les histoires de chrislebo

Everyone on the fishing charter knew that the engine trouble they were experiencing was just an act to help publicly humiliate Amanda and Christina. However, as far as Amanda and Christina knew, they were really stranded at sea. The girls lost their bikinis because of a prank played on them by another girl onboard the boat. Unfortunately for Amanda and Christina, the prank was so successful that they didn't even know Deanna was behind it. The girls were actually turning to Deanna for help with their naked dilemma when Deanna was actually the mastermind that caused Amanda and Christina to end up nude in the first place.

With nothing else to do, the couples and the Captain sat with the naked girls and drank a beer. Even though everyone had already seen Amanda and Christina totally nude, the girls suddenly felt great shame because they were the only ones among the group that had nothing to wear. While the others on the boat were able to sit back and relax, Amanda and Christina struggled to hide their breasts and bush from the men as they waited for help to arrive.

Seeing how uncomfortable Amanda and Christina were, Deanna and Randi decided to make it even more uncomfortable for the girls by reminding them of their naked encounter from the day before. They asked how it felt to be naked and paraded through the streets, and they also asked what it felt like to be completely nude and handcuffed in front of a roomful of men. They continued their inquisition by asking how it made the girls feel to know that their entire body was on display and they were helpless to hide it from all the men in the room. Plus they wanted to know what it felt like to have a strange girl make them cum in front of a crowd.

Since most of the questions were directed at Amanda, she answered them in great detail. Unfortunately, memories of the previous day in the Los Cufrado Police Station flashed back vividly in both of the girls' minds as the questions were answered, which was very distressing for the girls. It made their faces turn red and caused butterflies to dance in their stomachs. However, their *********** was quite entertaining to the other people on the boat as they watched the naked girls blush, squirm and fidget while responding to the questions.

When the Captain's brother finally showed up, the girls were relieved that he was the only one in the little rescue boat. Unfortunately for the girls, he was shirtless and also did not have a towel or anything else onboard that would allow the girls to cover their bare bodies. The man acted quickly, even though it was difficult for the Captain's brother to take his eyes off the naked beauties. Moments later, the boats were moving. The girls watched nervously as the boat approached the shoreline, but when Amanda and Christina noticed that the boat was heading away from their hotel, they began to panic.

Amanda screeched, "Where are we going? The hotel is that way!"

The Captain said, "We have to go to the marina for repairs."

Amanda yelped, "The marina? We can't go to the marina. We're naked! Everyone will see us!"

Deanna said, "Don't worry. There are plenty of places to shop at the marina."

Christina sarcastically said, "Sure, we'll go shopping...in the nude! That's a great idea."

Deanna chuckled and said, "Yeah, that may be a problem. Well, don't worry girls. We'll think of something."

Alex said, "You'd better think fast. The marina is coming up on the left."

Amanda and Christina hugged each other in fear as they looked out at all the people walking on the docks. Then the Captain threw a rope to the dock so that the deckhands could guide the boat into the slip. The two men up on the dock were shocked to find two beautiful naked girls on the boat. Amanda and Christina had an arm across their chest and a hand between their legs as the deckhands offered to help the girls step up onto the dock.

Amanda begged, "Please don't make us get off the boat. We don't have any clothes to wear."

The Captain commanded, "I'm terribly sorry girls, but the men have to work on the boat so you'll have to leave."

Deanna said, "You heard the Captain. We have to get off the boat. Come on, girls. I'll take you over to the T-shirt Hut."

Christina whined, "But the T-Shirt Hut is right on the main street."

Deanna said, "Well, it's your choice...T-shirt Hut or total nudity."

Amanda said, "Come on, Christina. We don't have a choice."

Amanda and Christina were almost in tears as they climbed up out of the boat. The girls had to reach up with their arms so the deckhands could help them step up onto the dock. With their hands stretched out in front of them, there was no way for the girls to cover themselves. Therefore, everybody in the dock area was treated to a clear view of the kindergarten teachers' firm breasts, smooth butts and hairy triangles.

To exit the boat, Amanda and Christina had to swing their legs up over the side of the boat. In their vulnerable position, each girl gave the deckhands a beaver shot. Then Deanna took Amanda by the arm while Randi grabbed Christina's hand to lead the naked girls off the dock. Everybody turned and stared as the totally nude girls passed by. Alex and James followed close behind, staring at the exposed asses of the kindergarten teachers the whole way.

There weren't many people on the docks, but when they reached the street, there was a fairly large crowd on hand. Everyone turned to look at the naked beauties, and Amanda and Christina were once again embarrassed beyond belief. People were pointing and laughing as several men held their camera phones up to get a picture. The girls finally reached the T-shirt Hut, and Amanda and Christina quickly picked out a couple of T-shirts.

Deanna stopped them and said, "Not so fast. The locals in this town will try to take advantage of you. Let's make sure we're getting a good deal."

Amanda screeched, "A good deal? I don't care about a good deal!"

Christina added, "Yeah. Everyone is looking at us. I just want to put something on...anything!"

Deanna said, "Okay. Go ahead and pick out a T-shirt. I'll be waiting across the street."

Amanda nervously said, "But we don't have any money. You said that you would buy us a T-shirt."

Deanna said, "Okay, okay. I'll buy each of you a T-shirt, but if I'm paying for it then I want it to be a nice one. Now let's see what they have to offer."

Deanna moved slowly as she sifted through the T-shirts, thus prolonging the agony of the girls' public nudity. At that point, Amanda and Christina were totally embarrassed. However, they were afraid to say anything out of fear that Deanna would walk away and leave the naked girls to fend for themselves among the crowd of onlookers.

Then Christina meekly said to Deanna, "I know you're trying to help us and everything, but is it possible for you to hurry up. There's a lot of people looking at us and in case you've forgotten, we're still naked!"

Deanna paused, looked around and said, "You're right. You girls are drawing quite a crowd. I guess we'd better hurry up and buy a couple of T-shirts."

Amanda sarcastically said, "Ya think?"

Then the worst thing that could possibly happen to the girls happened...again! Two cops pushed through the crowd to see what was going on and they found Amanda and Christina in all their glory. Even worse, one of the cops was the female officer from the previous day.

The female cop said, "Well, well, well! If it isn't the Los Cufrado nudists. Didn't you girls learn your lesson yesterday? We have laws against flaunting your tits and asses in this town."

Amanda said, "This isn't our fault."

Christina added, "Yeah, little birds stole our bikinis."

The male cop asked in disbelief, "Little birds?"

Amanda said, "That's right. Little birds grabbed our bikinis and flew away with them, leaving us with nothing to wear!"

Behind the girls' backs, Deanna mimicked a ******** motion with her hand to imply that the girls were *****. The female cop nodded at Deanna as if she understood what Deanna was trying to say.

Then the female cop said, "I've heard enough. You girls know the drill...hands behind your backs."

In shock, Amanda screeched, "You're arresting us?"

The cop said, "That's right, now put your hands behind your back so I can cuff you."

With the large crowd in front of them, there was no way for Amanda and Christina to run away. Therefore, the girls simply gave up and put their arms behind their backs. Amanda and Christina were terrified because they were about to be taken to jail in the nude for the second day in a row!

Amanda nervously called out in disbelief, "This can't be happening again. It just can't," as the female cop cuffed Amanda's wrists behind her.

While the male cop put handcuffs on Christina, she begged, "Please don't do this to me. I'm naked! Everyone is looking at me. How can you be so cruel?"

The male cop smirked, "You were naked before we got here, so what's the big deal?"

Teary-eyed, Christina whined, "Because I'm naked. That's what the big deal is! This is all a big misunderstanding."

The insensitive male cop responded, "Well, if it's just a misunderstanding, then you'll be able to clear this all up at the station."

Then he chuckled and added, "Of course, you'll be naked during the ride to the station...and you'll be naked when you get there!"

A second Police Jeep arrived and two male cops got out to help clear a path for the girls. With their breasts and hairy triangles completely exposed in front of them, and their wrists handcuffed behind them, Amanda and Christina were pushed through the crowd. Some sleazy men, and even a few women, reached out and touched the girls' bare boobies. One man even put his hand down between Amanda's legs and ran his fingers through her reddish-brown pussy hair. The cop casually told the man to remove his hand, but that was as much effort as the cop made to protect Amanda from the crowd.

As Amanda and Christina were escorted towards the Police Jeeps, Deanna, Randi, Alex and James were all watching from the sidewalk. Everyone was running out of the nearby shops and restaurants to watch the girls step up into the Police Jeeps. Many of the people had camera phones, and some even had regular camcorders to record the event. That made Amanda and Christina very nervous because they had no idea where those videos would end up.

Christina had to lift her leg up high to get into the Jeep, which ****** her to spread her legs wide apart. As Christina stepped up into the Police Jeep, she was mortified because a man with an elaborate camera was down low and filming the beaver shot she was providing. When Christina leaned forward to climb into the back of the Jeep, her bare butt was pointed right at the filmmaker, giving him a terrific view of her butt.

Christina was finally able to sit down, but the officer instructed her to scoot over so he could sit down beside her. This ****** Christina to spread her legs again, giving the filmmaker another clear beaver shot. After Christina was finally situated, the officers said that they had to wait for the officers to load Amanda into the other Police Jeep. As they waited, the cameraman continually scanned Christina's blushing face, bare boobies, round rosy nipples and most of her dark pussy hair. With her wrists handcuffed behind her, there was no way for Christina to hide from the filmmaker. Therefore, all she could do was sit there and pose for the camera.

The guy with the camera finally left when he saw the treatment Amanda was receiving. When Amanda tried to step up into the Jeep, the female cop reached between Amanda's legs from behind and tickled her pussy. Amanda stepped down and turned to yell at the cop, but she slapped Amanda on her bare butt cheek and ordered Amanda to climb up into the Jeep.

The cameraman was able to assume a low position, shooting up at Amanda when she tried to get up into the Jeep again. This time, with Amanda's legs spread and her pussy vulnerable, the female cop slid her finger back and forth over Amanda's slick pussy lips, separating them for the camera. One again Amanda stepped down and yelled at the cop. This time, the female cop spanked Amanda on both cheeks of her bare bottom, which generated laughter from the crowd.

With pink marks on Amanda's backside from the spanking she received, Amanda decided that she was going to climb into the Jeep this time regardless of what the Latino bitch cop did to her. As she stepped wide to get into the Police Jeep, the filmmaker got a great shot of Amanda's auburn bush and her pretty pink pussy lips. Then the cameraman panned up to Amanda's bare ass where the female cop took the liberty of tickling the kindergarten teacher's exposed butt crack with her fingertip. Amanda had to awkwardly lean forward in order to get into the back of the Jeep and when she did, the female cop spread Amanda's butt cheeks apart as the cameraman got a close up.

After all the humiliating treatment, Amanda was ****** to sit up in the back of the Jeep and allow the filmmaker to video her perky breasts, erect nipples and reddish-brown bush. As the Police Jeep finally pulled away, the Latino bitch even tweaked Amanda's nipples as she smiled for the camera.

Then the female cop yelled out to the cameraman, "Come down to the station. You'll get some great shots there!"

The filmmaker gave the female cop a thumbs up and Amanda's stomach sank knowing that there was more *********** in store for her at the police station.

As the Jeeps drove down the street, Deanna called out, "Don't worry girls. We'll get you out of this mess."

With sad eyes, Amanda replied, "Thank's Deanna, but please hurry," still unaware that Deanna was actually the cause of the girls' unfortunate situation.

The two open-top Police Jeeps cruised through town at the slowest of speeds with the naked girls sitting up in back like they were in a parade. The driver in Christina's Jeep tried to hit every bump so the men could watch Christina's ripe melons bounce. Christina was thoroughly embarrassed because there was no way for her to escape the cold stares and devious grins of the police officers. Her wrists were handcuffed behind her back so there was no way for her to cover her naked body from the officers, as well as the people watching from the sides of the street.

Amanda was suffering an even worse fate. The seat in the back of the Police Jeep that Amanda rode in was hard. It also vibrated terribly from the engine and from the tires running over the rough pavement below. Since Amanda was completely naked, her little clitty was pressed directly into the seat and the sensations that the vibrating seat created was incredible.

The female cop sitting next to Amanda could feel the buzz from the seat through the stiff material of her uniform so she was certain that the vibrations had to be affecting Amanda. The cute Mexican girl decided to intensify Amanda's sexual stimulation by putting her hand on Amanda's legs, just below her pussy. Then she pressed down so Amanda could not avoid the tantalizing vibrating sensations against her love button.

Amanda asked, "Could you please move your hand? I'm not comfortable."

The female cop said, "I can feel the vibrations through my thick pants and it's getting me excited, so it must be driving you crazy."

With a surprised look on her face, Amanda asked, "So you're pressing down on my legs on purpose?"

The Latino cop said, "Of course. I don't want you to raise up and miss out on a good thing. Can't you feel the buzz against your pussy?"

Amanda admitted, "Yes...yes I can, but I don't want to."

The female cop asked, "Why not? Being naked like you are, the buzz must really feel good against your little clitty. It's like riding a washing machine during the spin cycle, if you know what I mean."

Amanda gasped and said, "Yes...um...yes, I know what you mean, but I don't want to cum in public so please move your hand."

The female cop responded, "Nonsense! You should relax and enjoy it. I mean, sure it might be a little embarrassing because we're only going ten miles an hour and there's dozens of people watching you from the sides of the street, but you gotta admit it feels good."

Amanda begged, "Of course it feels good, but it's so embarrassing. Please move your hand. I don't think I can fight the feeling much longer. Please don't make me cum in public. That would be so humiliating," but the cute female cop showed no mercy.

The Latino cop said, "Maybe you'd enjoy it more if I caressed your nipples," and then she reached out with her free hand and began toying with Amanda's bare titties."

Amanda begged, "No...oh, no. Please don't do that," but the cute Mexican girl persisted.

Amanda saw the driver adjust his rear-view mirror so that he could watch all of the action taking place in the back seat. With her exposed pussy stimulated by the vibrating seat, Amanda could feel her love juices beginning to build. To make it worse, the female cop licked her fingers and softly caressed Amanda's delicate pink nipples. It sent chills up and down Amanda's spine.

The female cop leaned over and softly whispered into Amanda's ear, "There now, doesn't that feel good? Your nipples are nice and hard so you must like it. It feels good, doesn't it? You like the way I touch your breasts, don't you? You're going to cum, aren't you?"

Amanda couldn't hold back any longer and started screaming, "Yes, I'm...I'm going to cum. I don't want to cum, but I just can't resist it. I can't hold back any longer. I'm going to...going to...cum. I'm gonna cum. I'm cumming, I'm cumming!"

As Amanda's earth shaking orgasm erupted, the female cop called out, "Look everybody. She's cumming. She's having an orgasm right here in the back of the Jeep!"

Amanda could hear people laughing and making comments about her. It was so embarrassing that she wished she could crawl in a hole and die. What was even worse for Amanda was that she couldn't stop cumming. It felt so good to have her pussy massaged by the vibrating seat that the sexual stimulation between her legs just wouldn't stop.

The female cop could tell that Amanda was having trouble repressing her sexual energy so she decided to prolong Amanda's public ***********. The cute Mexican girl continued to play with Amanda's bare titties while everyone watched from the sides of the street. The female cop teased and tormented Amanda's stiff nipples, which helped intensify Amanda's already over-stimulated sexual awareness. Amanda's bare body was tense and twitching as she moaned and purred right in front of everyone. Her orgasm lasted until the Jeep stopped at the station.

Amanda was so distracted by her explosive orgasm that she was unaware the Police Jeep had pulled into the Los Cufrado Police Station parking lot. When Amanda gasped for her last breath, she heard applause and opened her eyes to the sight of at least thirty men watching her. This was by far the most humiliating moment of her life, and she'd had plenty of humiliating moments over the past couple of days!

When Amanda finally got up to exit the Jeep, the driver shouted, "Look what she did to the seat. It's all wet!"

The female cop said, "You deserve a spanking for that little girl," and playfully slapped Amanda across her bare ass.

Amanda yelped from the sting on her butt, which made everyone laugh. Amanda was reunited with Christina and the two naked beauties were escorted across the Police Station parking lot. As the girls suffered from the pain of walking across a gravel lot with bare feet, they saw the Captain from the boat and his brother arrive in a pickup truck. Deanna, Randi, Alex and James were in the back of the open bed on the pickup so Amanda and Christina breathed a sigh of relief.

Unfortunately, a small car pulled up at the same time and that filmmaker guy got out with his elaborate camera. The female cop waved to the man so Amanda suspected that the two were friends. That caused a bit of distress for Amanda. She was afraid the female cop would go out of her way to humiliate the naked girls so her friend could capture it all on film.

As they entered the station, one of the cops chuckled and said, "We're not very crowded today. There's only about thirty guys that are gonna see you naked."

That was thirty more guys than Christina wanted to appear naked in front of so the statement made her heart race. After entering the lobby of the Los Cufrado Police Station, the naked girls were ****** to stand while two officers stood beside them and held onto their arms. The girls were mortified because they were surrounded by criminals, locals and other policemen. With their wrists handcuffed behind their backs, Amanda and Christina were powerless to stop the men from examining their full firm breasts, delicate pink nipples, smooth round butts and soft hairy triangles.

The Chief demanded to see the girls in his office immediately, but when the female cop approached the girls to frisk them, she declared, "I don't want to touch these girls. They smell like fish!"

In anger, Amanda responded, "We smell like fish because we've been on a fishing charter all afternoon!"

Then the officer that was driving the Jeep Amanda rode in said, "That must be why the back seat of the Jeep smells like fish!"

Amanda's face turned red because several cops knew that the officer was referring to the love juices Amanda left on the seat as a result of her public orgasm.

The Chief barked from his office, "Stick the girls in the shower and clean them up, and then bring them to me."

The female cop replied, "Yes sir," and then she went into the girls' shower room.

Moments later, the cute Mexican cop emerged from the room in a one-piece swimming suit that accentuated the curve's of the female cop's tight young body. There were a few catcalls from her fellow officers, but she just smiled and dismissed their comments as friendly banter. It appeared as though the female cop enjoyed the attention she received from her male co-workers and she was about to become the center of attention as she motioned for the cops holding Amanda and Christina to lead the naked girls into the girls' shower room.

The girls' shower room was not much larger than an average bathroom and it only had one large shower stall. The male cops lead Amanda and Christina into the stall, and then they unlocked the handcuffs behind the girls' backs. Amanda and Christina felt relieved believing that they were no longer required to wear the handcuffs, but then the girls were ****** to stretch their arms up over their heads so the male cops could cuff the girls' wrists to a steel bar mounted above the shower stall.

There must have been strict rules of conduct restricting the male cops from coming into contact with female prisoners because over the past two days, Amanda was never blatantly fondled by a male officer. However, while the male cops secured Amanda and Christina in the shower room, the men couldn't help touching and probing the naked girls' bodies. One cop pulled on Christina's pink nipples while another cop actually pushed his finger inside Amanda's exposed pussy.

He said, "I just wanted to see if you were still wet from the ride over here."

Amanda called out, "Bastard," as she attempted to squeeze her legs together.

The cop simply smiled at Amanda, patted her on her bare ass and said, "Yep, still wet."

Then the female cop, clad in just her one-piece swimming suit, tried to enter the girls's shower room, but it was too crowded.

One of the male cops holding Christina said, "We all won't fit in here. Will you be okay alone with the prisoners?"

The female cop replied, "I'm sure I'll be fine, but just to make sure, I'll leave the door open so you can keep an eye on us."

Christina whined, "You want to leave the door open? But it faces the lobby. Everyone is looking at us."

The female cop said, "I'm sorry. I don't have a choice. It's a safety precaution."

The male cops left the room, leaving the female cop alone with the girls, although everybody in the lobby was able to watch. That included the filmmaker, who positioned himself so that he had a birds-eye-view into the shower stall. Christina was five foot three so she was able to stand flat-footed inside the shower. However, Amanda was even shorter so she had to stand on her tip-toes to reach the bar above her head. The precarious position that the girls were in made for a great video opportunity as the cameraman panned up and down the girls' bare bodies.

The girls never felt so vulnerable in their lives. With their arms outstretched above them, there was nothing they could do to protect their bare bodies from the vultures peering in at them. There were other cops in attendance, criminals waiting to be processed, and even a few local residents that wandered in off the street to watch the festivities. Amanda and Christina also spotted Deanna, Randi, Alex and James amongst the crowd, which made them angry. Amanda and Christina couldn't understand why their friends were just standing there watching the all-girl shower scene instead of working to get the girls released.

Then Christina asked the female cop, "Could you please release me?"

She replied, "I'm sorry, but I can't do that."

Christina said, "But it's an emergency. I have to go to the bathroom."

In a tormenting tone, the female cop said, "Sorry. You'll just have to hold it."

Christina said, "But you don't understand. We've been ******** beer and tequila all day and I really have to go bad! Also, being nervous makes it even worse."

The cute Mexican girl chuckled and said, "Why in the world would you be nervous?"

Christina sarcastically replied, "Oh, I don't know. Maybe it's because I'm naked and half the town is staring at me!"

The female cop laughed and said, "Well you'll just have to hold on a while," and then the cute Mexican girl decided to further torment Christina by pressing her hand against Christina's lower belly.

That was all Christina could take. She couldn't hold it any longer so she spread her legs and let the yellow stream pour out of her. Christina's pee was shooting out right in front of everyone, including the man with the camera. Once Christina began to pee, she couldn't stop. She kept going and going as a yellow river squirted out from between her legs and ran down the drain in the shower.

When Christina heard laughter from the lobby, she hung her head in shame and said, "It just keeps getting worse and worse. First I was stripped naked on a boat, then I was paraded through town in the nude and now I went pee right in front of everyone."

Amanda said, "Trust me...going pee in front of a crowd is not as bad as having an orgasm in front of them!"

Christina said, "Yeah, I guess I should be glad that hasn't happened."

The cute female cop didn't say anything, but she wore a mischievous grin. From the look on her face, it appeared as though the Mexican girl was going to make sure Christina experienced every form of public *********** possible before the day was over. Therefore, it looked like having an orgasm in front of the crowd was in Christina's not so distant future!

The door to the girls' shower room in the Los Cufrado Police Station was wide open. Everyone in the lobby had an unobstructed view into the shower stall as the police officers prepared Amanda and Christina for a shower. Now the girls were really on display for everybody to see. With their wrists handcuffed to a steel bar attached to the ceiling above their heads, there was no way for the girls to shield their naked bodies from all the onlookers. That included a filmmaker with his elaborate camera.

The filmmaker positioned himself so he could capture the entire shower stall. The cameraman recorded everything, including Christina as she went pee right in front of all the people in the lobby. Christina was extremely embarrassed, but the female cop didn't make a big deal about it. The cop simply turned on the hand-held shower nozzle and washed the pee down the drain in the shower stall.

After the last of Christina's yellow river disappeared down the drain, the female cop pointed the nozzle towards Christina's chest. Unfortunately for Christina, the water was ice cold. Christina's round rosy nipples became rock hard when the cold water was sprayed on them. The cute Mexican cop noticed that Christina's nipples were standing up so the cop playfully tweaked and twisted them while she smiled for the camera.

Then the cop giggled and said, "Sorry about that. It takes a few minutes for the water to warm up in here."

As she waited for the water to warm up, the female cop stood with her back to the camera. Before entering the shower room, the cute Mexican girl removed her starched police uniform and put on a one-piece swimming suit. Her suit had a high neckline that didn't offer the slightest glimpse of cleavage, but the chill in the air made her nipples poke out like headlights against the thin dark material. The sides of the suit were cut high so the female cop offered plenty of bare ass to the camera. However, the cop didn't offer nearly as much ass to the camera as Amanda and Christina did because they were completely naked!

Once the water was warm, the female cop got behind Christina and held the shower nozzle over Christina's head. Then she applied some shampoo to Christina's hair. With the cop positioned behind Christina, everyone in the lobby could see Christina's ripe melons, which wobbled and bounced as the cop vigorously massaged Christina's scalp. When she was finished, the cop used the nozzle to rinse Christina's hair and then she instructed Christina to turn around.

With her back to the lobby, and to the cameraman, Christina waited patiently as the female cop lathered up her hands. Then the cop washed Christina's outstretched arms and underarms before sliding her soapy hands over Christina's sides. Christina squirmed because the touch of the cute Mexican girl's fingers on her sides tickled Christina. That prompted the cop to tickle Christina several more times before moving to Christina's back.

If this had been a private shower, Christina would have been enjoying herself because the cop really knew how to give a good back massage. Unfortunately, there was a cameraman, along with a roomful of people watching, so it was not easy for Christina to relax. Then came the moment that Christina was dreading. The female cop's hands slid down Christina's back until they reached her bare ass, and the cop was just as thorough with Christina's butt as she was with her back.

The cop stood to the side of Christina to insure that she did not block the view of the cameraman or anybody else in the lobby. Then the cute female cop began caressing and kneading her soapy hands all over Christina's bare butt cheeks. The cop spent a good deal of time on Christina's outer ass before gently sliding her soapy fingers up and down Christina's sensitive butt crack. After probing Christina's ass a few times, which made Christina squeal, she spread her butt cheeks for the camera, and then proceeded down the back of Christina's legs.

Once the female cop was finished with Christina's backside, she instructed Christina to turn around and face the lobby. Christina slowly turned around and with a blushing face, she pointed her big boobies and brunette bush at the crowd. Then the cop began lathering up Christina's flat tummy. There was silence in the lobby as the men intensely watched the shower scene being played out before them. The cop ran her fingers all over Christina's mid-section, and she even dipped her finger into Christina's bellybutton, which made Christina giggle.

Finally the cute Mexican girl moved her hands up to Christina's full breasts, which was what the crowd really wanted to see. The cop moved behind Christina and reached around with both hands as she massaged the large globes of flesh before using her soapy fingers to gently caress Christina's delicate nipples. After making soft circles over Christina's pert nipples to make sure they were nice and hard, the female cop began rolling them between her thumbs and forefingers before tweaking and pulling on them as the cameraman zoomed in for a close-up.

As she played with Christina's nipples, the female cop whispered, "You like this, don't you? Admit it, you like it when I play with your nipples."

Christina replied, "No! No, I do not like it at all."

The cop said, "Well, you may not like it, but everyone else does. Just look out at all the happy faces of the men watching you. Besides, I'll find out in a few minutes whether you really like it or not. Your pussy juices can't lie!"

Christina begged, "Please stop. I don't want you to do this anymore."

The cop replied, "I can't stop now...I'm not finished. You went pee down your legs, remember? I have to make sure you're all clean down there," and then the cop squatted down so she could wash Christina's legs.

The cute female cop ran her soapy hands down the front of Christina's legs, and then she slid her hands up Christina's inner thighs. A collective gasp could be heard from the lobby as the Mexican girl's hands approached Christina's pussy, but the girl's fingers always stopped just before making contact with Christina's pleasure place. Then the girl turned Christina so that she stood sideways to the crowd.

Christina asked, "What are you doing?"

The female cop replied, "I need to wash your feet."

Christina bent her knee and lifted it behind her, but the Mexican girl grabbed her foot and said, "No, I need it out to the side."

With her foot in the female cop's hand, Christina was powerless to stop her and the cop lifted Christina's leg out to the side. Since she was standing sideways to the crowd, Christina was now showing her pink pussy lips to everyone in the lobby. She was so embarrassed as the cop took her time washing Christina's dainty foot. The cute Mexican girl made sure she carefully washed between each toe while Christina provided a beaver shot to all the guys in attendance, including the filmmaker who zoomed in between Christina's legs for a close-up of Christina's most private area.

When the cop was finished with Christina's left foot, she moved over to the right foot. Christina did not put up a fight when she lifted her leg for the cop because her right leg was facing the back of the shower stall. Unfortunately, the cop took the liberty of rotating Christina so that her pussy was once again on display for the crowd to see. Many of the guys were hunched over so they could look up between Christina's legs at her pretty pink pussy lips, which mortified Christina.

Then some guy called out, "Tickle her foot!"

Christina became very uptight because her feet were very ticklish, but the female cop yelled back, "That wouldn't be very nice."

Christina was relieved momentarily, but then the female cop continued, "I don't think she'd like it very much if I scratched my fingernails up and down the sole of her foot like this," and then the cop proceeded to move her fingernails around on the bottom of Christina's foot.

Christina wiggled around and yelled, "Stop, stop, please stop. That tickles, that tickles! I can't take it much more."

The cop loudly asked, "See, I was right. She doesn't like it when I do this," and then the cop moved her fingernails around on the bottom of Christina's foot again.

Then the cop raked all of her fingernails up and down the sole of the poor naked girl's foot. Christina squirmed in anguish as she tried, but could not escape the tickle ******* administered by the female cop. She begged the cute Mexican girl to stop as she hopped around on one foot, which caused her big boobs to bounce for the crowd. It was pure ******* for Christina as the female cop relentlessly tickled Christina's foot.

Eventually, the cute Mexican girl allowed Christina to put her foot down and then she declared, "The only place left that needs to be washed is between your legs."

The crowd began to cheer as Christina begged, "Please don't touch me down there. This is so humiliating."

The cop replied, "I have to wash you down there. You're the one that went pee on the floor. I have to make sure you're nice and clean after pulling that stunt, don't I?"

Christina answered, "No, no you don't," but the cop didn't listen.

The female cop merely lathered up her hand once again and stood to the side of Christina as she applied the soapsuds to Christina's dark bush. She shampooed Christina's hairy triangle for a long time before sliding her fingers down between Christina's legs. Then she teasingly separated Christina's pink pussy lips as the camera zeroed in on the action.

The cop moved her finger up and down Christina's sweet snatch several times, paying close attention to Christina's little clitty. Having her love button touched by the cute Mexican girl's soft fingertips made Christina moan and wiggle. Christina's moaning seemed to excite the men watching from the lobby and when Christina wiggled her body, it made her ripe melons wobble in front of her. The crowd loved watching Christina's bare breasts bounce and bobble, so the female copy continually made contact with Christina's little clitty until Christina begged her to stop.

Christina pleaded, "Please stop. I can't take it anymore!"

The female cop asked, "What's wrong little girl? Am I getting you all excited? Am I making you wet?"

Christina wouldn't answer, so the female cop moved her finger down between Christina's legs and pushed her finger deep into Christina's wet waiting pussy. The cop proceeded to move her finger around inside Christina's love hole as Christina's body tensed up and twitched right in front of all the people in the lobby. Christina was totally humiliated, yet she could no longer hold back the sexual tension that was building inside of her.

The female cop said, "Just as I suspected...you're nice and wet down here, but I want to make sure it's really you and not just the soapsuds."

When the cop pulled her finger out of Christina's sweet snatch, Christina whimpered. It was as if Christina didn't want the cute Mexican girl to stop what she was doing because Christina was too close to climaxing. Unfortunately, the cop stepped away, leaving Christina standing there totally nude and sexually frustrated. As the naked beauty stood there helplessly, about thirty men and also a few women waiting patiently to see what the female cop was going to do next. They didn't have to wait long as the Mexican girl returned with the shower nozzle.

As the cop began spraying warm water between Christina's legs, she said, "I'm going to rinse away the soap from between your legs and then I'm find out for sure if you're enjoying this."

The shower nozzle was actually a shower massager and after all the soap was rinsed away from Christina's body, the female cop set the massager to "pulsate" and then she pointed the water flow right between Christina's legs.

Christina called out, "Oh, oh my, you don't know what you're doing to me."

The cop asked, "Does it hurt?"

Christina moaned, "No...doesn't...um...doesn't hurt."

Then the female cop asked, "Do you want me to stop?"

Christina said, "Um, no...no, don't stop."

The sadistic little Mexican girl said, "I think I should stop," and then she pointed the nozzle to the floor."

Christina pleaded, "Oh no...don't stop. Please don't stop!"

The female cop said, "Then you have to beg me to make you come. Beg me loud so everyone can hear you."

Christina's face turned an even deeper shade of red as she moaned, "This is so embarrassing. You're humiliating me, but I want it...I want it so bad."

The cute Mexican girl said, "What, what was that? I can't hear you."

Christina called out, "Cum...I need to cum. I'm begging you, please make me cum!"

Then the female cop said, "That's more like it," as she directed the pulsating water onto Christina's exposed and obviously aroused little clitty.

Christina's eyes were closed and she was gasping for air as the water stimulated her love button in the most pleasurable way. Then the Mexican girl reached under and began thrusting her finger in and out of Christina's wet pussy. While the cop moved her finger around deep inside Christina's love hole, she continued to direct the water at Christina's little clitty, which made Christina moan loudly.

Then the female cop whispered in Christina's ear, "You're wet little girl. Your pussy is nice and wet. I knew this was turning you on. I knew you'd like it. Now cum...cum for me little girl!"

Christina wasn't exactly young. She was in her mid-twenties, but at only five-three, she definitely qualified as a little girl. And the little girl was about to cum. The cute Mexican girl had a finger wiggling around inside of Christina while the water sprayed onto Christina's love button. Then, as an added bonus, the female cop began kissing and sucking on Christina's delicate pink nipples. When she did that, it was all Christina could take and she called out in pleasure.

Uncontrollably, Christina yelled, "Oh...oh my. I'm...I'm cumming, I'm cumming. Don't stop...please don't stop. I'm cumming, I'm cumming...mmm...I'm cumming!"

Then Christina's bare body when limp and she just hung there from the handcuffs attached to the steel pipe above her head. The female cop used the shower massager to rinse Christina off one last time time so that she was squeaky clean before they removed her from the shower room.

Then the female cop called out, "I'm done with this one. You can take her away!"

Amanda, who was standing there on pins and needles, knew what that meant. She knew that it was time for the female cop to go to work on her naked body, and that's exactly what the female cop did!

After Christina experienced an earth-shaking orgasm in the girls' shower room of the Los Cufrado Police Station, she was left standing in the shower stall with her wrists handcuffed above her head as a crowd of over thirty people stared at her naked body. Then two male cops came into the shower room and unlocked her handcuffs. They cuffed Christina's wrists behind her back and then they lead her out into the lobby amongst the crowd of onlookers. This was quite embarrassing for Christina since she was still totally nude as she was paraded through the crowd.

Two other cops cleared a path for the naked girl as the cops escorted Christina into the Chief's office. Christina's eyes were closed because she couldn't bare to face the people that had just witnessed her public orgasm. It was truly the most humiliating moment of her life, yet it was also the most intense and satisfying orgasm she'd ever experienced.

When they finally reached the Chief's office, Christina was permitted to sit in a chair. Her wrists were handcuffed behind the chair, which was bolted to the floor, so there was no way for Christina to escape. Although the door to the office remained open, Christina felt like she had more privacy now than she'd had all day. Christina was finally able to relax so she made herself as comfortable as she possibly could under the circumstances.

Christina sat back with her bare breasts right out in the open for everyone to see. Her pretty pink nipples were poking out and there was nothing she could do to hide them from the people in the lobby. Also, Christina's legs were spread far enough apart to give anyone that peered into the Chief's Office a clear view of her soft dark pussy hair. Normally the kindergarten teacher would be screaming from sheer panic over this kind of treatment, but Christina was exhausted so she just sat there quietly and closed her eyes.

Amanda was not so fortunate. She was still waiting for her shower to begin. Unlike Christina, Amanda was brought to an incredible orgasm on the way to the police station, so she was afraid it would take longer for her to reach fulfillment again. Amanda was worried that the sadistic female cop would keep Amanda in the shower until she had another orgasm so Amanda was prepared to fake it if she had to.

The Chief was in the lobby and standing next to Alex when he mentioned to another cop, "I guess we'll have to lock these girls up for a few days until the attorney decides what to do with them."

The cop responded, "We really don't have separate facilities for women here. Do you plan to just throw them in with the male population?"

The Chief replied, "We can put them in their own cell, but they'll still have to put up with all the men leering at them."

The other cop chuckled and added, "Yeah, especially since the girls will be naked!"

The Chief said, "Well, they brought it on themselves."

After Alex heard the conversation, he realized that Amanda and Christina were truly just victims here and he decided to have a little talk with the Chief. The Chief motioned for Alex to step over to the other side of the counter so that they could talk privately yet still be able to see inside the girls' shower room. The other side of the counter was a restricted area for police officers only so the Chief was surprised to find Deanna on that side of the room. He saw that Deanna was clad in just a bikini so he figured that one of the cops allowed her on that side of the counter to protect her from the crowd.

Alex said, "I just want you to know that these girls really are innocent. They were on a fishing charter with my wife and another couple."

The Chief interrupted as he pointed at Deanna and asked, "Is that your wife?"

Alex said, "No, that's my buddy's wife, but she's a real cutie, isn't she?"

The Chief smiled and said, "Yes she is!"

As the female cop washed Amanda's hair in the shower, she made sure that she bounced Amanda's bare boobies a few times for the crowd's enjoyment. Deanna appeared to be getting excited from watching the treatment that Amanda was receiving and she casually slipped her fingers into her bikini top so that she could caress her own nipples. At the end of the counter, it was more like a four and a half foot partition dividing the room. Deanna ducked down below the short wall so that no one could see her playing with her own nipples.

The Chief motioned for Alex to step back behind a large pillar that held up the roof. From their position, it was difficult for Alex and the Chief to see inside the shower room, but it offered a clear view of Deanna. As Deanna rubbed her breasts, she casually looked around to make sure nobody was watching her, and then she turned her attention back to Amanda.

Alex said to the Chief, "As I was saying, these girls are innocent. They made the mistake of leaving their bikinis near the bait and some seagulls really did fly off with their suits. That's why they were naked."

The Chief asked, "And why did they take their suits off in the first place?"

Alex replied, "It is permissible to be naked on the ocean, is it not?"

The Chief said, "I suppose so."

Alex said, "Then the girls were not breaking any public nudity laws."

The Chief began to speak, but Deanna was moving her hands around so much under her bikini top that the clasp in back accidentally came apart. At first she put her hands over her bare breasts and looked around to see if anyone was watching her. The Chief quickly pulled Alex behind the pillar to make sure that Deanna couldn't see them. After assuring herself that the partition blocked her from everyone's view, Deanna began massaging her bare breasts without re-fastening her top. Deanna simply allowed her bikini top to hang loosely from her neck as she pulled and teased her round rosy nipples.

The Chief was highly distracted by Deanna, but he continued the conversation with Alex by asking, "Again, why were the girls naked?"

Alex didn't know what to say so the Chief said, "You were having fun at the girls' expense and it got out of hand, didn't it?"

Alex nodded yes, so the Chief said, "I'll tell you what I'm going to do. I'm going to release the girls, but I'm going to make you pay the fine."

Alex said, "Okay, that seems fair enough. By the way, how much is the fine?"

At that moment, Alex and the Chief heard the female cop call out from the shower room, "This girl's got a great ass, doesn't she guys?"

The guys yelled, "Hell yes," and then the female cop turned her attention to Amanda and said, "You love it when I touch your butt crack, don't you? You love it when I tickle your cute little ass like this, don't you? Yep guys, this girl loves having her butt crack tickled. Just look at her squirm around. It's so cute the way she squirms around, isn't it guys?"

The guys applauded as the female cop said, "Tell the guys how much you like it."

When there was no answer from Amanda, Alex and the Chief heard a smack followed by a cry of "Ouch" from Amanda.

Then the female cop again asked, "You love it when I caress your bare butt, don't you? You love it when I tickle your butt crack, don't you little girl?"

Amanda replied, "Yes...yes I do," hoping to avoid another spanking.

Alex and the Chief noticed that Deanna was now sticking her fingers into the back of her panties. She apparently wanted to tickle her own ass the way that the female cop was tickling Amanda's ass. With her hands in the back of her panties and her bikini top hanging free, Deanna was no longer blocking the view of her beautiful breasts. Although he only had a side view, the Chief was thrilled by what he could see. Deanna's boobs were not particularly big, but they were firm and her nipples were as cute as they could be.

As the Chief stared at Deanna, Alex said, "Um...the fine?"

The Chief replied, "Oh, yes. I haven't decided on an amount yet."

Then the Chief added, "You don't mind that we're having a little harmless fun with the girls, do you?"

Alex replied, "Of course not. Besides, they really did smell like fish."

The Chief said, "Then you won't mind if we toy with them a little longer. After all, you had your fun with them today."

Alex said, "By all means. Do whatever you want. A little public *********** would be good for them. Besides, we're in no hurry."

The Chief said, "I'm sorry, but Carla, our resident female cop..."

Alex interrupted, "And a cute one, too."

The Chief said, "Yeah, she is. Anyway, Carla is a bit of a dominatrix with other women. She rules the roost here and we don't get to see this too often. Besides, it's kind of fun watching a girl get humiliated in front of a roomful of men, isn't it?"

Alex smiled and said, "It sure is!"

Then Alex and the Chief looked over at Deanna and saw that she was pushing her hands deeper into the back of her panties. With each push of her hands, Deanna worked her bikini bottoms further and further down her backside. Soon almost her entire butt crack was on display. Of course Deanna thought no one could see her, but the Chief was mesmerized by Deanna's beautiful bare bottom.

Alex asked, "I wonder how far she'll go?"

The Chief responded, "I was wondering the same thing," and then he lifted his pocket radio to call another officer.

He radioed, "Get a message into the shower room. Tell Carla to keep that little redhead in the shower until I say she can come out."

There was a "Yes sir Chief" reply over the radio, and then the Chief looked over at Alex and said, "I'll bet your friend over there will continue touching herself as long as that redhead is in the shower. That's why I made sure Carla keeps her in the shower until I say she's done."

Alex chuckled and said, "Great plan. I guess that's why you're the Chief!"

The Chief asked, "How much tequila did that girl have?"

Alex replied, "Deanna? Um, a lot I guess. All the girls drank a lot. Why?"

The Chief said, "Tequila is a powerful *****. It makes girls lose there inhibitions. In my estimation, more girls end up naked after ******** tequila than any other *****."

Then, in a startled voice, the Chief said, "Oh wow, look at that! Your friend is working hard to prove my point."

Deanna pushed her panties all the way down to her knees because she thought no one could see her. With all of Deanna's attention directed into the shower room, she had no idea that Alex and the Chief were staring at her bare ass. Then the guys heard Carla call out that she loved Amanda's boobies. Apparently Carla was playing with Amanda's titties in the shower, which prompted Deanna to reach up and play with her own breasts. However, her loose bikini top was getting in Deanna's way and it seemed to be annoying her.

As they watched, Alex heard the Chief say under his breath, "That tops in your way. You don't want that nasty ole top on. Go ahead...take it off. Come on, you can do it...take the top off!"

Alex was amazed. As if she was under the Chief's spell, Deanna lifted the top over her head and dropped it on the floor. Then she quickly scanned the perimeter of the room to see if anyone was looking at her. Again Deanna believed that no one could see her so she directed her attention back into the shower room.

Alex couldn't believe it. Deanna was topless in a police station with her panties down around her knees and they were threatening to fall off. Alex and the Chief didn't have a clear view of Deanna's breasts, but they could easily see her bare butt, and it was truly a sight to behold. Deanna was really going to town on her bare titties as she massaged them before stopping to tweak and twist her nipples, and Alex and the Chief were able to see everything!

Alex got up on a chair so he could see inside the shower room, yet still remain hidden from Deanna behind the pillar.

The Chief looked up and asked, "What's going on inside the shower room now?"

Alex replied, "Carla is making Amanda spread her legs apart as wide as she can and Amanda doesn't seem to be putting up much of a fight. Now Carla is reaching down between Amanda's legs and shampooing her pussy hair. This is really hot!"

The Chief watched as Deanna reached down to touch her own pussy. Unfortunately, she couldn't spread her legs with her panties down around her knees so Deanna carefully looked around to see if anyone was watching her. Then Deanna put her legs closer together allowing her bikini bottoms to drop on the floor.

Deanna's panties were still hooked to her ankle so she kicked her leg to make them fall off. When she did, her toe caught the top of her bikini, which was already lying on the floor. As her panties shook free, the bottoms of Deanna's bikini went sliding across the floor along with her bikini top. Both the top and bottom of Deanna's bikini were a good five feet away from her, but she didn't bother to retrieve it. She was too interested in satisfying her desires to worry about her only source of clothing, much to the delight of Alex and the Chief who couldn't wait to see what she was going to do next!

It was quite an evening at the Los Cufrado Police Station. Amanda and Christina were once again being held for violating the strict public nudity law in the town. After showering in front of around thirty people, which were almost all men, Christina was now handcuffed bare-assed naked to a chair in the Chief's office with the office door wide open. While Christina waited patiently with her breasts and bush on display to anyone that poked their head into the office, it was Amanda's turn to receive a shower at the hands of Carla, the resident female cop. Carla was often referred to as a dominatrix to other females that invaded her domain and Amanda was currently her target for public ***********.

Deanna, on the other hand, was not being ****** to humiliate herself in public. She was doing it by her own free will. Deanna was so turned on from watching the two girls in the shower that she was unable to control her own emotions. As she stood in the lobby, Deanna began doing to her own body what Carla was doing to Amanda's body inside the shower room.

As Deanna watched Carla rub her soapy hands all over Amanda's bare body, Deanna rubbed her hands in a similar fashion over her own body. There was a four and a half foot partition wall hiding Deanna from the crowded lobby of the police station, so Deanna assumed that nobody could see her. However, Alex and the Chief were hiding behind a pillar and watching every move Deanna made.

The two men saw Deanna remove her bikini and casually push it away, nearly five feet from where she was standing. Alex climbed up on a chair allowing him to see inside the shower room while still keeping an eye on Deanna. The Chief stayed on the floor, keeping both of his eyes on beautiful Deanna as she toyed with her bare titties with one hand while rubbing her pussy with the other.

Alex called down to the Chief, "That Carla really knows what she's doing. She's standing to the side of Amanda, tickling Amanda's butt crack with one hand while using the other hand to play with Amanda's pussy. Now Carla's kissing and licking Amanda's nipples, too. That girl's putting on quite a show!"

The Chief replied, "I'm satisfied with the show your friend is putting on in the lobby. She's really hot!"

The Chief was right. Deanna could no longer stand up and look into the shower room. She needed support so she leaned against the partition wall. That made the Chief very happy because Deanna was now facing him. The tequila must have really been working it's magic on Deanna because she had her legs spread, offering a clear view of her sandy-brown pussy hair to the Chief before slipping her finger deep inside her wet waiting pussy. Deanna began to moan as she played with her bare titties while working her finger in and out of her pleasure place.

Suddenly Deanna's moans were drowned out by Amanda screaming, "Yes...yes, I'm cumming...I'm cumming."

It was followed by a loud whack and a cry of, "Ouch, that hurt!"

Carla commanded, "You're not cumming. You're faking."

Amanda whimpered, "No, I had an orgasm."

Carla said, "You're not even breathing hard. If you don't want another spanking, then you'll give us a real orgasm, got it?"

Amanda sighed, "Yes ma'am."

Amanda may have been faking, but Deanna wasn't. She was completely naked with one hand teasing her nipples and the other hand going to town on her pussy. Soon Deanna's body tensed up and moments later she let loose with what appeared to be a powerful orgasm. Deanna's finger was pumping furiously in and out of her pussy as she fought to catch her breath, and then her whole body went limp. After climaxing, Deanna leaned up against the wall in utter exhaustion.

The Chief sent a radio message to his staff, "Okay, you can end the shower theatrics whenever you're ready."

The message was relayed to Carla in the shower room, and then the two male cops that delivered the message walked into the partitioned area. They quickly spied Deanna nearly passed out against the wall with her bikini lying on the floor several feet away from her. The bare-assed naked beauty was leaning up against the wall with her eyes closed as she tried to recover from her explosive orgasm. She had no idea that the cops were standing there staring at her.

When Deanna opened her eyes, she spotted the two guys positioned in front of her and she didn't have a stitch of clothing on. Deanna was thoroughly embarrassed, but she began to panic when she saw that one of the cops was holding her bikini. Alex wanted to rush over and help Deanna, but the Chief stopped him. He wanted to see what was going to happen next.

Deanna said, "Okay, you caught me. I'm naked. You want to look at me, that's fine. Here's my breasts, here's my bush and back here is my butt. There, that's all there is to see. Now can I have my bikini back?"

The cop said, "Your bikini? This is your bikini? I thought it was trash."

Deanna said, "Whatever. Can I have it back?"

The cop said, "I don't think so. We're going to do with it what we do with all our trash."

Terrified, Deanna meekly asked, "And what do you do with your trash?"

The cop smiled and said, "We shred it!"

Then the cop dropped Deanna's bikini into the paper shredder. Deanna ran over with her bare breasts bouncing, grabbed her bikini and began to pull. She yanked hard, but she was no match for the industrial strength paper shredder. With one last pulled, a piece of the material came out, but it was only half of a bra-strap. Deanna's bikini was destroyed and she was now totally nude in a crowded room.

As she held the tiny piece of fabric that used to be her bikini, Deanna whimpered, "Oh, no! Look what you did to my bikini. Now I'm naked! You've got to give me something to wear. Please, I'm begging you. I'm naked and all those people over there can see me. You've got to give me something to cover up with!"

The cops looked at each other, and then they laughed as one of the cops said, "Sorry, babe. This ain't a clothing store. It's a police station."

The other cop added, "And it's a crowded police station!"

Then two more cops entered the restricted area as several people peered over the partition wall. Deanna put and arm across her chest and a hand between her legs in an attempt to block everyone's view of her bare body as Deanna quickly came to the realization that she was now discovered by the crowd. After Carla finished showering Amanda, many of the people watched as Amanda's nude figure was paraded through the lobby en route to the Chief's office. However, at least fifteen of the men were now trying to get a look at the newest naked beauty in the room.

Deanna whimpered, "This can't be happening...this just can't be happening," as a few cops moved behind Deanna to get a look at her beautiful bare ass.

Then a call came over the police radio. The Chief leaned over the radio desk to take the call and there was a look of concern on his face. A bar fight had erupted on the outskirts of town and all available officers were being called to the scene.

The Chief stood up and yelled, "Fun's over guys. Let's get moving."

One of the cops that was staring at Deanna's bare ass asked, "Why do we all have to go?"

The Chief replied, "It sounds dangerous. They have guns and one guy has a broken bottle up to a barmaid's throat."

The Chief quickly took charge instructing the officers to clear the lobby. He said to take anyone waiting to be processed down to the holding cell and told the officers to clear everyone else out of the lobby.

Alex asked the Chief, "You're leaving?"

He replied, "Yeah. There's a motorcycle gang that comes down from Los Angeles and every time they get ******** up, all hell breaks loose."

Alex asked, "What about the girls?"

The Chief thought for a moment and then he said, "Carla's still in the shower. When she comes out, tell her to set the girls free."

Alex added, "And the fine?"

The Chief smiled, looked over at Deanna and said, "Your naked friend already paid the fine!"

In a matter of minutes, the police station was cleared and the front door was locked. All that remained in the station were Alex and Deanna along with Amanda and Christina, who were naked and handcuffed to chairs in the Chief's office. Deanna was also naked, but she was not in handcuffs. Alex stood for a moment and stared at Deanna's bare body, which thoroughly embarrassed her. She put an arm across her chest and a hand between her legs in a vain attempt to block his view from her breasts and bush, but Alex gawked at her anyway.

In a frustrated tone, Deanna said, "Go away, creep!"

Alex replied, "There was no one plotting against you, Deanna. You brought this on yourself," as he casually circled Deanna to get a look at her mighty fine ass.

Then Deanna asked, "Where the heck did Randi and James disappear to?"

Alex looked around and then he heard noises coming from the men's room. He walked over to the men's room door with Deanna following right behind him and then he threw the door open. There was Randi and James! Randi was naked with her bikini lying on the restroom floor. She was bent over the sink and James had mounted her from behind. James was slamming himself up against Randi's ass, causing her firm titties to bounce back and forth with each thrust.

The couple was surprised by the sudden intrusion, but they were too close to satisfying themselves to stop. As James pushed his rock hard penis in and out of Randi's pussy, Deanna reached down and snatched Randi's bikini off the floor. Randi was unable to stop Deanna from running off with her bikini, and she was so busy moaning and gasping for air that she couldn't even say anything.

Alex followed Deanna as she made a beeline for the shredder. Deanna quickly fed Randi's swimming suit into the machine and watched as it chopped the little bikini into tiny pieces.

Alex put his hands on Deanna's shoulders and said, "You have no reason to be mad. We traded wives on the boat, remember? James screwed Randi right next to you and you didn't say a thing then."

Deanna responded, "But that was spontaneous and impulsive. This is more like cheating."

Alex asked, "Is that why you shredded her bikini? Is that why you ruined something that you could have put on to hide your own nudity?"

Deanna looked down at her bare body, blushed and said, "That was pretty stupid, wasn't it?"

Alex replied, "Yes, it was. You're really just frustrated because you were caught naked in public by all the people that were in the lobby and you took it out on Randi."

Then Alex reached out and held Deanna in his arms to comfort her. That's when James and Randi emerged from the men's room.

Randi demanded, "Where's my suit?"

Deanna replied, "Um...well, there's been a little accident."

Randi shouted, "An accident? That's all I had to wear! What happened to it?"

Deanna pointed to the shredder and said, "It sort of fell in there."

Randi yelled, "You shredded my bikini? You bitch! What the hell is wrong with you?"

Then Randi looked at Deanna and asked, "Wait a minute. You're naked, too. What happened to your suit?"

Deanna replied, "It suffered the same fate as your suit did, only it was worse for me. The place was packed when I lost my bikini."

The girls glanced down at each other's bare body, and then they broke down and hugged each other. Their tempers cooled quickly as the women concluded that they were both naked in public.

James asked, "So what do we do now?"

Alex said, "We're free to go as soon as Carla gets out of the shower."

James asked, "Carla?"

Alex replied, "Yeah, she's that cute female cop."

Deanna said, "Then what are we waiting for? Let's go get her."

Randi, Alex and James followed as Deanna headed towards the girls' shower room. She quietly opened the shower room door and there stood Carla, standing under the shower totally nude. Carla was rinsing the soap from her body and didn't hear the door open so she didn't know that anyone was watching her.

Carla's back was to the door as she held the shower nozzle over her tight ass and rinsed the soap suds out of her butt crack. Then she rinsed her breasts as she turned around to face the door. Carla's eyes were closed as she allowed the water to pulsate over her neatly trimmed brunette bush. After her dark hairy triangle was thoroughly rinsed, Carla raised a leg and pointed the water directly at her pretty pink pussy lips. Suddenly, Carla opened her eyes and spotted the couples staring at her.

Carla screamed, "Who are you? What do you want?"

Alex said, "The Chief told us to inform you that you're to release the girls."

Carla put her hands over her firm titties and asked, "Where did everyone go?"

Alex replied, "There was a bar fight and the Chief left you in charge."

Carla said, "Okay, leave me alone for a few minutes so I can get dressed. Then I'll release everyone."

Deanna looked up, saw Carla's uniform on a hanger and said, "I could use this!"

Carla yelled, "Oh no you don't," and then she chased Deanna across the lobby.

Alex and James found the chase very exciting because both girls were naked and their breasts bounced around freely as they ran through the room. Finally Carla caught up with Deanna and pulled Deanna down by her hair. There was a brief struggle, and then Carla straddled Deanna and sat on her chest.

Carla's legs were apart with her dark pussy hair less than six inches away from Deanna's mouth. It looked like a perfect opportunity for Carla to punish Deanna for her misbehavior. As Carla scooted her bare butt forward over Deanna's topless breasts, Alex and James moved into position to witness what was shaping up to be the most exciting action of the day!

Deanna was totally nude and lying on the floor of the Los Cufrado Police Station with the naked female cop sitting on Deanna's bare chest. Carla was straddling Deanna with her brunette bush a mere six inches away from Deanna's mouth. With the position that the girls were in, Alex and James became hopeful that Carla's next move would be to sit on Deanna's face. The tension in the room intensified as Carla slowly began to scoot forward over Deanna.

Deanna waited nervously as she felt Carla's smooth naked butt cheeks slide forward over her bare breasts. Then Carla leaned forward and her curly pussy hair rubbed up against Deanna's chin. The guys were really getting excited as they watched Carla slowly move up until her precious pink pussy lips actually made contact with Deanna's mouth. They assumed Carla was going to make Deanna satisfy her desires, but Carla only moved forward so she could reach out and grab her white uniform shirt.

Carla slipped the shirt on and fastened a couple buttons as she said to Deanna, "Don't mess with me or I'll make your life a living hell!"

With her pussy lips still pressed against Deanna's mouth, Deanna managed to reply, "Okay, okay. Get off me and I won't touch your uniform."

Carla asked, "What did you say? I couldn't understand you."

Deanna replied, "You can't here me because you're covering my mouth with your pussy. Please get off me!"

Carla said, "Okay, okay. I'll get off you," and then she slowly slid forward, dragging her pussy all the way across Deanna's face.

Deanna's little nose actually slid right between Carla's wet pussy lips. Even after she was released from Carla's grip, Deanna could still smell the fragrance of Carla's pussy on her face. The essence of Carla's sweet nectar was a constant reminder to Deanna of who was in charge.

Alex and James watched as the pretty Mexican cop stood up and draped the rest of her uniform over the partition wall. All Carla had on was her white uniform shirt. Carla fastened one button about an inch below her breasts and another one right over her bellybutton. She didn't bother to fasten the rest of the buttons. The cute Mexican girl retrieved the handcuff keys from her uniform pocket and then she turned to face the guys.

Carla said to Alex and James, "I'm an officer of the law, so don't let me catch you guys trying to sneak a peek under my shirt!"

In unison, Alex and James said, "Yes ma'am," even though the cute young officer was just daring the guys to try and steal a glimpse of her fantastic naked body barely concealed by her starched white uniform shirt.

The shirt stopped right at the bottom of Carla's soft dark pussy hair and as she walked, the shirt would separate in front and expose a little bit of her hairy triangle to the guys. In back, the shirt didn't cover Carla's entire ass and a portion of her tanned butt cheeks hung out below. Carla was still wet from her shower when she slipped the shirt on and the shirt became even more enticing when Carla's damp skin made the shirt wet in front. The thin white material became semi-transparent where her firm breasts pushed out against the front of the shirt, allowing Carla's dark nipples to show through.

Alex and James thought Carla was even hotter in her shirt than when she was stark naked. The guys followed Carla while she walked to the Chief's office to free Amanda and Christina. They watched every step the cute Mexican girl took because with each step, the back of her shirt flipped up and allowed a few inches of her perfect butt to peek out below. Carla had a great body because she worked out with her cop buddies all the time and she wasn't afraid to flaunt her firm tight figure in front of the guys. She loved teasing all the men in town and since Carla was a cop, she always had a gun by her side in case things got out of hand.

As Alex and James stood behind her, Carla leaned over to unlock Amanda's handcuffs. The handcuffs were down low behind the chair so Carla had to lean way over to unlock them. When she did, her white shirt rode up in back exposing much of her bare butt cheeks to the boys. Carla knew that Alex and James were looking at her. She was also well aware that the hem of her shirt was riding up and exposing her fine ass to the guys.

Carla acted like she didn't know Alex and James were behind her, which actually enhanced the teasing experience for the guys. Alex and James tried to be nonchalant as they peeked under the cute girl's shirt and took a nice long look at her smooth firm butt cheeks. Unfortunately for Carla, she couldn't reach Amanda's handcuffs so she had to bend over a little more. Over half of Carla's butt crack was hanging out now. Carla also had to spread her legs apart to reach the cuffs. Alex and James seized the opportunity and crotched down to get a closer look. From their vantage point, the guys were able to see Carla's pretty pink pussy lips, too.

After Amanda was freed, she just sat in the chair rubbing her sore wrists. Then Carla moved over to where Christina was sitting and bent over to unlock her handcuffs. Christina's chair was at an awkward angle which ****** the cute Mexican cop to bend over even further than before. This time, Carla's shirt slid up so far that her entire butt was on display for the guys to observe. Alex and James couldn't help staring at it. Carla's beautiful butt was smooth, round and firm, and there wasn't a trace of tan line to be found.

Then, much to the guys' surprise, Carla spread her legs wide apart. The guys hated to take advantage of the half-naked girl, but the view that Carla offered to the boys was too hard to resist. Alex and James immediately crotched down again and they were amazed by how much of her pussy Carla revealed to them.

As Alex and James stared at Carla's perfect ass and sweet pink pussy lips, Carla called out, "Don't think I don't know what you guys are doing. Go ahead, take a good look at my ass...or whatever else you can see. Then take a good look at my foot as I kick you in the balls!"

Alex and James quickly stood up and turned away from the female officer as Deanna said under her breath, "What a tease," followed by Randi saying, "What a bitch!"

After setting Amanda and Christina free, Carla lead the two clothed guys and the four naked girls to the door.

As the girls walked out of the station, Deanna turned and asked, "Don't you have anything we can wear?"

Carla said, "As a matter of fact, I do. There's plenty of T-shirts and jackets around here."

Deanna's eyes lit up, but then Carla said, "But since you and your friend called me a tease and a bitch, I see no reason to give anything to you."

Deanna spoke up, "But you deliberately teased our husbands. You stuck your ass and pussy right in front of their faces."

Carla said, "Well, I figured the guys deserved to see what a real woman looks like."

Amanda said, "You are a bitch!"

Carla responded, "And you're naked," as she slammed the door shut in Deanna's face and locked it.

Deanna walked over and punched James in the arm for peeking under Carla's shirt. Then she looked out and noticed that there were still a lot of people in the police station parking lot. Deanna quickly put an arm across her chest and a hand between her legs, assuming the position that Amanda, Christina and Randi had already taken.

With all the girls hunched over, trying to hide their breasts and pussies from the crowd, Randi said, "This is so embarrassing!"

Amanda said, "You're not kidding. By the way, what happened to Deanna and you? Where are your bikinis?"

Randi replied, "Destroyed! We're both naked just like you."

James chuckled and said, "Come on girls, it's not that bad. So you're naked. So there's a bunch of people looking at you. So it's a long walk home. So there's a guy with a camera over there. No big deal!"

When Deanna saw that the filmmaker was still in the parking lot, she punched James again and screamed, "It's no big deal because you have shorts on. If you don't want to get punched again, you'd better find a way to get us out of here right now!"

At that moment, James spotted the Captain from the boat and his brother standing next to their pickup truck. They were still hanging around and waved for the group to come over.

James said, "There's our ride home."

Randi said, "But he's parked all the way over on the other side of the parking lot."

Alex said, "It's either walk over there or walk home," as the men began making their way across the lot.

Deanna and Randi couldn't believe how callous their husbands were acting. It was as if the men enjoyed watching the public *********** of their naked wives. However, the girls didn't have time to worry about that now. They had to get across the parking lot to catch a ride home.

Christina went first. She ran with a hand over each boob, leaving her bare butt and dark hairy triangle right out in the open for everyone to see. That got a big cheer from the crowd. Then Amanda followed. She ran with one hand covering her auburn bush and the other hand attempting to hide as much of her bare butt crack as she could. Amanda's style left her titties bouncing as she ran, which got an even bigger cheer from the crowd.

Deanna and Randi stood there for a minute trying to work up the courage to make their jaunt across the parking lot. Finally, Deanna and Randi counted to three and then they took off together. Like Christina, Randi held a hand over each boob to keep her bare titties from bouncing around, but it left her smooth hairless pussy exposed to everyone. Randi had a nice ass, but her shaved beaver attracted all the attention.

Deanna started out with a hand over her soft brown pussy hair and one covering her butt crack, but when Randi got ahead of her, Deanna dropped her hands allowing her to run as fast as she could. Her boobs were bouncing, her ass was wiggling and her hairy triangle was totally exposed, so Deanna ended up getting the biggest cheer of them all!

When the naked girls reached the pickup truck, the Captain told them to climb into the back and he would take them to the hotel. One by one the girls carefully climbed up on the back bumper of the truck and leaned forward over the tailgate. Then they threw a leg over the back of the truck and climbed in. The cameraman assumed a low position for the shot because as each girl climbed up on the bumper and bent over, her bare butt was pointed right at the camera. Then when the girl threw her leg up over the side, it provided the cameraman with a great beaver shot.

After jumping into the back of the truck, the girls put their legs together and crossed their arms over their breasts to block everyone's view of their bare bodies. They still caused quite a stir as they drove through town. Even though their wrists were not handcuffed behind them any longer, the naked girls were still a sight for the people to behold. Like the cops, the Captain drove slowly through town, giving all the tourists and the locals a chance to look into the back of the pickup truck and see all the bare flesh on display.

When they arrived at the hotel, Deanna and Randi took off for their hotel room followed by their husbands. The men looked extremely excited as they chased their naked wives down the hallway, undoubtedly anticipating some great sex once they reached their room. Unfortunately, Amanda and Christina locked their key inside the hotel room before they left in the morning, so they had to stop at the front desk.

The disgusted woman behind the counter looked up and said, "Can I help you?"

As a few hotel workers and guests crowded around to get a look at the naked girls, Amanda said, "We locked ourselves out of our hotel room and we need another key...and hurry, please!"

The woman behind the counter seemed angry to witness the girls strolling through the lobby of the hotel without a stitch of clothing on. Amanda and Christina were turning red from *********** as everyone moved closer to get a better view of their boobs, butts and bush which were open to public viewing. Sensing that the girls were highly embarrassed, the woman decided to extend their public nudity predicament by taking her time while getting Amanda and Christina their hotel room key.

The agitated woman asked, "Do you have any identification?"

In an angry tone, Christina said, "Where would I have identification? In my vagina?"

Some of the guys hanging around laughed as the women responded, "There's no need to be rude. Just wait while I look you up in the computer."

The woman was irritated by the presence of the naked girls and she was annoyed even further by their bad attitudes. To punish the girls for their behavior, the woman decided to type as slowly as possible. She used just one finger to enter their names into the computer and she intentionally made mistakes to provide an excuse for her to start over. It was obvious to everyone that the woman wanted to prolong the girls' ***********, which was deeply appreciated by the guys standing nearby.

Both girls were facing the front desk with their hands over their butts, trying to block the crowd's view of their exposed asses. Then a couple of hotel workers, including a security guard, walked around behind the desk to get a look at the girls' bare titties. Amanda and Christina blushed knowing that they had no choice, but to stand there and let everyone gawk at them.

Amanda and Christina actually became angry when the woman asked them to step back from the counter. The woman claimed that the girls were crowding her. Amanda and Christina knew that the woman just wanted them to step back so the guys behind the counter could get an unobstructed view of their hairy triangles. At first Amanda and Christina refused to back up, but when the woman behind the desk refused to wait on them until they moved away from the counter, the girls had no choice except to step back and let everybody have a nice long look at their firm breasts, delicate nipples, smooth butts and and soft pussy hair.

Finally the woman confirmed their room number and the security guard said, "I'll escort the girls to their room and let them in with my master key," so once again Amanda and Christina were naked and being paraded through a crowd by a man in uniform.

The man was not shy about staring at the girls' bare bodies as he escorted them to their hotel room. A small gathering of men also followed the girls and checked out their bare asses the whole way. Finally, the girls got into their room, showered and went to bed. However, there was no love making this time. Both girls were totally fatigued. They just gave each other loving hugs and sweet caresses as they fell fast asleep.

Early the next morning, Amanda and Christina got on the bus that took them to the airport. On their bed in the hotel room, Amanda and Christina left behind the collection of revealing clothes that they purchased specifically for the trip. Amanda and Christina decided that their old conservative ways suited them just fine, and they were anxious to get home and assume their old way of life again.

Alex, James, Deanna and Randi came out to wish them a safe trip home. Amanda and Christina hugged them and thanked the couples for everything they did. Amanda and Christina never found out that the couples were actually the ***** behind the girls' second day of naked misfortunes, although Deanna and Randi did receive a taste of their own medicine.

At home, the kindergarten teachers' lives returned to normal and Mexico became just a memory. With their revealing clothes left behind in Mexico, there was no hard evidence to remind Amanda and Christina of all the public nudity and *********** that the girls were ****** to endure. It's a good thing that Amanda and Christina didn't make a habit of surfing the Internet for pornography. Otherwise, thanks to that filmmaker guy in Mexico, they would surely stumble upon the popular video of their naked misadventures in the Los Cufrado Police Station!

The End

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Amy and the Doctor


Naked in School

The teacher said, "Amy, it's your turn to come up to the front of the class and read your report."

I reluctantly picked up the report from my desk and slowly walked to the front of the classroom. I nervously raised my report, but when I saw all the eyes of my classmates upon me, I was unable to speak. An eighteen-year-old senior in high school shouldn't be this deathly shy, but a severe lack of self-confidence pretty much destroyed all of my social skills.

Even though I've been told that I have a really cute face, I've never been on a date or kissed a boy. I have a couple of close friends, but most of the kids in school don't even know I exist. However, the popular girls know me very well because they love to bully me. One of those girls is Tiffany, the captain of the cheerleaders, and she was in the classroom staring right at me.

The teacher said, "Amy, either read your report or you'll fail this assignment."

I said, "I'm trying Mrs. Ashford, but I have trouble talking in front of people."

Mrs. Ashford said, "If I knew of a way to cure your shyness, I'd share it with you, but unfortunately I don't."

Then Tiffany blurted out, "I heard that if you read your report in your underwear, you won't be nervous."

Mrs. Ashford said, "No, Tiffany. I believe the saying is...if you picture your audience in their underwear, you won't be nervous."

Tiffany countered, "This isn't a saying. There's documentation on the Internet confirming that addressing a crowd in your underwear helps you overcome shyness."

Some of my other classmates quickly chimed in and said that they'd read it, too. Madison, who is one of Tiffany's followers, added that the top teachers in the country were using this method with great success even though she knew the idea was completely fabricated by Tiffany. Unfortunately for me, my classmates were very convincing and Mrs. Ashford bought into Tiffany's stupid suggestion.

My heart began racing when Mrs. Ashford said, "Well, if it's on the Internet, it must be true."

I pleaded, "No, Mrs. Ashford. Please don't listen to Tiffany. She's making it up!"

Tiffany confidently said, "If you don't believe me Mrs. Ashford, you should look it up for yourself."

Mrs. Ashford turned to Tiffany and said, "The class is only an hour long. We don't have time to look it up. You're a good student and captain of the cheerleaders, so if you say it's true, then I believe you," and then Mrs. Ashford looked at me and said, "Amy, please remove your clothes."

I shrieked, "Remove my clothes? Here? In the classroom? In front of the boys...and everybody?"

Mrs. Ashford said, "Yes Amy, take off your clothes. Tiffany was nice enough find a solution to your problem so the least you can do is give her solution a chance. Now hurry up and take off your clothes. We don't have all day."

I whimpered, "But...but Mrs. Ashford, I can't take my clothes off in front of the class. Please don't make me take my clothes off."

Mrs. Ashford sternly demanded, "Quit your whining and strip! The class is waiting Amy."

When I refused to budge, Tiffany offered, "Amy looks like she needs some assistance. Should we help her?"

Mrs. Ashford gave Tiffany an approving nod, so Tiffany, along with two big football players named Chip and Doug, walked up to the front of the classroom.

I pleaded, "Please Mrs. Ashford, don't let them pull my clothes off in front of everybody," but Mrs. Ashford said, "I'm sorry Amy. You've wasted enough of our time. Now we have to take matters into our own hands."

Chip held my hips while Doug grabbed my wrists and lifted my arms up over my head. Once I was immobilized, Tiffany looked at me with a mischievous grin and pushed my T-shirt up. Doug let go of my wrists one at a time so that Tiffany could get my T-shirt off, but then he grabbed my wrists again and continued holding my arms up in the air.

Tiffany stepped aside so that everyone in the classroom could see my bra. My sandy brown hair is only shoulder length, but Tiffany brushed it back to make sure that everybody had an unobstructed view of my little white bra. Luckily I wasn't wearing a see-through bra, so my nipples were hidden. However, it was still humiliating to lose my shirt in front of all my classmates.

My breasts are only medium sized, but the bra sort of pushed my boobies together. It created the illusion that I had a lot of cleavage to offer, which the boys really seemed to enjoy. I'm also a petite girl, only five feet tall, so I don't know why it took two football players to hold onto me. Regardless, Doug continued holding my arms up while Chip hung onto my waist.

Tiffany said with an arrogant tone, "Now it's time to pull your pants down!"

Tiffany began by raising each of my legs and removing my sandals. Then she held up one of my legs by my ankle and dragged her long red fingernails up and down the sole of my bare foot. My body twitched in agony as Tiffany ******** me relentlessly by tickling my foot.

Tiffany giggled and said, "I think it's so cute when a helpless girl gets tickled!"

Mrs. Ashford sternly said, "Amy is not a play-toy for your amusement, Tiffany. You have a job to do, so do it!"

Tiffany meekly replied, "Yes, Mrs. Ashford," and released my foot.

After removing my sandals, Tiffany kneeled down in front of me, reached up and unzipped my pants. Then she unbuttoned my jeans so that they hung open in front of me. Before continuing, Tiffany moved aside to make sure that she was not blocking anyone's view. She wanted everyone in the classroom to watch me lose my pants.

Then a guy yelled out, "Look, I can see her pussy hair!"

Tiffany added, "Well, you sure can," and then Tiffany began combing her long red fingernails through the little patch of girl-fur that was exposed above the elastic waistband of my skimpy white cotton panties.

I was mortified as the football players held me in place while the rest of the class watched Tiffany play with the little bit of pussy hair that had escaped from my skimpy undies. Then Mrs. Ashford urged Tiffany to continue with the task at hand, so Tiffany moved her hands to my sides and placed her thumbs deep into the waistband of my tight jeans. As Tiffany ever so slowly slid my pants down, I sensed that something was terribly wrong. Unfortunately, it wasn't until my pants reached mid-thigh before I figured out what Tiffany was doing to me, right in front of all my classmates.

I began screaming, "Stop Tiffany, stop! You're pulling my panties down, too," but Tiffany didn't bother to stop until my pants were completely removed from my legs.

Then Tiffany saw my little undies entangled within my jeans and she sarcastically said, "Oh dear, Amy. You were right. I did accidentally pull your underpants off," and then she giggled as she stepped back so that everyone in the classroom could see my light brown pussy hair.

I was mortified. All I had on was my little bra and I was being held in front of the class with my neatly trimmed hairy triangle out in the open for everyone to see.

Thankfully, Mrs. Ashford came to my rescue and said, "Tiffany, please put Amy's panties back on her immediately."

Tiffany said, "But Mrs. Ashford, if giving a presentation in your underwear is an effective cure for shyness, then wouldn't it be twice as effective if she gave her presentation in the nude?"

Mrs. Ashford sat there for a while pondering the question as she stared at my nearly naked body. Unfortunately, the entire class was staring at my nearly naked body, too. While Mrs. Ashford took her time making a decision, my smooth legs, soft pussy hair and flat tummy remained exposed for all of my classmates to carefully examine. I was totally humiliated and I thought that things couldn't get any worse, but they did.

After what seemed like forever, Mrs. Ashford finally replied, "Well, I suppose you're right, Tiffany. Go ahead and remove Amy's bra, too."

I was still held tight by Chip and Doug as I begged, "No, Tiffany. Please don't take my bra off. I'll be completely naked," but everyone else in the classroom started yelling, "Yes! Go for it," so Tiffany gave me an evil grin and unhooked my bra.

She slipped my bra off and I was now totally nude in front of the entire class. I could feel the eyes of my classmates scanning every inch of my soft tanned skin as I was held in place and ****** to let them study my bare body. It was truly the most embarrassing moment of my life!

Tiffany reached out, squeezed my full firm breasts and said, "Wow, they're even bigger than I thought they'd be."

Next Tiffany tweaked my nipples and said, "You've got some nice pink puffies, too!"

Tiffany began making soft circles with her fingertips over my delicate pink nipples, which really embarrassed me because she giggled and said, "Look everybody. Amy must like it when I touch her titties because her nipples are poking out nice and hard," and then Tiffany stepped aside, pointed at my nipples and emphasized, "See?"

Everyone sat in silence for a moment, gazing at my bare breasts and hard nipples, and then one of the guys in the class yelled, "Touch her pussy!"

Tiffany looked me in the eyes, smiled, and then she began sliding her hand down the front of my bare body. Her fingers softly caressed my flat tummy before pausing momentarily to gently tickle my belly-button. Finally, Tiffany's fingers reached the light brown curly hair between my legs.

There was silence in the classroom as Tiffany slowly raked her long red fingernails through my exposed pussy hair. I assumed that Tiffany's goal was to playfully humiliate me, but I started getting extremely nervous because each time Tiffany's hand made a downward motion, her fingers reached further between my legs. My body shuttered when her fingertip finally made contact with my pleasure place. Tiffany managed to elevate my *********** to an even higher level by splitting my pink pussy lips with her finger and rubbing back and forth. She even massaged my little clitty, which sent chills of delight throughout my body.

Then Tiffany looked up at me and loudly stated, "You must really like this because you sure are getting wet down here, Amy!"

My face turned crimson red because now the whole class knew that Tiffany was actually getting me excited. I took a deep breath the next time Tiffany reached between my legs because it appeared that she intended to slide her finger into my wet waiting pussy.

However, Mrs. Ashford stopped her by commanding, "That's enough, Tiffany. Everybody take a seat and let Amy get up on the desk so she can read her report."

I squealed, "Up on the desk! Why do I have to get up on the desk?"

Mrs. Ashford said, "Because you're short and I want to make sure everyone can see you. Do you need Chip and Doug to help you get up there?"

Not wanting those guys touching my naked body again, I quickly said, "No, I can do it myself."

I turned away from the class and placed one knee up on the desk while my other foot remained flat on the floor. This put me in an awkward position because I was bent over with my butt sticking out and my legs spread. I looked over my shoulder and saw the boy in the front row gawking at me. A wave of *********** flowed through my body because I knew that the boy could see everything I had to offer.

Pulling myself up onto the desk left me elevated on my hands and knees at the front of the classroom with my bare ass pointed right at my classmates. In my vulnerable position, they could even see my pink pussy lips from behind. There were snickers and catcalls from both the guys and the girls as I finally rose to my feet and faced the class.

I put one hand over my hairy triangle and held my paper in front of my breasts, but Mrs. Ashford said, "Hold your paper up higher and put your free hand at your side."

From the expression on her face, Mrs. Ashford looked like she was enjoying the sight of my nude body just as much as my classmates were. My medium sized breasts, puffy pink nipples and sandy brown bush were now all completely exposed to everyone in the classroom, but I still couldn't speak. I kept thinking about the boy in the front row that was looking right up between my legs and gawking at my bare pussy lips.

Mrs. Ashford said to me, "Class ends in a minute. If you don't finish your report, we'll have to do this again tomorrow."

Then I looked to my left and noticed that the door leading to the hallway was wide open. I was so nervous that my paper started shaking, which made it even harder for me to read. Unfortunately, I only managed to mumble two sentences before the bell rang. In no time, the hallway filled with students and my classmates quickly crowded around the desk, making it impossible for me to get down.

There were guys all around me. As I stood on the desk directly in front of them, my bare butt and light brown pussy hair were right at their eye level. It allowed the boys to thoroughly examine the most private and intimate places on my young tight body.

More students began filing into the room for the next class as a crowd gathered in the hallway to get a glimpse of me standing there naked on the desk at the front of the classroom. The boys started touching my bare flesh, tickling my butt crack and running their fingers through the soft curly hair between my legs, and I was powerless to stop them. I looked to Mrs. Ashford for help, but she just sat back and smiled as if she was amused by the whole situation. Tiffany was standing next to Mrs. Ashford and she had a look of superiority on her face as she watched me suffer the *********** of being naked in school.

I panicked and started screaming, "Mom! Mom! Help me mom! Please help me mom!"

My bedroom light came on and my mom rushed into my room. I threw my blanket off and my thin T-shirt was drenched with my cold sweat. My mom sat on my bed and put her arm around me.

She asked, "Another one of those dreams, huh?"

I said, "It wasn't a dream. It was a nightmare!"

She said, "Are you sure? It looks like you were dreaming about boys. Your nipples are poking out and there's a wet spot on your underpants."

I blushed and said, "Stop it, mom. You're embarrassing me!"

My mom hugged me and crawled into my bed next to me. We cuddled until I fell asleep in the safety of my ******** arms.

Before I left for school the following day, my mom suggested that I talk to someone about my nightmares. I was totally against the idea, but my mom insisted. My mom has always been very good to me so I decided to honor her wishes and talk to a *********.

The following evening, my mom found a doctor in a social network on the Internet. There was a picture of the man wearing a lab coat in front of what appeared to be a hospital and that was enough to convince my naïve ****** that the man was a legitimate doctor.

I said, "Really, mom...you expect me to talk to a doctor that you found in a social network?"

My mom replied, "I can't ignore the fact that you keep having dreams about being stripped by your classmates, rendering you helplessly naked in school. Besides, the doctor is very good looking!"

Against my better judgment, I agreed to talk to the psychologist. Unfortunately, I had no idea that the doctor was going to make my dreams a reality!

Part 2: My Naked and Humiliated ******

I love my ******, but she has lower self-worth than I do. My mom has been pushed around by men all her life, beginning with her **********. My ****** tells stories of how her ********** spanked her bare bottom for misbehaving as her stepbrothers watched. My mom even received bare-assed spankings while her stepbrothers paraded their friends from school through the house. This made my mom the laughingstock of her high school.

The ***** continued for my ****** after she got married. I was the product of a teenaged pregnancy. When my mom was in her twenties, my ****** began blaming my ****** for tying him down and ruining his life. My ****** never hit my ******, but he sought his revenge by publicly humiliating her, which in my opinion was even worse.

It all started one night when my dad's ******** buddies came over to our trailer home. My dad told my mom to serve his friends their ******, but she refused. This made my ****** angry. Then one of my dad's friends said that if his wife stood up to him the way my ****** stood up to my ******, he would ***** his wife to serve the ****** topless.

My ****** got a gleam in his eyes and told my ****** to remove her shirt. When she refused, my ****** demanded that she take her shirt off or he would kick her out of the house. I remember hearing my ****** beg him not to make her bare her breasts to his friends, but with the threat of being homeless with a *****, my mom gave in and slipped her shirt off. Then my mom removed her bra, but held her hands over her bare breasts in an attempt to hide them from my dad's ******** buddies.

I couldn't resist opening my bedroom door a little bit so I could see what was going on. My dad seemed to really enjoy watching my mom work as a topless waitress. She was red-faced with embarrassment as she tried to hide her bare boobs with one hand while serving ****** with the other. Unfortunately, my mom's breasts were too big for just one hand and they spilled out into the open for everyone to see.

After everybody left, I silently sat in my bedroom and waited to hear what was going to happen next. I expected an argument, but my dad told my mom that he was never so proud of her. He said that my mom made him feel like a king the way she showed off for his friends. It was a thrill for my ****** to watch his friends get so excited from seeing my ******** perfect breasts. Then my mom and dad disappeared into their bedroom and I heard the bedsprings squeaking for quite a while.

My dad's friends began dropping by every Friday night. My ****** appeared to tolerate being a topless waitress in order to make my ****** happy, but after a while, watching my ****** bare her breasts to his ******** buddies didn't thrill my dad as much as it did in the beginning. My ****** determined that he needed to increase my ******** level of *********** in order for him to get as excited as he did the first time he watched my mom appear as a topless waitress.

The following Friday night, my dad gave my mom some new bikini bottoms to wear instead of jeans. My mom put them on, but after she looked at herself in the mirror, she told my ****** that she couldn't go through with it.

My mom said, "You can't expect me to wear these in front of your friends. The front is so small that my pussy hair is peeking out and it barely covers my butt in back. I don't even think I could wear these to the beach."

This infuriated my ****** and he demanded that my ****** wear the bikini bottoms...and only the bikini bottoms when she served ******. A heated argument ensued, which ended with my ****** complying with my ******'s request. My mom was mortified to be in a room filled with men while wearing practically nothing.

To make matters worse, as my ****** had her hands full delivering ******, the men would untie one side of her string bikini bottoms. On several occasions, my mom flashed part of her butt crack or partially exposed her pussy hair to the men, but she always managed to catch her bikini bottoms before they fell all the way off. My mortified mom looked to my ****** for help, but my dad just stood in the background with a big smile on his face while offering no assistance at all.

If that wasn't bad enough, after a month or so of watching my ****** struggle to keep her bikini bottoms on in a room full of men, my ****** found something even more revealing for my ****** to wear. My dad ****** my mom to perform her waitress duties clad only in a pair of tiny see-through panties. The panties were so small that some of her butt crack hung out in back and the material was so sheer that the men could see her hairy triangle showing through the front of the veil-thin panties.

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.