirt off and I was impressed with his upper body. He had well-defined arms and a flat stomach. Then he stood up and my mom quickly removed his pants. All he had on was a pair of blue boxer shorts, and as my mom put her fingers inside the waistband of his boxers, I began to feel something stirring inside me.

I thought to myself, "Wow. I'm about to see a penis for the first time!"

My mom pulled his pants down and there it was, right in front of me. It was long, thick and hard, and it looked like it was throbbing. I guess they do that when a man is excited. I'd never seen one before, but it looked pretty big to me.

My mom confirmed my appraisal when she said, "My oh my Doctor Bob...you have quite a big one!"

Then my mom said, "I'll bet it's tasty, too," and then she kneeled down and put it in her mouth.

As her luscious moist lips went up and down on the man's hard missile, I couldn't resist the temptation of touching myself. I began moving my finger back and forth over my jeans, but I couldn't feel anything so I quickly pulled them off. As I rubbed myself over my panties, I had an urge to touch my breasts, too. Of course, touching myself over my shirt didn't quench my desires so I pulled my shirt and bra off all in one swift motion. I looked down at my white cotton panties and decided they had to go, too, so I pushed them down to the floor. Now I was totally nude, just like my mom and Doctor Hefferton.

I peeked out the door to see what was going on and the doctor was lying on the floor. My mom was straddling the doctor's face as her head bobbed up and down on his rigid rocket. While my mom pleasured the doctor, he began licking the pink slit between her legs. As I watched the doctor and my mom perform in the sixty-nine position, I couldn't help inserting a finger inside my bare beaver. It felt so good that I moaned out loud. I quickly caught myself and suppressed my moans so that I wouldn't alert my mom as to what I was doing in my bedroom.

The doctor began moaning loudly, so my mom took the man's penis out of her mouth and began stroking it with her soft hand. I watched in amazement as Doctor Hefferton grunted, and then he released his body fluid. Streams of a white milky substance shot into the air as my mom continued stroking the doctor's manhood.

The doctor soon collapsed, but he quickly regained his composure and continued tending to my ******'s needs. As I watched the doctor move his finger in and out of my ******'s pleasure place, I pushed a finger into my own tight wet pussy. It didn't take long for me to bring myself to an earth shattering climax.

Soon my young bare beaver was so over-stimulated that I could no longer withstand the touch of my own finger. I whimpered softly as I withdrew my finger from my dripping wet pussy, and then I pushed my bedroom door shut and fell a***** on the floor, still completely naked. I don't know what happened between my ****** and the doctor the rest of the evening, but I was certain that I would see him again.

Even though the thought of being placed in humiliating situations terrified me, I still was able to ***** peacefully through the night. Maybe the doctor's therapy would effectively cure my condition, but I wasn't crazy about exposing my body to strangers in public. Of course it appeared that my mom would be flashing right along with me, but I was still in no hurry to begin the treatment. Unfortunately, my treatment was scheduled to begin the following morning!

When I awoke the following morning, I found myself still naked and lying on my bedroom floor. There was some stiffness in my back from ******** on the hard floor, but I was well rested because I made it through the night without experiencing one of my ************ nightmares. Little did I know that I was about to experience one of my nightmares for real because my therapy was scheduled to begin today.

After showering, fixing my hair and putting on a little makeup, I found some clothes that my ****** laid out for me to wear. They consisted of a wife-beater style tank top and a pair of worn out denim shorts. It appeared that my mom went a little crazy with the scissors because the tank top was cut so short that I wasn't confident it would cover my breasts. The blue jean shorts were surgically altered to the point that I wasn't convinced my butt or my bush would be hidden from view. When I realized that there was no bra or panties to go with the outfit, I picked up the skimpy garments and headed into the kitchen where my mom was making coffee.

Upon entering the kitchen, I was shocked to find Doctor Hefferton sitting at the kitchen table. The doctor was thrilled to see that I was totally nude and he immediately began examining my over-exposed body. My face turned crimson red as his eyes zeroed in on my perky breasts and light brown pussy hair. I quickly clutched the shorts and shirt against my bare body, but not before giving the doctor an unobstructed view of my full firm boobies and neatly trimmed bush.

As I struggled to hide my nudity from the man, I shrieked, "Mom, why didn't you warn me that Doctor Hefferton was here?"

My mom chuckled and answered, "Don't worry...he's a doctor."

I squealed, "He's a psychologist, not a medical doctor!"

My mom rolled her eyes and then she changed the subject by saying, "Oh good, you found the clothes I laid out for you."

I said, "Clothes? There's hardly anything here! The shirt is tiny and the shorts are much too short. Besides, you didn't give me any underwear."

My mom replied, "That outfit isn't meant to be worn with underwear."

I screeched, "No underwear? Are you kidding? This shirt won't hide anything and these shorts are absolutely indecent."

My mom said, "Doctor Hefferton feels that if you face your fear of being naked in public, it could cure your shyness problem. He said it may also put an end to those nightmares you've been having so I took some of your old clothes and made a few alterations."

I screeched, "A few alterations? There's practically no material left!"

Then I turned to Doctor Hefferton and I wanted to say that he was a fraud, simply pretending to be a doctor in order to see a young girl naked. I wanted to tell him that his ************ therapy was merely a perverted scheme to publicly humiliate me. I wanted to finish by saying that just because my mom was naive enough to believe in his so-called therapy, that didn't mean I was going to buy into it. However, as usual I was too intimidated by the man to say what was on my mind, especially since I was stark naked, so I gave up and hurried off to my bedroom.

I was mortified because I glanced over my shoulder and caught the doctor checking out my bare butt as I scurried down the hallway. Once I entered my bedroom, I slipped on the tank top. Even though I only have medium sized breasts, they're still round and firm and I could feel the lower portions of my boobs peeking out from below the bare midriff shirt. My round rosy nipples were also visible through the ribbed white cotton material which made me feel very self-conscious.

The blue jean shorts were even worse than the tank top. They were slightly loose in the waist and they rode dangerously low on my hips allowing a little bit of my butt crack to show in back. The shorts fit snug across my butt cheeks, which actually made my butt look good, but my mom obviously doctored up the shorts when she cut them off.

As I looked at myself in the mirror, I could see that the legs were cut too short. The blue jean shorts were also cut so that there wasn't much material remaining between the legs to hide my pussy hair. The way that the shorts were cut left the leg holes so wide that someone could easily look between my legs and see that I wasn't wearing panties. To make matters worse, the snap on the denim shorts kept popping open, as if my mom had intentionally sabotaged it!

I stood in front of the mirror for a long time, nervously examining my diminutive fashion statement before finally leaving the shelter of my bedroom. Doctor Hefferton greeted me in the living room with a big smile on his face, which made me feel as exposed as I did when I was naked. I tried to explain that I could never leave our trailer home dressed in such a slutty outfit, but my mom paid no attention to my pleas. Before I had time to react, my ****** and the doctor ushered me away from the protection of my home and into the doctor's car.

We drove for a short time while the doctor explained how wearing revealing clothing in public would really help my self-esteem, make me proud of my body, and blah, blah, blah. I stopped listening to him shortly after he started talking. Unfortunately my ****** hung onto every word that came out of the man's mouth. It appeared as though she planned to make me follow his idiotic therapy even if it meant I would end up without any clothes on at all!

I lost all respect for Doctor Hefferton the previous evening when I caught him in the nude with my ******'s hand wrapped around his throbbing erection. I also heard him using his disguise as a psychologist to convince my ****** that exposing me in public would cure my extreme shyness problem and put an end to my *********** nightmares. I don't know how he bullied my ****** into going along with his scheme. In fact, I wasn't even certain that he was a real doctor. The only thing I knew for sure was that because of this so called doctor, I was out in public and barely dressed!

A few minutes later we pulled into a convenience store called Quick Gas and Food, and the doctor said, "Amy, why don't you go in and get something to eat?"

I replied, "I refuse to go in there dressed like this! Besides, I don't have any money."

My mom winked at me and said, "You don't need money. Dressed in that see-through tank top and those short-shorts, I'm sure the boy behind the counter will let you eat for free."

My mom added, "It looks like he's the only one in the store so I don't know why you're making such a fuss about it. You'll be in and out in no time."

The doctor offered, "If you'd rather change into other clothes before you go into the store, I'll allow it."

I asked, "Other clothes? What other clothes? I didn't bring any other clothes!"

Doctor Hefferton grinned and sarcastically said, "No other clothes? That's a shame. Then I guess your only choices are to go into the store wearing the clothes you have on or no clothes at all."

My ****** stated, "If I were you, I'd get going while I still had clothes on. It would be really embarrassing to go into the store completely naked!"

The doctor and my mom started laughing, but there was no doubt that they were serious about making me go into the store barely dressed. With the way my mom had been acting lately, I was afraid she really would let the doctor strip my clothes off and send me into the store bare assed naked. Seeing no other option available, I reluctantly got out of the car. Having such a phobia about showing my body in public made it difficult for me to enter the store in such meager attire, but I nervously opened the door to the store and went inside.

The boy behind the counter gave me a big smile and waved hello. He stood around six-foot-two, which is almost twelve inches taller than me, and he appeared to be around my age. The boy had dark hair and big brown eyes, which were almost as wonderful to look at as his bulging biceps. All I could do was stand there speechless and admire his good looks.

After standing there for while like an idiot, I finally told him that I was hungry and I wanted a hot dog and a Coke. I explained that I didn't have any money, but I would gladly come back and pay him later if he let me eat now. The boy replied that it was no problem and he told me to help myself. Assuming the boy was giving me the green light to eat for free, I headed for the soda machine.

The boy watched every move I made as I poured myself a Coke from the soda dispenser. I had to be extremely careful handling liquids because if the veil-thin material of my tank top got wet, it would look like I wasn't wearing anything on top at all. After successfully pouring the soda, I walked over to the machine that cooks the hot dogs.

I slowly leaned over to pick up a hot dog from the machine. It made me very nervous because I could feel my braless breasts peeking out from under my tiny top. I could also feel my butt cheeks showing from below my short-shorts. However, it felt wonderful knowing that a cute boy was expressing interest in me.

I had to lean over even further to get a bun from below the hot dog cooker. This really made me nervous because it gave the guy behind the counter an even clearer view of my smooth firm butt cheeks. I began to wonder if the boy could tell that I wasn't wearing panties under my cut-off shorts, but I remained in the precarious position while I searched for a bun.

Even though I was outside of my comfort zone, I stayed bent over because for the first time in my life, I was having fun teasing a boy with my body. I was overwhelmed with emotion wondering how much of my backside was on display. However, when my tiny tank top started sliding up over my braless breasts, I panicked and stood up, quickly putting an end to my floor show.

As I put the hot dog on the bun, I heard the door open. Two boys entered the store and walked over to the magazine rack. I recognized the boys from my high school. They were eighteen-year-old seniors just like me and once again I became very nervous about being seen in public wearing such a revealing outfit. It was one thing to show off for a complete stranger, but it was totally different being ****** to expose myself in front of boys that I would have to see on a daily basis.

As the boys reached for a magazine, they spotted me in my meager attire and their faces lit up like the Forth of July. It was really embarrassing to be the center of attention, especially since my sudden rise in popularity was generated by my lack of clothing.

As the boys gawked at me, I tried to look calm and composed while casually eating my hot dog. However, I was really concerned about how much of my braless breasts were hanging out from below the too-small top I was wearing. The boy behind the counter must have sensed my discomfort because he brought out a small step-stool to for me to sit on, but I chose to remain standing. I was afraid that if I sat down, the lack of material between my legs would reveal that I wasn't wearing panties under my micro-shorts. I would end up giving everyone a beaver shot. Then that stupid snap on my shorts popped open and the eyes of all the boys were drawn right to my waist.

I had a hot dog in one hand and a Coke in the other which prevented me from fixing the snap on my shorts so I simply stated, "Oops, my shorts popped open. I guess I'll have to wait until I finish eating before I can fasten it."

As I ate my hot dog and drank my soda, I felt the zipper on my shorts give a little. This worried me because I was afraid my shorts would come unzipped and fall down in front of the boys. The fact that I wasn't wearing panties intensified my nervousness. However, my shorts were still covering my smooth firm ass and hairy triangle when I put the last bite of hot dog into my mouth.

I finished eating and I was hopeful I'd be able to leave the store with my dignity still in tact. Then the door to the store opened and an older woman walked into the store. She was in her forties, a little overweight and wearing a Quick Gas and Food uniform. The woman looked me up and down, and she watched as I threw the hot dog wrapper into the trashcan. That's when my luck ran out!

Amy and the Doctor - Part 6

When the woman saw me throw away the hot dog wrapper, she bellowed, "Did you pay for that meal little girl?"

I replied, "No, but..."

Before I could finish my sentence, the lady turned to the boy behind the counter and asked, "Ron, are you giving away free food to one of your bimbos again? If so, you're fired!"

Ron replied, "No ma'am. I figured she would pay for it when she finished eating."

My heart sank...the cute boy sold me out! To add insult to injury, at that very moment a police officer entered the store. The cop was a woman, around five-foot-eight and probably in her late twenties. The officer had shoulder length auburn hair and she appeared to be proud of the way her big boobs filled the front of her tight police uniform. The woman was relatively attractive for a cop and she was obviously no stranger to the store because the older woman addressed the policewoman by her first name.

The woman wearing the Quick Gas and Food uniform said, "Dawn, I just got ripped off."

Officer Dawn responded, "What happened, Joyce?"

The woman, who apparently was named Joyce, pointed at me and said, "This girl ate food without paying for it. She could be hiding merchandise under her clothes, too."

I screeched, "Under these clothes? You gotta be kidding!"

Officer Dawn paused for a moment and scrutinized the outfit I was wearing. She probably thought I was some kind of slut trying to impress the boys with my lack of clothing. The officer had no idea that my mom was the one who took a pair of scissors to my tank top and shorts in an effort to cure my extreme shyness problem. The officer also didn't know that a man pretending to be a psychologist convinced my mom that exposing me in public would put an end to the ******-nudity nightmares I'd been having. All she saw was a barely dressed eighteen-year-old girl in the middle of a gas station convenience store.

I was frozen with fear as the policewoman examined my skimpy outfit. She inspected my wife-beater tank top, which was cut so short that the undersides of my full firm breasts were hanging out from below the tiny shirt. Officer Dawn also observed how my round rosy nipples showed through the veil-thin cotton material.

Then the cop took a long look at my worn out cut-off blue jean shorts. She squatted down to get a closer look at the way my butt cheeks hung out from below the too-short shorts. This made me nervous because I was afraid she could tell that I wasn't wearing panties. Then she stood up and noticed how low the shorts were riding on my hips. The policewoman even put her finger inside the waistband of my shorts to point out that some of my butt crack was showing.

When Office Dawn completed her inspection of my skimpy outfit, she smiled at Joyce and asked, "Do you want me to search her?"

I thought to myself, "Search me? What's left to search? She already had her finger inside my pants!"

Unfortunately, the two women were determined to humiliate me in front of the boys because Joyce grinned at the officer and said, "She's all yours, but be thorough when you search her. There's no telling where she might be hiding stolen goods!"

The policewoman instructed me to place my hands behind my back, but I said, "Let me snap my shorts first."

The officer grabbed one of my wrists and commanded, "Put your arms behind your back now!"

I begged, "But...but my shorts might fall down."

The office said, "You let me worry about your shorts."

Officer Dawn clearly meant business so I put my arms behind my back allowing the cop to handcuff my wrists together. Then the policewoman saw the small step-stool that the cute boy brought out earlier and she instructed me to stand on it. The policewoman obviously wanted to make an example out of me and she knew that standing up on the step-stool would add to my embarrassment.

Officer Dawn slowly walked around me and said, "You picked the wrong person to mess with today. I know your type. You think that you can dress like a slut and the boys will give you whatever you want. Unfortunately, this time a boy gave you something that didn't belong to him and now you're going to pay the price."

I said, "No, that's not true. I never dress like this!"

Then Joyce called out, "If you don't like wearing those clothes, then maybe you should take them off," which made my heart race.

Neither of the women laughed at Joyce's remark, so I began to worry that the officer was actually contemplating the thought of making me strip in front of the boys. I was terrified because I wasn't wearing a bra or panties and I could tell that the boys were eager to see me in the nude. The two women were in complete control of my fate and there was no limit to what they could do to me.

Ron moved from behind the counter to get a better view of me in my vulnerable position. Then Joyce and the two boys I knew from high school all moved forward to get a closer look, too. Since I wasn't wearing a bra or panties, the situation was distressing because I was being ****** to stand on a step-stool and I was fearful that the boys could see under my shirt or up my shorts.

Officer Dawn began her search by gently running her fingertips up and down my smooth bare legs. It tickled, but in a good way, and it sent chills up and down my spine. I don't know why she was tickling my legs, but the policewoman was obviously skilled in her technique.

Then she lifted my left leg up by my ankle and removed my sandal. Officer Dawn proceeded to softly run her finger between each of my toes before gently scratching her fingernails over the sole of my foot. I was squirming because I'm extremely ticklish, but I was helpless and at the mercy of the officer's touch.

I begged, "Please...please stop. Why are you doing this to me?"

Officer Dawn replied, "I've found that it relaxes the criminal and makes her less likely to resist. Besides, I want to show you who's in control."

I said, "I know you're in control and I'm powerless to resist you. Besides, you're driving me crazy!"

Officer Dawn replied, "Tickling bothers you? Well that's too bad because I still have to examine your other foot."

Knowing how much I dreaded being tickled inspired the officer to spend twice as much time on my right foot. She used her fingernail to make figure-eights over the sole of my bare foot which made my body wiggle and twitch. Then the policewoman used all of her fingernails to scratch up and down the length of my dainty foot, alternating between scratching hard and softly grazing my sensitive skin.

Officer Dawn paused for a moment and asked, "You hate this don't you?"

I replied with nervous laughter, "Yes, I can't stand it! Please stop."

Officer Dawn said, "No, I think I need to keep doing it until I'm sure you've learned your lesson."

I begged, "Please...please stop. I'll be good, I promise," but the officer just smiled and continued torturing me.

Everyone appeared to enjoy watching the woman tickle me, and with my leg held up in the air I was worried that the boys could see inside the wide leg holes of my cut-off blue jean shorts. When Officer Dawn finally released my foot, she went back to running her fingertips up and down my legs. The way she was gently touching the smooth skin on my legs also tickled, but at least I didn't have to worry about the boys getting a peek at my pussy hair.

Then the officer paused again and said, "Did you know that all you're squirming worked the zipper down on your shorts?"

I gasped, "Oh no! Please pull it up."

Officer Dawn gave my shorts a soft tug and said, "Don't worry. Your shorts aren't gonna fall down, but you are showing a bit of girl fur down there."

I was mortified! The policewoman proceeded to pull on a tuft of my pussy hair as the boys watched and I was powerless to stop her. Then she moved her hands to the back and began pushing her fingers into the waistband of my short-shorts. Officer Dawn wiggled her finger around over my butt crack, which tickled and once again my body squirmed and twitched. Upon finding a new ticklish spot on my body, the policewoman quickly exploited it.

Officer Dawn was standing in front of me as she reached around and slid her hands inside the back of my shorts. The policewoman massaged each of my butt cheeks as she slowly pushed her hands deeper into my shorts. I was relieved for a moment because having my butt massaged didn't tickle. In fact, it actually felt good!

Unfortunately, my relief was short-lived. My wrists were handcuffed behind my back so I tried to reach for my shorts. When I found that all I could feel was my bare ass, it became painfully apparent that I was losing my shorts. This made me extremely nervous because not only was the cop ******* the shorts down my hips, she had also pried the zipper all the way open in front of me.

I begged, "Stop, please stop. You're pushing my pants down."

Officer Dawn said loudly, "Oh, am I pushing your shorts down? Well I'm sorry, but you wouldn't be so upset if you'd have worn panties!"

One of the boys from my school said, "Wow, she's not wearing panties?"

Joyce said, "No...can't you tell by all that pussy hair showing in front?"

Then Joyce said, "Move out of the way Dawn so the boys can see."

I was mortified! The policewoman stepped aside so that everyone could see the light brown pussy hair that exposed above the zipper. My shorts were hanging halfway down my hips, so I was pretty sure that almost my entire hairy triangle was on display for the boys to observe. My only hope was that my shorts didn't fall all the way off, but Officer Dawn wasn't finished searching me yet!

Amy and the Doctor - Part 7

I was now handcuffed and standing on a step-stool in the middle of a Gas Station Convenience Store with my blue jean shorts unsnapped, unzipped and hanging halfway down my hips. Since I wasn't wearing panties, my light brown pussy hair was on display for everyone to see. The sheer wife-beater tank top I had on was cut so high that the undersides of my braless breasts were exposed and a sadistic female cop with a fetish for tickling young girls was having a field day with my exposed skin. Worst of all, three boys along with the woman who manages the store were in attendance to see me in my state of undress.

Officer Dawn stepped forward and began dragging a finger back and forth through the soft curly hair between my legs. The policewoman didn't ***** my shorts down any further, but she made sure the front of my shorts were open as wide as they would go. She combed her fingernails through my neatly trimmed bush for a while, but then she stepped in front of me and pushed her hand down the back of my shorts.

The policewoman gently slid her fingertip up and down my sensitive butt crack. This was driving me wild and the officer knew it. She softly tickled the crack of my ass for the longest time and she even probed me. Then the woman pushed her finger so far into my pants that she actually touched my moist slit from behind.

I gasped as the officer used her finger to split my pussy lips apart. My whole body tensed up as her finger glided back and forth across my pink place. I was so preoccupied with Officer Dawn's finger that I failed to notice she had pushed my shorts down even further. Then she abruptly pulled her hand out of my pants and stepped aside. I was petrified because it felt like two-thirds of my butt was showing and my shorts were dangerously close to falling all the way off.

After removing her hand from my pants, Officer Dawn began softly scratching her fingernails up and down my sides. I was fighting to keep my shorts up, but I couldn't stop fidgeting because the woman was tickling me relentlessly. Then I wiggled my hips the wrong way and my shorts slid down even further. I could feel the top of my shorts against the bottom of my butt cheeks, so I knew that I was in real trouble.

Joyce said, "If you keep tickling the girl's sides, her shorts are gonna fall off."

Officer Dawn said, "You're right. I'd better stop tickling her sides."

As a collective sigh was expelled from the boys in attendance, I was able to relax for a moment. I thought my shorts were safe, but then the policewoman moved her fingertips to my front.

Officer Dawn looked at Joyce and said, "You told me to stop tickling her sides, but you didn't say anything about tickling her tummy!"

Joyce chuckled and the boys perked up as Officer Dawn began dragging her fingernails across my abdomen, which caused my hips to jerk wildly. My heart sank when my shorts slipped to my upper thighs because I knew my hairy triangle was now completely exposed and everyone took notice of my predicament. Then the policewoman stopped tickling me momentarily and I thought she was going to pull my shorts up for me. Unfortunately, all she did was gently drag her fingertip up and down my sensitive butt crack to point out how much of my bare butt was showing.

Suddenly the door opened and a guy walked in followed by a girl. I didn't recognize the guy, but I was quite familiar with the girl. It was Tina, one of the Tiffany cheerleader clones! I was overcome with fear because she loved to bully me and the thought of Tina seeing me this way increased my level of *********** a thousand percent. When Tina spotted me, she grinned from ear to ear and I was now certain that I would never live this experience down.

The guy said to one of the boys from my high school, "Hey man, I got your text so I rushed over to see if it was true."

The boy excitedly said, "It's true all right!"

Then Tina interrupted, "Be quiet you guys. Amy's about to lose her pants!"

As everyone watched, Officer Dawn moved her fingers to my mid-section. She alternated between my sides, my tummy and my belly-button causing my body to twitch and squirm from her relentless *************. As I jostled my hips around, I could feel my shorts slipping further and further down my legs, but I was powerless to stop them.

When my shorts reached my knees, I tried to spread my legs in an effort to keep them from falling all the way off. Unfortunately, all I did was provide the boys with a better view of my pussy. My awkward position even gave the boys a glimpse of my pretty pink pussy lips. Eventually the policewoman stopped tickling me, but when she did, I relaxed my legs and my shorts dropped to the floor.

With my shorts down around my ankles, Tina ran forward and Officer Dawn made no attempt to stop her as she ran off with my shorts. I was now bottomless in a Gas Station Convenience Store with four boys gawking at me. I felt angry, scared, embarrassed and humiliated, and worst of all my ordeal was not over yet.

The policewoman stood behind me and began moving her fingers up my back. When she reached my tank top, she merely continued moving her fingers up and dragged my top up with her fingers. This was very disturbing because dragging the back of my shirt up ****** the front of my top up, too. I could feel the front of my shirt slowly rising up over my breasts and when I felt the hem of the cut-off tank top dangling over my erect nipples, I knew that I was in danger of losing my last article of clothing.

I panicked and begged, "Please don't pull my top up any further. My boobies are about to pop out and the boys will see them."

The policewoman smirked and said, "Sorry, I have to check for concealed weapons."

I screeched, "Concealed weapons? The only thing under my top are my..."

Then one of the boys called out, "Tits! I can see her bare titties," as the front of my shirt slid all the way up over my breasts.

My bare boobs were hanging out and the cop made no effort to hide them from the boys' view.

With all the boys staring at me, I became angry and yelled, "Why don't you just get a pair of scissors and finish the shirt off!"

Officer Dawn said, "If that's what you want."

I shrieked, "No...please don't cut my shirt off! I was being sarcastic," but it was too late because Tina called out, "I'll get the scissor!"

Tina grabbed a pair of scissors off the counter and ran forward. I tried to dodge Tina, but the cop held me in place. I cringed as Tina snipped up one side and down the other. Soon there was nothing left of my tank top except little scraps of material on the floor. I was now completely naked in public.

Adding to my ***********, the cute boy came up to gather all the scraps of material from the floor. When he bent over, his face was only inches away from my pussy hair. I turned crimson red from embarrassment because Officer Dawn allowed Ron to spend an extremely long time looking between my legs. I was mortified because he saw everything! Finally Ron left to throw the remains of my shirt into the trashcan and I stood there bare assed naked waiting to see what was going to happen next.

Joyce asked, "Dawn, are you finished with your search?"

Officer Dawn said, "Just one more cavity search to perform."

I shrieked, "Please tell me you're not going to check my you-know-what."

Officer Dawn interrupted and said, "Yes...I'm going to check your you-know-what, and by you-know-what I mean pussy...a common hiding place for ***** or contraband."

As if I wasn't humiliated enough, the policewoman had to make a spectacle out of me. She began by slowly combing her fingertips through my light brown bush before moving a finger down between my legs. I was completely embarrassed, yet unexplainably aroused. My nipples poked out proudly and with my wrists handcuffed behind my back, there was no way for me to hide my titties from the boys.

Then Officer Dawn gently split my pink pussy lips with her finger and started moving it back and forth over my moist slit. When her fingertip made contact with my little clitty, I nearly jumped out of my skin. This woman knew exactly what she was doing to me and it didn't look like she was going to stop any time soon.

Officer Dawn said, "I'm ready to perform the cavity search."

Joyce asked, "Wouldn't it be easier if you got her a little wet first?'

Officer Dawn replied, "Oh I think she's wet enough already," which made the boys smile.

Officer Dawn pushed a finger deep inside of my tight young pussy as the boys watched. The officer worked her finger in and out, in and out, and then she paused and began making little circles with her finger deep inside of me.

I pleaded, "Please stop. Please don't do this in front of the boys," but Officer Dawn said, "You're wet. Don't try to pretend as if you don't like it."

I was mortified! The policewoman continued pushing her finger in and out of my pussy. I tried not to get excited, but it was hard to resist her gentle touch. She knew exactly how to tease my pleasure zone and the tension in the room intensified when I began moaning uncontrollably.

As the policewoman worked her finger in and out of my pussy over and over again, I started to feel something building inside me. I kept telling myself not to get excited because there were boys watching me...looking at my bare body...studying my perky breasts...gazing at my puffy pink nipples...examining my light brown bush, but for some unknown reason, knowing the boys were watching me only added to my excitement. It simply made the feeling inside me more intense and caused it to build even faster.

Suddenly my legs quivered and Officer Dawn was afraid I'd fall off the step-stool. She told me to lie down on the floor and spread my legs. Sure I was humiliated. There were boys staring at my bare beaver! However, I was in desperate need of an orgasm so I complied with the officer's request. Then Officer Dawn kneeled down beside me and continued her assault on my pretty pink pussy.

Officer Dawn gently teased one of my nipples as she massaged my pleasure place. Occasionally she would remove her finger and softly manipulate my little clitty, but she would quickly return to my tight wet pussy and push her finger deep inside of me. Soon I reached the point of no return and my body tensed up all over.

I started gasping, "Oh...oh please don't stop. It feels so good. I'm...I'm cumming, I'm cumming! Mmm, I'm cumming," and then my body went limp.

Soon I could no longer withstand the touch of the policewoman's finger between my legs, so I begged her to stop. For once, Officer Dawn granted my request. She stood up leaving me lying there stark naked with everyone gazing down at me. As I looked up at the boys, I could see a bulge in each of their pants so it was obvious that they enjoyed my performance.

Officer Dawn announced, "I've completed the search. I'm convinced she's not hiding anything down there."

Then Officer Dawn helped me up to my feet and said, "Come on, its time to go downtown to the station."

I shrieked, "Downtown? Haven't I been punished enough?"

Officer Dawn replied, "Sorry, its policy."

As the policewoman started to escort me towards the door, I panicked and asked, "Wait, I'm naked! What about my clothes?"

Officer Dawn asked, "Where's her top?"

Joyce answered, "Destroyed."

Then Officer Dawn asked, "What about the shorts?"

Tina giggled, pretended to look around, and then replied, "Sorry, we must have misplaced them."

Officer Dawn said, "Well, I guess you're leaving naked," and then she escorted me out the door.

Everyone followed me into the parking lot, giving them an unobstructed view of my bare ass. When the cop was about to open the door to her unmarked police car, Doctor Hefferton finally appeared.

The doctor asked, "Dawn, what's going on?"

Officer Dawn replied by slowly telling the entire story from beginning to end while I stood there naked in public with my wrists handcuffed behind my back. Officer Dawn and Doctor Hefferton kept talking as if I wasn't even there, but everyone else was well aware of my presence as they had a clear view of my breasts, bush and butt.

I interrupted, "Hello...naked girl here! Could you please open the door?"

Doctor Hefferton said, "Hang on, Amy. I'm trying to get you released."

I said, "Can you make it quick?"

I was ****** to remain standing there naked in the parking lot of the gas station while the doctor continued discussing the situation with the policewoman. Unfortunately, there were some men at the gas pumps and they were staring right at me. There were also people driving down the street that were getting a glimpse of me in the nude, too.

Eventually Doctor Hefferton offered money to Joyce and Officer Dawn, and they agreed to set me free although my humiliating experience was not over yet. Doctor Hefferton's car was clear across the parking lot, right next to the street. I had to walk all the way across the lot naked. I tried to walk with an arm across my chest and a hand between my legs, but I was still a sight to behold. Besides, my bare butt was fully exposed to everyone.

When we got to the car, Doctor Hefferton prolonged my nudity by fumbling with his keys. This aggravated me because my ****** was in the car, but she made no effort to unlock the doors. Once we finally entered the car, Doctor Hefferton headed for our trailer home, but I was ****** to ride with an arm across my bare breasts and a hand covering my pussy. People in other cars pointed and stared at me, but the doctor didn't care. He took his time, allowing as many people as he could to see the naked girl in the back seat.

As we rode home, I suddenly recalled that Doctor Hefferton addressed Officer Dawn by her first name when he initially arrived on the scene. It was as if he already knew her. I also wondered why Officer Dawn's police car was a Toyota. It became apparent that Dawn wasn't a police officer at all. My naked misadventure was all pre-arranged by Doctor Hefferton.

I was fuming the rest of the way home. Later that evening, I tried to reason with my ******, but she was convinced that Doctor Hefferton was a legitimate psychologist. I told her that there was no way I could ever endure another naked-in-public experience, but my mom said my reaction is a common response to the situation. My mom said that Doctor Hefferton told her to expect it. My ****** informed me that I'd have to continue with the therapy until I felt comfortable exposing myself in public. Upon hearing that, I went into my bedroom and sulked. My fate was sealed and I was dreading the next phase of my therapy!

It was well past noon and I was still lying in bed with my T-shirt up above my breasts and my panties down around my ankles. After my mom caught me furiously pumping my finger in and out of my tight young pussy, I was too embarrassed to get up and face her. Then I heard the front door open and close. Assuming that my ****** left our mobile home to run an errand, I finally dragged myself out of bed.

I kicked off my panties and pulled my short T-shirt down. When I looked in the mirror, I saw that half of my light brown pussy hair was showing in front and I could feel that half of my smooth firm butt was hanging out in back. I could also see my pert pink nipples poking out in front of the pale blue T-shirt, but I was home alone so I really didn't care.

I headed for the kitchen to make myself something to eat, but when I passed by the living room window, I saw a disturbing sight. My mom didn't actually go anywhere. She merely ventured out to retrieve the mail. The disturbing part was that my mom was still wearing her nightgown and she wasn't wearing anything underneath it!

Even though the nightgown went down to her knees, it was still very revealing because it was made of a pink see-through material. It also had spaghetti straps and a deep V-neck that showed plenty of cleavage. My ******'s round rosy nipples were visible through the thin fabric and her light brown bush was prominently displayed through the veil thin material below.

As I watched my ****** prancing around half naked in broad daylight, I asked myself, "Why is she checking the mail? There's no mail on Sunday!"

Then I saw Mr. Grover approaching from across the street and I wanted to yell out, "Quick mom, turn around. Mr. Grover is coming and he'll see you in your nightgown."

Unfortunately, Mr. Grover said hello to my ****** before could I even open the door. At first I thought my mom was embarrassed, but as it turned out my exhibitionist ****** didn't seem to care at all. She apologized to Mr. Grover for the way she was dressed, but her nervous smile didn't fool me.

While my mom apologized to Mr. Grover, she emphasized what she was apologizing for. She pointed out how her nipples showed through the top of her flimsy nightgown and she drew attention to the way her hairy triangle was visible beneath the sheer material. My mom even demonstrated how easily the spaghetti straps can fall down, and then she bent over and shook her top, nearly exposing her bare breasts to the man in the process.

I was certain that my ****** was actually enjoying the way Mr. Grover was shamelessly gawking at her. While Mr. Grover sipped from his can of beer and exchanged small talk with my mom, he frequently glanced down at my mom's full firm breasts and neatly trimmed bush, which were easy see as the sunlight shined through my ******'s practically transparent gown.

Due to an unexpected teenaged pregnancy, my mom is very young for having an eighteen year old ********. I've always felt that my ****** is beautiful and she has a great body. Many people have even commented that my thirty-four year old mom actually looks more like a sister to me than a ******. I guess that's why she loves to flaunt it.

When Mrs. Grover saw her husband talking to my ******, she came out to join them by the mailbox. Mrs. Grover was carrying a couple of beers and she was wearing a short white T-shirt with "Bad Girl" written across the front of it. From the way her medium-sized breasts bounced around as she crossed the street, it was obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra. Mrs. Grover handed my ****** a beer so it appeared that they were going to stand outside and party for a while.

Mr. Grover is in his mid-forties, but his wife, Gloria, is only thirty years old. She's a hair stylist and they've only been married for a few months. I didn't know much about her, but I quickly discovered that the stunning brunette shared my mom's zest for exhibitionism.

It was obvious that Mrs. Grover wanted to compete with my ****** for Mr. Grover's attention because Mrs. Grover's small T-shirt stopped right at the bottom of her pleasure place. I was curious as to whether or not she was wearing anything underneath it. I figured the shirt was riding too high on her thighs for shorts, so the question was whether she was wearing panties or going commando in public.

Soon a car went by and blew Mrs. Grover's short T-shirt up, exposing a pair of black G-string style panties to the occupant of the car. I would have expected Mrs. Grover to feel embarrassed and quickly push her T-shirt down. However, when the driver beeped his horn, both Mrs. Grover and my ****** shamelessly waved to the man.

First I looked at Mrs. Grover, who was standing outside ******** a beer and clad in only a small white T-shirt with a black G-string. Then I looked at my ******, who was also ******** a beer, and she was dressed in a see-through nightgown with nothing on underneath it. Since I have such a fear of showing my body in public, it was hard for me to watch the two women standing on the side of the street wearing practically nothing at all.

Watching the two women became simply unbearable when I saw Mrs. Grover lift her T-shirt and begin talking about how tiny her panties were. It appeared that Mrs. Grover was explaining to my ****** how she had to trim her pussy hair very short in order to wear the skimpy G-string. Then, to emphasize her point, Mrs. Grover boldly pulled her panties all the way down to her knees. She wanted to show my mom how she had just finished shaving her pussy so nice and clean. Mrs. Grover even asked my ****** to feel how smooth it was.

When my mom accepted and reached down to put her hand between Mrs. Grover's legs, I said to myself, "That's all I can take. These women give trailer park girls a bad name!"

I went into the kitchen and ate a bowl of cereal. When I was finished, I put my bowl in the dishwasher and headed for my bedroom to get dressed. Then I heard a car door slam and I couldn't help peeking outside to see what was going on. When I cracked open the front door, I saw Doctor Hefferton's car in the driveway. What I didn't see was my mom right there on the doorstep. She quickly grabbed my wrists and pulled me outside.

My mom excitedly said, "We're going over to the Grover's house right now. Gloria is going to style her sister's hair, so she offered to cut and style our hair, too...for free!"

As the door to our trailer closed behind me, I yelped, "I can't go over there. I don't have any pants on. I don't even have any panties on!"

My mom responded, "That's okay. It's just Mr. Grover and Doctor Hefferton, and they've already seen you naked."

As my mom dragged me into the street, I attempted to explain that displaying my body to the men was not okay with me. Unfortunately, I couldn't put up much of a fight because I was too busy trying to pull my shirt down and cover my pussy. Then I spied those neighborhood boys riding their bikes down the street. I figured it was better to be half naked in Mrs. Grover's trailer than to be half naked in front of the boys. We hurried into the Grover's mobile home, but I soon learned that when I'm in public with Doctor Hefferton, hiding my nude body is not an option!

Amy and the Doctor - Part 11 by Mindy Sparks

When my ****** and I arrived at the Grover's mobile home, Mrs. Grover graciously greeted us at the door and ushered us into the kitchen. Mr. Grover and Doctor Hefferton were seated at the kitchen table and as I entered the room, their eyes became glued to my short T-shirt. Since I was naked underneath the shirt, I held it down in an attempt to hide my light brown bush from the men. I took a seat at the table with the men, but my hands were in my lap as I continued tugging on my short T-shirt.

Doctor Hefferton pointed to my hands and asked, "What are you trying to hide down there, Amy?"

I began to blush and Mr. Grover added, "You don't have to be embarrassed around us. After all, we've already seen you naked."

That statement made my face turn crimson red, but I was really mortified when Mrs. Grover said, "I heard you had quite a day yesterday. You were naked in a convenience store and naked in a crowded parking lot. Then you went for a nude car ride and ended up in front of your own trailer without any clothes on. That would have been too much nudity for me...and I'm a girl that likes showing off! Since you're terrified of being naked in public, it must have been pretty horrific for you."

I said, "It was extremely horrific!"

Doctor Hefferton commented, "And I heard you had another one of your naked-in-pubic nightmares, too."

I started to say, "Yeah...no thanks to you," but my mom jumped in and said, "Yes she did and this time she ended up masturbating until she gave herself an orgasm. It was so cute watching Amy push her finger in and out of her little pussy. Her T-shirt was up over her breasts and her panties were down around her ankles, and she was just going to town on that little beaver of hers. Amy was even pulling on her nipples while she masturbated."

Mrs. Grover said, "Oh Amy, it sounds like you were just adorable! I wish I could have been there to see it."

The expressions on the men's faces showed that they wished they could have seen it, too, which really embarrassed me.

Feeling humiliated, I covered my face and mumbled, "Can't I have any secrets?"

Mr. Grover laughed and answered, "Not when you're naked in public!"

Sensing my discomfort, Mrs. Grover diverted, "Well, enough about Amy. We should get started on your hair, Debra."

My mom said, "Okay," and then she stepped in front of the kitchen sink.

Mrs. Grover asked, "Do you need another beer Doctor Hefferton?"

Doctor Hefferton replied, "Yes I could use one, and please call me Bob."

Mrs. Grover opened the refrigerator and bent over to grab a beer from the bottom shelf. When she bent over, her short T-shirt rode up and the men could see that fabulous toned ass of hers. Mrs. Grover was still wearing her G-string, but the string got swallowed up inside her butt crack so it appeared as if she wasn't wearing any panties at all. I couldn't believe that Mrs. Grover had just met Doctor Hefferton a few minutes ago and she was already displaying her nearly naked ass to him!

My mom was leaning over the kitchen sink and Mrs. Grover bent over to wash my mom's hair. It was easy to see my mom's bare butt through the super sheer material of her nightgown, and once again Mrs. Grover's nearly naked ass was showing, too. Everyone appeared to loosen up as the beer continued to flow and Doctor Hefferton began comparing the women's butts.

That prompted Mr. Grover to declare, "My wife has the best butt in the trailer park," and then he hooked his finger around his wife's G-string and pulled it down.

Mrs. Grover yelled, "Dennis! Stop that," and then she bent down to pull her panties up.

She bent over with her legs straight and pointed her bare ass right at the men, which they thoroughly enjoyed. Then she pulled the G-string up and went back to washing my mom's hair. As Mrs. Grover bent over the sink, Doctor Hefferton motioned for Mr. Grover to pull the G-string down again. He obliged, but this time Mrs. Grover didn't pull her panties back up.

Mrs. Grover simply scooped the tiny G-string up with her toe and said, "If you want my G-string so bad, then you can have it," and then she kicked the G-string in Doctor Hefferton's direction.

The men laughed as Mrs. Grover returned to the sink. Then she bent over to rinse my ******** hair, but when her short T-shirt rode up this time, her totally bare butt was put on view for the men to enjoy. Mr. Grover appeared proud of his wife's fine ass while Doctor Hefferton carefully studied every inch of it. Then Mrs. Grover finished washing my mom's hair and the two women stepped over to a tall bar stool positioned next to the kitchen table.

As my mom stood in front of the bar stool, the sunlight from the window shined right through her see-through nightgown. The veil-thin material of the gown practically provided the men with an unobstructed view of my mom's full firm breasts and neatly-trimmed bush. It was obvious that the men were gawking at my mom's state of undress, but she just stood there and boldly let them look.

Mrs. Grover spread her hair tools out across the kitchen table, and then my mom finally took a seat on the tall bar stool. When Mrs. Grover reached up to begin trimming my ******** hair, her short T-shirt rode up with her arms. The men, especially Doctor Hefferton, were on the edge of their seats anticipating the moment when Mrs. Grover would have to reach all the way up, ******* her to expose her pussy to the men.

Little by little Mrs. Grover's hands climbed upward as she snipped my ******** hair. The hem of her short T-shirt slowly followed as it rose up higher and higher in front of her. Mrs. Grover was well aware of what was about to happen and she couldn't help smiling about it. Then Mrs. Grover finally reached all the way up to cut the top of my ******** hair causing her T-shirt to lift up above her pussy.

Doctor Hefferton gasped when he saw Mrs. Grover's pretty pussy. I guess he didn't expect to see such a smooth clean-shaven pussy. Doctor Hefferton almost looked shocked by the sight of her bald beaver. Mrs. Grover chuckled when she saw Doctor Hefferton's eyes popping out of his head and it distracted her so much that she dropped her comb.

Before Mrs. Grover bent over to retrieve the comb, she made sure her legs were slightly spread apart. Then she slowly bent over with her legs straight. Mrs. Grover had to bend over so far that her pretty pink pussy lips were visible from behind. Mrs. Grover remained in that position for a while, giving the men a nice long look at her bare ass and silky smooth snatch. Then she stood up and looked over her shoulder. Mrs. Grover flashed a big smile at the men before moving next to my mom and finishing her hair.

As my mom stood up to leave the chair, the front door opened and Mrs. Grover's sister entered. Unfortunately for me, her sister was followed by her husband and ***.

I muttered, "Oh great...there's more men here to look at me."

Doctor Hefferton leaned over and said, "You should embrace this moment. It's good therapy for you."

I wanted to tell Doctor Hefferton where he could shove his therapy, but I bit my tongue and concentrated on holding my short T-shirt down to protect my bare pussy.

Mrs. Grover introduced the new arrivals as Bill and Linda Parker, and their son's name was Brian. My mom reached out and shook the man's hand, as if it was no big deal to meet someone for the first time while wearing a see-through nightgown. My mom shook the man's hand so hard that the spaghetti strap on her nightgown slid down her arm and one of her boobs popped out right in front of them. My mom even acted as if she didn't realize her boob was exposed as she continued shaking the man's hand, causing her firm breast to bounce in the process.

Mrs. Grover finally said, "Debra, your tit's showing," and then she reached out and pushed my mom's strap back up.

My mom faked embarrassment, but I knew for a fact that she was just showing off for the handsome man. Mr. Parker acted mature as he only glanced casually at my mom's figure, but Brian outright gawked at my mom's nearly naked body. The boy couldn't take his eyes off my mom as he stared intensely at her titties, hoping they would fall out of her flimsy top again.

Mrs. Parker finally slapped Brian on the side of the head and said, "It's not polite to stare, Brian!"

As Brian turned away in shame, my mom said, "I'm so sorry, Linda. If I'd have known you were bringing your ***, I would have worn something more appropriate. Maybe I should put something else on."

Mrs. Parker replied, "No, that's okay. I just don't understand why eighteen year old boys are so obsessed with naked women."

Mr. Grover laughed and said, "Yeah...eighteen year old boys are the only ones obsessed with naked women," and then the rest of the men laughed, too.

As Mr. Parker sat down in the last available kitchen chair, my mom said, "Brian, I have an eighteen year old *********" and then she turned to me and said, "Amy, come over here and meet Brian."

I shrieked, "Come over there! Mom, you know I don't have any pants on!"

Brian excitedly said, "She doesn't have any pants on?"

My mom smiled and replied, "No, and she doesn't have any panties on either. In fact she's not wearing anything under the little T-shirt she has on so try not to stare at her. She gets embarrassed easily."

Brian's could barely contain himself as he said, "Wow...she's naked under her T-shirt! I mean...um, no, I won't stare, I promise."

Then my mom demanded, "Come on Amy. We're waiting."

I asked, "Do I have to?"

Mrs. Parker said, "There's no point in humiliating the young girl," but my mom countered, "She's not going to be rude and defy me like this. I'll drag her over here if I have to."

When it appeared that my mom was becoming angry with me, I gave in and went over to meet Brian. I nervously stood up and carefully held the front of my shirt down with my left hand while I shook the boys hand with my right. I could feel the cool breeze against my bare butt and I blushed because the men seated behind me had a clear view of my bare ass.

Mrs. Parker said, "Well look at her. She's cute, isn't she Brian?"

Brian mumbled, "Very cute," but I don't think he even looked at my face.

Then I heard Mr. Parker say, "Like ******, like *********" in reference to my bare behind.

It really embarrassed me so I quickly sat back down in my chair.

Mrs. Parker told Brian, "I know how you hate watching women get their hair done, so you can sit in the living room and watch TV."

Brian replied, "No, that's okay. I don't mind waiting in the kitchen."

Mrs. Parker joked, "You don't mind waiting in the kitchen because Amy's in there, right?"

Brian didn't respond to his ******. He just smiled at me, which made my face turn an even darker shade of red.

My mom looked around the kitchen and said, "There's no chairs left."

Doctor Hefferton said, "That's okay. You can sit right here," and then he pulled my partially dressed mom down on his lap.

Then my mom asked, "But where will Brian sit?"

Brian replied, "Don't worry about me. I'll sit right here on the floor."

Brian knew exactly what he was doing when he took a seat on the floor next to me. The adults in the room were well aware the boy's intentions, too. They could see that Brian had positioned himself perfectly so that he was eye-level to my pussy. It made me feel uncomfortable because I had to be very careful about keeping my pussy hair covered. Doctor Hefferton and my mom sensed my discomfort with the situation, but all they did was smile at me as they opened a couple cans of beer.

Luckily, Mrs. Parker wanted to be the next girl to get her hair done, but I got really nervous when I thought about how I would have to stand up in front of Brian. He was sitting on the floor and he knew that I didn't have anything on underneath my super short T-shirt. Brian was tall and cute, and he was obviously an athlete because of his muscular build. However, that didn't mean I wanted to jump up and flash my naked body at him.

Brian knew that he would be able to see everything I had to offer when I stood up and he couldn't wait for that moment to arrive. Since I was bottomless, there was no way I would be able to hide my butt and bush from the boy, and he kept smiling in my direction to let me know that he was paying close attention to my predicament. I nervously smiled back at Brian, which seemed to excite him even more. The tension between us was growing stronger by the minute because we both knew that I was going to be ****** to flash my naked body for him very soon!

Mrs. Parker stepped up to the sink and asked, "Gloria, do you have a smock or something I can put on over my dress?"

Mrs. Grover chuckled and said, "Nope."

Mrs. Parker said, "Well what am I supposed to do? I don't want to mess up my dress."

Mrs. Grover said, "I guess you'll just have to take it off," and then she proceeded to unzip Mrs. Parker's short sundress as the men cheered.

Mrs. Parker put her hands over her breasts to keep her dress from falling off and then she said to the men, "I'm not stripping for you perverts...and hell, I just met Bob. Sure, if I had a body like Gloria's I'd consider it, but not with my body!"

Mrs. Parker was about ten years older than her sister, but she shared the same good looks. She was a little heavier than Mrs. Grover, but the weight was all in her boobs and butt. Mrs. Parker was actually very attractive so I don't know why she felt ashamed of her figure.

Mr. Parker said to his wife, "Just do it, Linda. We need a thrill."

Mrs. Parker reluctantly said, "Oh alright," and then she removed her hands from her breasts.

Mrs. Grover proceeded to push Mrs. Parker's dress off and it fell to the floor. As Mrs. Grover picked up the dress and set it on the kitchen counter, her sister simply stood there in her underwear. Mrs. Parker had on a normal bra to harness her big boobs, but her panties were practically transparent. Her dark bush was clearly visible under the thin white material.

Mrs. Parker got embarrassed when she saw all of the men staring at her so she turned around. Her panties were also transparent from behind and the men could see her slightly large, but very shapely ass right through the sheer fabric. There was even a little bit of Mrs. Parker's butt crack hanging out above the waistband of her underwear and the men were quick to point that out.

Acting mischievously, Mrs. Grover turned her sister around to face the men. Then she hooked her finger inside of Mrs. Parker's panties and stretched them out so that everyone could see her pussy hair. Mrs. Parker had a nice lush patch of dark hair between her legs and Mrs. Grover made sure that everyone got a good look at it.

Mrs. Grover raked her long red fingernails through her sister's pussy hair and said, "Look at that bush. Why don't you trim that forest?"

Mrs. Parker countered, "Like you're perfectly trimmed down there," and then she lifted up the front of Mrs. Grover's short T-shirt.

Mrs. Parker looked shocked to discover that not only was Mrs. Grover trimmed down there, her sister was actually clean shaven between her legs. Then Mrs. Grover grabbed her sister's hand and ****** it down between her legs.

Mrs. Grover said, "Smooth, huh?"

Mrs. Parker said, "Yep," and then she pulled her hand away.

Mr. Parker called out, "My turn to touch it," but Mrs. Parker glared at him so he quickly shut up.

Then Mrs. Parker turned to Brian and said, "Don't let me catch you looking under Aunt Gloria's shirt!"

Mrs. Grover, who obviously had a little too much to *****, threw a leg up on the tall barstool and said, "Yeah, Brian. Don't let me catch you looking under my shirt."

Brian couldn't help looking up at his aunt. From his position on the floor, he had a clear view of her bald beaver. He could easily see his Aunt Gloria's butt crack and pretty pink pussy lips, and she just stood there letting him look. In fact, she was practically pushing her smooth snatch right into the boy's face. The men were equally as attentive to Mrs. Grover's display, especially Mr. Parker, who seemed thrilled to get a look at his sister-in-law's pussy.

Doctor Hefferton said to Mr. Parker, "Your son's getting quite an education today."

Mr. Parker replied, "Yep, every day's a school day, but I never had a teacher quite like Gloria," and then the men laughed.

Finally, Mrs. Parker said, "That's enough, Gloria. Let's get started on my hair."

When Mrs. Parker bent over the sink, her panties slipped down a little and there was even more of her butt crack showing above the waistband. However, no one was showing more butt crack than Mrs. Grover because she wasn't wearing any panties as all. Since Mrs. Grover had to bend over to wash her sister's hair, practically her entire butt was hanging out from under the short T-shirt for everyone to see. Brian appeared to be studying his Aunt Gloria's bare butt closely, which made me happy because it took his focus off of me.

While Mrs. Grover washed her sister's hair, she looked down and saw how Mrs. Parker's butt crack was hanging out. Mrs. Grover decided to have a little fun and figured she'd push her sister's panties down in front of the men. Mrs. Grover placed her finger at the top of Mrs. Parker's butt and gently slid her finger down her sister's butt crack, dragging her sister's panties down with her finger.

When more than two-thirds of Mrs. Parker's bare butt was showing, she called out, "Gloria, stop it!"

Mrs. Grover removed her finger, but neither Mrs. Grover nor Mrs. Parker bothered to pull the panties back up. Mrs. Parker remained bent over at the sink with most of her bare ass on display for everyone to see. Mrs. Grover bent over to finish washing her sister's hair, putting plenty of flesh on display for the men to enjoy.

Mrs. Parker finally pulled her panties up before she sat down on the bar stool. Once again the men were excited to watch Mrs. Grover's short T-shirt rise up in front, putting her pussy on view. Everyone had their eyes focused between Mrs. Grover's legs, including Brian and my mom.

Suddenly I remembered Doctor Hefferton discussing the possibility of my ****** having a lesbian affair while the doctor watched. When I saw the way my mom was smiling at the sight of Mrs. Grover's pussy, I got an instinct that my mom had found her partner. Then Mrs. Grover noticed how my mom was gazing at her pussy, so Mrs. Grover flashed a big smile at my mom. Now I was certain that the two women were going to hook up. However, I was pretty sure that it wasn't going to happen today. I figured they would wait for a more private and intimate setting.

Mrs. Grover finally finished with her sister's hair, so Mrs. Parker stood up and reached for her dress.

However, Mrs. Grover quickly snatched the dress away from her sister and said, "Sorry sis, only naked women are allowed in my house today!"

Mrs. Parker didn't even put up a fight.

She merely said, "Fine...whatever," and then she walked over and stood in front of me.

Mrs. Parker, who was still glad in only her underwear, looked down at me and said, "Your turn, kid," and then she waited for me to stand up so she could sit in my chair.

It was the moment everyone had been waiting for, especially Brian. I was going to have to stand up in front of the boy and I wasn't wearing anything under my short T-shirt. I was about to expose my butt and bush to a boy I'd just met, as well as all the other men in the room. Little did I know that Brian would soon be seeing more than just a quick flash of my pussy hair!

Amy and the Doctor - Part 13 by Mindy Sparks

Suddenly everyone in the room was focused on me. I felt so nervous and helpless as they all waited patiently for me to get up out of my chair. I'm sure the men were looking forward to seeing my young bare body, but then I determined that they were actually more interested in witnessing my reaction to Brian looking up between my legs. I hesitated for a moment, but then I decided that I wasn't going to give them the satisfaction of humiliating me so I boldly stood up without even touching the bottom of my super short T-shirt.

With a big smile on my face, I simply walked directly to the sink and bent over so that Mrs. Grover could wash my hair. I'm sure Brian had a clear view of my butt and bush as I passed by, but I never glanced down to see his reaction. Neither Mrs. Grover nor I had panties on so when we leaned over, everybody had an unobstructed view of our bare asses.

Even though I tried not to show it, I was extremely embarrassed because my T-shirt was so short that my lower back was exposed. Since I could feel the bottom of my shirt resting on my lower back, I knew that every inch of my smooth bare butt was on display for everyone to see. From Brian's position on the floor, I was afraid that he might be able to look between my legs and see my pussy lips from behind, too. Thinking about what I was showing to Brian served to heighten my level of embarrassment.

Mrs. Grover spent twice as long washing my hair as she did with everyone else. It was obvious that she did it on purpose to give everybody a nice long look at my firm little butt. However, I just remained bent over and didn't say a word. I was determined to get through this ordeal without complaining.

Then Mrs. Grover patted me on my bare butt and said, "All done...time to cut your hair," but she didn't take her hand off my butt.

Mrs. Grover let her hand linger over my smooth bare ass. Then she let her finger slowly slide down my sensitive butt crack. As everyone watched, I stayed bent over the sink as Mrs. Grover's finger slid further and further down my butt crack. She didn't even stop when she reached my pussy. Mrs. Grover boldly split my slightly moist pussy lips with her fingertip and ran her finger back and forth a few times. Mrs. Grover was waiting for me to stop her, but I never did.

Then she felt my sweet snatch getting wet from her touch so she giggled and said, "I guess we better get started on your hair...your other hair!"

I climbed up into the chair and pulled my super short T-shirt down. Unfortunately, every time I let go, my T-shirt would rise up and my pussy hair would show.

Mrs. Grover saw me struggling with my T-shirt and said, "Maybe you should take that shirt off so it doesn't get messed up while I cut your hair."

My face lit up because I thought Mrs. Grover was going to give me a bigger shirt to wear. Unfortunately, Mrs. Grover was getting ***** from all the beer she was ******** and her real goal was to get me completely naked. When I lifted my arms and allowed her to pull my shirt off, I quickly put an arm across my chest and a hand between my legs as I waited for the bigger shirt to arrive, but it never did. Mrs. Grover simply reached up and began cutting my hair.

I gulped and asked, "Aren't you going to give me another shirt?"

Mrs. Grover laughed and said, "Of course not. Everyone wants to see those pretty titties of yours," and then she pulled my arm down and squeezed my breasts.

I looked out and everyone was watching Mrs. Grover play with my boobies. They all had big smiles on their faces, especially Brian. When Mrs. Grover bent down and began sucking on my nipples, I became overwhelmed and tears started to roll down my cheeks."

Mrs. Grover looked up and said, "Don't cry, Amy. We're just having a little fun with you."

I said, "But Brian is looking at me."

Mrs. Grover said, "He's looking at me, too."

Then I started crying harder and said, "But I'm the only one that's naked!"

Mrs. Grover quickly stripped off her T-shirt and said, "No you're not. Now I'm naked, too. See? Look at the way my boobies are out there for everyone to see!"

Her boobs were right in my face, so I was almost ****** to take a look at them. Mrs. Grover has nice natural breasts with round rosy nipples and I was very impressed with her rack. I'm sure all the men were impressed, too, but that didn't change the way I felt. I was still self-conscious about the way Brian was staring at my naked body.

I said, "Brian's still looking at me."

Mrs. Grover said, "You want him to look at me? I'll make sure he's looking at me!"

Then Mrs. Grover walked over in front of Brian, who was still seated on the floor, and she started dancing. First she turned so that her back was to the boy. Mrs. Grover bent over, put her hands on her knees and started moving her butt back and forth, which caused her tits to bobble back and forth in front, too.

As Mrs. Grover continued shaking her ass, she looked up and noticed that all the men were watching her breasts bounce around. She decided to turn up the heat so she licked the fingers on each hand and began rubbing her nipples as she danced. Once her nipples were nice and hard, she turned around and put Brian's face right between her breasts. She was bent over with her bare butt pointed up in the air as she continued rubbing her tits against her nephew's face.

She started saying, "You like Aunt Gloria's breasts, don't you? You like it when I push my nipples in your mouth, don't you Brian? None of the girls at school have nice big firm titties like mine, do they Brian? Now do you want to see Aunt Gloria's pussy? I'll bet you do! I'll bet you even want to taste Aunt Gloria's nice sweet pussy lips, don't you Brian? Well, here's your chance!"

Then Mrs. Grover placed her foot up on the counter next to Brian's head. She pushed her clean-shaven pussy into her nephew's face and began gyrating her hips back and forth."

Then Mrs. Grover started moaning, "Use your tongue, Brian. Mmm...that's it, that's the spot. Mmm...feels so good!"

As Mrs. Grover continued pushing her pussy into Brian's face, Mr. Parker turned to his wife and asked, "Do you remember when Gloria used to baby-sit for us?"

Mrs. Parker replied, "I don't even want to think about it!"

Finally, Mrs. Grover looked over at me and saw that I was no longer upset so she stopped dancing. She leaned over and kissed Brian on the head, and then she returned to the tall barstool where I was sitting. The adults in the room, especially the men, were worked up after watching Mrs. Grover dance, but I was actually relaxed.

I was so relaxed from watching Mrs. Grover dance in the nude that I wasn't even trying to hide my girl parts from the crowd any longer. My medium sized, but full firm breasts were completely exposed for everyone to see and my legs were slightly spread apart, too. I wasn't providing a clear beaver shot to the men, but I was sure if they looked hard enough, they'd be able to see my pretty pink pussy lips peeking out from between my legs.

As Mrs. Grover cut my hair, she kept rubbing her bare breasts against me. She pushed them against my back, then she'd brush them up against my face, and she even got in front of me so that our nipples rubbed up against each other. While her breasts were rubbing up against mine, I ************* put my hand on Mrs. Grover's bare ass. I even let my finger move around and I tickled her butt crack. Then I opened my eyes and saw everyone looking at me.

My face turned red and I wanted to crawl in a hole and hide, but Mrs. Grover brushed her hand against my face and said, "It's okay...I liked it," and then she smiled at me.

She eased my tension, which made it easier for me to sit there in the nude until Mrs. Grover was finish cutting my hair.

Then I stood up, but Mrs. Grover said, "Wait a minute. I'm not done yet."

I stop and stood there stark naked in front of all those people as I tried to figure out what she wanted to do to me. I didn't know what to expect, but I started getting nervous because I figured that whatever she planned to do to me was going to be embarrassing and humiliating!

Amy and the Doctor - Part 14 by Mindy Sparks

As I stood there without a stitch of clothing on, Mrs. Grover squatted down in front of me. She took her comb and began combing it through my light brown bush. Mrs. Grover was so gentle as she played with my pussy hair that I got chills up and down my spine. While she combed my pussy hair, she reached around with her other hand and touched my bare butt. When her fingers began tickling my sensitive butt crack, I got embarrassed because my girl juices began to flow and I was afraid Mrs. Grover would notice.

Mrs. Grover said, "I need to give you a trim down here."

Then she continued loudly, "So you won't end up with a forest like my sister!"

Mrs. Parker was sitting right behind Mrs. Grover. First she smirked at the comment, but then Mrs. Parker took the cold beer that she had just gotten out of the refrigerator and rubbed it up and down Mrs. Grover's bare butt crack.

Mrs. Grover retaliated by reaching out and whipping down Mrs. Parker's panties. Then she pulled on a tuft of Mrs. Parker's dark pussy hair.

Mrs. Parker yelled, "Ouch," as Mrs. Grover said, "The truth hurts, doesn't it?"

Mrs. Parker said, "No, your fingers hurt! Now give me back my panties."

Mrs. Grover said, "If you want them, go get them," and then she tossed them into the kitchen sink.

The sink was drenched with water from everyone washing their hair in it, so the panties were now soaked. All Mrs. Parker had on was her bra. Her dark pussy hair was completely exposed for everybody to see, and Doctor Hefferton and Mr. Grover move around in front of her to get a good look. They said that normally Mrs. Parker was self-conscious about exposing herself in public, but after downing a few beers, she was much more relaxed regarding the situation.

With the men positioned right in front of her, she spread her legs wide apart and said, "Knock yourselves out, boys!"

The men continued standing there until Mrs. Grover took that cold can of beer and rubbed it against her sister's pussy lips.

Mrs. Grover stated, "Paybacks are hell, aren't they?"

Mrs. Parker replied, "Actually it felt good. Why don't you do it again?"

Mrs. Grover said, "Sorry sis...I've got a pussy in front of me that deserves attention," and then she took her comb and scissors and began trimming the hair between my legs.

I was standing there facing everyone with Mrs. Grover bent over in front of me. Her bare ass was pointed right at the men and they never seemed to grow tired of looking at it. I blushed when I looked over and saw Brian staring at me, but I really became embarrassed when Mrs. Grover made her next request.

She said, "I've gotten everything I can get in front, but now I need to get between your legs. Here, this will make it easier," and then she lifted my ankle up and placed it on the high barstool.

Brian was sitting below me, so he was now staring right up at my pussy lips. I really tried not to act embarrassed, but this was truly humiliating. A boy I'd just met was looking right up at my pussy! Then Mrs. Grover made it even worse for me.

She touched me between my legs and loudly said, "Wow Amy, you're really wet down here. Am I turning you on that much," as she proceeded to move her finger around between my moist pussy lips.

Then she stopped and said, "It's okay, I can work around it. Now hold still...these scissors are sharp and I don't want to cut anything you might need later!"

Mrs. Grover took her time between my legs. She carefully used her finger to push the hair away from my pussy lips before she began cutting and in the process, she touched my little clitty. It made my body shutter and everybody laughed.

Mrs. Parker sarcastically said, "Gloria, are you going to use those scissors or are you waiting until the poor girl has an orgasm?"

Mrs. Grover stood up, placed the scissors between Mrs. Parker's breasts and said, "I'm going to use the scissors!"

Mrs. Parker begged, "Please don't cut my bra off...I'll be naked! I'm sorry."

Mrs. Grover said, "Too late for apologies, sis," and with the snip of her scissors, the bra cups were cut apart.

Mrs. Parker's big titties tumbled out of the bra and she was now completely naked! Mrs. Parker's face turned red as the men stood up to take a look at her big round boobs. She was embarrassed, but she went ahead and squeezed her arms together emphasizing the cleavage between her massive melons.

While Mrs. Grover attended to Mrs. Parker, my leg was still up on the chair. Everyone was laughing and enjoying Mrs. Parker's predicament except for Brian. His eyes were still focused between my legs. He was staring so intently at my most private place that my face turned crimson red from embarrassment. However, I also found it arousing that the boy was studying my pussy lips and it made my girl juices flow even more.

Finally Mrs. Grover returned between my legs and said, "Oh my gosh, Amy. You're really wet now. I need to clean you up," and then she used a paper towel to dry me off before she finished styling my pussy hair.

When she was done, Mrs. Grover led me to the middle of the room and said, "There, that's what a well-groomed pussy looks like," and then she turned to me and said, "Spread your legs wider so they can see everything."

After all I'd been through this afternoon, spreading my legs a little wider didn't bother me that much. Even when everyone came up and took a good look, I managed to contain my emotions. Mr. Grover even leaned over to get a close up view of my teenaged pussy, but I just let him look.

Then Mr. Grover looked over at my ****** and said, "Debra, do you know that you're the only woman left with clothes on."

My mom said, "Go ahead. Strip me naked!"

My mom raised her arms and Mr. Grover leaned over and grabbed the hem of her nightgown. He slowly lifted the gown until her light brown bush came into view.

Mrs. Grover said, "I'll need to trim that," and everyone laughed.

Mr. Grover continued raising the gown until my mom's breasts were showing. Her nice pink nipples were poking out hard in front of her, so she was obviously excited. Of course, men all had bulges in their pants, too, so they were sharing in my ******'s excitement. Finally Mr. Grover pulled the gown all the way up over my ******'s head, so now every girl in the room was naked.

Doctor Hefferton said, "Picture time!"

Mr. Grover said, "I've got one right here," and then he grabbed his digital camera off the shelf and handed it to Doctor Hefferton.

This made me very uncomfortable because I'd never had my picture taken naked before. However, none of the other women objected so I felt ****** to participate. He pointed the camera at us as we all leaned against the kitchen counter with our arms over each other's shoulders. We were flaunting our breasts and pussies for the camera as Doctor Hefferton snapped away.

Then Mr. Grover took the camera and said, "Butt shots!"

We all turned around and leaned forward so that Mr. Grover could take pictures of our bare asses. Then he asked us to spread our legs further apart. I guess he wanted to be able to get shots of our pussy lips from behind. The girls and I looked over our shoulders and smiled as Mr. Grover took intimate pictures of our backside.

Then my mom and Mrs. Parker figured he had enough pictures of us, but Mrs. Grover agreed to pose for a few more. Mr. Grover snapped off some pictures of Mrs. Grover touching my bare butt crack with her fingertip. Then he took some pictures of Mrs. Grover and I pulling on each other's nipples. The photo shoot ended with Mrs. Grover and I touching each other's pussies.

I rubbed my fingers around on Mrs. Grover's soft smooth snatch and I even ran my finger up and down her bald beaver. It appeared that she was enjoying my gentle touch because she was very wet. Then she figured that since I was openly touching her so intimately, she had the green light to do the same to me.

Mr. Grover must have snapped a hundred pictures of us as Mrs. Grover played with my pussy. She even had me sit up on the kitchen counter and spread my legs. This provided Mr. Grover with an excellent photo opportunity as he took close-ups of my neatly-trimmed bush and pretty pink pussy lips.

For the final photos, Mrs. Grover actually inserted her finger into my young tight pussy. She moved it around inside of me and it felt really good. Then, just as the feeling was beginning to build inside of me, Mrs. Grover pulled her finger out.

She said, "That's enough pictures for today because I'm getting hungry. Let's order some pizza."

Then Mrs. Grover saw the look of disappointment on my face and she whispered, "Don't worry, Amy. I'll finish you off later!"

That made me smile, but then Doctor Hefferton handed me some money and said, "Here Amy. I want you to pay for the pizza when the man comes."

Suddenly I felt self-conscious again as I said, "Answer the door for the pizza man! Have you forgotten that I'm naked?"

Doctor Grover just winked at me and said, "Consider this some more of your therapy."

This naked therapy thing was really getting old, but I guess I was going to have to get used to it because it looked like the doctor planned to keep me naked for a long time!

It had been quite a day for me so far. I didn't get out of bed until noon only to find my ****** and Doctor Hefferton outside ******** beer with our neighbors, Dennis and Gloria Grover. My mom didn't wake up long before I did and she must have ventured outside as soon as she woke up because she was still dressed in her nightgown.

My ****** was wearing a see-through nightgown with spaghetti straps and a plunging neckline. The gown went all the way down to her knees, but the veil-thin material didn't hide anything. Her pink nipples, firm butt and hairy triangle were easy to see, especially when sunlight shined through the gauzy material.

Mrs. Grover wasn't dressed much better. She was wearing a white cotton T-shirt with "Bad Girl" written across the front of it. The shirt stopped right at her crotch so I didn't know what she had on under it. Then a car went by and blew her short T-shirt up revealing a tiny black G-string underneath.

When I saw the two scantly clad women out in front of our mobile home ******** beer and revealing their bodies to the neighborhood, I thought to myself, "They give trailer park girls a bad name!"

Moments later I was ****** to join them. Without warning, my mom dragged me over to the Grover's trailer because Mrs. Grover is a hair stylist and agreed to cut our hair for free. Unfortunately, all I was wearing at the time was a super short T-shirt. My pert nipples were poking out in front of my pale blue shirt while my bare butt and pussy hair hung out below.

It was a strange turn of events. One minute I was inside our trailer condemning my ****** and our neighbor for being outside while wearing next to nothing. The next minute I was outside with them and I was wearing less than they were. I was really embarrassed because Mr. Grover and Doctor Hefferton were blatantly trying to get a peek up my T-shirt and I was naked underneath it! The two men are in their forties and I'm only eighteen years old, so I felt very self-conscious as I struggled to hide my bare ass and light brown bush from the men.

Hiding my body from them was no easy task. When I pulled my short T-shirt down in front to hide my pussy hair from the men, my shirt would ride up in back, putting my smooth firm butt on display for the men to look at. When I pulled the T-shirt down in back to cover my bare ass, the shirt would rise up in front, exposing my hairy triangle to Mr. Grover and Doctor Hefferton.

My *********** didn't end there. A short time later Mrs. Grover's sister showed up to get her hair done, too. Much to my dismay, she was accompanied by her husband and her eighteen year old ***. Now there were four men trying to get a look at my bare body!

I'm terrified of being seen in public without my clothes on, so much so that I have nightmares about it. That's why Doctor Hefferton keeps hanging around. He convinced my ****** that if I expose myself in public, it will cure me of these nightmares. However, I think it's just a ploy for him to see me naked. In fact, I don't even believe he's a real doctor. Unfortunately, my ****** is ******** with the man so she ****** me to follow all of his instructions without question. That's why I keep ending up naked in public and today was no different.

As the afternoon wore on, my ******, Mrs. Grover and her sister, Linda Parker, downed several beers. With each beer, the women became a little less inhibited and soon their clothing began to fall. I'm too young to ***** ******* so I was very uptight about losing my clothes, yet I was still expected to strip with the rest of the women. Before long I was naked and the men took full advantage of the situation.

Mrs. Parker is thirty-nine, my mom is thirty-four and Mrs. Grover is thirty, and all of the women are attractive. Mrs. Grover and my mom have great bodies while Mrs. Parker is slightly overweight. However, the weight is all in Mrs. Parker's big boobs and round shapely butt, so she is a pleasure to look at.

The men were very lucky to have such a good looking group of women disrobe in front of them. However, my tight eighteen year old body seemed to be the focal point of the men. I was very self-conscious about allowing the men to stare at me in the nude and the situation kept getting worse.

After we finished getting our hair done, the inebriated women and I were asked to pose for group pictures. The women appeared to enjoy flaunting their naked bodies in front of the men, but I felt totally humiliated. Somehow I was duped into posing for individual pictures, which were very up-close and personal. When the photo session finally ended, everyone was hungry so we ordered pizzas.

Then Doctor Hefferton handed me money and said, "Here...go wait for the pizza man."

I shrieked, "Wait for the pizza man? You've got to be kidding. I'm stark naked! How will I be able to answer the door?"

My mom commanded, "Don't argue young lady. Do what the doctor asks!"

Brian, who is Mrs. Parker's eighteen year old ***, stepped up and said, "I can answer the door for her."

Brian's mom, who was stark naked herself, stepped in front of the boy and said, "Don't interfere. They have a reason for making her answer the door."

Brian countered, "But she doesn't have any clothes on."

Mrs. Parker said, "We're all aware of that. We know you're aware of that, too. You've been carefully studying her bare body all afternoon. You must have her pussy lips memorized by now!"

Brian was speechless as his face turned red, and then he turned to me and stammered, "I'm sorry...I didn't mean to look...I mean..."

I innocently smiled at him and said, "It's okay, I'll answer the door. Thanks for trying to come to my rescue," and then I reluctantly went into the living room and took a seat on the couch.

Brian followed me into the living room and took a seat on the couch next to me. I'd never been on a date before and Brian wasn't much of a talker so it was very awkward as we sat there in silence. I was mortified and I didn't know how to act, and neither did Brian.

Brian tried not to outright stare at me, but who could blame him? I'm a cute teenaged girl and I was totally nude right beside him. My perky breasts, pretty pink nipples and neatly trimmed hairy triangle were completely exposed for his viewing pleasure and there was no way for me to stop him from taking it all in.

As I nervously played with the money, I accidentally dropped a quarter. It landed on the couch and rolled right under my pussy. I looked around on the floor in front of me because I didn't see where it landed, but I couldn't find it.

Brian noticed that I couldn't find the quarter and said, "I saw where it went. Let me get it for you."

Without thinking about the consequences, he reached between my legs and search for the quarter. I could now feel the quarter under my butt crack, but it was too late to stop Brian. He kept fishing around down there and tickling my sensitive butt crack until he finally located the quarter. Then he slowly pulled it out and as he did, he slid his finger up between my moist pussy lips. Brian even made contact with my love button, which caused me to squirm a little.

Then he looked embarrassed and said, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to touch your...you know..."

I smiled and said, "It's okay. It was an accident," even though we both knew he used the situation as an excuse to touch me down there.

Then we ingenuously sat back on the couch in silence as both of our faces turned red with embarrassment.

Brian finally broke the silence and asked, "So, are you naked in public often," and then he cringed after realizing how stupid his question was, but I answered, "Lately, yes."

He asked, "Do you like it?"

I replied, "Hell no, it sucks!"

He asked, "Then why do you do it?"

Before I could explain it to him, Mrs. Grover pranced into the room and said, "Picture time!"

I screeched, "Please...no more pictures!"

Mrs. Grover said, "Oh, come on Amy. You look so cute sitting there all naked and everything!"

Mrs. Grover had the camera in her hand and asked Brian to put his arm around me. We both felt very uncomfortable as Mrs. Grover snapped away on the camera, but I was really embarrassed because I was totally nude while Brian was fully clothed. Mrs. Grover even took some pictures with Brian's head against my breasts, and then she took a few shots with his hand on my bare thigh with my legs slightly spread apart, exposing my neatly trimmed bush for the camera.

With the camera right in our faces, Brian reached around and he was touching the side of my pretty titty while his other hand began making its way up my bare thigh. Mrs. Grover continued taking pictures as Brian's hand crept closer and closer to my fully exposed pussy. Luckily, Mrs. Grover proclaimed that she had enough shots just as Brian was about to make contact with my neatly trimmed bush.

I was relieved as Mrs. Grover started walking away until she looked at the pictures in the camera viewfinder and said, "These are some great shots. Brian, your friends will love looking at these pictures!"

My heart started racing as I thought about all of the teenaged boys that would see those pictures, but Brian said, "Don't worry. I won't show them to anyone."

I felt a little relieved because Brian seemed so genuine, yet I knew that a teenaged boy could not be trusted with naked photos of a girl, so I remained on edge. Then the doorbell rang and the pizza man had arrived.

I stood up, took a deep breath, and then I nervously said, "I guess it's show time," as I headed for the front door.

It had been a strange afternoon so far, and yet another unexpected surprise was waiting for me on the other side of the door!

Amy and the Doctor - Part 16

by Mindy Sparks

When the pizza delivery boy arrived, I was the one appointed to answer the door even though I was stark naked. Brian remained seated on the couch and the adults hid in the kitchen as I nervously approached the front door. I was so tense that my hand was shaking, but I managed to open the door anyway.

Everyone was expecting me to be totally humiliated when I answered the door, but much to my surprise, the pizza delivery boy wasn't a boy at all. It was a girl delivering the pizza! I was still very embarrassed because I knew the girl. Her name was April and she went to my high school.

April used to belong to Tiffany's cheerleading squad...the squad that loves to bully me! However, she was ****** to quit the squad when her mom and dad lost their jobs and the family fell on hard times. The bullying I received from the cheerleading squad was probably partially to blame for my naked-in-public nightmares, so it was a little unnerving to stand before April in the nude.

After I opened the door, April said, "Here's your pizzas," and then she looked down at my naked body, giggled and asked, "Is it wash day or are you trying to impress that cute boy over there?"

I blushed and set the pizzas on the coffee table as April took a closer look at Brian and added, "I wouldn't mind stripping for the boy myself," and then she teased Brian by winking at him, which really got his attention.

April is an eighteen year old senior in high school, just like Brian and I, and she stands about five foot eight with a perfect cheerleader body. The flirty blonde was wearing a tight T-shirt with the pizza restaurant's logo on it, and she was also wearing a pair of equally tight sweatpants. The sweatpants were rolled down so low at the waist that her pussy hair was ready to show in front, and her bare midriff T-shirt left her flat tummy and belly-button exposed.

I said, "I guess you're going to report this incident back to Tiffany so she can make fun of me over it."

April replied, "Nope. They turned on me in the blink of an eye when I quit the squad. Now I'm the target of their ******"

April looked at me remorsefully and continued, "Since I now know what it feels like to be on the other side of the fence, I'm trying to make amends to the people I was mean to while I was part of the cheerleader clique," and then she put her arm around me and patted me on my bare ass.

Brian asked, "What kind of mean things did you do to Amy?"

April replied, "Amy used to hate it when we pretended to be lesbians while showering after gym class."

Brian anxiously asked, "What exactly did you do?"

April gave me a mischievous smile and said, "We would lather up our breasts and rub them all over Amy's naked body," and then she demonstrated by rubbing up against me.

April continued, "Then we would caress parts of her body with our soft soapy hands."

Brian excitedly asked, "What parts of her body?"

April grinned at me and said, "We would start with her breasts," and then April reached out and began massaging my bare boobies.

April was very thorough as she took a full firm breast in each hand and softly squeezed them. Then April licked her fingers and made gentle circles with her fingertips over my pretty pink nipples until they were nice and hard. She even tweaked them and pulled on them a little before sliding her hand down the front of my bare body. I became very nervous as her hands approached my hairy triangle, but then April paused for a moment.

She turned to Brian and asked, "Do you want to see what we did next?"

Brian almost jumped out of his seat as he yelped, "Yes...please show me more!"

April said, "Okay," and then April stood by my side with her back to the kitchen.

April slid one hand down the front of me and one hand down my back. When April's fingers got down between my legs, she teased my pussy hair with her delicate fingertips. As April combed her fingernails through my light brown bush, she softly ran her fingertip up and down my sensitive butt crack, which made me tingle all over.

Then April looked at my hairy triangle and said, "I don't remember your pleasure patch being so nicely trimmed," which probably made Mrs. Grover happy because she was the one that trimmed my pussy hair.

I replied, "I don't remember you wearing clothes in the shower," and then I hooked my finger inside the waistband of her sweatpants and pushed them down her backside.

April looked up at me and said, "Amy, that wasn't very nice," but she didn't bother to pull her pants up.

I couldn't believe it. April's sweatpants were two-thirds of the way down her butt and she wasn't wearing underwear! April thought that she was showing off for Brian, but her smooth firm ass was also put on view for the adults in the kitchen, too.

It appeared as though April was going to reach between my legs and touch my pussy lips, but much to Brian's disappointment, April suddenly stopped, stood up and said, "That's the mean stuff we used to do to Amy."

April was still standing next to me with her hand on my bare ass. I reciprocated by putting my hand on the exposed portion of her butt, and I even let my fingertip linger over her bare butt crack. Brian was probably hoping that I would pushed her pants down even further because her pussy hair was still hidden in front, but this whole experience was so new to me that I didn't want to be too aggressive.

At that moment, Mrs. Grover, Mrs. Parker and my mom came into the room, and the *********** ladies were still naked. April was shocked when she saw the group of nude women, but April's hand remained on my smooth butt cheek.

April laughed and said, "Whoa, what is this...a nudist colony?"

Mrs. Grover replied, "I'm a Hair Stylist and I'll cut your hair for free if you strip naked!"

I expected April to turn and run out the door. However, April paused for a moment as if she was considering the proposition.

Finally April said, "Well, our family is hurting for money and I could use a trim."

Then April smiled at Brian and really got him excited because he thought that he was about to see the beautiful blonde in the nude, but then April added, "Unfortunately I'll have to take a rain check because I have more pizzas to deliver."

Mrs. Grover said, "If you change your mind...I'm open all night!"

Then Mrs. Grover noticed that April was rubbing her hand up and down my bare butt cheek, so she grabbed her camera and said, "How about a picture with your friend?"

I tried to object, but April said, "Sure!"

April put her arm around me, grabbed my exposed breast from the other side and said, "How's this?"

Mrs. Grover replied, "Perfect," and snapped a few shots."

It was really embarrassing for me because April softly caressed my nipple with her fingertip and it made both of my nipples hard. April knew exactly what she was doing to me and I was mortified because everyone could see that the girl was getting me excited. They also thought it was cute the way I just stood there innocently and let April play with my nipple. The women could all tell that I didn't quite know how to respond to April's gentle touch and they were getting a kick out of it.

Then Mrs. Grover called out, "How about some skin?"

Without any hesitation at all, April lifted her shirt exposing her bra-covered breast and said, "Like this?"

Mrs. Grover answered, "Yes...that's great," and then she snapped off a few more shots."

Mrs. Grover asked, "Now, can you give me even more skin?"

April paused for a moment and looked over at Brian. He was on the edge of his seat because he wanted to see more of the perky blonde. When April saw how excited the boy was, she winked at him, and then she turned back to the camera and lifted her bra up so that her left breast was fully exposed.

April's breast was perfect. It was big, natural and had the cutest pink nipple I'd ever seen. From the expression on Brian's face, it was the cutest nipple he'd ever seen, too. April was also showing a few very fine blonde pussy hairs above the waistband of her sweatpants, but she didn't seem to mind at all.

Mrs. Grover said, "With big smiles," so April and I smiled big for the camera as Mrs. Grover snapped away.

Then Mrs. Grover asked, "How about a shot from the back?"

April and I smiled at each other and turned around. As April got ready to pose, she pulled her bra and shirt back down over her exposed breast, but almost all of her smooth bare butt was still showing behind her. We posed while smiling over our shoulders, and then we posed by looking into one another's eyes with our hands on each other's bare ass.

Mrs. Grover tried to take things even further by asking April to pull her pants all the way down, but April simply blushed and said, "I really have to get back to work."

My mom went into the kitchen, came out with a ten dollar bill and said, "You deserve a bigger tip for that performance!"

April took the money and said, "Thanks," and then she squeezed my bare butt as she kissed me on the lips right in front of everybody.

Finally April smiled at me and said, "I'll see you later!"

April hurried out the door, leaving me behind to face the women and explain what it felt like to get groped by another girl. I was embarrassed beyond belief, but I had to admit that the experience was pretty exciting. Then we divided up the pizza and started eating. Little did I know that once the pizza was gone, the women would find a way to take my humiliating day of sexual awakening to yet another level!

Amy and the Doctor - Part 17

by Mindy Sparks

Brian and I innocently ate our pizza together even though he was fully clothed while I was completely naked. As I ate my pizza, I wished that I had a shirt or something to hide my perky breasts and soft pussy hair from his view. I was envious of Brian because he was able to sit there so confidently in his T-shirt and jeans while I was ****** to sit next to him in the nude. However, it was also quite intoxicating knowing that the boy was getting excited from viewing all of my womanly charms.

Eventually Brian couldn't hold back any longer and he leaned over to give me my first kiss. I'd never kissed a boy before, but I loved the way his wet lips were all over mine. Then he pushed his tongue inside my mouth and I responded by thrusting my bare body up against him.

As Brian wrapped his arms around me in a passionate embrace, my mom killed the mood by suddenly entering the room and declaring, "I want to talk to the two of you!"

Brian and I jolted back to our own sides of the couch as if we'd just been caught going all the way. Then my mom, who was still completely naked, shocked Brian by taking a seat on the edge of the coffee table right in front of him. Her legs were spread apart far enough to expose her pink pussy lips to the boy. Brian looked both excited and terrified at the same time.

My mom demanded, "I'd better not catch you two having sex. You're both too young!"

Mrs. Parker, who was also naked, came up behind my mom and added, "Yeah...I'm not ready to be a ************"

I interrupted, "You're ******* me to parade around nude in front of a boy I just met, yet you're going to reprimand me for giving him a kiss? That's pretty hypocritical!"

My mom responded, "Regardless, if his snake gets anywhere near your pussy, then you'll feel a wrath like you've never felt before."

Brian couldn't help watching my mom's bare breasts jiggle as she scolded us. He was almost in a trance as he stared at my ******** nice firm melons and round rosy nipples.

Then Brian snapped out of it when his ****** added, "That goes for you, too, Brian!"

Mrs. Parker put her arms on my mom's shoulders and leaned forward to show us that they were a united front. However, the way Brian's mom pushed her bare breasts up against my ******** back was more of a distraction than an emphasis of their message. While Mrs. Parker massaged my mom's back with her big boobs, my ****** reached up and held Mrs. Parker's hands. Once the naked women realized that their actions contradicted the message they were trying to convey, the ladies got up and headed into the kitchen.

As we watched the women's bare asses leave the room, Brian turned to me and asked, "Was your mom mad or was she just trying to show off in front of me?"

I giggled and replied, "Everyone is so *****, it's hard to tell what they're thinking."

Then Brian's aunt walked in and sat down on the coffee table directly in front of Brian. Just like the other ladies, Mrs. Grover was inebriated and stark naked. Her legs were spread apart much wider than my mom's were, so her sweet shaved snatch was fully exposed to Brian and I. Mrs. Grover also made no attempt to hide her pretty titties from Brian's view.

Brian's aunt is only twelve years older than Brian and she actually looks younger than she really is. Mrs. Grover has a terrific body and she is also a beautician, so she knows how to make herself look good. Therefore, Brian was thrilled that his aunt was providing him with an uninhibited viewing of her nude figure.

As she flaunted her nakedness in front of us, Mrs. Grover said, "Don't worry about what your ******s said. You two can have plenty of fun without playing Hide-the-Sausage! Here, let me show you," and then she reached out and yanked Brian's jeans open.

Brian tried to push her hands away as he yelped, "Aunt Gloria, what are you doing?"

Mrs. Grover replied, "Just sit back and relax," and then she proceeded to pull Brian's pants down right in front of me.

Brian's penis was sticking out like a soldier standing at attention and it was finally Brian's turn to be embarrassed.

Mrs. Grover turned to me and asked, "See how hard it is?"

I giggled and replied, "Um...yes."

Mrs. Grover said, "Come down here and get a closer look. See how Brian's so excited that it's actually throbbing?"

Brian was dying of *********** as Mrs. Grover and I leaned over until our faces were right next to his hard penis. I was so close to his manhood that I was sure he could feel my breath on his love muscle when I exhaled. I'd never been this close to a boy's hard member before so I carefully inspected his erection while Brian just sat there with a crimson red face.

Mrs. Grover said, "Do you want to touch it?"

I blushed and asked, "Touch it? Touch his thingy?"

Mrs. Grover laughed and said, "Well, actually it's called a cock, dick, prick, whatever...but yes, do you want to touch it?"

I smiled and replied, "Sure," and then Brian's hard penis began to twitch from excitement.

I put my hand out and started gently petting his rigid rocket like I would pet a dog. Then Brian began squirming on the couch so I thought I was doing something wrong. I decided to try using just one finger to gently tickle the shaft of his penis, but Brian didn't seem to like that either.

Brian said, "Amy, you're driving me crazy!"

Mrs. Grover pushed my hand away and said, "No Amy, not like that. All you're doing is teasing the poor boy. You need to use some hand lotion like I have over here," and then she reached across to grab a bottle off the end table next to me.

I don't know if she intended to do it, but when Mrs. Grover reached for the lotion, her breast ended up right in my face. Then Mrs. Grover brushed her firm globe up against me and she managed to push her nipple right into my mouth. Mrs. Grover paused for a moment with her precious pink nipple pressed against my lips, as if I was supposed to do something. However, when I didn't respond, she took the lotion and returned to the coffee table.

Mrs. Grover squeezed a little lotion into the palm of her hand and said, "Now apply the lotion to his manhood," and then she wrapped her soft slippery hand around Brian's throbbing erection.

Brian complained, "This is so embarrassing," but his aunt countered, "Quit complaining. You know you like it," and then she began moving her hand up and down the boy's rigid rocket.

Mrs. Grover said, "Wow Brian, the girls and I must have really tormented you today with all our nudity because you're really hard," as she continued stroking Brian's erection.

Brian moaned, "That feels really good," as he looked down between my legs.

My legs were close together, but there was still plenty of light brown pussy hair showing. Then Mrs. Grover put her free hand between my legs and ****** them apart. As she continued stroking Brian's hard penis, Mrs. Grover softly rubbed a fingertip from her other hand up and down my bare beaver. Brian's aunt managed to split my moist pink pussy lips with her fingertip and she didn't stop until she was touching my little clitty. It sent lightning bolts pulsating throughout my body!

Then she pulled her hand away, pointed to my neatly trimmed bush and said, "There Brian, now you can see her pussy much better."

As Mrs. Grover continued moving her fist up and down Brian's erection, he leaned over to get a better view of my young tight pussy. I obliged the boy by spreading my legs wide apart and showing him everything I had to offer.

I sat and watched Mrs. Grover stroke her nephew for a short time, and then she looked at me and said, "Now I want you to try it."

When Mrs. Grover released her hand from Brian's throbbing penis, he yelled out in agony, "No...no! Please don't stop. Not now...don't stop!"

I quickly wrapped my hand around Brian's massive manhood, but there was no time to savor the moment. Brian needed action and he needed it right now so Mrs. Grover put her hand over mine and ****** it up and down over Brian's rock hard love muscle. Moments later, he tensed up, grunted, and then I watched as Brian fired his rocket all over the couch.

Mrs. Grover continued working my hand over Brian's pulsating penis as she whispered, "That's it, Brian. Let it all out."

Soon Brian pushed our hands away and collapsed on the couch as if he'd just finished running a marathon. I sat there and watched as Brian struggled to catch his breath. I also watched as Brian's hard penis began to slowly deflate. It was fascinating to be this close to a boy's manhood and I was enjoying the moment.

Then Mrs. Grover said, "Okay Amy, now it's your turn."

My whole body tensed up because I didn't know what was going to happen next!

Amy and the Doctor - Part 18

by Mindy Sparks

Mrs. Grover was attempting to show Brian and I how to pleasure each other without actually performing sexual intercourse. We had just completed lesson one by giving Brian a much deserved orgasm after tormenting the boy all afternoon with our naked bodies. Then Mrs. Grover and I released our grip from the teenager's penis and he laid back on the couch, totally exhausted. Like Brian, I am also only eighteen years old and I tried to relax for a moment myself after watching the boy shoot streams of body fluid all over the couch.

Then Brian's aunt turned to me and said, "I'll let Brian rest for a minute while I get started on you."

I gulped and said, "Started on me?"

Mrs. Grover replied, "Yes...there's plenty of things Brian can do to you without going all the way. Here, I'll show you by starting with your breasts."

I was too mortified to move as the attractive thirty year old woman reached out and started massaging my bare boobies. Then the naked woman climbed up on top of me and began sucking on one of my nipples while she continued manipulating my other breast with her hand. I had to admit that it felt really good, but I was also very nervous because I was about to have my first real sexual experience...and it was going to be with a woman!

Then Mrs. Grover began moving her lips further down as she kissed my mid-section along the way. I could also feel her firm titties gliding over my bare flesh as she dragged them down the front of me. Mrs. Grover's soft kisses made me both nervous and excited, but my nervousness intensified as she approached my tight young pussy. When Mrs. Grover finally reached my pleasure zone, she paused for a moment, lifted up off of me and began swirling her fingernail through my light brown bush.

Mrs. Grover said, "I really did do a good job trimming your pussy hair, didn't I?"

I replied, "Um...yeah, you sure did," as her finger continued to slide further and further down between my legs.

I didn't really know what to do, so I just laid back and spread my legs apart as wide as they would go. Mrs. Grover now had easy access to my moist pussy lips, but she continued to take her time. Brian's aunt seemed to be toying with my emotions as she used her fingertip to trace around the outside edge of my sweet snatch without actually touching my pleasure place. Brian pulled his pants up and he was now fully clothed as he sat back and watched his aunt explore my bare beaver.

I was embarrassed because Brian was watching his aunt play around between my legs. I was also frustrated because I needed sexual relief and Mrs. Grover was in no hurry to satisfy my needs. I tried moving my hips so that her finger would come in contact with my tender pussy lips, but she would gently tickle the pussy hairs around the outer edges of my pink lips without actually rubbing my moist pleasure zone.

I even heard Mrs. Grover chuckle because she knew exactly what she was doing to me. Mrs. Grover was working my emotions into a fever pitch while refusing to fulfill the urges that were stirring inside of me. Then, just when I was ready to scream, Mrs. Grover finally split my wet pussy lips with her fingertip and began sliding it up and down my pleasure zone.

Mrs. Grover looked up at me, smiled and said, "Is that what you want little girl?"

I moaned, "Yes, oh yes!"

Then she began making tiny circles with her fingertip on my love button and it sent chills up and down my spine. Mrs. Grover hadn't even put her finger inside of me yet and the tension was already beginning to build throughout my body. As Brian's aunt continued touching my tender clitty, she motioned for Brian to tend to my breasts. Brian eagerly leaned over and began kissing and sucking on one of my nipples, while he used his fingertip to taunt and tickle my other nipple.

As the feeling continued to grow stronger inside of me, Mrs. Grover slid her finger down and slowly pushed it into my tight young pussy. My pussy was so wet that her finger slid in easily. Once her finger was deep inside of me, Mrs. Grover began working it in and out, in and out while pausing occasionally to move her fingertip around in circles.

Brian was now using both hands to play with my nipples. He would roll my nipples between his fingers for a while, and then he would gently pull on them. Brian was intrigued by the way my pink nipples poked out so stiff and hard, and he was having a good time teasing and tickling them, which felt really good to me.

I moaned, "Oh Brian, that feels so good."

Mrs. Grover responded, "I'll bet it doesn't feel as good as this," and then she moved her head down between my legs.

Mrs. Grover began licking my love button while continuing to thrust her finger in and out of my pussy and it felt so good that I called out, "Oh my gosh, that's feels incredible!"

Brian was still teasing and tickling my tender nipples as his aunt wiggled her tongue around over my little clitty. As if I needed more stimulation, Mrs. Grover reached underneath me and began sliding her fingertip up and down my sensitive butt crack. She even probed me, which made me moan loudly.

Now the tension inside of my body was unbelievable and it kept building stronger and stronger. With every pleasure zone on my body now tended to, I could no longer fight the feeling. My whole body stiffened up, and then it rushed out of me like a flood to my pussy.

I began screaming, "I can't take it anymore! I'm...I'm cumming, I'm cumming. Mmm, it feels so good. I'm cumming.

When Mrs. Grover and Brian finally released me, I slumped down in the couch as my body twitched from the electricity generated by my explosive orgasm. My eyes were closed and it felt like I was floating on a cloud. Then I was dropped back to earth like a rock when I heard everyone applauding. I was mortified because all of the adults were watching as Mrs. Grover played with my pussy, but I was too weak to move.

When I finally regained my composure, I looked around and noticed that everyone was dressed except for me. Even Mrs. Grover was wearing a bathrobe.

My mom said, "Come on Amy, its time to go home."

I asked, "Where's my T-shirt?"

My mom replied, "I've got it. I'll give it to you when we get home."

I yelped, "When we get home!"

My mom said, "Yes, now give everyone a hug goodbye and come home," as she walked out the door with my T-shirt.

I was already embarrassed because everybody had just watched me cum, and now I had to say goodbye to them in the nude. Everyone let their hands roam all over my naked body as I hugged them. The men enjoyed patting me on my bare ass and Mr. Grover even ran his finger up and down my sensitive butt crack. It gave me chills because my body was already ultra-sensitive from just experiencing an orgasm.

Finally I left the Grover's trailer and headed across the street alone and naked. Luckily it was dark out, but it was still humiliating because my bare body was illuminated by the street lights. I hurried to our mobile home with an arm across my breasts and a hand between my legs nervously wondering who was looking at me.

Then I heard a car beep and I quickly turned around to see who was checking out my bare butt. I was relieved when I saw Brian waving to me out the back window of the car. Even though it ****** me to expose my pussy hair to the boy, I went ahead and raised my hand so that I could wave back to him.

It seemed to take forever, but I finally made it inside our trailer, and then I headed straight for the shower. I got cleaned up and then I went directly to bed. As expected, I fell right to ***** after making it through such an exhausting day. I didn't wake up until the alarm went off the following morning.

As I got ready for school, it suddenly occurred to me that I made it through the night without experiencing one of my naked-in-public nightmares. Now I was faced with a dilemma. If I admitted that I didn't have a nightmare, Doctor Hefferton would claim that his therapy was working and he would continue ******* me to expose myself in public. If I said that I had a nightmare, Doctor Hefferton would prescribe more public exposure for me as a cure for the nightmares. It suddenly became clear that I'd better get used to being naked in public because it looked like public nudity was going to be in my future for a long time!

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The Transformation of Kathy



Kathy Henderson was enjoying a cocktail at a hotel bar with a colleague from the finance department in her company, a woman she'd met recently and enjoyed working with. They were talking shop when the conversation drifted to family.

"Got kids?" Anna asked.

"Two, in college now." Anna acted surprised.

"You look youngish for that," she said.

Kathy smiled a bit and said modestly, "I do all the normal things, work out at the corporate gym, eat right," before sipping her *****.

For a 43-year-old woman, Kathy was well preserved. She had filled out since her youth, her thighs and lower stomach getting soft, with a small fold of skin above the C-section she endured in her second **********. ********** and little weight had also made her breasts fuller. But her shape was still quite feminine and her skin was silky smooth, particularly her legs, which looked like a 25-year-old's, not a single mark or vein showing.

She kept her brown her cropped by the shoulder, and had begun to color it with auburn highlights to hide the hints of gray that had begun to show. She dressed every day like the corporate executive she was, though she preferred skirt/blouse combinations to pant suits, and didn't mind showing her legs and cleavage. Her skin was very fair, and the area between her breasts and neck had a few light freckles. Men at work noticed her when she wore heels, or skirts above the knee.

She looked at her watch, finished her ***** and got up to leave. "Got to get home. Hubby's making dinner tonight."

After paying, Anna followed her out the door of the hotel. As they walked towards their parked cars, a white van swiveled by the curb. Its side doors slid open and one of the men, a huge black man dressed in black jeans and t-shirt, smiled at Anna and said hello. Anna returned the greeting, and Kathy looked at Anna, figuring she'd run into a friend.

Then a second black man, dressed the same as the first, stepped out of the van. "This is my friend Kathy," Anna said to the first man, as the second walked behind Kathy, slipped a plastic bag over her head, and pulling her wrists together, moved her toward the van and with the help of Anna and the first man, into it. Anna proceeded to her own car as the white van's doors slid shut and it sped away.

The Windowless Room

The men used an inhalant to knock Kathy out as the van drove through rush hour traffic to its destination, an old cement-block building in an industrial park on the far side of town, a district full of building supply outlets, truck depots, and equipment rental businesses. At night and for much of the day, there was little traffic, and this suited our secret society, called simply The Society, well.

Kathy awoke in the basement of their building, in a clean well-lighted room, wearing a ball gag, totally naked, and strapped into a gynecologist's examining chair. She moaned and tried to cry out as she awoke, but as she realized she could not fight the gag, she tired and quieted down.

The ensuing minutes passed like hours as she wondered what had happened to her, who these men were, where she was -- and what would happen to her. She wondered too what time it was. The room had no windows, and she wondered if her husband would call the police and report her missing.

Finally, the two men who had ********* her at the curb entered the room. The one who'd sacked her carried an equipment case, and in a workmanlike fashion opened it on a table and began placing its contents on the table. The first guy -- by now she figured he was in charge -- approached her. He stood by her side and gently ran a hand across her thighs.

"Just like the man said, smooth," he said.

Then, gently, he examined her pubic hair, turning to his assistant to say, "I like the way Jan cut it. Not a bush, but just enough to see and feel. Too many women getting their pussies shaved these days," he said.

Now Kathy was becoming frightened, and aware that their intensions were not good. Her captor picked up on it right away. "We're not going to harm you in any way," he said, looking straight into her eyes. "I'm Dr. Bernard," he said. "I'll be training you."

This elicited a suppressed scream from Kathy. "Shhhhhhh," Dr. Bernard said, petting her vaginal bush.

"Your life is about to change for the better." He began stroking the inside of her thighs, then walked around to her feet and gently massaged them. She had nice legs, shaved and waxed, and her feet with obviously pedicured, with nails painted deep red.

"You have very pretty feet, Kathy." When he said that, she tried to pull away from him. But Dr. Benway was cool. "Just settle down, and I'll let you know what's going on."

Kathy listened carefully, beginning to believe that she was not going to be **********, at least.

"You're a very luck lady," Dr. Bernard said. "You have been selected. My Society chooses three lucky ladies a year for induction. The Society is an elite group of black men who enjoy white women. We select only mature, accomplished white women. We will train you, improve your appearance, and finally," he said, pausing, "we will mate you to a suitable partner and breed you."

Instantly, Kathy tugged at her restraints, and tried to pick her head up and pull her body off the examination table, but she was restrained about the neck, too. She was able to sit up just long enough to see Dr. Bernard's assistant rolling a surgical table towards her. On the table -- she couldn't believe it -- were a set of dildos and butt plugs of various lengths, and some electronic devices, probably vibrators. They were much larger and more complex than anything she'd seen before.

Dr. Bernard continued. "Before you marry, you will be available to any of the men in the Society for their pleasure. You will come to enjoy being a consort to our gentlemen and starting a new life, one where you will find more happiness than you have ever known."

Dr. Bernard now began stroking his finger along the opening of her vagina. "Lovely lips," he said. "Lots of surface area to stimulate. Easy to caress and lick." It was cold and dry, but he felt a little wetness inside as he talked.

Kathy's body trembled, as if she'd caught a chill, as he stroked her vulva, and began to press his finger into her vagina.

"Do you like it when I talk about you this way?" Dr. Bernard asked. Kathy did not reply, and she was trying to ignore what he was doing, lock it out of her mind, and go numb.

But she couldn't. Much as she stared into the ceiling, Dr. Bernard's smiling face dipped into her circle of view, asking unpleasant questions -- questions that kept her mind working, much as she wished to shut it down.

"You probably don't like the word 'cunt,' but that's what we're going call this wet and willing opening between your legs from now on. More to the point, that's what you're going to call it." As he spoke, he rubbed her more firmly, finally inserting his finger into her vagina and gently massaging her.

"It's going to take a little time to train you how to accept black cock, but once you feel it inside of you, you'll never go back." She now heard and felt a buzzing between her legs as Dr. Bernard's assistant came to stand beside her. "Charles," Dr. Bernard said to him, "give her a gentle clitoral massage with that thing."

The vibrator had a 12-inch handle and on the tip was a mushroom-shaped vibrating head, shaped vaguely like the head of a cock -- a very large cock.

Now Kathy was fighting off mixed feelings. On the one hand she was angry at her helplessness, but on the other hand she was listening to Dr. Bernard, and feeling his ministrations over her body, and was becoming aroused, almost against her will. The more her physical arousal increased, the more she listened to Dr. Bernard, and the more she listened to him the more she felt physically aroused -- and then became angry with herself, and at him. It was as if her body was in total rebellion against her will and her mind.

Dr. Bernard was now observing her body as Charles applied the vibrator. Her stomach was rising and falling with her breaths, which were becoming deeper and quicker. Her nipples were hard as berries, and her breasts were starting to jostle as she moved herself in rhythm to the massage she was receiving -- first to avoid it, then slowly, to accept it. At times, she started to close her eyes, before snapping them open like a person trying to stay awake. It was going well indeed.

After ten minutes of massage she was now completely quiet, and beginning to moan faintly, short little bursts of enjoyment. Her hands and feet looked completely relaxed, her hips moving a slow rhythm to the massage.

"We can do this all night if you like," Dr. Bernard said, but got no response from Kathy, her eyes closed, blocking out the world, and trying to block the pleasure rising from her clitoris. "You'll notice we have no needles, no ******" Dr. Bernard said, picking up her hand and stroking her palm with his large finger. "We don't need them. You will give yourself to us quite willingly when you are ready, and become a happy, contented lover and breeder."

Eyes still closed, he heard her mutter something from under the gag. Dr. Bernard nodded at Charles, who pulled the ball away from her mouth so she could speak. "You had a question, Kathy"

"Yes," she said softly, barely able to distract herself from the intensive feelings in her clitoris. "When will that be? I just want to go home."

"Sooner than you think," replied Dr. Bernard

"Then I can go home?"

"Then you will be home, sweetie."

It went on like that for several days. There were three 90-minute sessions a day of clitoral massage and stimulation, followed by meals and napping. It always involved the same two men -- Charles and Dr. Bernard. They gave her water breaks and lubricated her frequently, so even after days, she didn't feel sore.

After her sessions they would escort her to her quarters, a softly lit room not much bigger than a Motel 6 room, with a toilet, sink, shower, mirror, and a TV mounted on the wall.

The clothes she wore the day of her abduction were nowhere to be found. The only garments in the room were a see-through pink night gown, and a pair of 5-inch stripper heels. She'd never worn anything more elevated than three-inch pumps, and had difficulty simply walking in the new shoes.

The TV ran continuously from morning til midnight. There was no remote control, and the sound was left loud enough so it could not be ignored.

When she woke before her morning session, the TV displayed non-stop sex videos, all of them depicting black men having sex with white women. Some of the scenes were one-on-one, and in some a single woman serviced three or more partners. The people in these videos did not look like actors, but seemed to be real people, and the video quality wasn't professional. One of the most shocking videos Kathy saw showed a woman on top of a man who was in her pussy, a man taking her ass from behind, and still another in front of her, standing, pushing his cock deep into her mouth and throat. She thought it was filthy, but she could not help but look at it.

Before the afternoon session, the videos changed and became almost scientific, like something out of a sex education class: Microscopic videos of spermatozoa mixed with in-utero video of fetuses in various stages of development, anatomical diagrams of ovaries, fallopian tubes, the vagina, cross sections of the penis and testicles, and the oral cavity.

The evening sessions, for Kathy, were the most disturbing, for they depicted the story that Dr. Benday had given her about his secret society. They showed homespun, almost romantic scenes depicting the domestic tranquility of lovely white women at home, snuggling with their black husbands, inter-racial ******** playing in large, grassy yards.

In one scene, a couple sat together on the couch, fully clothed. The camera starts at their lips, coupled in a deep kiss. Then the camera pans down their bodies, where the man is gently cupping his wife's large, pregnant belly. As the camera pans further down, it zooms in on her right hand, which is lovingly stroking his massive cock. She had never seen a penis this large, and she wondered if it was real. Kathy was realizing -- but still could not believe -- that Dr. Bernard expected her to become like the woman in that video.

After a few days of this, Kathy began to lose track of time. She never left the basement complex, never knew what time it was, and after several days, lost track of how many days she had been held captive. It seemed like a very long time.

She admitted this to herself: Dr. Bernard was very gentle, and very patient. She didn't feel he had broken her will. She was merely allowing herself to enjoy the physical sensations he offered, she told herself, but in her heart, she remained an independent woman. The videos made her wonder at what point she would need to ********** rebel, and draw the line between what she was willing to go along with, and what she would refuse to do.

The Fucking Machine

One day, Kathy was brought in for her morning session and strapped into her chair as usual. She was no longer wearing the ball gag, as she was cooperating fully and did not make any noise other than emitting low moans of pleasure.

He started her off as usual, massaging her muff with his powerful hand, and getting her wet enough so he could insert his finger and massage her clitoris. And as usual, his assistant Charles was waiting by his side to bring in the vibrator.

After 30 minutes or so, Dr. Bernard took his finger from her vagina, brought it to his lips and sucked on it, tasting her juices. He smiled. Then he took her hand gently and patted it. "This morning, you are ready to move on to a new phase in your training." As he spoke, Charles turned off the vibrator. Kathy was thinking to herself that her body was speaking to Dr. Bernard, and that he might get the wrong impression.

"I don't like this baby stuff," she blurted out. She tried to pull her hand away, but Dr. Bernard tightened his grip, and she stopped immediately.

"Are you saying that you enjoy the pleasure of sex but not the result?"

"I'm saying I don't want to be your breeding slave."

"It will take some time before you know what you really want," Dr. Bernard replied. "Right now, your body says one thing, but your mouth says another."

They adjusted the table so that her legs could be spread wider, with her knees softly bent, and pulled her ass closer to the edge of the table. Charles rolled a strange looking machine. It had an engine of some kind, with two rods sticking out of it, and it was bolted to a rolling platform.

"What are you doing?" Kathy asked.

From the head of the chair, Charles pulled the ball gag over her mouth again, and Kathy pulled at her restraints as he did.

"Quiet her down," Dr. Bernard instructed. Charles moved to other end of the chair, and once again applied the vibrator at a slow speed, until Kathy's gurgling died down, overcome by the humming of the of the vibrator and her arousal.

Dr. Bernard rolled a table of instruments to her side. On top of the table stood various dildos arranged in order of height and girth, from 7 to 10 inches in length. The smallest of these, and the only white one, stood on the far left. Dr. Bernard picked it up.

"These are all very comfortable," Dr. Bernard said. "They are sterile, and they are designed to work with our equipment to give you a realistic experience." He brought the beige dildo closer to her.

"This is like your husband's, I believe, based on the photos we've seen of him."

Her eyes widened as she looked at it.

"That's a yes," Dr. Bernard said as he handed the dildo to Charles, who mounted it on one of the rods protruding from the machine. He positioned the machine so that the dildo's head was just in inch from Kathy's crotch. He applied a dollop of lubricant to the head of the fake cock, and squirted a few drops between the lips of Kathy's vagina.

Standing at the head of the chair, Dr. Bernard once again held Kathy's hand, and stroked her hair, to make her feel comfortable. He noticed she was breathing heavily, and there was a look of fear about her eyes.

"Think about your husband," he said softly. "It will be just like fucking him again."

Charles operated the machine expertly, controlling the depth of penetration and the pace, as well as any vibrating or side-to-side motion. He moved the tip of the cock to barely part her lips, and turned on the vibrator tip.

"Is your husband this gentle with you, and this bold? I bet there are times when you wish he would be a little bolder." The cock now moved into her vagina about three inches, and began fucking her slowly.

"And how does he talk to you when he's fucking you? Does he say 'honey please' when he wants to go in deeper, or does he just -- fuck you deeper."

As he said it, the dildo plunged its full length into her, causing her raise her hips away. Dr. Bernard pushed them down, and Charles slightly increased the pace of the fucking machine. "Does he tell you what a slut you really are? And how he likes you that way?" He shook his head, as if to answer his own question. "You see Kathy, we know that you're the kind of woman who probably has sex twice a year, with a husband who doesn't even find it very interesting anymore. And you probably haven't found it interesting for a long time yourself. But deep down, deep down inside, you never stopped thinking about it, and what it would be like to have a superior lover. And to be his little slut. That's the Kathy we're trying to find. That's the Kathy we're going to bring out."

Charles turned up the pace now, so that the dildo was moving in and out of her as fast as humanly possible -- about 45-50 strokes a minute -- penetrating her to its maximum depth of six inches.

Dr. Bernard saw Kathy move her legs wider apart to accommodate it, and she began to howl from beneath her gag. They were sex noises, not noises of pain. To help comfort her, he stood at the head of the chair, leaning down to kiss her forehead and her cheeks, and held both of her hands, and she absorbed the thrusting of the fucking machine.

Just when I start to hate him he holds my hands, Kathy thought to herself, before being distracted by her mounting orgasm. As she came, Dr. Bernard planted soft kisses on her head, whispering, "Good girl. You come all you want."

She had two orgasms before Charles backed off the pace of the machine and spun it down to a near halt.

"That's as good as your husband gets," Dr. Bernard said, removing from the table another dildo, this one eight inches and black. He held it along side of his own cock, the outlines of which could be seen through his pants, and let Kathy see the comparison. "Before you can have black cock, we need to get you comfortable and stretch your cunt out a little bit. We'll keep moving you up in size, til we find out how much you can take without pain, and that's the size you'll get from now on."

Charles mounted the cock on the machine. There was no need to lubricate, as Kathy's cunt was now fully wet and loose. Without delay, the cock moved into Kathy, parting her lips wider than before, and began fucking her slowly.

"Went in with no trouble," Dr. Bernard said, again leaning down into Kathy's face and speaking softly to her. Charles picked up the pace.

"How does that feel?"

Kathy moaned softly.

"What's that?"

She moaned little louder. Dr. Bernard slowly removed the ball gag.

"Good," she said, between quick breaths. "It feels good."

"Does it feel bigger than your husband's cock?"

"Yes," she said, between breaths. Dr. Bernard let the ball gag slip down her neck and gave her peck on the cheek.

The machine still going, and Kathy receiving its thrusts without discomfort, Charles left the room together. A few minutes later they came back, now completely naked, and resumed their places by Kathy at the chair. Their cocks were large -- not as large as those Kathy had seen in the videos in her room, but much bigger than any she'd ever touched herself. Dr. Bernard's was longer but not as thick as Charles'. Both of them were erect, and she couldn't take her eyes off them.

"Not yet," Dr. Bernard said, anticipating her thoughts. Again, he picked up her hand with a gentle grip. "Only when you're ready. And you'll be ready when you reach out for us."

They stood close to her side, so that their cocks were hanging right in front of her, and she laid her head back and studied them as she enjoyed the deep thrusts of the fucking machine. "You're a woman who's used to being in control of everything in your life. You have planned your life, and lived it according to plan. Now, for once, you are off the plan. You're off the pill, you're out of your husband's house, out of your job, and you're not in control of anything. Except one thing." And with that, he stepped forward, bringing his hard cock closer, hanging over her chin.

She studied it. And then the machine started pounding her again.

Between sessions, Kathy was tiring of the videos. They were the same ones, day after day after day, and it got to the point where she knew each one in detail, and the order in which they would be shown. None of it shocked her any more.

When she went to ***** at night, she began to picture herself as the white woman in the videos, the woman with her legs wrapped around a huge black lover, or accepting cocks in her mouth as well as her vagina. And she thought of the two cocks that hung in front of her every day as she was fucked by machine, always erect, waiting for her. And, as Dr. Bernard told her again and again, they were indeed waiting. They did not ***** themselves on her.

As she went to ***** at night, she imagined what it would be like to give in and suck Dr. Benday's cock, or allow him to take the place of that machine. He would at least be gentler and more responsive. And sometimes, when she started to picture this, she fingered her clitoris, and brought herself to orgasm.

But still, she could not put herself into that picture of the happy family, pregnant again, with another man's baby -- a black man's baby.

Over the next two weeks they worked Kathy three times a day with the fucking machine, 90 minutes per session as before. They introduced her to butt plugs, which she was ****** to wear while she fucked the machine. They worked her up from a small "beginner's" plug to one that was four inches in length.

Dr. Bernard began douching her ass before each morning session. "Now that we've opened your ass, it needs to be ready for pleasure, this needs to become part of your routine.

Kathy had never tried anal sex before. She'd heard from girl friends that it hurt, but the way Dr. Benway inserted the plugs, and worked through a series of larger plug, she felt no discomfort. The intensity of her vaginal orgasms increased as she felt the pressure of the plug against the cock moving in and out of her vagina.

As she worked her way up to the largest dildos and plug they had, she wondered what they do next. One day, she found out.

They set her into the chair as usual, but this time they equipped the second pole coming out of the machine with a smaller, curved dildo, positioned beneath the other.

"My word," Kathy said. "Are you really going to do this?"

"No Kathy," Dr. Bernard said, with some frustration in his voice.

"The question is, are you really going to do this?"

Kathy looked at him a little sheepishly, and slid her ass closer to the edge of the chair.

"That's my girl," he said.

Charles outfitted the main prong of the machine with the largest dildo in their collection, ten inches.

"I know you've never experienced double penetration, but like anything, it goes better with the right training. First we'll see if you're cunt is ready for the ten inch cock, and see how that works out," said Dr. Bernard.

Again he held her hand as the machine sputtered to life, and slowly pushed the ten inch dildo into her vagina about half its length, moved it back and began fucking her slowly.

"Oh God, that feels good," Kathy said.

"Deeper?"

"Yes, deeper, please," she said.

Charles set the machine on a medium pace -- about 40 strokes a minute -- and increased the penetration depth by an inch every minute until the entire dildo was buried in her cunt.

Dr. Bernard massaged her breasts, and allowed her to suck on his finger as she came to a climax, and then climaxed again.

"Slow it down," Dr. Bernard said.

When Charles got the speed down to a slow, 20 stroke a minute pace, he activated the second dildo, which applied pressure against her anus.

Kathy felt it and sat forward quickly, squeezing Dr. Benday's hand.

"Relax," he said. "Open yourself."

She closed her eyes and did as he said, and the second dildo pushed harder, then darted smoothly into her ass, and stopped.

"Are you okay?" Dr. Benday asked?

Kathy nodded, and smiled. It wasn't as bad as she thought it would be.

"Now I need you to actively participate in this. You need to follow the rhythm of the machine with your hips. With two cocks in you, it's requires more concentration."

"Oh, yes Sir."

Dr. Bernard was taken aback. He had never asked her to address him as "Sir," yet she was now doing it. With the dildo now stroking in her ass very slowly, Charles got the ten inch dildo moving in her vagina again, working both up to a medium pace. Above the humm of the engine, they heard her groans of pleasure.

Charles looked at Dr. Bernard with excitement. "Damn. She can take ten inches!" he said.

"Yeah," Dr. Bernard agreed, "She's one sexy lady."

By now Kathy was in a pleasurable rhythm with the machine, absorbing both cocks in her ass and vagina, and moaning with the pleasure she received from every thrust. "I feel so full," she said several times. Then she looked to her right, at Dr. Benday. "I've never felt this before," she said. "I really like it." She noticed then that Dr. Benday's cock -- which was always erect in her presence -- jumped and was now rock hard, bigger than she'd ever seen it, almost a deep purplish color, and that he could not help but stroke it.

She pushed the machine away with her foot, and looked again at Dr. Bernard. "I'm ready now," she said. Without another word, Dr. Bernard leaned into the table, bringing his clock closer to her mouth. And without hesitation, her mouth reached up to accept it, and she took the head between her lips, and worked it into the front of her mouth.

"Make sure to keep your tongue under it at all times," Dr. Bernard said. She tilted her eyes to meet his and moaned, "Umm-hmmmm."

At the same time, Charles powered down the fucking machine and stood up between Kathy's legs, moving up against her and started rubbing the head of his cock against her labia.

Slowly, he pushed himself into her, ******* from Kathy a soft groan.

He stopped and asked her, "Am I hurting you?"

"No, no," she said, barely pulling her mouth off Dr. Benday's cock for a moment. "Don't stop."

Dr. Bernard unlocked her leg restraints and Charles pulled her legs up over his shoulders and he slowly pushed deeper inside.

After weeks of fucking dildos and machines, the feeling of a real human cock inside of her was almost overwhelming. And one so large, touching her in places that no man had ever touched before. "Oh Sir," she said, "sir, please don't stop."

"Yes, baby," said Charles, increasing his push and his pace.

"Suck that cock, sweetie," said Dr. Benday. "Show me how much you enjoy it."

"Oh yes, Sir," she said, her words muffled by a full mouth, "I love it. Hmmmm."

"This is so hot," Charles said. "I don't think I can hold off."

"You must," Dr. Bernard said, giving him an urgent stare. "I'm not sure she is ready."

"No, I can't," said Charles. "Either I come in her or I've got to stop."

"Mmmmmm, no!" Kathy piped up, "Please don't stop."

"You want everything you say you didn't want before, Kathy," Dr. Benday said. "Do you really want this? Do you want him to come inside of you? Unprotected? Millions of potent sperm swimming into your womb?"

Kathy struggled to speak but could not form the words.

"This is the last mile, Kathy. You need to tell me, out loud, for the world to hear: Do you want this? Do you want him to come inside of you? Answer!"

"Oh... Oh yes. Oh yes please. I want him inside of me, and I want to feel him come inside of my cunt. Oh, yes. Fill me up, please, please..."

With that, Dr. Bernard pulled his cock from her mouth and put an extra pillow under Kathy's head so she could watch Charles's fat cock moving in and out of her.

The sight of it excited her even more.

"Oh!" she yelped. "Do it... I want your come in me, please, please Sir!"

Charles replied by pushing his cock in until it touched her cervix. "You feel that? You feel that cock?"

"Oh yes, yes, I feel it, I feel it in my cunt!" She was finally saying the c word, and it felt liberating to her.

"You going to make me a baby," Charles said, looking straight into her eyes. She perceived it not as a question, but as a command.

As soon as he said it, her eyes widened and a sweet smile crept over her face, and she bit her lower lip in a mischievous way.

"Yes baby, here I come," Charles said, grunting, and trembling, launched a huge ejaculation into Kathy's womb.

They moaned loudly together as he came, pumping his seed, shaking and sweating as he did. Kathy met his thrusts with her own, pushing her body into Charles's and pulling at his cock with her Klegel muscles just as she'd been instructed in one of the videos. She felt the tip of his cock touching her cervix, a feeling neither pleasureful nor painful, but the thought of a cock buried that deep inside her amplified her pleasure. And then she felt it -- a spreading feeling of warmth near her cervix, like the throat feels a cup of hot tea going down on a cold day. She had never really felt a man come inside of her like this before.

Charles issued a long sigh and slowed down and eventually stopped, tilting Kathy hips back towards her so that she could absorb as much of his sperm as possible. When he finally pulled out, there was a huge gob of semen hanging from his cock.

Dr. Bernard released Kathy's arm restraints, and without any prompting, she swung off the chair, got down to her knees, crawled to Charles and began licking and sucking all the cum off his cock. "I want all of it," she said sweetly to him, as he stroked her hair.

The Exit Interview

After that session, Kathy returned, exhausted, to her room to find a surprise. Her old clothes were waiting for her, hung up on the rack, along with her purse, and her shoes. A brand new DKNY overnight bag sat on the floor. On the bed were instructions for her to shower, change into her old clothes, pack the rest in her overnight bag and wait for further instructions.

An hour later, Dr. Bernard and Charles entered her room.

"We've decided to release you," Dr. Bernard said. "It's time for you to live your new life."

Kathy looked confused. "Where will I go -- I mean, I have no home any more."

"You'll go with Charles for now," said Dr. Bernard. Charles stood beside him, smiling like a teenager who'd just been given the keys to a new car. "You know him in one sense, but there's a whole other side to him you'll get to know. He's a very likable guy at home, and a musician, and a very good cook."

"That's good," Kathy said, smiling at Charles. "Because I can't cook at all."

"You won't have to," said Charles, "ever again."

"You're not worried I'll run off?" Kathy said, sarcastically.

"Not at all." Kathy nodded.

"But here are the rules: From here on you will not be allowed any birth control, and you will only fuck black men. If you get pregnant, everything will be paid for by the society. You will carry the baby the term and it will be adopted by a married couple."

"I can't keep my own baby?"

"Not unless you marry within the society. Until then, you are a vessel, and you are obliged to pleasure and serve any man in our society. And when you do re-marry, we'll return your wedding band. I fully expect one of our fine men to make you his wife. But until then, you serve Charles -- and he will show you around to our friends."

"What about my husband?"

"We'll have one of our attorneys let him know you've met someone else and left him after years of neglect. Our attorneys will file for divorce on your behalf. The society will cover all of your legal costs."

"What about my career?"

"We'll help you find a new job. Our members are senior executives at some of the largest companies in the valley. We want you to be successful, visible, and social. It's your sex life that we own," he continued.

"And you'll introduce us to other men and women, as we expand our circle of friends."

Kathy thought about her ***** at the hotel. "That's right," said Dr. Bernard, who once again knew what she was thinking. "That's how we met you. Your friend Anna is in the Society."

Charles dangled his car keys in hand. "I'm ready when you are," he said to them. Dr. Bernard shrugged. Kathy said nothing, but took Charles's arm, and the new couple left the building Kathy had lived in for almost two months, ready for her to start new life.

Charles took a week off from work to be with Kathy her first week out of training. He took her home, to his modern two bedroom condo in the heart of the city's cultural district. Kathy hadn't lived in a city since her first few years out of college.

That wasn't all that reminded her of those early years of her adult life. In their first month together, Charles fucked Kathy at least three times a day, coming almost always in her vagina. Every time he came, he'd lift her buttocks up, tilting her hips back so that his sperm would stay inside her, holding her there for a minute before letting her down again, and cuddling with her before taking a nap himself. Kathy hadn't had this much sex since she first met her husband, Herb, and they shared a small apartment in New York City prior to their wedding.

She felt very safe with Charles. He was a strong, athletic man, and she'd come to enjoy caressing his shaved head, especially when he kneeled between her legs and ate her pussy. He was unfailingly polite and gentlemanly, opening doors for her, seating her first when they went to a restaurant together.

Through him, she found out that the Society was really nothing more than a group of men who'd gone to college or graduate school together, and formed their own club as they became successful in professional life. Most of them were doctors, lawyers or investment bankers. Charles said one of them had lined up a new job for her as a Marketing Manager at one of their companies. But right now, she was content to spend her days with her new lover, discovering him to be as sweet a man as she'd ever known.

After a month together they both went back to work and started living normal working lives. Kathy was meeting a new crowd at a company where no one knew her, her family or friends. It was like starting over.

One day after work on a Friday, Charles informed her, "We're invited to a Society party tonight, eight o'clock." He pulled out a formal invitation and read from it. "At the penthouse home of Dan and Sarah Reynolds."

"You don't sound too excited," said Kathy.

"Well, it's an honor, you know. I just -- I don't know. I'd like to spend a little more time with you, every minute I can."

"You're sweet, Charles," Kathy said, pulling his head down to hers for a kiss. "Don't' worry, I'll be fine. I enjoy meeting new people. I'm a people person, after all."

"Let's get it over with," he said.

The penthouse was huge. There were four long leather sofas arranged in a quadrangle in the center of a large living room with high-beamed ceilings. The balcony overlooked the city skyline, and way out in the distance, the ocean. It was a couples-only affair, and there had to be about 30 people in the room milling about when they arrived.

Kathy pointed out to Charles that all of the women's feet were adorned with toe rings -- many of them. "Tells you their breeding history," he said. "Left foot for girls, right for boys. Silver for the babies they had before, Gold for Society babies."

Kathy and Charles were immediately greeted by the throng of Society women. They were all wearing expensive evening gowns, and high heels. The chief greeter was Dan's wife, Sarah, a 50-ish woman with short gray hair, blue eyes, and a toothy 250-watt smile. She reminded Kathy of a politician's wife. She had two silver toe rings on her left foot, and three gold ones on each each foot. All the women had at least twice as many gold toe rings.

"We're all so happy to meet you, hon," Sarah said to Kathy, giving her a big hug. "Welcome to the Society." While the women were welcome-wagon friendly, Kathy noticed that the men were keeping mostly to themselves, eyeing her curiously.

"Grab a *****, hon, and come on over here by the fire," said Sarah. While the men gathered together near the balcony doors, the women gathered by the hearth for some girl talk.

"Charles is a dream boat," one of the women said. "An old-fashioned man, too. Very gentle."

"Yes," Kathy said, "yes, he is."

"Are you going to marry?" of the younger women, Evelyn, asked.

"We're not sure," Kathy said.

As the wise elder of the group, Sarah offered Kathy advice. ""Marry as soon as you can," she said. "If you get around too much, you may find yourself pregnant two or three times and as the years go by, the more difficult it will be to find a permanent partner." The women around her nodded.

Sarah looked at her watch and told the ladies, "We'd better get ready. It's almost nine." She grabbed Kathy's hand and said, "Come with us, sweetie."

She took the women, all fourteen of them, to her master bedroom. It had a huge room-sized closet within it, with custom made wood cabinets and racks of Dan's expensive suits, and racks of Sarah's expensive clothing and shoes, a separate rack of brand new lingerie and intimate clothing, still tagged, in different sizes for the women to inspect. The women went right to it, looking through the items and taking one or two to try on.

"Pick out something sexy for yourself, hon," Sarah said. "If you want to get Dan excited, try the black teddy. I wear it all the time for him."

"What are we doing?" Kathy asked.

Sarah smiled at her. "This is what we do at Society parties. It's show and share time."

En masse, the fourteen ladies of the Society left the bedroom and entered the large living room to a round of applause. The men's conversation was now muffled, as they looked at their ladies and admired them, commenting to each other quietly.

Then the host, Dan, broke the ice. "I want to start by welcoming our newest member, Kathy, consort of Charles Knox." Everyone in the room applauded, some of the men whistled, and slapped Charles on the back in congratulations, and shaking his hand. "Charles has been in our Society for two years, but is the first time he's had a new female."

Dan and Charles walked directly over the Kathy and stood with her in the middle of the room, the whole crowd assembled around them in a circle, white women on one side, black men on the other.

Dan hugged Kathy, gave her peck on the cheek and said, "Welcome. You're a lovely addition to our Society." The black men and white women responded with soft applause.

Charles walked behind Kathy and stood there, placed his hands on her shoulders as if to steady her. There was an awkward silence for a moment, and Kathy wondered what was next. Then she knew. Dan stood before her, unzipped his pants, and removed his cock. Though it was not fully erect, it was huge, at least as large as Charles's. He held it in front of Kathy, and he began to stroke it.

Kathy looked at him, looked at the men in the room, then the women, as if for instruction on what to do next. Sarah caught her eyes and nodded in the direction of Dan's cock.

Kathy looked at it. She knew what he wanted. Slowly, she lowered one knee to the ground, then the other, assuming a kneeling position before Dan. Charles stayed behind her. Kathy took Dan's cock in her hands and rubbed it. She cupped his balls in one hand, and guided the shaft towards her mouth, starting him off by sucking gently on the head.

The crowd immediately erupted in applause, surprising Kathy, who pulled back for a moment before Charles gently guided her head back onto Dan's cock.

After the applause settled, the men and women walked towards each other and started to mix. Dan pulled Kathy to her feet, and he and Charles walked her over to one of the sofas.

Kathy was so pre-occupied with Dan and Charles, she didn't know much about what was happening in the room. They were keeping her very busy, but she caught a glimpse: Everyone either naked of half-dressed, some women in nothing but thigh highs, men fucking them with nothing but their socks on. Sarah was laying on the floor nearby -- well, not exactly on the floor, but on a black man who was in her ass, while another man was fucking her vagina.

She had never been to an orgy before, and had only seen one in an adult movie she and some of her college friends rented years ago. But now she was part of one.

"Focus on me," Charles whispered in her ear, as he position her to lie down on the couch, and part her legs. Dan sat by her head, leaning his cock towards her mouth, which she opened for him.

Charles fucked her slowly, and Dan was careful to match his rhythms. "When you going to speed up a little," he asked Charles. "I really want to fuck her face. She's hometown pretty."

Charles ignored him, and maintained his slow, deep penetrations.

After a few more minutes, Dan pulled his cock away and got up and stood behind Charles, tapping him on the shoulder. "Give me a turn," he said.

"You can't have her pussy, Dan."

"Oh fuck me!" said Dan. "I gave you Sarah twice last month, now that you've got a real breeder you can't share her once?"

In the short time Dan had left her mouth, another man had taken Dan's place, and Kathy was taking all of his nine inches into her throat. She didn't even know his name.

"Here's how it is," Charles said firmly: "Nobody gets her pussy tonight. Kathy loves to suck cock, and that's what she's doing tonight."

"Well you know, Charles, I'm insulted."

Kathy up in the sofa, stroking the stranger's cock slowly, watching the men battle over her, and started to giggle. She couldn't remember the last time anyone fought over her. Charles's feeling of ownership impressed her, and made her feel more secure among the strangers at the party. She started to relax and have fun.

"Come over here," she teased Dan, "I'll kiss it and make it better."

"You're already sucking one cock," Dan said. 'Think you can handle two?"

Kathy gave him a naughty grin, "Come here," she said softly.

He did, and Charles watched in amazement as Kathy took him in her mouth with enthusiasm, and alternated sucking one then the other.

"Oh yeah, suck it," Charles said to Kathy, as he got back on his knees and pushed his cock back into her vagina. "That's a good girl," Dan said to her. "Now suck us both."

Without hesitating, she grabbed both cocks and brought them to her lips, kissed them, then opened her mouth as wide as she could and guided them both inside.

As she did, she caught a glimpse of one of the women filming her with a video camera. Kathy looked at the camera and the woman smiled. "It's just for Society use," she said. "Forget about it and just enjoy yourself." Kathy remembered the videos in her bedroom at the training center; now she was the woman in the videos that other women would see.

Charles fucked her faster and harder as he watched Kathy working her mouth over the heads of both cocks, and felt himself wanting to come -- but held off, not wanting to finish for fear that someone else might take his place. When the two men came in Kathy's mouth, Charles felt overwhelmed, and came as well. As usual, he stayed inside her for a while then tilted her hips up.

"Let's get out of here now," he said to Kathy. "Just come with me to the bedroom." They dressed together, and Kathy wondered why he was so worried about her.

"What's wrong, Charles? I think I can handle a party like this."

"I know you can, honey but..." He held his words then said it: "I don't want anyone in your pussy right now. That's all." And with that, he made a stealthy exit from the penthouse.

A few days after the Society party, Kathy discovered that she was pregnant, for the first time in 21 years. She was excited to know that she was, indeed, fertile, and that her failure to conceive again was not her own.

But that feeling cut both ways; suddenly, she also felt badly for her ex-husband: He didn't even know. Perhaps, she thought, it was for the best.

During her pregnancy Charles continued to fuck her several times a week, moving to her mouth more and more as her belly grew.

She also learned to enjoy anal sex; Charles was unbelievably gentle with her, and soon it he entered her easily almost any time.

Kathy had never known a man who eroticized pregnancy. Instead of watching TV or movies together during weekday evenings, they would sit together on the sofa naked, her head in his lap, sucking his cock slowly for thirty, forty minutes, as long as he could hold out, while he ran his hand all around her belly and massaged her vagina and clitoris, or through her hair. "That's the cock that made your baby," he'd remind her again and again. "Worship that cock, it's going to make you more babies."

She was several months pregnant, and having the best sex of her life with a strong and handsome man every other night, doing things she never thought of doing before. It was the craziest, happiest time in her life.

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A Quick Ten Bucks


Philip sat on the floor in front of his window, his binoculars trained on the Hammond house next door. Holding the binoculars in one hand, he had his other hand wrapped around his big, hard prick. His neighbor Vicki Hammond was standing right in front of her window undressing for bed, just as she did every night. It now almost seemed like a ritual. He would get out his binoculars and she would undress for him. She, pretending she didn't see him gawking at her through his binoculars and he hardly even bothering to hide anymore.

At last she was naked. Stepping in front of her floor-length mirror as Philip pored over her body with his binoculars, she pretended to be studying her body. Her long, brown hair hung down almost to the middle of her back. Her pretty face had a pixyish quality to it. The smile she had on her lips simmered of sensuality as she reached down and cupped her big tits. Hefting the heavy, round globes for him, she lovingly cupped them, teasing the big, puffy nipples into hardness as he gawked on in adoring reverence. The big cups of darkened flesh tipping her beautiful tits had to be at least two inches across, he giddily thought. Then, she lowered the dangling treasures back down onto her chest and slowly ran her hand down over the flattened perfection of her taut belly. Just as she did every night, she turned slightly, toward him and teasingly spread the lips of her pussy apart, exposing the juice-filled vestibule between them while he gawked on through his binoculars.

Philip's hand was jerking up and down faster and faster, making the binoculars wobble and quiver in his other hand.

Focusing on her pussy, he saw that as usual, there was only a scant, little trail of curls stretching out above it. The swatch of kinky brown curls couldn't be more than a half-inch wide. Following her hands with the binoculars, he saw them slowly run down her long, perfectly shaped thighs, stopping at her knees as her big tits dangled down below her jiggling and bobbing heavily.

Just then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw the bedroom door open and he jerked back away from the window, hiding himself in the darkness of his room. Still watching, he saw Vicki's husband, Frank step up behind her and wrap his arms around her. He held her in a tight embrace for the longest time before she turned in his arms and they kissed. Frank ran his hands down to her round, perfect butt and pulled her against him as she thrust her hands down between them to the front of his pants. Philip watched her fumble with the front of his pants for several moments before Frank finally stepped back away from her. As he did, Philip saw Frank's big, half-hard cock flop out into view. It was sticking out, heavily bobbing with it's bloated head drooping down and slowly lifting itself up into the air as he saw Vicki laugh and say something before she suddenly dropped to her knees in front of her husband. Philip watched her reach up and lift her husband's cock up to her lips where she quickly sucked it into her mouth. Philip's fist was now flying up and down his cock as he watched her hungrily gobbling on the big, thick cock.

Just then, at the precise moment the curtains snapped shut, Philip felt his cock kick and a giant spume of cum came flying out of its head, shooting at least two feet straight up into the air.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" he cursed, continuing to milk his cock as it jerked and shot wad after wad of thick, gooey cum onto the towel he had spread out between his legs . . .

The next morning, Philip lay soaking up some rays on the elevated deck his ****** had just completed. The deck was built so that one could enter it from the second floor of the house or the first floor, thus giving them two facilities for the price of one. One could sit on the top with the sun, or on those blistering hot days, one could duck under it and receive protection from the sun.

Philip was eighteen, in a hiatus between high school and college as he lazily lolled the summer away.

Then, taking a swig off his beer, he heard someone opening the back door of the Hammond house. Looking over their adjoining fence, he saw Vicki come out through the door carrying a laundry basket in her arms. Walking over to the clothesline, she dropped the basket to the ground and looked over at him. She was wearing the tightest fucking pair of short shorts he had ever seen. And to top it off, she had on a halter top with a sweeping, low-cut neckline that left the majority of her major-sized tits bare. Waving, she then bent down and pulled out a pair of sheer, black panties. As she did, her big tits bobbled and threatened to escape their cloth prison. Standing back up, she quickly pinned the sheer, black panties on the line. Then, she looked over and gave him another big smile before she leaned down and pulled out a second pair of panties. Unlike the first one, these were a sheer pink pair. Then, as Philip gawked on in a daze, she proceeded to pull out pair after pair of all types of panties. Sheer ones, Brazilians, v-strings, French-cuts, thongs; they all fluttered in the soft breeze blowing across them. Another big smile, and then she started dragging out brassieres. Half-cups, peek-a-boos, push-ups, lace-edged ones, they all soon dangled down from the line as she finally gave him another little wave and went flouncing back across the yard, swishing her delectable ass from side to side. Then she stopped at the door, looked at him over her shoulder and gave him one last wave.

Philip sat in a testosterone-induced fog as he watched the collection of panties and bras fluttering in the summer breeze. Was this a message? Or was she just showing them off to tease him. Taunt him with knowledge that he couldn't have what they hid? Was she just the biggest prick-tease in the history of the world?

Then, a couple of minutes later, he heard the grating buzz of the front doorbell. His ****** had rigged a second buzzer off the front doorbell that rang in the backyard so they would know there was someone at the front door while they were out lounging in the backyard. Dropping his clogs down onto the deck, Philip went clomping over to his room. Going through the bedroom, he hurried down the stairs and headed for the front door. Stepping up to it, he peeked out through the peephole.

It was Vicki!

What did she want, he feverishly wondered, grabbing at the doorknob and quickly jerking the door open.

"Vic, uh, Mrs. Hammond," he grunted, his eyes dropping down to her big tits that jutted out against the thin material of her halter top.

"Hi, Philip," she said, smiling as she watched his eyes feast on her unrestrained breasts. "I was just wondering if you would like to earn a quick ten bucks?"

"Uh, uh, sure, I guess," he stammered, finally able to lift his eyes back up to her face. "Doing what?"

"Washing my car," she said, a knowing smile playing over her lips as she moved just enough to make her big tits wriggle and bobble under her top.

As she did, his eyes dropped back down to her tits.

"Yeah-yeah, I can do that," he muttered, looking back up at her face.

"Thanks," she laughed, tossing him the keys. "It's in the garage . . ."

"Okay," he said, lunging at the keys, trying to catch them in the air before they fell to the doorstep.

Grabbing them out of the air, he watched on in stunned silence as she spun and started back down the sidewalk. Like tracking radar, his eyes locked on her beautiful butt concealed under the pair of tight, red short-shorts as it enticingly twitched from side to side.

This is too fucking amazing, he thought to himself. Was she flirting with him? He had always thought she was the hottest fucking fox in the whole neighborhood. Fuck, in the whole damned town and he had whacked off watching her undress on countless nights! But this was the first time that she had made any overtures toward him. Maybe she was just a big prick tease after all...and this is how she got her jollies...teasing, young, helpless teenagers! Teasing him, taunting him to show off her agonizing control over him? Whatever, he giddily thought, finally lurching into gear and bumbling along behind her as she led the way back to her house.

Then, as she strutted by the garage, she pointed to one of the double doors.

"In there," she laughed, the swing of her hips becoming even more pronounced as she continued up the sidewalk to the front door of her house.

When she finally disappeared into the house, Philip stepped over and shoved the garage door up. Philip didn't know how much money Frank made, but he could afford to buy his sexy, little wife a sexy, little sports job. It wasn't new, but it must have set them back a few dollars. And since Vicki stayed at home, it must all be on Frank's shoulders unless she had a home business of some kind.

Well, there was one home business she could start, he told himself! And he would become her best customer...

Flipping open the door, Philip crawled in and backed the car out onto the driveway. Turning it off, he crawled out and found the hose. Just then, as he rinsed the car off, Vicki came strolling out of the house in a bikini that could have easily been stuffed into a thimble with plenty of room to spare. Philip's eyes popped out as he ogled her with open-mouthed adoration.

Stepping toward him, swinging a bucket in her hand, she was a spectacular display of beauty in motion. Her big tits were openly displayed with only the big, darkened tips covered by the tiny cups of her bikini. And the material was so thin, Philip could easily make out the jutting knobs of her big nipples thrusting out against it. The top offered no support whatsoever to her mountainous tits as they frolicked and bobbled about freely, threatening to escape from the tiny cups at any moment. Running his eyes downward, he saw that the bottom of her bikini barely even covered the tiny swath of brown curls that he knew was hidden beneath it along with her cunt. The top of the V couldn't be more that two inches across and the bottom of the V bulged out on each side with a distinct vaginal crease running down its center. And below that, the V narrowed even more, down to nothing more than a lace of red disappearing between her long, luscious legs before it curved up between the cheeks of her delightful ass. The only thing that held it secured around her waist were the two tiny little bows that rested on each hip. And speaking of legs, he giddily thought. She was fucking wearing heels! Fucking stiletto heels! A frigging bikini and heels! His mind was in a frenzy trying to take in the bounty of curves the heels arched her beautiful legs into.

"Care if I help," she smiled, dropping the bucket down in front of him.

"No! Hell, no!" he muttered, trying to regain some of his composure and stop gawking at her like some ten-year old buffoon.

Leaning down, she picked up the hose that had fallen from his numb fingers and aimed it at the bucket. As she bent over, her big tits dangled down below her while she quickly filled the bucket with water. Must have been soap in the bucket, he dizzily thought as a frothy, white foam started pouring over the top edge of the bucket.

"Here, you can have your hose back," she giggled, standing and suggestively running her hand up and down it a couple of times as she handed it to him. "I'm through with it...for now."

Staring at her in a befuddled daze, he watched her lean down again and pull out a bubble-covered sponge. Her beautiful tits jiggled and bobbled as she leaned down over the hood of her car and began to run the sponge over it in long, slow circles. Within moments, she had the hood covered in a lather of white bubbles. Then, with a wicked, little smile, she leaned down lower, pretending to reach out farther and **** her big, heavy tits through the foam.

"Oh damn . . ." she fussed, standing and looking down at her bubble-covered breasts. "They're so big, they're always getting in the way. And now look, I've gotten them all wet . . ."

"They're gorgeous," Philip ****** out, not even realizing what he had said until it spilled out over his lips.

"Why, thank you!" she giggled girlishly, running her hand up to one of the dangling treasures and brushing a finger across the jutting bud of her nipple. "You don't think they're too saggy?"

"God, NO!" he groaned out. "They're perfect . . ."

"That's nice of you to say," she said, retrieving her sponge and stepping down to the rear of the car.

As she did, Philip could see that the flawless cheeks of her delectable ass were bare. The strap of her bikini bottom was hidden down in the deep cleavage of her exquisite ass before it crept up out of the top of the crack to join the red ribbon of material wrapped around her tiny waist. Then, Philip thought he was going to have a heart attack as she bent at the waist, leaning down to run the sponge over the chrome bumper. Her long, curvaceous legs were now stretched tightly into a dizzying display of curves and swoops.

By now, Philip was almost afraid to move. Afraid that he would set off the time bomb ticking down inside his rock-hard cock.

As he stood transfixed in a testosterone-provoked trance, he could hear the water splashing on the concrete, but he was powerless to do anything about it.

Finally, he saw her stand back up and slowly turn to face him.

"Well, aren't you going to help at all?" she asked him, a knowing smile playing across her sensuous lips as she stood looking at him with her hands on her hips.

"Huh? What? Oh...oh, yeah," he muttered, wishing there was a hole he could crawl into . . . but only if she came along, too, he told himself!

Pointing the hose at the car, he rinsed off all the bubbles that she had been putting on it. Then he grabbed another sponge out of the bucket and began to follow her example. Running the sponge over the car, he couldn't help but keep sneaking peeks at her as she helped him wash her car. The enticing jiggle of her breasts was captivating. Almost as fascinating as the tight twitch of her ass when she stretched out to reach across the car. But finally they were through and stood looking down at her sparkling car.

"Well, guess that does it," she laughed, dropping her sponge back into the bucket.

"Fraid so," he muttered, wishing it had lasted longer.

"You know," she said, smiling, her icy, blue eyes sparkling in the bright sunlight. "I'm thirsty! Want to come in and have a glass of lemonade with me?"

"What? Yeah! Yeah, sure!" he grinned as a spasm of excitement jolted through his cock.

So it wasn't over yet, he giddily thought. Stepping over to the faucet, he reached down and turned the water off. Pitching his sponge into the bucket, he followed her up the sidewalk toward the front of her house. He couldn't take his eyes off the seductive swish of her gorgeous ass. With the cheeks of her ass totally exposed, it was almost as if she were naked except for the three, tiny ribbons of red snaking around her neck, back and waist.

Pushing the door open, she stepped inside. The cool of the air-conditioned air brushed across his sweaty brow, cooling it as he followed her inside. Once he was inside, she turned and pushed the door closed. At the same time she did, she spun the lock closed, too.

"Wouldn't want some thief sneaking in and taking what wasn't rightfully his, would we," she said, smiling as she brushed by him.

"No, uh, no . . . we wouldn't want that to happen," he mumbled, sensing that there might be some hidden innuendo in the phrase.

Philip watched her as she stepped over to the thermostat and flicked off the air conditioner.

"It's cold in here," she said, wrapping her arms around herself and hugging herself as she pretended to shiver.

"Well, you don't have an awful lot on," he said, longingly running his eyes up and down her body.

"Yeah," she said, shivering again, "and my top is wet! It just makes me that much colder . . . maybe I should put on some more clothes . . ."

What was she getting at, he giddily wondered? Was she hinting that maybe she ought to take her top off . . . or put on more? Should he? Should he take that next step to an already explosive situation? What the hell! He could always say he was just joking . . .

"You, you could take off your top . . . you know, if it would make you warmer," he was finally able to ***** out.

She had started toward the kitchen, but stopped dead in her tracks and slowly turned around to face him.

Oops, he told himself! He had just stepped over the line and now he was going to catch it!

"Oh! Really," she said, a sensual smile forming on her lips. "I can . . . can I?"

"Uh, it, it was just a suggestion," he muttered. "I didn't mean anything by it . . ."

"You wouldn't mind?" she said with a mischievous smile on her lips, lifting her arms and slowly reaching back behind her neck. "Are you sure you wouldn't mind . . . mind if I took my cold, wet top off?"

"Uh, uh, no, no, I, I wouldn't mind . . . I wouldn't mind at all," he stammered, not believing that she would actually do it.

"Why not," she said, laughing softly. "Since you already know what they look like . . ."

"What? What do you mean?" he grumbled, knowing that she was about to disclose their little nighttime game.

"Oh, don't act coy with me," she said as the straps of her bikini top came unlooping from around her neck. "We both know that you've been watching me undress every night."

Philip didn't know what to say or do as he looked down at her breasts. The straps of her bikini now hung down over her big tits, dangling down over her belly, but the cups wetly clung to her big tits, still hiding them from his leering gawk. Then, she pinched the straps between her fingers and thumbs and slowly peeled them down off her gorgeous, jutting tits. Another jolt of electricity fired off down in his cock as he leered down at the dangling treasures.

"So damned pretty," he muttered, watching her reach around behind her back to untie the other strap.

"You really like them?" she asked, smiling and tossing her bikini top on the couch. "They're not too droopy?"

"Oh, God, no!" he groaned.

"Are they prettier than your girlfriend's . . . uh . . . what's her name?" Vicki asked, arching her back and thrusting her big, bobbling breasts out at him.

"Debra, Debra, and God yes! Prettier and bigger, too!" he ****** out.

"Does she let you play with them?" Vicki asked him, slowly stepping toward him, rolling her hips like a streetwalker.

"Yeah-yeah-sometimes," he mumbled, watching her big tits heavily cavort as she stepped closer.

"Want to play with mine?" she asked, stopping directly in front of him.

"Yes!" he emphatically hissed, starting to reach for them.

"Maybe later," she laughed, spinning on one of her stiletto heels and strutting back across the room toward the kitchen.

Goddamn it, he muttered to himself. He'd been so close to wrapping his hands around her gorgeous tits. Maybe she was just a prick tease after all, he told himself as he watched her tight, little ass twitch and jiggle its way into the kitchen. Then when she disappeared into the kitchen, not knowing what else to do, he plodded over to the couch and sat down. Looking down at her discarded bikini top, he reached down and picked it up. Lifting it to his nose, he took a sniff of it. It smelled of perfume. Flowers and something else that he couldn't put his finger, or nose on.

"So what do I smell like?" he heard her laugh as she came strolling back into the room with a big, frosty glass in each hand.

"Uh, flowers," he said, his eyes immediately dropping to her frolicking breasts. "Smells good . . ."

Wonder what the other half of her bikini would smell like, he giddily wondered as she handed him his glass of lemonade. Pussy! Hot, sweaty pussy, he told himself taking the glass from her.

"I added a little spice to the lemonade," she grinned, sitting down beside him and crossing her long, shapely legs. "I hope you don't mind . . ."

"No, no, I don't mind," he told her his eyes drifting down from her dangling breasts to the V of red material that covered her pussy.

Seeing him look down, she slowly ran her hand down over the taut flatness of her belly to the tiny swatch of red material that covered her secret place. Grinning, she sensually **** her finger up the vaginal crease in the bottom of her bikini.

"Would you like to take a whiff of this one, too?" she asked him, smiling seductively as she took a sip of her spiked lemonade.

Would I? I'd give my right nut, he feverishly thought to himself. To do that, she would either have to take it off or let him stick his nose down in her crotch.

"Yeah! Yeah, I would," he blathered, grinning like a kid on Christmas morning!

"Well, I guess . . . if you insist," she said, her eyes twinkling mischievously.

Then he watched her lean forward and set her glass on the coffee table. Unflinchingly staring into his eyes, she teasingly reached down to the two little bows on her hips as he took a quick gulp of his *****.

"Damn, that's strong!" he ****** out, trying not to splatter her with lemonade and trying to take in a breath to cool the flames searing his throat.

"That's the way I like it," she giggled, plucking at her bikini and untying it. "That's the way I like everything . . . hard . . . hard and strong!"

Philip felt the warm glow of the ******* fan out from his belly as he stared down at her crotch. The little V of cloth stubbornly clung to her wet pussy, hiding it from view as he watched on with impatient expectation. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity to him, she reached down and teased the little wisp of cloth down off her almost hairless pussy. Another jolt of electricity fired through his cock as he gawked down at the meaty gash while she lifted her butt and pulled the long, red lace of material out of the crack of her beautiful ass.

Then, with a coy smile on her lips, she lifted the little red triangle of cloth up to her nose and took a tiny sniff. Their eyes locked for a moment, and then she slowly reached out, handing him the bikini bottom.

He immediately lifted it to his nose and took in a deep whiff. Pussy! Hot, ripe pussy, his fevered brain screamed at him. He had been right! It smelled like her beautiful, juicy cunt.

"So," she said, lifting her glass to her full, red lips and taking another sip on her *****. "What does it smell like?"

"You...you and your gorgeous, hot pussy...it smells like a wonderful, ripe pussy . . ." he groaned, growing more confident and brave with each passing moment.

"I thought it might," she laughed, slowly spreading her legs as she casually fingered her pussy. "Just thinking about this has made my poor little pussy leak all morning long!"

Oh, God, I'm going to come right in my pants if this goes on much longer, he told himself.

"See?" she grinned, spreading her long, shapely legs wider and running her finger down the fleshy rift between them.

"Damn," he cursed, staring down at her pussy as she delicately fingered it open to reveal the oozing hole that lay between the big, meaty pussy lips.

Then she slowly dipped the tip of a long finger down into the seeping hole and teasingly lifted it up to her mouth. Pursing her lips around it, she sucked it clean.

"Want to taste it?" she asked him, a naughty smile playing across her lips.

Setting his glass on the coffee table, he immediately pushed up off the couch. Scrambling around in front of her, he dropped to his knees and crawled up between her splayed legs. Wrapping his arms around her smooth, firm thighs, he dove down between them to the feast that lay awaiting him there.

"You can take your time, honey," she laughed softly, reaching down and running her fingers through his hair. "We've got all day. Frank's gone to Atlanta on business and he won't be back until tomorrow night . . ."

"Umpffff," he grunted out, locking his lips around the jutting nub of her clit.

It's only eleven o'clock, he giddily thought. And the way she was talking, they were going to spend the rest of the day in bed. In bed, fucking the afternoon away! What a way to spend the day with his beautiful, sexy neighbor . . .

"Yeah, Baby . . . Vicki likes that," she murmured, thrusting herself up against his mouth.

The dizzying aroma of her fermenting juices welled up into his nostrils as he licked and lapped at her jutting clit. She was so freaking hot, he feverishly told himself. Hot and ready! Ready to be fucked! By him! He couldn't wait . . .

Slashing his tongue back and forth across the little nub of nerves, he could feel her excitement pouring out of her, coating his chin with its sticky heat. Then as he busily attacked her with his tongue, he saw her raise her hands up to heaving breasts.

Wrapping her hands around the jiggling giants, she began to squeeze and fondle them. Her eyes were clenched shut, her head resting on the back of the couch as she gently humped herself up against his hungry mouth.

The little furry strip of hairs tickled his nose as he frantically licked and lapped away at her clit.

It wasn't long before he felt the muscles in her thighs tightening, straining against his hands. The stream of goo seeping out of her cunt was growing more profuse as she ground it against his juice-smeared chin. She was almost there. He could sense it.

Working faster, he urged her on. His tongue was flicking back and forth across the squiggly little knob harder and harder. Then, he felt her hands on his head. He could feel her long, sharp fingernails digging down into his scalp as the muscles in her thighs grew tighter and tighter.

At last, he felt it. Her body suddenly shuddered and went stiff. Loud, grunting groans spewed from her mouth as she ground herself up against his mouth. Her fingernails dug in deeper, ******* his face down into her clenched crotch as she agonized through her orgasm.

Damn, he giddily thought to himself, when she comes, she really comes. The stream of juice flowing out of her hot cunt suddenly became a river as it poured out onto his chin, ran down it and dripped down onto his tee shirt. She came and came and came as Philip kept his lips locked down around her jutting clit.

At last, Philip felt the muscles in her thighs begin to go slack.

"Damn . . ." she finally muttered as her body melted back against the couch. "Where'd you learn to do that?"

"I don't know, guess it just comes naturally . . ." he grinned, lifting his head up out of her crotch and running his tongue around his juice-stained lips.

"I don't know about that," she laughed softly, wiping the back of her fingers across his chin. "Frank doesn't do it that good..."

Then, she leaned forward and reached down to the hem of his tee shirt.

"Let's get this dirty thing off," she said, pulling it up and over his head. "It's got gooey pussy-juice all over it!"

Wadding it into a ball, she wiped in across his chin, wiping away the evidence of her orgasm.

"There, all better," she giggled, tossing it down onto the couch beside her bikini.

"Thanks," he snickered, dropping his eyes to her beautiful breasts.

"Now, let's see what you have . . ." she cooed, clutching at the big bulge sticking out against the front of his trunks, "down here!"

Pushing up to his feet, he thrust his thumbs down under the elastic waistband of his trunks and slowly pushed them down over his hips. Pushing them lower and lower, he saw that she was watching on expectantly. Then all at once, his big, erect penis sprang out into the open, pointing straight at her pretty, pixyish face.

"Goodness..." she exclaimed. "Impressive . . ."

"Haven't had any complaints yet," he grinned, reaching down and wrapping his hand around the jutting slab of meat.

"I bet you haven't..." she murmured, leaning forward and giving the bloated head of his dick a long, lingering kiss. "I bet you haven't..."

Then, she lifted her hand up to his and pulled herself up onto her stiletto heels.

"Why don't we go upstairs . . . I have a bed up there that is much more comfortable that this old couch..." she purred.

"Lead the way, Madam," he said, stepping out of his shorts.

"Why? So you can watch my ass," she laughed softly over her shoulder as she stepped out in front of him.

"Yeah," he snickered, listening to the sexy clop of her high heels on the floor and watching her delectable ass quiver and twitch with each step she took. "It's a real beauty..."

"Do you and, uh, Debra, do it?" she asked him, starting up the steps.

"Uh, yeah," he grinned, his eyes still locked on her jiggling ass. "If you mean fucking."

"Yes, Sweetie, I mean fucking!" she laughed, continuing up the stairs shaking her head.

"Yeah, but not enough . . ." he complained. "Every once in a while..."

"And what would be enough, in your opinion," she asked him as they reached the top of the stairs.

"I don't know! Five, six times a week . . . or more," he laughed as she slowed down and reached back for his bobbing prick.

"Really," she smirked. "That often?"

"At least," he said, feeling her fingers curl around his cock as she tugged him along by it.

"Well, you know that Frank is gone a lot of the time . . ." she purred. "And I hate to spend time alone. So, if you're not getting enough from little Debbie . . . come on over and visit little Vicki . . . she'll do what she can to resolve your problem . . ."

"You mean it?" he asked, not believing his good fortune.

"Why would I say it if I didn't mean it?" she asked, giving his cock a hard squeeze.

"Crap, you'll have me over here all the time," he laughed.

"Strange," she laughed a short, happy laugh. "I like it about as much as you do! But Frank and I only get together a couple of times a week. Maybe it's the age difference or I don't know, maybe he's getting a little on the side when he's on the road. But I guess that won't matter as much anymore . . . since now, I've got my own little on the side, too!"

"But . . . but, don't you love him?" Philip asked as she sat down on the edge of the bed.

"Of course! But what does that have to do with the price of eggs in China?" she smiled, as he sat down beside her and she slowly ran her hand up and down his jutting maleness.

"But how, how could you . . . you know, you and I, if you love him?" he asked her, running his arm around her and wrapping his hand around one of the dangling bounties hanging from her chest.

"What we're doing . . . it's going to be plain, pure sex, and that's al . . ." she said. "And if it starts becoming something else, I'm afraid I'll cut it off . . . the sex, that is!"

"Thank goodness," Philip snickered, "I wouldn't want you to cut off anything else . . ."

"Enough talking," she murmured, slowly scooting back on the bed until she was almost perfectly centered on it. "Time to earn your quick ten dollars."

"It'll be the easiest ten dollars I ever earned," he grinned, watching her ease down onto her back.

"Oh, you think so," she softly laughed, running her hand down to her pussy as she spread her gorgeous legs apart to reveal the wet, pinkness between them. "Maybe I'll just wear your cute, little ass out."

Philip was in an euphoric daze as he placed his knee up on the bed between her outturned feet. Slowly, deliberately he shuffled up between her legs until his big, swollen cock was bobbing directly above the delicate pink opening below.

Finally, after all those frustrating nights of peering at her through his binoculars, beating off while he dreamed about what he would do if the opportunity ever presented itself. And now he was going to get to feel her hot pussy wrapped around his cock instead of his own hand.

"You know, if I'd known that you had a cock like this," she told him, clutching his throbbing cock in her hot, little hand, "I'd have invited you over a long time ago."

"I wish you had," he grunted as she tugged his peter down to the waiting pink gash between her legs. "You don't know how many times I've beat off watching you undress at night!"

"I thought that's what you were doing," she giggled.

Still unable to believe his luck, he stared down at the delicate pink opening. Standing on his hands and knees above her, he felt her curl her hands around his waist. Then, he felt the sharp tips of her fingernails gently dig into his skin.

Looking back down between them at his jutting, twitching peter, he watched her hands drop down and find his aching penis again. Holding it, one hand wrapped around its thick shaft, she slowly ran a fingertip around its swollen head, spreading the pre-cum that was seeping out of it all around it. Finally, she ****** his tapered cock-head down between the soft, pink lips surrounding the opening of her womanhood. Seeing that the plum-colored head of his cock was fitted down between her fleshy pussy-lips, he eased his hips forward pushing the head of his cock down into the juice-slickened opening. Easing his peter in deeper, he felt its warm moistness clutch at his cock as the swollen head spread open the channel and slid down into the velvet-lined sheath.

"Vicki . . ." he murmured into her ear as he drove his prick deeper and deeper into the fiery depths of her pussy.

"Yesssss . . ." she hissed, shoving her high heels down against the mattress and thrusting herself up at him.

Then, he felt her hands on his ass, fingernails digging down into the clenched muscles, pushing him down inside her as the clinging flesh of her cunt wrapped itself around his plunging invader. Finally, after what seemed like hours, he bottomed out in the fiery chasm as he felt her tight, hot pussy grasp at his cock. At last, he dizzily thought. At last, he was inside the beautiful pussy he had worshiped from afar for so long.

"Feels so good . . ." she groaned out, straining up against him, digging her sharp nails into his butt as she ground her almost hairless groin against him.

As he stared down at her big, blue eyes, he watched her raise her pouty lips to his lips. Covering his mouth with hers, she gave him a long, open-mouthed kiss. Her hot, little tongue darted into his mouth and twisted around his tongue. Then as they clung together kissing, she began to clutch at his ass, softly pushing and pulling on him with her hands as she urged him to fuck her.

"Fuck me! Fuck me with your big cock," she muttered as their lips broke.

Easing his throbbing peter back down the juice-filled channel of her cunt, he slowly began to work it in and out of the sopping slit.

Then she pulled his mouth down to hers again.

Frantically kissing as they fucked, their tongues twisted and writhed, touching, teasing, tasting the other as their bodies meshed together and became one. Philip could feel her velvet-soft thighs rubbing against his hips as he worked them back and forth between her long legs.

Within moments, Philip began to sweat as their sweat-slickened bellies rasped against each other while they slowly fucked.

Philip could feel her big, soft breasts undulating under him, sloshing up and down making her big puffy nipples rake up and down on his chest. Sliding his hands up under her, he curled them around her shoulders and jerked her back down onto thrusting cock every time he plunged it down into her hot, hungry cunt.

As his ass jerked back and forth between her long legs, her hands lifted off his ass and wrapped themselves around his waist. Her legs were bent at the knees forming a big letter M as she dug the heels of her stilettos into the mattress and thrust herself up at him on every down stroke. She was taking his big cock down into her clinging womanhood all the way to the hilt on every lunging stroke.

Soft, moaning "unhs" gurgled into his mouth as she panted and grunted. Philip could feel her whole body tensing, gathering itself for another mad dash to the finish. At last, their lips broke as she gasped for breath. Their sweaty bodies were lewdly slapping together, sliding against one another as his cock wetly slurped in and out her hot, juicy pussy. Sensing the closeness of her finish, Philip began to drive his cock in and out of her pussy harder and faster. As he did, the coarse noises of their fucking grew louder, filling the room with the vulgar sounds of fucking.

She responded to his surge by meeting him with a fevered retaliation of her own. Her hands were all over him, clutching at him, coaxing, urging, spurring him on as the muscles in her body slowly tightened into bowstrings. He could feel her sweaty thighs squeezing against his slippery hips as he pounded his cock in and out of the tight, clutching hole between her splayed legs.

Suddenly, her back arched and she let out a loud, gasping groan as she thrust herself up at him as hard as she could.

"Fucckkkkkkkk . . ." she gasped out, kicking her long legs up into the air and driving the sharp heels of her shoes down onto his ass as her arms flew out, her hands clutching at the bed sheets.

Groaning, she strained up against him, pushing him down, ******* his hard, throbbing cock down into her spasming cunt as deep as it would go. Eyes clenched shut, head thrown back, she shook her head from side to side, flinging her sweat-drenched hair every which way. With her back arched like a bow, she thrust her big tits into his chest, crushing them against him. Philip could even feel the hard knots of her swollen nipples digging into his chest as she held him shoved down against her quivering, stiffened body while she groaned out her gratification.

Fighting to hold back the tidal wave of boiling semen inside his balls, Philip stared down into her twisted face. Her beautiful, red lips were open, letting the soft groans escape out between them. As she did, her face was grimaced into an unrecognizable mask of agony and ecstasy while the throes of her orgasm washed over her.

She was drowning in the waves of incandescent pleasure washing over her, their clutching undertow pulling her down under them. Shaking and straining up against him, she dropped her heels back down onto the bed and thrust herself up at him even harder, ******* him deeper and deeper into the mire of her imploding cunt.

Finally, it was too much for Philip as her cunt clutched and pulled at his embedded cock. He felt his throbbing cock kick as an electrifying spasm of pleasure tore through it. As it did, the giant spurted out a gigantic gush of hot, creamy cum into the clutching depths of her cunt.

Biting his lip to keep from screaming out his triumph, he heard her whimper. It felt like flames were spewing out from the ******** head of his cock as it poured out the molten lava of his manhood into her. This was what life was all about, he giddily told himself. Fucking! Nothing else really mattered, because in the end, it all boiled down to one thing. Fucking!

Philip was enveloped in a cloud of euphoric pleasure as he emptied his cock down into the hot, sucking hole between his beautiful neighbor's legs.

Clutching and sucking on his spewing peter, she milked it, coercing out more and more of the creamy treasure that was welling up from his dangling balls . . .

But, too soon, there was none left to bring up.

Philip knew that her pussy had sucked him dry, leaving his big balls achingly empty. And now, he could feel his peter slowly softening down inside the tight clutches of her cum-drenched pussy. She was still murmuring softly as her body began to relax and slowly sink back down onto the bed. Leaning down, Philip brushed his lips over hers, then ran the tip of his tongue over their soft fullness.

Then, he began to ease back away from her, pulling his prick back down the slippery channel . . .

"No," she whimpered. "Leave it in...it feels good..."

"But..." Philip started to complain, but was stopped by her soft, red lips before he could say more.

Slowly, she rolled him over onto his side, her hot cunt still wetly clinging to his cock and keeping it imbedded down inside her.

Lying on their sides, facing each other, they kissed for the longest time before ****** Nature won out and Philip felt his shriveled, withered cock slurp out of her pussy.

Whimpering into his mouth, she quickly ran her hand down between them to his shrunken penis. Tickling her fingernails over its goo-covered shaft, she began to impatiently clutch and pull at it, trying to coax it back to life. Suddenly, her mouth lifted off his and she struggled up to her hands and knees. Spinning around, she quickly dropped back down to the bed beside him and Philip found himself staring directly into the rose-petaled lips of her beautiful pussy. Then he felt Vicki's lips find his ******** giant.

Her hot lips slowly enveloped the head of his cock as she sucked it into her mouth. Then, she began to impatiently pull and pluck at it with her insistent lips. Philip could feel her big, soft tits pressing against his belly, the big nipples digging down into his skin as he leaned against her and lifted his mouth up to her pussy. As he ran his tongue over the cum-coated folds of flesh, he felt her slide her velvety smooth thigh under his head giving him a place to rest his head as he tickled and teased her clit with his tongue. Then he watched her other long leg lift into the air, bend at the knee and drop down until her foot rested on the bed just behind his head. His tongue quickly found the jut of her clit at the same instant he felt the back of her ankle touch the back of his head. Then gently, but firmly, she began to push his mouth up against her pussy with her ankle.

Philip could feel the energy flowing back into his big peter as it slowly swelled back to hardness. He could hear her loudly slurping on his cock as her lips worked up and down its expanding shaft. God, what head, he giddily thought as he felt her sharp fingernails dig down into his big, dangling balls. Then, as her hungry mouth frantically worked up and down on his peter, she roughly plucked and pulled on his balls

Flicking his tongue back and forth across the wriggling little nub of her clit, he could feel life pouring back down in his cock as Vicki impatiently sucked on it. Her hot, little tongue was swirling around it, her sharp teeth nipping at it all the while she was roughly sucking and slurping on it. As his cock stiffened and grew, he could feel its big, swollen head nudging up against the back of her mouth every time she hungrily sucked it back into her mouth.

As it did, Philip could feel her little clit swelling and hardening under his tongue. Growing, it began to protrude farther and farther out of its fleshy sheath, seemingly begging for his attention.

Her ankle was shoved up against the back of his head, pressing harder and harder as her cute ass began to jiggle and jerk. Thrusting his mouth down around her pussy and clit while rubbed her clit against his mouth and tongue, he feasted on the delicacy between her legs. Little whimpers were escaping from her mouth as Philip felt her hot breath tickle out around his almost fully erect penis.

Then he heard a soft, little gulping gurgle escape out around his cock as his cock head nudged up against the back of her mouth. But this time, she didn't stop! He felt the head of his dick slowly slide down into the tight confines of her throat as her hot lips worked their way down the shaft of his throbbing peter. They continued on down until they were wrapped around its hairy base.

"Sweet, fucking Jesus!" he gasped, jerking his mouth away from her clit and gawking down at her.

She was deep throating him, for God's sake. First time any woman had ever done it to him, he dizzily thought. She was really doing it, he told himself as he felt the muscles of her throat constrict down around his cock. Staring down at her in fevered excitement, he saw that her lower lip was nestled up against his hairy groin while her upper lip was brushing up against his dangling balls.

Then he heard another little gurgle escape out around his cock as she slowly backed her mouth and lips off his jutting prick.

Running her little tongue around over her full lips, she looked down at him and grinned.

"Did you like that?" she asked him, thrusting her pussy against his head.

"God, yes!" he gasped, breathing heavily. "No woman has ever done that to me..."

"Maybe next time I'll let you come in my throat," she murmured, "but right now, I need your big, fucking cock in my pussy . . ."

Now with his cock fully recharged, he watched as Vicki backed away from him and shoved him over onto his back. The next thing he knew, she was on top of him, straddling him with her pussy above his jutting cock. Watching her big tits dance and jiggle as they hung down from her chest, he saw her reach around behind her and snare his prick. Roughly jerking it vertical, she began to lower her pussy down at it. Then he saw the fat, dangling lips of her pussy encircle the plum-colored head of his cock. The soft pink of her pussy contrasted sharply with the angry purple of his cock-head as he felt it begin to penetrate her moist warmth. Giddily he watched more and more of the big, vein-shrouded shaft of his cock slide up into the wet, oozing gash between her legs.

Standing on her knees, her legs straddling him with her shins resting on the bed, she pointed the heels of her stiletto heels down at his feet as she dropped lower and lower on the towering monolith sticking up out of his groin. Finally she let out a happy little sigh as her cleanly-shaven pubis settled down against his hairy groin.

Now he was once again thrust up to the hilt inside the clutching tightness of her hungry cunt.

"Do you have any of that sweet cream of yours left?" she asked him, grinding herself down around his cock.

"For you . . . anything . . . " he grunted, thrusting himself up against her and ******* his big peter even deeper into the hot clutch of her pussy.

Leaning down over him, she began to lurch back and forth, fucking his big, stiff peter with short, jerky strokes. Staring up at her, he watched her big, beautiful tits slash back and forth under her in rhythmic harmony with the jerky movement of her beautiful ass.

As she worked her hips back and forth, she looked down at him. Her long brown hair was hanging down beside her beautiful face tickling against his cheeks as she tirelessly humped away at his big, jutting prick.

Philip reached up and locked his hands around the twin treasures dangling down from her chest. Plucking and pulling, he quickly teased the jutting nipples to hardness. As she fucked him, he could feel her warm juices leaking out around the shaft of his cock and running down to coat his belly and balls with their sticky heat.

Five minutes quickly passed as she furiously fucked his cock with her hot cunt. Another coating of sweat had formed on her, glistening and highlighting every delightful curve of her beautiful body. But at last, her fevered attack ground to a halt.

"You! You fuck me," she panted, tiredly lifting her leg and crawling off him.

As she did, his big, hard, juice-slathered cock slurped out of her pussy and wetly slapped down on his belly sending drops of her juice flying everywhere.

"Yeah . . . yeah," he grunted, struggling up to his hands and knees.

But she made no move to roll over onto her back. She just stood on her hands and knees smiling expectantly.

"Doggie . . ." she murmured, wriggling her hot, little ass around in circles.

"Arf-arf," he barked softly, clumsily crawling over behind her and up between her calves.

Staring down at the round perfection of her beautiful ass, he curled his hands around the swell of her hips and slowly lifted her butt higher into the air. As he did, she spread her legs and scooted back until her calves were brushing against his. Wrapping one hand around her tiny waist, he grabbed hold of his cock and led it up to the oozing gash of her womanhood. Quickly fitting the purple head of his cock between her fat, gorged pussy lips, he let go of it and lunged upward, driving his entire cock up into the warm moistness of her cunt in one fell swoop.

"Yeah . . . like that . . . hard and deep," she groaned, thrusting her soft, round ass back against him.

"Like this . . ." he grunted, jerking back and ramming his cock into her at the same time he jerked her back against him, ******* his peter even deeper into the hot clutch of her cunt.

"Yeah, like that . . .hard and fast . . ." she murmured.

Philip immediately began to pound his prick in and out of the frothy hole between her legs. Grunting and panting, he hammered his cock in and out of the slippery, goo-filled channel of her cunt. He could feel her pussy clutching at him every time he pulled back as he roughly fucked her. Juice was pouring out of her and running down her inner thighs coating them with its glistening wetness. Her big, dangling tits sloshed back and forth under her in rhythm with the jarring slap of his belly against her upturned ass. Murmuring softly, she worked with him, thrusting herself back against him every time he drove his cock into her pussy. Another Five minutes passed as Philip tirelessly pounded away at her. Finally, she reached back and pushed him away as she leaned forward dragging his dripping, wet cock out of her hot box.

"What?" he asked, afraid that he'd done something wrong.

"Nothing," she said, dropping down on the bed and rolling over onto her back.

Lying on her back, she pulled her long legs up against her big, gravity-flattened tits. As she did, her pussy tilted up, still oozing out its readiness.

"Now!" she grinned up at him, her knees brushing against her chin.

Dropping down over her, he slipped his arms under the crook of her knee and ****** her legs down against her tits. Then, he dipped his hips and easily found the opening of her juice-slickened cunt with his big, stiff cock. Working his cock in and out of the drooling hole, he began to fuck her harder and harder. Panting with effort, he mercilessly sawed his cock in and out of her. On every stroke, he jerked his hips back, pulling his cock back as far as he could without pulling it out before he hammered it back into her.

The backs of her thighs were pressed against his chest and he could feel them tightening, growing more and more tense with each passing second. She had her eyes tightly clenched from the effort and her pouty lower lip was pulled into her mouth, between her perfect white teeth as she groveled her way toward another orgasmic eruption.

Philip's ass and hips were a blur as they flashed back and forth. He was at full throttle now! Fucking her with everything he had. He was holding nothing back! He was fucking her as hard as humanly possible!

At last, he felt it. Her ass began to tremble and shake at first. Then the trembling spread out over her whole body as it began to shake and shiver, too.

"Oh God! Oh God! Oh God . . ." she gasped, arching her back and thrusting herself up at his pounding attack.

"Fuccckkkkkkkk!" he gasped as he felt her hot, spasming pussy trigger a massive eruption down in his balls and cock.

Bucking and kicking, his big cock began to spurt out thick, clinging gobs of cum into her clutching cunt. As it did, he felt her fingernails dig down into his ass, pulling him ever deeper into the clinging quagmire down between her legs.

"Yesssss! Yesssss! Yesssss!" she hissed out, thrusting herself up against him, furiously milking on his spewing, spurting giant as it emptied its creamy load into her . . .

On and on it went as they both came and came. But at last, they were both drained.

As they lay gasping for breath, Philip felt the electric jolts of pleasure stopped firing off down inside of his cock.

"That . . . that was fucking fantastic . . ." she wheezed, clutching her pussy down around his rapidly softening peter.

"Yeah-yeah-fucking fantastic . . ." he panted. "Best fuck ever!"

"Yeah, me, too," she tiredly grinned.

"You mean it?' he questioned her, wanting to believe her . . .

"Yeah . . . why would I lie?" she asked him.

"To make me feel good, I guess," he grinned.

"Well, I ain't lying," she laughed, squeezing her cunt down around his cock sending it slithering out of her cum-filled cunt.

"Well, you were right about one thing . . ." he mumbled, rolling over onto his back beside her.

"What's that?" she asked, a playful smile on her lips.

"About the ten dollars . . ." he grinned, wiping his hand across his sweat-covered forehead. "That was about the hardest ten dollars I've ever earned . . . but it was also the most fun ten dollars I've ever earned . . ."

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The Lamp


Mike was downstairs on the Internet. He'd had a hard day at the office. His boss was on his tail again about not making enough big sales. His colleagues were gossiping about him, since he'd lost the big contract with Schmertzel's. When he got home he got a call from his brother who wanted to know when he was going come up with the $100.00 he lost on the Raven's games. Now, as he was trying to unwind, his wife was upstairs whining. He could hear her all the to the back of the cellar where he had hidden himself away in his downstairs office with the door closed. Finally, he could take no more. He went to the door. "Dear? Is there is anything you want or need?" Mike hated himself. He was so henpecked it wasn't funny. His wife knew it, and she merciless.

Tammy, his wife hadn't worked since they gotten married three years ago. When he married her she was a lighthearted, happy go lucky, wonderful, sexy girl. Now she was, for want of a better phrase his 'wife bitch'. He thought that all the time, but he could never get up the courage to tell her to her face.

Tammy hollered down. "Are you going to take out the trash tonight, or is it going to sit in the back and smell up the neighborhood again like it did two weeks ago?"

Mike, to his great regret, had gotten home after midnight two weeks ago, and had forgotten to take out the trash. Tammy had hounded him every day for a week until he could get the trash out for it's regular weekly pick up. Now she was at it again. Mike thought that sometimes she lived just to badger him.

Tammy yelled down again. "Mike your brother called again today. He wants to know if you're going to pay up on that stupid bet you made. I told you not to count on the Ravens. They never win when it matters."

Mike called back upstairs. "I'm getting the trash out now dear. I'll see my brother tomorrow so he won't bother you again."

Tammy yelled down. "What do you mean he won't bother me? He bothers me all the time! He bothers me because you're so stupid! You made a stupid bet. Every time I go to the checkbook I'm reminded of your stupidity, and your brother's willingness to take advantage of your stupidity."

Mike didn't call back. He knew she was right. She was always right. He had been wrong about everything ever since the first day they got married. Mike thought. Oh, I'll regret that day every day for the rest of my life.

Tammy yelled down one more time. "That trash out yet?"

Mike called back. "I'm getting it now honey bunch."

Tammy hollered down again. "Stop calling me honey bunch. You dumb *****"

Mike went outside and grabbed the trash bag. Tammy had it thrown down from the porch. As usual the bag burst, so he had to clean up the mess. Tonight it was old coffee grounds and uneaten cat food from her stinking Siamese cat. He hated that cat. The damn cat hated him too.

Mike lugged the half-opened trash bag toward the can. As he walked, no lumbered, toward the trash-can he noticed something sitting in the grass. He figured some one of his neighbors had probably filled their trash-cans up, and thought why not just dump their extra trash off on poor old Mike. It happened all the time. He was used to it.

As Mike got closer to the can he saw the garbage beside his can looked kind of funny. When he got up on it he could have sworn it looked like an old lamp. Wow! He thought. It is an old lamp!" After putting the half-broken bag in the can he picked up the lamp. He shook it. He could have sworn he heard something from inside it. Mike figured, with his luck there was probably a black widow spider inside waiting to jump out and bite him. He held the lamp up to the moonlight. There seemed to be some old writing on it. He heard that sound inside again. He tried to read what was written but it was too dirty so he gave the lamp a quick wipe with the sleeve of his shirt.

No sooner had Mike wiped the lamp than out jumped a man. It was a big man. He was black, and he looked pissed. He looked at Mike and said. "Well it took you long enough. Why the hell didn't you rub the damn lamp the first time I told you."

Mike was scared ****less! He spoke. "Who are you? What are you doing inside that lamp? You're black! You're not going to beat me up are you?"

The big black man shook his head in disgust. "Another stupid white asshole. No stupid! I'm a genie. You know. Rub the lamp. Get the genie?"

Mike went. "Wow, a genie, a real genie. Does this mean I get like three wishes?"

The big black genie guy grimaced, "No I'm not the three wishes kind of genie. In fact, there's no such thing as a three wishes genie. You've been reading too many Marvel Comic Books. Here's how I work. I'm the genie that's out of the bottle. I stay out of the bottle from now on. I give you all the wishes you want for as long as I think you need them."

Mike said, "Oh, I get it. I get like one wish, then you say that's all I get." Jeez. I even get ripped off when I find a genie in a bottle."

The genie scratched his head. "*****" He answered. "Did I say that stupid? No, you're going to get gobs of wishes, but eventually I'll see that you're so happy there won't be any wishes I could grant that you couldn't get yourself. Now do you get that?"

Mike got it. He smiled. "You mean I get all the wishes I want until I'm so happy there won't be anything left to wish for?"

The genie answered, "You're a thick one, but I think you got it."

At that moment Tammy opened the back door and hollered out. "Mike aren't you done with that trash yet. I want you to come inside and help me do some of this cleaning before you go to bed."

The genie looked at Mike. "Pal you really need me don't you?"

Mike looked at the genie and said. "Hey that's my wife, and I love her."

The genie answered. "I'm sure you do. Some people are stupid enough to love anyone, but don't you think you be a little happier if your loving wife were a little less irritating?"

Mike thought it over and looked at the genie. "Can you do that?"

The genie answered. "I'm a genie. I can do anything." The genie looked at Mike and said "Lean over here. I have something I want you to hear in secret."

Mike leaned over, and the genie began to whisper in his ear. Mike listened attentively. He said. "Your smart. This is when and where my new life begins."

The genie responded. "Now I want you to hide the lamp someplace where nobody can get it. It doesn't really matter. I'm your genie until the time comes. No one can take me away. It's you and me until I decide. But to be on the safe side, hide the lamp anyway.

Mike answered. "Right, I gotcha. The lamp gets hidden, And then we'll get started."

The genie answered, "Now you're talking. Now you're starting to sound like a man."

*

Chapter Two:

Tammy leaned out the back porch door again. "Mike get in here right now! I need you right now! Somebody has to clean this mess up, and I don't mean ten minutes from now. I mean right now!

Mike heard his wife calling. Shook hands with his new friend the Genie, and headed toward the house.

When Mike finally got into the kitchen Tammy was ready for him. "Where in the hell have you been? You heard me! Now look at this mess I made on the kitchen floor. You know with my back I'll never be able to wipe all this sugar up. So get your ass in gear!"

Mike just stood there. He thought to himself. Now is as good a time as any. He smiled at Tammy and said. "Yaba Daba do! No more noise from you!"

Tammy was incensed. What was his problem? She decided to really lay him out. She started yelling at him at the top of her lungs. Nothing came out! She yelled again, louder. Still nothing! She screamed as loud as she could. Nothing! She was speechless. Tammy was dumb struck, literally. She thought. What the hell is going on?

Mike looked at Tammy. He saw her mouth moving, but nothing was coming out. He thought. Well holy **** and bologna. The damn Genie was for real. Mike looked at his wife trying to make a noise. Any noise. He thought. This could be good, really good.

Mike spoke again. "Yaba daba gibble. If you want your voice back come here and give my prickie a nice little nibble."

Tammy heard what he said. Her thought was. You *** of a bitch! You'll get a nibble all right. If I touch that flaccid little piece of **** you call a dick it will only be to bite the sucker off. She opened her mouth to tell him what she was thinking. Nothing, not even one word, came out. She was getting scared. She thought, He's done something to me. Some sort of subliminal suggestion thing or something.

Mike smiled at his loving wife with the big ****ty mouth. He said. "Tammy if you want to say something to me, nod your head."

Tammy was pissed, but she nodded her up and down.

Mike spoke again. "Tammy dear, if you really want to speak to me you'll need to take the anti-voice antidote."

Tammy gave him a confused look.

Mike went on. "The only antidote for your loss of speech is to swallow some semen, my semen. Now if you want to say anything to me, I suggest you get down on those beautiful little knees of yours, pull down my zipper, then gently, and I mean very gently pull out the meat dragon. Then you should carefully give it your whole-hearted undivided attention until you get the surprise you need to get to talk."

Tammy stared at Mike like he was nuts. She wasn't going to take this **** from him. She stood back, lifted up her right hand and flipped him the bird. Then she leaned back against the sink and crossed her arms. She thought. Now let's see what the *** of a bitch says about that.

Mike was starting to enjoy this. He said. "Yaba daba apparel. Have all Tammy's clothes unravel."

Tammy smirked, in spite of his stupid comment nothing was happening. Then she started to feel uncomfortable. She looked down. All the buttons on her blouse were coming loose and falling off. She felt the belt that was holding her skirt up fall to the floor. Holy **** she thought! What the fuck! Even as she tried to speak the zipper on the side of her skirt snapped open and fell off the dress. Her dress started slipping down to the floor. She reached to pull it back up. As she reached for her dress she felt her bra straps come undone. She was losing her bra. The elastic that held her panties on had disappeared. She felt her panties come loose and start to fall to the floor. She thought. This can't be happening! Things like this just don't happen! Things couldn't get worse. But they did. While trying to pull her skirt back up and hold on to her now unelasticized panties she realized all the elastic in her socks was gone, and the buckles holding her shoes had come undone. Thank goodness her blouse couldn't go anywhere since it was wrapped around her shoulders. Wait a minute. She felt the stitching holding her sleeves come undone. Her blouse was coming apart. All her clothes were coming off and sliding to the floor. It took another fifteen or twenty seconds, but before Tammy could catch her breath all her clothes were in a little pile on the floor around her feet. She was completely naked! Tammy took her arms and tried to cover herself. She used one hand to try to cover her breasts and the other to cover her vagina

Mike watched his wife. He thought. This is great! She standing there with nothing on trying to cover herself up in front of her husband.

Tammy thought. What was he doing to her?

Mike started laughing. He'd never seen his wife in such an alarming situation. He spoke again, "Tammy sweetie, if you don't hurry up and get down here and give me that big treat I asked you for I'm going to have to do something you really won't like."

Tammy didn't need any more encouragement. If she needed to give him a blowjob to get things back in order, then she'd have to make the sacrifice. Tammy slipped to her knees in front of her husband. She reached over, pulled down his zipper and yanked out his penis.

Mike scolded her. "Now Tammy, you want to be gentle. Our little man likes the soft touch."

Tammy grimaced but slowed down. She gingerly pulled out his now massively erect penis. She thought to herself. "This is the biggest I've seen this little squirt since our wedding night. He must be really enjoying himself."

Tammy slowly went to work on Mike's wacker. First she gently kissed the end, then his head right at the hole. She took her tongue and slowly wrapped it around his head. Then gradually, ever so gradually she started to take him in her mouth. He was big, hard, and hot. This was the biggest he'd ever been. She started moving her mouth around his penis. She started to suck. Easing her head back and forth over his instrument she felt him getting ready to ejaculate. She didn't want his sperm in her mouth so she pulled off and grabbed it with her hand. She started pulling on it with her hand.

Mike warned her. "Oh no Tammy dear. If you want to say anything you'll have to take it in and swallow."

Tammy looked up at him angrily, but she put his dick back in her mouth. She went back to work pulling back and forth with her head. She used her tongue to try to encourage a more rapid climax.

Mike was enjoying himself immensely. He knew that he was about to let go. He thought. This is great. I'm going to enjoy my new life. With that he shot his load.

Tammy felt him getting ready to shoot. At the last minute she pulled her head away. Semen, piss, and pre-comb squirted all over her face. She coughed and ******. She had gotten some of it in her mouth. Oh, God! She hated the smell and taste of the stuff. It smelled like Comet cleanser and tasted like Elmer's Glue.

Mike chided her. "Now Tammy. You're not going to be able to talk if you don't slurp it all in and swallow."

Tammy tried to talk. **** she'd done the deed, but no words were coming out.

Mike spoke again. "Tammy here let me help you." He reached down to her face, taking his fingers his started to scrape the semen off her cheeks. "Here." He said, as he held his dripping fingers out to her. "Take those sweet lips and lick your ever-loving man's fingers clean."

Tammy reached out with her mouth and licked the comb off Mike's fingers. Mike went back around her face and collected some more. He said. "Here's some more. Isn't it good?" Three more times Mike took his fingers and scraped semen off Tammy's face for her to lick up and swallow. Three more times she had to take his fingers in her mouth and lick the foul smelling jizz and swallow it.

After the third swallow Mike said, "Now Tammy say something."

Tammy started to talk, she said. "You *** of a bitch! I don't know what you've done, or who you think you are, but this is going to stop and its going to stop right now."

Mike interrupted her "Yaba daba do, No more noise from you."

Tammy's diatribe was stopped in mid syllable. Again she found herself speechless.

Mike spoke. "Tammy, Things are going to be different around here from now on. You better get used to it. You might say I've found myself. You're going to start being the good wife. You'll do everything I say, and everything I tell you to do. If you don't then there will be hell to pay."

Tammy was still on her knees, and she'd lost her voice again. She sat there, kneeling on the floor. She really wanted to get up and punch her husband in the nose, but she just stayed where she was. She was thinking. I don't know what's happened here, but for now I better go along with this.

Mike spoke again. "Now Tammy sweetie. I want you to get up. Put all those old clothes in the trash can. Then I want you to go upstairs and get out everything you own. That is all the clothing you own, and put it all on the bed. I think it's time we took a second look at your wardrobe."

Tammy started to get up.

Mike stopped her and spoke again. "No Tammy let's do this right. You're going to be my goodest little girl. Crawl on your hands and knees up the stairs, and wiggle that little ass while you're on your way." Mike watched her crawl and wiggle her way to the steps. He knew she was doing this on her own, since he hadn't said any special magical words. He thought to himself, "This is going to be great. I have a feeling she'll be doing all kinds of things pretty soon, and I won't have to use my special new skills." He yelled at her as she wiggled off. "Don't try anything, and whatever you do, don't try to use the phone to call for help." Mike laughed at his own joke. Tammy wasn't calling anybody. She couldn't speak.

Tammy went upstairs and started to get her clothes out of the closet and the dresser drawers.

Mike smiled, "Yes, the dawn of a new day."

While Tammy was heading upstairs to lay out her clothes, Mike started thinking. Hell I hate my job. I hate this house. I hate my relatives, especially my calculating brother. I hate this city, it's bad weather, high crime, and it's lousy baseball team. **** this city doesn't even have an NBA team. Cleveland, now there's a **** hole, but they even have an NBA team. Mike thought further. I got that great job offer a few weeks out on the West Coast. I could've done that. Fun in the sun! Yes, that's for me! Why didn't we? Oh, right Tammy wanted to stay close to mom and dad. Well I say fuck mom and dad. First thing tomorrow I'm calling about that job. If the opportunity is still there we're taking it. Tammy will just have to get used to a change of scenery. Hell, out there I can do a whole lot of things I can't do here. Things are going to change. Oh, boy, are they going to change!

Mike started upstairs to look over what Tammy's wardrobe looked like. She didn't know it yet, but her clothing, everything about her, him, and their relationship was about to change.

Mike walked into the bedroom. "OK, Tammy let's see what you've got." Mike looked around and with one swing of his right arm decided. "Everything's got to go. Tomorrow Tammy you stay naked, all day. Take all your clothes, everything, every blouse, dress, skirt, hat, pair of socks, set of slacks, under pants, bra, everything, put it all in big black trash bags. When I get home I'm taking everything to the community Goodwill store. You will stay in the house. You will not be able to talk. You will not be able to answer the phone. I forbid you to use the computer to send e-mails. Put you cell-phone away, no texting or anything like that for you tomorrow. Also I want you to throw all your crappy make up away. Take a nice long hot bath. Mix it up with a shower. Clean yourself from top to bottom. I want that big hairy bush you've got between your legs to be stripped clean when I get home. I want your twat to be nothing but skin. Not a single hair! Not one frond! If I see one tiny morsel of hair on your puss, I'll take the clippers and razor and I will shave your head clean as a whistle. Do I make myself clear Tammy dear?"

Tammy sat on the edge of the bed. Since she couldn't talk she couldn't answer. Since he told her not to walk, only to crawl she was afraid to get up. Bewildered, she simply nodded her head.

Mike felt satisfied. In fact he was feeling pretty good. Hell, he was feeling damn good. For the first time since they'd got married he was feeling like a man. He was feeling like he could go for another shot of Tammy's mouth. He told her so. "Now Tammy dear, I'm going to lie down on this bed. This is my bed. I'm ******** on the bed tonight. You're going to ***** on floor beside me. Right now, as I lay back down, I want to give you another chance to talk. That means you're going to get to ***** another mouth full of my man juice. Now don't try to duck it this time. ***** it all in. For you it's going to become the great elixir of life." Mike pulled off his pants, underpants and shirt. He lay down of the bed. Head propped up the pillows, his pillows now, and pointed down at his penis. "There you go Tammy. This rod's for you."

This time Tammy didn't need a second invitation. She realized she needed that sticky goo if she wanted to talk, and in spite of the way things were starting to look, she still had a lot to say.

Tammy climbed up on the bed, and crawled over toward Mike's pecker. She thought. It's going to be harder this time. He never shoots twice in the same night. She leaned forward, resting her arms on the bed and her head just over his penis she started to lick. She wanted to get him off this time She used every trick she could think of. She licked up and down. She took her tongue and circled the head. She kissed it. She took it in her mouth and sucked just the end. She even leaned down and gave his scrotum some soft licks. She wondered if this is what they meant when they talked about tea bagging. Tammy put him in her mouth and started to push herself down as far as she could. She took it so deep she started to gag.

Mike lay on the bed and relaxed. He was surprised at how good at this Tammy really was. He wondered of she'd been giving head to anybody else. He doubted it. No one would want her mouth on their dicks. He did though. She was doing a great job. Mike took his hand and started to rub the side of her face. He rubbed her neck, under her chin. He took both hands now and started pulling her head forward and back.

Tammy needed no encouragement. If this is what Mike wanted, then this is what the bastard was going to get. She could tell he was getting ready to blow again. She sucked harder. He pulled and pushed harder. Then, Ka Boom! He exploded in her mouth. She didn't back away this time. She got it all. Most of it went straight down her throat so she didn't have to taste anything. Some dribbled out a little later, but she didn't dare spit it out. She swallowed it. She swallowed every drop.

Mike pulled her head up, "Open your mouth Tammy. Let me see. Did you swallow it all?"

Tammy looked up and opened her mouth.

Mike made a big deal of looking to make sure she'd gotten it all. He could see she'd taken it all in. He asked her, "Now Tammy please don't make me take your voice away from you again, but is there anything you want to ask me. Is there anything you'd like to say?"

Tammy looked up at him. "Mike I don't know what's going on with you. But if I've said anything or done anything to make you unhappy I'm sorry. Please don't make me throw my clothes out. I like my stuff, and don't make me go naked all day tomorrow. What if somebody comes over? What could I say? Besides, what's come over you Mike?"

Mike listened, and then he answered. "First you don't have to be sorry for anything. I love you. You're my wife, but there are going to be some serious changes from now on. Let's just say I've found myself. There's nothing you can do or say about it. I'm a new man, and you're going to become a new woman. You may not like it at first, but I'm sure, in the long run you'll be a happier person and better wife. About the clothes, I hate your clothes. From now on I'll decide what you'll wear, and for tomorrow you won't be wearing anything. If somebody comes to the door, just don't answer it. I'm gong to call Frank's Garage first thing in the morning and have him pick up your car. You won't need it anymore. I'll do all the driving for the both of us."

Tammy jumped up. "What? You can't take my car! How dare you?"

Before she said another word Mike let her have it. "Aba daba do, No more noise from you."

With that Tammy found her self once again speechless.

Mike looked at her. "Now get down on the floor and go to *****. I have to get up early tomorrow. There's a lot I have to get done." With that he reached over turned out the light and curled up in the covers.

Tammy had no choice. She crawled off the bed and slumped down on their hard threadbare bedroom rug. Mike had wanted to but a new rug, but Tammy had vetoed him. Now, as she lay on the hard rug, she wished she'd let him get one. With no pillow, no blanket, no sheet, and nothing on, Tammy knew it was going to be a long *****less night for her. As she lay there she could already hear the even breathing of her husband. Her was already sound a*****. She thought. Why shouldn't he be. She'd given him two of the best blowjobs of his life. That was something else that bothered her. She'd gotten him off twice. The sucking and the swallowing had left her kind of hot. Thinking of that she quietly reached down and started to rub herself. It felt good. She wished now one of those blowjobs had been a sex job for her. She started rubbing harder. She reached inside with her fingers. She'd get herself off tonight. She rubbed her hairy bush. Well she thought, Tonight's the last night you'll be around for awhile. She felt herself start to moisten. It won't take her long. It never did. She closed her eyes and kept rubbing and tickling. See you in the morning Tammy. The comb taste lingered in her mouth. It actually doesn't taste too bad once you start to get used to it.

Mike woke up early the next morning, and, as usual he got himself off to work. Tammy never bothered to get up when he did, and for today he didn't' see any reason why that should change. What he did do was leave a verbal message for his ******** wife to stay indoors, stay undressed, and bag up all her clothes. With that he called Frank's Garage. They agreed to pick up her car first thing When he went outside he dropped her keys on the floor of her car. Then off he went.

Once Mike reached work the first thing he did was e-mail the West Coast company that had wanted him. He knew it would be several hours before he got a response since they were in a different time zone. He proceeded at his regular job, as though it was just another day. One thing he did do a little differently was to call his conniving brother on the phone and get him out of bed. Once he got his jerk off brother on the phone he gave him a simple message. The message went like this Aba daba laid. Consider the bet's been paid. Aba daba gas. Stick a carrot up your ass. Mike wondered if the second message would be taken literally.

Around ten o'clock Mike got two phone calls. Both of them were unexpected. First, the manager of the West Coast firm had made a special point of calling him to let him know the position was still open, and it was his if he wanted it. That was great news to Mike, since now he fully intended to quit his current job and never come back. The second phone message was a little alarming. His ****** called. His sister in law had found her husband in the kitchen writhing on the floor. For some inexplicable reason Mike's brother had jammed a carrot up his rear end, and no one seemed to be able to get it out. This second message was a wake up call for Mike. He had to remember from now that when he said something or told somebody to do something using his special words that the instructions would be literally followed. Beyond that, he wasn't sorry his brother had a carrot stuck up his ass. It served him right.

Mike stopped off at his supervisor's at lunch time and gave his notice. He said he was sorry he was leaving, but something had come up and it was necessary for him to leave right away. He told his supervisor he wasn't even going to clean his desk out. If anybody found anything there they wanted they could have it. The last thing he did was stop off at his secretary's desk. His secretary was named Amy. Amy was a really nice girl, much too nice for a place like this. Mike gave her a kiss on the cheek and a personal check for $500.00 He told her that was just for her to use as she wished. He also told her he would forward her his new address. If she lost her job because Mike left, then Mike wanted to be able to help her out. She thanked him for the promise of help, but declined the check. As Mike stepped away to leave, he dropped the check on the floor beside Amy's desk. He then discreetly said, "Aba daba do. This check belongs to you." He knew then that she would get the check, and perhaps enjoy the little bit of extra money. He thought it was the least he could for such a sweet girl. She had no friends and no family in this horrible city. Maybe the little bit of money would make things a little bit easier for her.

Mike left work feeling like a free man. Now he had to attend to a couple of things before heading home. First he stopped off at the park where people often walked their dogs. There was one nasty old bastard whose big brown dog always tried to bite him. He spotted the man with his dog. Mike quietly walked up behind the dog and whispered, "Aba daba grittle. Now dog get real little." To Mike's surprise, and much to the surprise of the dog's owner the vicious canine shrank to the size of a small Chihuahua. Yep! Mike thought I'm glad I tested that out on an ****** first.

Armed with his new information Mike's next stop was a pet shop. He went in and purchased their largest birdcage. It was a nice one. He also picked up a very attractive little pink dog collar. The collar wasn't really that small, being twelve inches in circumference. He thought this ought to be just about right for my needs. He stopped off at a hardware store where he bought some small padlocks, several rolls of paper towels, an angled cutting knife, a piece of foam rubber, some under padding for a rug, a small section of thick pile carpet, and about several feet of some very nice chain.. Back in his car he took the cutting knife and cut the under padding to the size to fit the birdcage. Then he cut the rug to fit on top of the pad. Last he cut a piece of foam rubber to about half size of the birdcage. Mike checked out his handy work and thought. That ought to do just about perfectly. It was time to go home.

Mike got home at his usual time. He opened the door to find his wife sitting on the sofa watching television. She was stark staring naked. He looked down the hall toward the kitchen where he saw several black trash bags. They looked to be full. He knew they were filled with all her clothes.

Tammy didn't say anything. She couldn't talk anyway. She just stared at her husband and waited for him to say or do something.

Mike spoke. "Have you eaten today honey?"

Tammy shook her head no.

Mike asked. "Are you hungry?"

Tammy shook her head up and down.

Mike said. "What do you say we call out for pizza?"

Tammy lightened up. He asked what do you say? She tried to speak. She spoke. "I think pizza would be a good idea."

Mike realized he'd made a mistake, but there was no going back right now. He'd just have to remember in the future, that when he said something like that to Tammy it could have profound consequences.

Mike asked Tammy. "If I ordered a hand tossed pizza with extra cheese and pepperoni, would you like that?" Mike had deliberately selected toppings he knew Tammy liked the least. She was a mushroom and sausage girl.

Tammy answered. "Yes, I think I would like a hand tossed with extra cheese and pepperoni."

Mike was getting suspicious and asked. "Are you just saying that to please me, or is that what you really want?"

Tammy had to make a decision. She'd been trying to talk all day, and hadn't succeeded. Whatever Mike had done was real. If she was going to retain her sanity, let alone her ability to talk she was going to have to go along to get along. Tammy answered. "Well actually I'd prefer mushrooms and sausage, but you're the boss. If you want extra cheese and pepperoni, then I want extra cheese and pepperoni."

Mike admired her honesty, but still didn't trust her. He spoke those magic words, Aba daba groan. You can talk when we're alone. Aba daba sompany. You'll be silent when there's company." He thought that should work at least for now.

Tammy spoke again, "Thanks Mike. I would have kept quiet if someone else showed up anyway."

Mike ordered the pizza. The pizza guy came, and the two of them sat on the floor, turned on the television and started to watch the news. While they watched the news Mike told his wife how he'd left his job, and taken the other job of the West Coast.

Tammy remained stone cold silent. She didn't want to move, but she doubted if she could change his mind.

Mike went on. I'm going to put the house up for sale tomorrow. We're going to sell it fully furnished. I don't care about any of this **** anymore anyway. In fact tomorrow while I take your old clothes and **** to Goodwill, you can throw my old **** in trash bags too. I'll buy some new casual attire to wear while we move.

Tammy looked at him and asked. "What about me? Will you buy me some casual clothing too?"

Mike gave his wife an enigmatic look. "Don't worry Tammy. I've got you taken care of."

Tammy didn't like the sound of that, but decided, if she were smart, to let it ride. She grabbed a second piece of pizza and honed in on the world news.

Mike didn't offer any more information. There was nothing he could say that would do anything to reassure her, and he was starting to like the new Tammy.

Together they ate pizza and watched the television. First the news, and then they watched an old movie.

Mike was getting fidgety. He thought he'd left something out, something wasn't done yet, but he couldn't put his finger on just what it was. He looked over at his wife, pointing to his crotch he asked. "Well Tammy you starting to get hungry for that special meal I know you like?"

Tammy knew what meal he was hinting at, and she didn't want it. She wanted something else. She said, "Mike isn't there something special you're supposed to check?" With that she spread her legs.

Mike realized Tammy had been sitting awkwardly all evening. He remembered now. He'd told her to shave her pussy. Mike smiled. "OK Tammy let's see what you've got?"

Tammy stood up and walked in front of her husband. She slowly and deliberately turned a full 360 degrees. She'd taken over an hour to get this right. It wasn't easy using a razor to get hair in places she couldn't see, but she was sure she'd gotten it all. Then she'd taken several kinds of skin cream and rubbed them in as thoroughly as she could. She hoped Mike would be pleased, not because she wanted to make him happy. She just didn't want to spend the night ******** on the floor trying to get her own rocks off.

Mike looked her over closely. He thought. 'Wow! She looks great. She looks like she's ten years old. Though he'd never told Tammy, Mike had a fetish for that sort of thing. She was clean as a whistle. She looked terrific.

Mike told her. "Tammy you look great! You look absolutely beautiful." In fact as he said that he noticed she'd gone to great lengths to scrub every nook and cranny of her body. She'd washed her hair, and he could tell she'd put a clear nail polish on. His wife looked the best she'd looked since their wedding night.

Mike gave her a serious look and said with grave authority. "Upstairs to bed woman. We have business to conduct."

Tammy jumped up. She thought Tonight she was going to get some nookie too. Off the two of them went.

When Mike woke up the next morning he reflected on the previous evening. It was the best sex he'd ever had. Tammy climbed all over him from the start. He liked that, and he reciprocated with equal abandon. She was on him, then he was on her. They must have tried every position ever invented. Her pussy was the sweetest and the most scrumptious morsel he'd ever had. She must have done something to her breasts. They were firm and pear shaped, supple, resilient, and downright suckable. He lapped and licked at them for God knew how long. He licked and sucked her labia and nibbled on her clitty until she went crazy. When he finally entered her she felt like a teenage virgin. Sweet, clean, tight, wet, and pure. It was the greatest fuck he'd ever had.

Tammy woke up feeling just as excited as Mike. It had been a great evening. For once she didn't mind sucking on his prick. He'd washed up before they went to bed. It was pink, hard, and healthy. Crap, if she'd known he could perform like he did last night she'd have demanded more attention. She loved the way he took her clittie in his mouth. She went crazy when he took his tongue and rolled it up down between her labia. He nibbled and bit on her clittie till she thought she would burst. She loved it when he slowly entered her. It was no slam bam thank you maam last night. He had done his homework. She loved it. Tammy thought. I can't wait till we go back to bed again tonight.

They sat down for breakfast together. Tammy thought that after last night she would be able to bring Mike back to his senses. She spoke. "You know Mike, after last night, are you sure you really want to give up your job here and move all the way to the West Coast?"

Mike was quick to answer. "I'm sure."

Tammy continued, "You know I could make every night like last night if you'd let me. But I think the best way for us is to stay here."

Mike answered, "No we're going out west."

Tammy responded. "Now see here Mike, I think I ought to have a say in where we live, and I don't want to leave home."

Mike answered. "We're leaving later today."

Tammy bristled and answered. "You think you know everything. Well you don't. You think a little aba daba and you're in control. Well I have news for you. I'm not leaving, and you're not leaving either."

Mike looked over at Tammy. "Tammy, Don't get cute. One good night in the sack doesn't give you the right to make the decisions."

Before Mike could finish his sentence Tammy interrupted. "Mike you're a hopeless twerp. I'rn running things around here and."

Before Tammy could say another word Mike shut her down. "Aba daba long. Your voice once again is gone."

Tammy tried to keep talking but nothing came out. He'd done it to her again. She tried making cute eyes at him, but he just smiled.

Mike said. "Tammy I thought there was a slight chance you would have learned something. Too bad. It's going to take you a lot longer, and you're going to have to go through a lot more before you figure things out. Now sit still and I mean still. I've got something I want you to have." With that he got up from the table and went out to his car.

Mike was talking to himself. I guess Tammy is just going to have to learn the hard way. A damn shame. She seemed to be almost there last night. Well, I guess some people just need a little extra incentive. Mike went to the trunk of his car. He got out the birdcage, two padlocks, and the collar. It's going to be a long trip out west for Tammy.

Mike went back inside. Tammy was still where he'd left her. He looked over at her and spoke. "Tammy you've had a sporting chance, and you blew it. I'm going to be honest with you. You can try to run away right now. You won't get very far, but I'll give you another sporting chance. In fact, to show you I'm someone who believes in fair play. I'm going to let you talk."

Tammy thought she'd try rea***ing again. "Look Mike I don't want to run. I just want us to be happy. I just want us to be happy here like we were before the other night."

Mike answered. "Neither of us was happy before. Now I think we have a real chance at happiness, but I'm going to have to be in charge. I'll make all the decisions, and you'll be the one who listens and submits."

Tammy spoke. "Submit. Submit! Me submit. You've got another thing coming." She started to get up.

Mike jumped up and grabbed her arm. He pulled her to the floor. He said. "Kneel down and don't move."

Tammy didn't know if it was something she had to do because of his little word game, or something she had to do because he was bigger, stronger, and right now towering over her. She kneeled like she was told.

Mike took the pink collar out of the bag. He leaned over her and buckled the collar on. Then he took one of the padlocks and locked it through the eye of the collar. She was in her collar, and there was no way she was getting out of it.

Tammy reached her hand to her throat and felt the leather collar around her neck. She felt the padlock that was holding it in place. She shouted at him. "How dare you. Take this thing off me at once!"

Mike looked down and smiled. "No Tammy, you've earned that collar. It stays on until I get a better one, a metal one made. The next collar I put around your dainty little neck will be engraved, and it might just go on permanently."

Tammy started to get up, but Mike stopped her with one phrase. "Aba daba call, this girl is six inches tall."

Much to Tammy's surprise, but not to Mike's, Tammy started to shrink. She stood there in dumb struck disbelief as she got smaller and smaller. Then it stopped. She looked around. The table where she'd been sitting was way too tall. She couldn't even see the top. The chair she had recently sat on was above her head. She looked at Mike. He looked like a giant. She shouted, "What have you done you me? Put me back right away. Put me back to the way I was this instant. I won't stand for this."

Mike looked down at her and chuckled. "Yes you will. You'll stand for it, sit for it, lie down for it, ***** for it, and you will learn to like it. Now before you try to get away." Mike reached down and grabbed her bodily. He noted she was still quite soft even as little as she was. Being very careful not to hurt her, he walked over to the birdcage he'd kept out of sight.

Tammy shrieked when she saw it. "No you're not putting me in there."

Before she knew it Mike had her in the birdcage. He took out the second padlock, closed the birdcage door, and locked it shut.

Mike looked in at her. "Well Tammy you couldn't or wouldn't be rea***able. Now you're my little bird. Together we're starting out for the West Coast. I'll drive if you don't mind. You can ride along on the floor of the passenger's seat. I'd let you sit on the passenger's seat, but it might get bumpy, and I don't want anything to cause you to get a bruise on your delicate skin.

Tammy grabbed the cage door and started to shake it. She shook it as hard as she could. She rattled the door with great ferocity. It wouldn't budge. "You bastard, You *** of a bitch. You can't get away with this. Someone will see me. I'll call for help. I yell all the way to the West Coast. I'll get even with you for this buster. You can't keep me locked in this little cage. I'm no canary!"

Mike laughed. "Tammy you are as small as a bird. You're just my little bird. Yes! You are my little canary. I might add my little naked canary, and I expect you to ride all the way west in your new little house." He laughed. "Are you comfy? I made you a special little bed out of foam rubber. You have your own little wall to wall rug on your cage floor. Who knows? I might just let you live there from now on. You look so cute in there. You better be good. You've got a long ride ahead of you. If you aren't real nice to me, I might just leave you in there forever.

Tammy started to cry. "I'll be good. Please let me out. Don't leave me in this horrible shitty little cage. Mike I can't stay in here this way." She shook the cage door again. The cage rattled, but didn't budge.

Mike said. "Well we'll see. It is a long drive, and I might need some sexual relief from time to time. It might be fun having a little twelve inch woman climbing up and down my meat pole." He picked up his wife in her little cage and started for the car. On his way down the drive he picked up another little paper bag. He said to himself. We can't forget our little lamp, now can we. It would be a long drive. The car had just been tuned up. It had a full tank of gas, and he was ready to get off.

Mike sat Tammy in her cage down on the floor of the passenger's seat like he promised. He started the engine and off they went. He started singing . "West Coast Baby here I come..."

Mike and Tammy drove along for about nine hours before stopping to get gas. Tammy had started complaining about having to go to the bathroom. Mike had already planned for that. While he was gassing up the car, he reached on to the back seat and got one of the rolls of toilet paper. Taking a single piece he folded it into several layers and slid it between two of the little bars of the cage. "Here you go Tammy. Pee on the paper, and tear off a piece to wipe. If you have to poop, follow the same procedure. Once you're finished throw the dirty pieces out on the floor of the car. I'll throw them out from there."

Tammy was infuriated. She was trying to find a way to get Mike to let her out the cage. He seemed to have thought of everything. Tammy was feeling ridiculous. She was a grown woman, in a tiny birdcage, with absolutely nothing on, and using torn pieces from one sheet of a paper towel, a paper towel that under normal circumstances would be something she would hold in her hand. Now it was bigger then she was. The cage, also a smallish object was bigger than she was. Everything was bigger than she was, and he made her wear this foolish looking ****** collar padlocked onto her neck. Jesus, she thought. If she ever got out of this, she'd make him pay. Brother would she make him pay. Cripes, she thought. If she ever got out. No! She meant when. She meant when. She would get out. She would. She would, she kept telling herself. He won't be able to keep me like this forever, he wouldn't, he couldn't do that to her.

After gassing up they drove on for another seven hours. Mike thought. "He'd been driving fifteen hours. He was tired and hungry. He guessed it was time to stop, get a bite to eat, and find a place to ***** until the morning. As he drove along he spotted a Motel Six with a Burger King next door.

Taking the cover for the cage, he covered Tammy up. He went into the motel and arranged for a room. Then he crossed to the Burger King and got two small fries, two cheeseburgers, and two small cokes. He knew Tammy was probably hungry too, and he wanted to be as nice to her as he could allow. He took the food into the motel room, and went back to the car.

At the car he opened the passenger door, pulled out the birdcage, still covered of course, closed, re-locked the car, and went back to the motel room.

Once inside he lifted the cover off the cage. Tammy was sitting on her rug waiting for him. Mike unlocked the padlock holding the cage door closed, opened the door, and told Tammy to climb out.

As she climbed out he warned her. "Since it's just the two of us together you'll be allowed to talk. Don' think you can get away with anything. I've got my eye on you." He went, "Aba daba go, to your normal size you may grow." He watched as Tammy returned to her full womanly size. But before she could make a move he grabbed her by her collar, took the length of chain he'd bought the previous day and after first unlocking and then re-locking the collar's padlock he had the chain hooked to her collar. He took the other end of the chain and hooked it with the remaining padlock to the foot of the queen sized bed."

Tammy was now her full size again, but safely secured by seven feet of chain from her collar to the bed. She wasn't going anywhere, but she would be available if he wanted to have a little fun later.

Tammy looked at him. "Please Mike, don't you think this has gone far enough?"

Mike answered. "No Tammy it hasn't. In fact things are going to go a lot farther before I'm finished."

Tammy replied. "Mike I'm sorry. Truly I am. I don't want to be locked up in a birdcage all the way across the continent. I don't want this stupid collar locked on my neck all the time. I don't want to be naked day and night. If I promised, wouldn't you get me some clothes, take this ridiculous collar off, and let me ride on the seat beside you like a normal human being?"

Mike answered. "Tammy I trust you just as far as I can throw you. If I let you off the hook now, you'd turn my life into a living hell. No dear, you're my little bird. You'll stay my little bird until we get to the West Coast, and if you aren't well behaved, when we get out west I'll buy you a doll's house, and make you live in that for the rest of your life. So don't ask or beg me for anything else."

Tammy kept quiet. God, Mike's really changed. When he say's he'd put me away in a doll's house I half think he's telling the truth. Worse, I think he's talking himself into doing it. He's been thinking. Then Tammy spoke. "OK, Mike. Geez, I see you bought some burgers. I'm really hungry. Did you get me anything?"

Mike was glad Tammy changed the subject, "Sure did Tweetie. Here." Mike opened the sack and pulled out a bag of fries and a burger. He handed her one of the cokes and a straw to go with it. He took the other contents for himself. Together they silently sat and munched on the chow.

Tammy sat silently thinking. "Mike's got his own plans. I'm not sure if they include me. I know he loves me, but I think he thinks he can put me aside once we get to where we're going. What I have to do is try to make sure he still loves me. I've got to be on my best behavior. On my best behavior all the time."

Tammy finished her meal and looked over at Mike. "I love you Mike."

Mike looked back at her. "And I love you too. Now let's go to bed. No sex tonight. I'm too tired, and I want to log a lot of miles tomorrow. I'll ***** up here. You stay down there on the floor. Or if you want, I can shrink you back up now, and you can ***** in your cage. I'll bet the foam rubber or the carpeting will be a lot softer and a lot more comfortable."

Tammy wanted to ask if she could ***** in the bed with him, but thought better of it. "No Mike I'll just stay down here tonight." Then she said. "Mike what if I have t go to the bathroom. I don't think this chain will reach the bathroom."

Mike looked at the chain, looked where the bathroom was, and looked at Tammy. He didn't trust her, not even for a minute. He said. "You're right. I guess its back in the cage for you."

Tammy exclaimed. "Oh no Mike. If I have to go I'll hold it in till the morning."

Mike had decided. "No, we better get you back inside. He reached around got the key to the padlock for the chain and unlocked it" Asba daba fall, back to six inches tall."

Tammy felt herself growing smaller. When she reached six inches Mike pointed toward the cage. "Back inside dear."

This time Mike didn't have to grab her and put her in. She wearily crawled over to the cage and went back inside.

Mike took the second padlock key and relocked the birdcage. He lifted the cage and carried over and placed it in a corner of the room. He considered. She'll be out of the way here, less likely to cause a stir. Then thinking of the possibility of drafts he took the cage cover and pulled it over the cage.

Tammy cried out "Please don't cover me up. I won't be able to see anything, and it'll be dark in here until you take it off. Mike? Please?"

Mike told her through the cage. "No Tammy it's for your own good. I don't want you catching a chill on that drafty floor. Get used to the dark. Goodnight. ***** tight, and don't let the bed bugs bite."

Tammy heard Mike drift back over to the bed. She heard him lie down and pull up the covers. Within minutes she heard his steady breathing. Tammy thought. Here I am in a damn cage, on the floor, in the dark, laying on a shitty little piece of foam rubber, with nothing on. He's in a bed, with a pillow, covers, and the ability to get up and do anything he wants. As she squirmed around trying to get comfortable she silently whined. What did I do to deserve this?" Together they lay in the same bedroom, one in a tiny cage on the floor, and the other lying on a big comfortable queen sized bed.

The next morning Mike was up, and ready at dawn. He lifted Tammy's cage off the floor and set it in the bed and took the cover off. While she sat on her carpeted floor, Mike took his time getting a nice hot shower. He cleaned thoroughly, he shaved, and brushed his teeth. He knew Tammy probably would like to do the same thing, but Mike had decided it would be at least another two nights before he'd let her enjoys any of these pleasures.

They got into the car and started to drive. Mike looked down at Tammy as she sat on her carpet and asked "You hungry or thirsty?"

She answered. "I'm dying of thirst, and a little something to eat would be great too."

Mike had an idea, and he wanted to see it through. As they drove along the interstate he saw an exit sign that indicated a small strip mall. He pulled off, found the mall, and parked the car near the far end of the lot. Covering her cage with the night cover Mike told her he wouldn't be long.

He walked up to the mall. He found another pet store and went inside. They had cages, but that wasn't what he was after. He remembered that most bird cages had amenities like little baths, swings, and watering tubs. He decided to get four more smaller dog collars, pink if he could find them, and he needed some dog ****** collars, each about seven inches long. He went inside. Looking up and down he spotted all the things he needed. Taking his little set of parcels he went to the check out and bought everything.

After the pet store he went for the pharmacy. Like most pharmacies it had a plethora of things one could buy. He went inside. He found a pair of pliers, and he bought some more small padlocks, a pair of scissors, a pair of electric hair cutters, some hair curlers, a bottle of depilatory cream, a tube of pink lip gloss, pink blush, a roll of bright light blue silk ribbon, a couple of inexpensive pairs of white socks, a pair of white stockings, some cheap mascara and eye liner, two colors of finger nail polish., a bottle of Johnson's Baby Powder, and a tube of skin cream. Heading down the aisle toward the check out country he espied something he thought was interesting. Along the wall he spotted several types of little bells, the kind that made that soft tinkling sound associated with Christmas. They weren't jingle bells. They the type old fashion type. He picked up two packs of them. When he neared the counter he espied some bottled water, and a package of cookies. He picked up the cookies and several bottles of water. Buying all these purchases he went back to the car.

Once he reached the car he opened the passenger's side first. There wasn't anybody nearby so he wasn't worried about being discovered. He lifted the cover on Tammy's cage. She was still there sitting on her carpet floor. "Tammy I've gotten some things for you." He reached in the bag and pulled out the two little birdcage tubs. Unlocking the cage door he reached in and installed the two tubs on the far side of her cage. Then he reached in the bag and pulled out the little perch he'd bought. He looked at Tammy. "All little birds like a perch they can sit on." He installed that. Last he pulled out what was obviously a little bird swing. He told Tammy. "Just in case you get bored today I bought you a little swing. He hooked it from the top of the cage. Look Tammy, You can sit on your little swing and go back and forth. Won't that be fun?"

Tammy looked at the things he was installing with disgust and dread. She thought. He's really planning on keeping me in here.

Mike looked at Tammy. She wasn't looking very happy. He said "Well aren't you going to try your new perch and swing set?"

Tammy looked up at her husband. "You aren't serious are you?"

He answered. "I sure am, and I'm telling you, if you know what's good for you you'll give me a little show right now."

Tammy had no choice. Mike was out to make her feel like a fool again. She climbed up on the perch. It was really only a short wooden cylinder, and it was very uncomfortable. She spoke. "Well is this what you wanted?"

Mike smiled. "Yes, now try the swing."

Tammy gratefully got off the uncomfortable perch and climb on the swing. All it was really was a small piece of plastic attached to two thin strips of nylon. The swing was more uncomfortable than the perch. She sat there feeling like an idiot.

Mike said. "Well?"

`Tammy replied. "Well what?"

Mike said. "Well aren't you going to swing for me?"

Tammy grimaced. She started to pull back on the nylon threads. Slowly, inexorably the thing started to sway back and forth. Tammy said. "OK?"

Mike answered. "Show how high you can go."

Tammy kept swinging back and forth. Slowly the swing ascended higher and higher. Tammy said. "Mike this swing is pretty flimsy. I'm afraid it might break or I might fall. Can I stop now?"

Mike was enjoying the show. "Tammy you look great on that swing. Just imagine I have my own little girl toy, in her little cage, swinging on her own little swing. Tammy you look like a sexy little doll. I might never let you out of there."