How it all started
Hi, my nameís Debbie. Iím an 18 years old
slim(ish) brunette hairdresser with a 36B 25 35 figure. My friend Vanessa has
talked me into writing this story but I canít type and donít have a PC. So,
Iíve written a lot of notes and Vanessa has typed this from them.
When I was 15 I discovered that I had this
Ďpowerí over men. Iíve never really been the shy type, I suppose thatís
something do with the fact that my mom died when I was 8 and my dad had to bring
me up on his own (no brothers or sisters). Iíd had to Ďgrow upí quick too
as my dad had managed to keep his job and look after me. I suppose I missed out
on the little chats about what little girls should and shouldnít do that I
guess mothers give their daughters. I was a Ďlatch keyí kid who had to do a
lot more of the household chores than most kids do. Not that Iím complaining,
Iíve always got on well with my dad and he never hit me or anything like that.
By the time of the big discovery Iíd had a
few boyfriends and been groped a few times but Iíd never had full sex. Of
course I knew all about it and talked to my friends about it lots of times but
Iíd never really been interested in it (sound weird now). On a couple of
occasions my boyfriend has persuaded me to wank him but I (foolish girl)
hadnít really enjoyed it.
Anyway it was one evening and I was going to a
party at Lindaís house. Dad was telling me that I had to be back home by
midnight but I knew that the party would go on for a few hours after that and I
wanted to stay until it finished. As I was having a shower I was feeling unhappy
about dadís deadline and I thought that Iíd have one more go at trying to
persuade him to let me stay Ďtill it ended. After I dried myself I put my robe
on and went straight downstairs to try again. He was sat in his big armchair
watching television wearing only a T-shirt and his boxer (nothing new). I went
and sat on his lap and put my arms round his neck and my legs over the side of
the armchair. I love my father and Iíd used that technique to persuade him
hundreds of times before.
What was different that time was that I was by
then a full-grown woman wearing only a robe. My bare legs were visible right up
to half way up my thighs and the short robe meant that my naked backside was on
his lap with only his boxer shorts between his cock and my pussy. Iíd only
been there a couple of minutes when I realised that he was getting a hard-on and
his face was getting red.
Then it hit me; my dad was getting sexually
excited because my scantily clad body was on his lap. My brain was in
over-drive. If my body had that effect on my dad, could I use it to persuade him
to let me stay out late? My body is just something that I have, itís not the
real me, thatís inside me. Itís not exactly the body that I would have
chosen, but it will do. If I could use it to get what I wanted from my dad then
perhaps I could use it to get other things in life.
Those few seconds that it took for me to
realise that changed my whole outlook on life. I was starting to see signs that
my dad would relent and let me stay out late so I started wiggling around on his
lap. He was getting redder and redder. By the time dad gave in and said that I
could stay out late, my robe was gaping open and when I looked down I could see
my tits and my pussy hair. If I could see them then my dad must have been able
to see them as well. Not only that, my sexual awakening had left my pussy all
wet and his cock pressing onto it through just his boxers (poor man). I gave my
dad one last big hug and went back upstairs to get dressed.
The party was okay but my mind was pre-occupied
by my new discovery. My life changed that night and being the typical selfish
teenager I took advantage of my father. I used my body to get just about
anything I wanted. Not the materialistic things, my dad isnít well off and I
would never make him Ďgive me his last roloí if you know what I mean.
In a way my dadís life improved that night as
well. I started letting him Ďaccidentallyí seeing a lot more of my body,
especially when I wanted something. I stopped closing bedroom and bathroom doors
and taking my time getting dried of changing clothes. I noticed him watching me
a few times, but I just pretended that I hadnít seen him. I started sleeping
in the nude and wearing just a short T-shirt around the house. When I think back
he must have had some fantastic views of my naked backside and pussy.
I also discovered the joys of masturbation
round about that time. I guess that I really was a late developer. Letting my
dad see me naked was making me horny.
Things at home went from being good to being
very good. Both dad and me were happy with the new me. After a few weeks of
getting dad to agree to almost everything that I wanted. I started thinking
about how I could improve things at school. Iíd already decided that I wanted
to leave school as soon as I could and get a job and start earning some money
but to stand any chance of getting a reasonable job I needed to get good grades.
I was in History one day and was as bored as
ever. Iíve never liked History and was never any good at it. My mind was
drifting miles away and I started remembering some of the times that Iíd let
my dad see my pussy. All of a sudden there was a loud bang and I came back down
to earth. I looked at the teacher and realised that he was looking at me. It was
then that I realised that my knees had opened up and with me wearing a
short(ish) skirt that had slid up my thighs as Iíd slouched down in the chair,
the teacher must have been able to see right up to my knickers. Being the tease
that I now realise I am, I let my knees open up even more. The teacher must have
been able to see my white cotton knickers and the wet spot that was growing on
them. For the rest of the lesson I opened and closed my knees quite a lot.
At the end of the lesson I stayed back and told
the teacher that I knew that History wasnít my best subject and that I really
wanted to improve my grades. I asked him teacher if he knew what I could do to
improve them. In his usual Ďstuck-upí tone he said that I should continue to
sit at the front, that students usually concentrate better when theyíre sat at
the front. He said that I should be more Ďopení, show teachers what hidden
talents I had, what I was hiding beneath that outer shell of mine. All the time
that he was saying that his eyes were looking down at me legs. I knew exactly
what he was saying and what he wanted me to do. The crafty sod had said it in
such a way that it could be taken two ways, one that could get him into trouble
and one that couldnít.
Just to make sure that he understood that I
understood what he was saying I said that I understood that if I kept showing
him my hidden talents then I would get good grades. He said that we understood
each other and that he was sure that with similar effort, all my grades would
improve. As I was leaving he reminded me to sit at the front for the next lesson
and said that he would see how I got on.
My heart had been pounding all though that
conversation and it wasnít until the next day that I realised that he was
telling me to flash my knickers at other teachers as well.
When I went to the next History lesson later
that week Iíd gone to the toilet first and rolled-up the top of my skirt a
couple of times to make it shorter. By the time Iíd sat down and slid down the
chair I could just about see my knickers never mind him. I kept my knees apart
for most of that lesson and on the way out I asked the teacher if I had
improved. He said that I had and if I made more improvements Iíd soon be
getting top marks.
Just before I went to History the next week I
went to the toilet again. I was feeling excited (and wet) and after Iíd had a
pee and pulled my knickers back up I suddenly had the urge to take them right
off. Iíd already rolled-up the top of my skirt and as I walked to that History
lesson I felt very naked, but at the same time excited and wet.
At first I sat there bolt upright and with my
knees firmly together. The teacher looked disappointed and kept asking me
questions. Although I didnít have the right answers I relaxed a bit and before
I knew it my knees were open a bit. I opened them more so that the teacher could
see my pussy and kept my eyes firmly on his. You should have seen his face when
he did look. He stopped talking and stood there with his mouth open for a few
seconds before talking garbage for a while. When he did start talking sense
again, not only was there a smile on his face, but I was feeling good as well.
Just before the lesson ended I waited until he
looked again (didnít have long to wait) and I put my hand under the desk and
scratched my pussy. When Iíd done I lifted my hand up and looked at my very
wet finger. As I was leaving the lesson he called me back and said that I had
done very well and that if I continued making similar improvements then he was
sure that Iíd soon get top marks.
Over the next few weeks I continued to take my
knickers off before going into History and then putting them back on again
afterwards. I even started playing with myself a bit when the teacher was
looking. I didnít do it too much because I didnít want to have an orgasm in
the middle of a History lesson.
One night after flashing my pussy at both my
History teacher and my dad (as I walked naked from the bathroom) I got the urge
to try something else to try to get that elusive A+ grade. I went back into the
bathroom and borrowed dadís razor. I spent the next 10 minutes shaving off all
the hair on my body below my neck. Iíd borrowed dadís razor to do my armpits
and legs before, but not my pussy. I nicked myself a couple of times and I felt
a bit Ďrawí afterwards, but I gave myself an orgasm before I went back to my
bedroom. Unfortunately dad had gone to bed by then so he would have to wait to
see the new me.
I felt even more exposed and excited the next
time I took my knickers off to go into the History lesson, but you should have
seen the face of the teacher. Again I sat upright with my knees firmly together
for the first half of the lesson but when I did open them and the teacher saw me
he just about choked to death. One of the other kids had to go and get him a cup
of water before he could finish the lesson. I got my A+.
While all this had been going on Iíd stopped
caring about whether or not any of the girls in my class saw me naked in the gym
changing room Ė not that Iíd really been bothered before, it was just that
all the other girls always covered themselves as soon as they could, so I did.
Iíd started taking my time getting showered and dressed and always took ages
to dry myself. At that stage I didnít think that I liked other girls (sexually
that is), but I discovered that getting showered with other girls always left me
with one slight damp spot that I couldnít really dry with a towel. Anyway,
when I shaved for the first time I didnít think about getting changed after
games, it was only as we were walking towards the gym that I thought about it.
By then it was too late but I found that having other girls stare at and
whispering about my bald pubes made me more confident and excited. As I walked
home that night I resolved to shave every day.
I should have realised what would happen but I
didnít. I was quite surprised a few days later when I was walking down the
busy main corridor in school. One of a group of boys pointed to me and said to
his mates ďThatís the girl who shaves her cunt.Ē One of the girls in my
class must have been telling her boyfriend or brother about me. At first I was
shocked, but during the next lesson that shock turned to excitement and I had to
go to the toilet and frig myself after that lesson.
The Easter Holidays
It was getting near to Easter and the end of
term. A few exciting things happened to me that Easter. In the few weeks up to
Easter my dad had started returning the Ďfavourí to me and had stopped
shutting doors. I saw him naked a few times, including once in the bathroom when
he had a hard-on. I stared at it for ages before he realised I was there and got
into the shower.
The biggest event was me losing my virginity
and then going to a concert. Another was Katrina 16th birthday party.
My daily paper-round got more interesting and I experimented with round long
objects. I also had a bit of fun at the swimming pool - twice. Iíll try to
remember them in chronological order.
On the Friday night before the first weekend of
the holidays it was Katrinaís 16th birthday party. I went wearing
some baggy shorts and a blouse that tied in the front. No buttons. Katrinaís
parents had gone away for the weekend and left her and her older sister to look
after the place. Half the class from school were there together with quite a few
that I didnít know. A lot of people had resorted to sitting on the floor,
including me and one of my mates who I was talking to.
A number of boys had come over and asked if
they could get me a drink and then as a second thought, asked if they could get
Trisha (my mate) a drink as well. I asked Trisha why they all asked me first and
she pointed to my shorts and asked if Iíd forgotten to put any knickers on.
Trisha couldnít see from the angle she was at, but the lads obviously could. I
told Trisha that I hadnít forgotten to put knickers on. What I didnít tell
her was that I had deliberately not put knickers on. I wondered just how much of
my bald pussy they could see.
We were all drinking, but I certainly wasnít
drunk, Gemma was though. It was obvious when she came over to us and plonked
herself down next to me. A short while later she passed out. I tried to wake her
but she was gone. About 10 minutes later 2 lads came and picked her up saying
that they would take her upstairs to sleep it off. Neither Trisha nor myself
thought anything of it and carried on talking.
A bit later Trisha saw someone she had to talk
to and I decided to go for a pee. As I was walking along the landing I looked
into the bedroom that had its door partially open and the light on. What I saw
shocked me. There was Gemma and the 2 lads. Gemma was flat-out on the bed with
her top round her neck and her skirt round her waist. Her knockers were down
round one ankle. One of the lads had his face at her pussy and the other was
having a wank over her face. I stood there mesmerised until the lad wanking
came. His spunk went all over her face. That brought me back to reality and I
quickly went to the bathroom.
As I was peeing I thought about what Iíd
seen. Iíd never much thought about oral sex and never been eaten before. I was
still in a bit of a trance when I went downstairs and plonked myself down on the
floor. As I sat there drinking, I decided that I might try passing out and see
if the same thing happened to me. I lay back against the wall and over to one
side to wait and see. At one point Katrina came and tried to wake me but I
didnít respond. I was just about on the point of Ďwaking-upí when I heard
the 2 ladís voices. My heart started pounding as I felt myself being lifted up
and carried upstairs.
As I was dropped onto the bed I felt my arm hit
someone. I guessed that I was next to Gemma. One of the lads tried to wake me,
but I ignored me. I nearly Ďwoke-upí when one of them slapped me on the
face, but I managed to ignore it - just. I heard them discussing what they were
going to do then I felt my top being untied and my shorts opened and pulled
down. Next I heard one of them tell the other that he was right, I did have a
bald pussy. My shorts were taken right off and my legs were opened wide. My
heart was really pounding and my pussy was aching for attention. I could feel my
juices leaking out.
There was a long gap before anything happened,
then one of them told the other that he wanted to fuck me but he was scared that
I might be a virgin and bleed on the bed. Half of me was disappointed by that,
but the other half wanted him to fuck me, I was randy and wanted sex. They
decided that one of them would start on my lower half and the other on my top
half and then swap over later. After a short pause I felt warm air being blown
on my pussy and I nearly gave the game away when what must have been his tongue
licked my clit. The feeling was fantastic and Iím sure I moaned out loud.
There was another pause before I felt the tongue again.
I was in heaven and when something touched my
mouth lips I automatically opened my mouth and the other lads cock went into my
mouth. I couldnít stop myself, I started sucking it. The lad was a bit
surprised and told his mate so. Within minutes I had a mouth-full of his cum. I
had all on to swallow it without choking and Ďwaking-upí.
Whilst I was sucking, the other lad was doing
an amazing job on my pussy and one of them was playing with my tits, my nipples
were aching as well as my pussy. It wasnít long before I couldnít resist any
more and I came. It was weird and extremely thrilling to be cumming in front of
2 unknown lads whilst pretending to be unconscious. I couldnít feel either of
them touching me as I came, so they must have just been watching me shaking and
moaning. But still (I donít know how), I managed to stay Ďunconsciousí.
Just as I was calming down I felt another hard
cock touch my face, I opened my mouth and in it went. This cock wanted to go
down my throat and I had all on to relax enough to let it. It felt as if it were
going down right into my stomach. As I started sucking I felt another tongue
start on my pussy. This ones teeth found my clit as well and it wasnít long
before I was cumming again, so was the cock in my throat. How I stayed
Ďunconsciousí I will never know. The cock in my throat was getting soft and
I was getting back to normal. I heard the ladís say that theyíd never heard
of a girl cumming while she was unconscious. I still havenít.
When theyíd done with me they pulled my
shorts up and fastened my blouse and left me. When I heard the door shut I
opened my eyes and looked at Gemma. She was still out of it so I lifted her
skirt up and pulled her knickers down. I wanted to know what it tasted like to
eat a girl. I didnít get her to cum but I did notice a nice taste developing
in my mouth. I waited about an hour before going back downstairs and pretended
that Iíd just woken-up. The 2 lads were still there and I smiled at them, but
neither of them came over to me.
At the time it seemed a bit weird eating
another girl, but it was nice. I donít think that Gemma ever found out what
happened that night.
The next day I slept late and then went to go
to bed early. As I was walking back to my room with just a towel round me, I saw
dad in his bed reading and went in to see him to tell him about a concert that I
wanted to go to. At first he said ďNoĒ so I lay on the bed next to him and
started saying, ďPlease daddy.Ē Before I knew it we were messing about like
we used to do when I was a little kid. You know the innocent type of stuff,
little kid climbing all over a parent tickling each other. Well, the next thing
I remember was being on top of dad, facing him with my knees either side of him.
Not only had my towel come open at the front and was down round my hips, but the
quilt that had been covering dad was down at the bottom of the bed.
Like me, dad slept in the nude and when we
stopped to get our breath we both realised what position we were in. As we just
stared at each other I felt his cock get hard and start pressing against the
crack of my bum. When it stopped growing I lifted myself up and let his cock
fall into its natural position, which was just where my pussy was. Still staring
into his eyes I lowered myself down so that his cock found the entrance to my
pussy. Dad started to say something about us not doing anything, but I continued
to slowly lower myself down onto him. I felt a sharp bolt of pain as I lost my
virginity, but boy, did it feel good.
I slept with my dad every night for those 2
weeks before he finally put his foot down and told me that it was wrong and that
it must stop. I knew he was right even though it was good, so I let him win that
Iíd discovered sex and wanted to experiment.
I think it was the first Monday when dad and me had had a Ďquickieí before
he went to work, I was feeling a bit frustrated and wanted more. I lay in bed
thinking what it would be like to have different things inside me. Iíd heard
stories at school about candles but we didnít have any, so I got up and went
looking for something to use. Iíd also heard someone mention a carrot so I
went downstairs and into the kitchen. As luck would have it we had some. I tried
a small one first. It went in easily and I got myself worked-up well with it.
Next I tried the biggest one we had, bigger than dadís cock. I was surprised
how easily it went inside me. I made myself cum with that one but still wanted
more. I looked at the cucumber that was in the basket and thought that it was
too big, but one end started small and then got bigger. I sat back on the edge
of the kitchen table and eased in it. Iíd just got the thick part in when I
saw someone at the kitchen window (the kitchens at the front of our house).
It was the postman and he was holding up a card
and a pen. Shock and embarrassment both hit me at once. I quickly pulled the
cucumber out and grabbed the kitchen towel. It wasnít very big and I had to
hold it to keep it in place. It just about covered my tits and pussy, but it
didnít go far enough round me to tuck the end in. I just stood there staring
at the postman thinking what to do. He obviously wanted me to sign for a letter
or something. After what seemed like an eternity I went to the door and opened
it. The postman was stood there with a big grin on his face. Before I could say
anything he thrust the card and pen at me and asked me to sign it. As I grabbed
it the towel dropped. It was too late then, heíd already seen me more than
naked so I scribbled my name, gave him the card and pen back, grabbed the letter
and slammed the door. My heart was pounding for ages before I calmed down and
realised that I had really enjoyed the whole thing. My pussy was wetter than
before and that dull ache was so strong that I was close to cumming.
In the afternoon, as the weather was nice, I
decided to go for a walk in the park wearing a short(ish) skirt, jumper and
denim jacket. No knickers. As I went out of the house I felt the fresh air blow
up my skirt and onto my naked, shaved pussy. What a fantastic feeling. The
tingling in my pussy was brilliant. As I walked down the street I was very
self-conscious and kept imagining what the people I was passing would say if
they knew that I didnít have any knickers on. I met a neighbour who said
ďhiĒ and started to talk to me. Iím sure that I went a bit red as I though
about what he would say. At the same time the tingling was getting stronger.
In the park I went to the kids play area and
sat on one of the swings. There were no kids there but there were people walking
passed. As I went back and forwards (forwards was the best), I felt the air rush
against my pussy. I opened my legs as wide as the swing would let me.
A lad that I vaguely knew from school (a couple
of years younger than me) rode passed on his bike and must have seen right up my
skirt. He was staring at me and then he turned round and came back to me. He
stood in front of me as I went back and forwards. His eyes were firmly fixed on
the tops of my legs. As I looked at him he was trying to talk to me, but he
wasnít making much sense. I was enjoying his embarrassment and fascination.
I heard an ice-cream van and the lad asked me
if I wanted one. As he rode off to get it he said Ďdonít moveí, but I did.
As I saw him riding back with 2 ice creams in one hand I got of the swing and
walked towards a seesaw. He had a disappointed look on his face as he gave me
the ice cream. He neednít have worried cos I got on one end of the seesaw and
told him to get on the other (a see-saw is a plank of wood pivoted in the middle
so that the person on one end goes up while the other person goes down). He must
have had a perfect view of my pussy as we went up and down. Poor lad was talking
utter garbage. In the end I got up, thanked him for the ice cream and left.
At one place in the park there is a crossroad
of paths with a seat set back about 5 metres from the path. I went and sat there
for a while to enjoy the sun and perhaps to flash my pussy at anyone who passed.
While I was there only 3 men went by. One was an old man walking his dog, he
smiled at me and said, ďhello, nice out isnít it?Ē as he stared at me. The
second was a middle-aged man out jogging, he nearly ran into an old woman as he
stared at me. He came back a few minutes later to have another look. The third
was youth of about 18 who came over to me and stared chatting to me. The
conversation got a little too personal for me and I just walked away from him. I
guess I was living a bit dangerously and looking back I think I was a bit
When I got home it was time to do my
paper-round. Without really thinking (or perhaps I was), I got my bike out of
the garage and rode off. Wow, Iíd ridden my bike in a skirt before and I
suppose that I must have felt the saddle through my knickers before but the
experience that day was something else. My skirt was hanging over the back of
the saddle and my bare, bald pussy was on the saddle. As I peddled along the
saddle seemed to be getting further and further into my pussy. I was quite hot
and flustered by the time I got to the newsagents and the man asked me if I was
okay. I said I was, but he insisted that I sit down for a while. He asked me if
I wanted something to drink and went and got me a coke. As he came back to me
Iím sure he was looking up my skirt. He never asked me for the money for the
coke, which was a surprise as heís got a reputation for being a tight fisted
After I finished the coke I said I was okay,
picked up my papers and left. Getting on and off my bike doing the round was
quite an experience and by the time I got home I was very close to cumming. I
went straight to my room and finished the job. I did my paper-round in a short
skirt and no knickers for the next few days, right until the weather went cold
again. I would certainly recommend girls to cycle with no knickers, itís
I was looking for other places where I could
flash my pussy. I wanted somewhere where I would be safe, but could still have
some fun. I thought about the swimming pool and decided to go. I hadnít been
for well over a year and didnít have a costume that fitted me. The last one
that Iíd used was a bikini that would have been way too small for me by then.
I thought about going any buying a new one as I tried to get into the old one.
As I untied the sides to make the bottoms big enough I had an idea. In the past
Iíd always fastened the cords so tight and with double knots, that there was
no chance of either half coming off. If I fastened the cords loosely then I
might just have some fun. I practised fastening the bottoms looser and higher
and lower on my hips. In one position I discovered that I could get the gusset
to hang down leaving my pussy partially exposed. I also cut the lining out of
the top and bottoms.
When I got to the pool I put the bikini on and
looked at myself in the mirror. It took me ages to pluck up the courage to go
out of the changing rooms and when I did I jumped straight into the pool. As I
did I felt the top come up off my breasts and I quickly pulled it back on. I
slowly swam up and down for a couple of lengths before relaxing. I started
experimenting with re-tying the cords on the bottoms to move the triangles of
material to one side. I found that I could get them fastened so that one lip of
my pussy wasnít covered. It felt good as I swam like that. I even started
swimming breaststroke on my back like that and gave a man a right eyeful. It was
as I re-adjusting the bottoms to see how far I could let the gusset hang down
without losing them as I swam along that I noticed a group of noisy lads get in
the pool. I didnít know any of them but that didnít stop them trying to chat
me up. Theyíd got a small ball with them and we throwing it to each other.
They invited me to join in. I donít know if it was on purpose or not, but one
of them seemed to deliberately make me have to jump to catch it. I hadnít
really thought about it, but I suppose it was inevitable. One time when I jumped
up my top came undone and half-floated off me. At first I didnít realise, but
the ball kept coming back to me. It was only when someone else stopped and
stared at me that I looked down and saw my breasts. I quickly re-fastened my
top. I asked of one of the lads how long Iíd been like that and he said
ďages.Ē When I asked him why he hadnít told me he said that he was
enjoying the view.
We continued for a few more minutes before one
of them decided that they were going to the coffee bar. They invited me along
and as I pulled myself out I was a bit disappointed that my neither half of my
bikini came off. Most of use walked to the coffee bar while one of them went for
some money. We sat round a table; all of us well back from the table. I donít
really know why, I guess that it was because the last people whoíd used the
table left the chairs like that. I noticed that 2 of the lads were looking down
towards my pussy so I looked. The thin lycra was clinging to me showing the
outline and curves of my pussy lips. Not only that, the material was off centre
and one lip was partially visible. When I saw that, I felt that tingle again and
the material got a bit wetter.
I was enjoying the ladís attention and the
free drinks that they were buying me. As they watched me and talked to each
other I thought of the phrase ĎPussy Powerí and decided to exploit it some
Back in the pool we started playing tag and
after a couple of minutes I suddenly realised that the neck cord on my bikini
was getting loser and that my nipples were on show. What the hell, I thought and
carried on. All of a sudden it was my turn to be tagged and 2 of the lads
pounced on me. When they backed-off I realised that both halves of my bikini
were gone. I was naked. One of the lads dived down near me and came up with my
bottoms and then swam off. They all disappeared to different corners of the pool
leaving me to wonder what to do.
I played the innocent and asked them for it
back and came out with all the usual Ďit isnít fairí etc. but they
didnít want to know. The just kept telling me to go and get them. I tried a
couple of times, not caring if anyone else noticed (there were about 20 people
in the pool and one pool attendant, a man of about 30). In the end I thought
right, lets have a bit of fun and embarrass them a bit as well. I swam to the
side furthest away from the changing rooms and the pool attendant and got out of
the pool. I stood there naked with my hands on my hips shouting, ďThatís not
fair, will you lads give me my bikini back?Ē Well, anyone in the pool who
hadnít noticed by then certainly had then. The pool attendant rushed round to
me taking his shirt off as he walked. When he gave me the shirt I held it
against the bottom of my breasts. I could still see my nipples and Iím sure
that my pussy wasnít covered. I watched the lads as they let go of my bikini
and pretended to be not involved. It took ages for the pool attendant to get
people to retrieve the 2 halves and bring them to me. All that time I was stood
there with lots of people looking at my pussy, what a thrill.
When the pool attendant finally handed me my
bikini, I gave him his shirt back and stood there for a while waiting for him to
say something. His eyes were going up and down my naked body. Finally he told me
that he thought that I should get dressed so I turned round and walked right
round the pool to the changing rooms, with my bikini still in one hand. I could
feel my heart pounding and my pussy tingling like mad as all those eyes watched
me walk out. Fantastic.
Over the Easter weekend dad and me were still
making love and I wanted to be with him. He took me to the seaside on the Easter
Monday and he was a bit shocked when he realised that Iíd got no knickers on.
We had a long talk about incest and men having sex with minors, but I managed to
persuade him to let us keep on doing it Ė for a while anyway.
During the middle of the following week I went
to the swimming pool again. This time I went into the family changing room which
for a city as small and as grotty as Derby, is quite big. I was a bit
disappointed when there was no one else in there. Iíd taken my small old
bikini again and fastened it so lose that it was just about falling off. As I
jumped into the water I felt the top rise up to my neck and had to pull it down.
I very slowly swam around and then floated on my back. It was easy for me to
pull the bottoms to one side so that even I could see my pussy lips.
There was a group of boys and girls in there
that were a couple of years younger than me, who all had goggles and were taking
it in turns to dive down for something that they kept throwing. Iíd backed up
to the side of the pool and was standing there, neck deep, watching them. It
wasnít long before whatever it was they were throwing landed near me. I
watched the lad dive down in front of me and it took ages for him to come up.
Heíd spotted that my top was not covering my breasts and that my bottoms were
moving around making it easy for him to see my pussy. When the lad did come up
he looked at me then went straight to his mates and started whispering to them.
The game was abandoned and the lads all started diving in front of me.
After a while I got bored and swam away. At
first they followed me, but they soon got bored when I kept thing in place.
I soon discovered that it was easy to get the
bottoms of my bikini round my ankles just by pushing off the side with my feet.
I did this a couple of times in a quieter part of the pool and really enjoyed
the feeling of swimming just about naked. The feeling of the water rushing
passed my pussy was good. I did this once too often and they came right off. I
was frantically looking for them when I saw this man swimming around under water
in front of me. The water there is deeper than I am tall and I was having to
tread water. I was using the legs open then closed method and the man must have
been getting a right eyeful. When he came to the surface right in front of me he
asked if I had lost something. I gave him some story about the fastenings having
come undone, I donít know if he was listening, never mind believed me.
As he went down again I realised that my top
was up above my breasts as well. That man took ages to find my bikini bottoms
and he spent most of the time underwater right in front of me. I loved it.
Eventually he came to the surface with my bikini bottoms in his hand and gave
them to me. He said something to me but I canít remember what. I decided that
Iíd better swim to a shallower part of the pool so that I could put them back
on when I could touch the bottom. Just as I found the bottom of the pool I saw
the pool attendant standing beside the pool next to where I was. He shouted at
me and told me to get out of the pool immediately. I started to say that I
couldnít because I still had my bikini bottoms in my hand but he just shouted,
ďnow.Ē What could I do, I got out and stood right in front of him. I looked
down and saw that my top wasnít in its right place either, my right nipple was
The pool attendant recognised me from the week
before and threatened me with all sorts of trouble if I didnít behave.
Standing there naked, I tried to argue with him but he didnít want to know. In
the end he told me to get out, so I slowly walked back to the changing rooms.
Just before I turned the corner I realised that it was very quiet in there so I
looked round. Everyone was just looking at me. When I turned the corner I got a
sudden urge and turned to face everyone. I was out of sight of the pool
attendant so I jumped up in the air throwing my arms and legs out wide and
shouted ďYes!Ē As my arms went up I felt my top come up over both breasts.
Back in the family changing rooms I took what
was left of my bikini off, collected my shampoo and soap and went to the
showers. As I turned the corned I saw that there was a man and his little
daughter there. They both had their costumes on, but I was naked. The man stared
at me as I showered not caring that he was there. As I walked out I noticed his
cock had grown a lot bigger.
My Last Term at School
It was soon back to school and for my last
term. Iíd been thinking about my success with the history teacher and been
wondering if I could have the same success with some of the other teachers. When
I went into history Iíd forgotten to take my knickers off first and the
teacher had given me some disapproving looks and asked me some awkward
questions. I finally twigged that he wanted to look up my skirt, so I let my
knees open. By the end of the lesson he was smiling and Iíd got a wet patch on
Even though Iíd been thinking about it, I was
still a bit shocked when the history stopped me as I was leaving his lesson. He
told me that I had made a good start to the new term and that he hoped that I
would continue displaying more of my hidden talents. What he said next was the
shocking part, he said that he was sure that Iíd get higher grades in some of
the other classes if I were to show those teachers my hidden talents. I just
said, ďyes sirĒ and walked out. As I was walking home that night I resolved
to get more ĎAí grades.
Some teachers were easier to flash at than
others were. Making progress with getting higher marks proved to be a bit
complicated. I didnít want to show my shaved pussy to them straight away so I
started going a little bit further each time. As we had more of some lessons
than others, it wasnít long before I was getting confused as to which teacher
I was wearing knickers for and which I wasnít. In the end I just gave-up and
stopped wearing knickers at all.
A couple of weeks later my dad was at home when
I got home from school and without thinking I went and sat on the sofa and
lifted me legs onto it. Dad must have been looking because he asked me if Iíd
been to school without any knickers. Without any hesitation I just told him that
Iíd stopped wearing knickers. After a short pause he said that it explained
why he hadnít seen any in the washing lately. I then got a little lecture
about being careful and not giving any boys the wrong impression. I didnít
have the heart to tell him that I loved all the attention that I was getting,
although I think that he already knew that.
Shortly after the term started a lot of use
went on one or two weeks work experience. I got 2 separate weeks, one at a hotel
out in the dales and the other in a big office in town. The big office was
boring. Iíd gone in all prim and proper on the first day (worn knickers as
well). It turned out that most of the staff were all quite old and they only
wanted me there to do the filing and other rotten jobs. On the Monday night I
decided that I would liven the place up a bit and on the Tuesday (and the rest
of the week), I went to work in my shortest skirt, no bra and no knickers. You
couldnít see my breasts through my tops, but my nipples stuck out. You should
have seen the faces of some of the old fogies when I bent over or reached up. I
didnít get much of a thrill (well not that much) from it, but I did get a few
The hotel job was fun. Because it was out in
the middle of nowhere I had a little room to sleep. I had to share it with one
of the waitresses. She (Gail) was quite a laugh. She knew how to enjoy herself
and twice I woke up to hear her at it in her bed with some man or other. One
night after weíd finished in the restaurant we went for a drink in the bar and
then for a swim in the hotel pool. It had been closed but Mike (another one of
the staff) opened it up and the 3 of us went skinny-dipping. Mike didnít look
at all surprised when I took my uniform off to reveal nothing on underneath. I
think that Gail must have told him. Sheíd watched me get dressed and undressed
and asked me if I enjoyed not wearing underwear.
Anyway, It felt good swimming in the nude and I
watched Mike fuck Gail as she lay on the side at the shallow end with her feet
in the water. Mike has a big cock. He asked me if I wanted some of it but I said
that I was happy just watching. I was sat on a chair behind Gail as they fucked.
Mike was watching me play with myself.
One Saturday that I went into town I had to buy
myself some new shoes. Dad had given me some money, but not enough for the shoes
that I wanted. I was looking at the shoes when a middle-aged man came up to me
and asked if he could help me. I was a bit startled, as my mind was miles away
and I must have jumped a little. When I turned round he was a nice enough
looking man and I suddenly had an idea, could I use my Ďpussy powerí to get
a discount. I asked him if he had the shoes in my size. He told me that he would
go and look and suggested that I have a seat. I looked for a seat facing a wall
and as I went to it I pulled up my skirt a bit. On the wall opposite where I sat
was a mirror, as I waited for him I crossed, then uncrossed my legs and saw that
when they were uncrossed I could see the front of my pussy in the mirror.
When the man came back he gave me the shoes to
try on. That threw me for a second, I needed him to be down at my feet. After a
couple of seconds I asked him if he could help me. He got down on his knees and
started taking one of my old shoes off. At first he didnít notice anything,
but when I lifted my other foot up he certainly did. His face went bright red,
but that didnít stop him looking. As he helped me on with the new shoes I slid
down the chair a bit so that he saw more, but not too much. When he stood up to
let me try walking in them I could see that he was happy with what he saw.
I liked the shoes and wanted them so I told the
man that I liked them but didnít have enough money. At first he said that the
price was as heíd told me, so I told him that Iíd seen him looking up my
skirt at my pussy. I asked him if he liked what heíd seen. He went all red and
quietly said that he had. I then asked him if he could give me a discount. At
first he said that he could give me 10% but I asked for 50. When he didnít
answer I told him that if he promised to give me the 50% he could help me take
the shoes off and he could see a lot more. He went redder and agreed.
I sat down again, but with my bum just perched
on the edge of the chair. With my knees about a foot apart I asked him to help.
It must have taken a good 5 minutes to get those shoes off and my old ones back
on. All the time I could feel his eyes burning into my pussy that was getting
wetter and wetter. That felt good and I got the shoes for half price.
My grades certainly did improve over that term,
but some teachers were more demanding than others were. The English teacher had
even dropped a hint in open class when he had told everyone to Ďlet their
fingers do the talkingí whilst we were answering his questions. He'd been
referring to us doing a long essay for one set of homework, but when he was
saying it he was staring at me (well, between my legs). I was idly playing with
my clit at the time. I knew what he meant and I increased my finger movements
until I came, right there in class. I was surprised that some of the other kids
didnít realise, especially when I could even smell my sex. The teacher enjoyed
it though and I got an 'A' for my next homework.
I only managed to improve my grades where there
was a male teacher. There was only one woman teacher who looked as though she
might be interested and there werenít any rumours about any of them being
lesbians. I tried flashing my knickers at her, but she just ignored me.
PE was a different thing, some of the other
girls commented on my lack of knickers but I managed fob them of with some silly
story. I donít know (or cared) if the believed me. The main sports that we
played were hockey (not much because it was summer term), tennis and athletics.
I wore a little tennis skirt, which was interesting, but I always had a good
excuse for not doing things like the high jump or anything else where I would
have ended up on my back. I never felt that brave at school, especially with a
teacher around. Even so, some of the boys knew that I didnít wear knickers and
used to hang around me at times. Iím sure they were hoping that Iíd trip-up
and go flat on my back or something.
As the weather got warmer I started not getting
changed before doing my paper-round. All that cycling and getting on and off my
bike with no knickers on really made me excited and horny and most times I was
all happy and flushed when I got home. Thereís many the time that I used to go
straight to my bedroom any make myself cum.
Dad started to notice my flushed state. He knew
what I was doing and how good it made me feel. I lost count of the number of
times that he asked me if Iíd enjoyed myself, or told me to concentrate on
road safety and not pleasure. At first I got a little embarrassed by his
comments, but in the end I used to tell him that Iíd cum a couple of times
(not true) and I even told him street names. He did see me frigging myself
afterwards a few times though. As I said, I stopped closing my bedroom door and
a couple of times that I was at it, laid on my back with my legs wide apart and
skirt round my waist, he walked passed and stared in. I was dying to invite him
in to finish the job, but I didnít have the courage. I donít think that he
would have anyway.
During that term I got asked out by 2 or 3
boys. I a way I wanted to yes because I wanted to get their cocks inside me, but
I didnít. At the time I reckoned that I had enough on my plate and that a
boyfriend would have made life a bit too complicated.
There were the usual school end of year
parties. Ours was very boring. So much so that a group of us went off to one of
my mates houses. Her parents were away so we had the place to ourselves. We
found the booze and all got quite drunk and someone suggested playing Ďstrip
spin the bottleí. I was only wearing a skirt, top and shoes and I remember
being naked first. One or two others ended up naked as well. I remember us all
laughing when one of the lads had to take his underpants off and was embarrassed
by his hard-on. The game ended when one of the girls refused to take her
After that I remember us dancing for a while
(still naked or partially naked). After that I must have passed out, the next
thing I remember is waking-up the next morning with a very sore pussy. No one
could tell me what had happened to me and none of them really wanted to talk
about it. Iíd been fucked with something, I doubt that it had been one of the
lads. They were too pissed and I was quite dry; and I didnít get pregnant.
Getting a Job
After leaving school I started looking for a
job. I suppose I should have started earlier, but dad said that I should wait
until my exams were over and I got the results. I didnít get good exam
results, but I did get excellent grades in some subjects. I told my dad that I
was very nervous in the exams. I used that excuse at job interviews as well.
In the 6 weeks between leaving school and
getting a job I was very lazy. I went for about half a dozen interviews before I
finally got a job. Well thatís not quite true, I got offered 3 jobs and
didnít want them.
The first was at a firm of accountants. The
place looked okay and there were a couple of young girls there. The problem was
that the man interviewing me was a creep. As soon as he opened his mouth I
realised that he was just going through the motions and had no intention of
offering me the job. Once Iíd got over the annoyance I decided to have a bit
of fun. Iíd dressed quite conservatively really, but without knickers. We were
sat at either sides of a low table and I could see him looking at my legs all
the time. ďRightĒ I thought, ďlets see what I can do.Ē I started
un-crossing, then crossing my legs. The inevitable started happening and my
skirt started to ride up my thighs. Not only did I not pull it down, but I made
a big thing of the crossing and un-crossing. By the time interview was over, not
only had the man got a real eyeful of my pussy and painful hard-on, but heíd
virtually offered me the job. Three days later I got a letter offering me the
job, but by then Iíd decided that the place would have been too dull and
The next interview I went to was at Derbyís
biggest department store. Iíd already decided that I didnít want the job
before I went for the interview but went along just for the experience and a
laugh. It was a warm day and Iíd totally inappropriately for an interview,
flared mini-skirt and white tie front top. No underwear. The old biddy of a
receptionist looked down her nose at me, but I was just hoping that it would me
a man that interviewed me. It was, he was probably in his mid forties and really
fancied himself. The look of disgust on his face when he first saw me was
incredible and with a minute or so heíd managed to get in some comment about
the stores dress standards. Iíd already decided that I wanted to make him feel
uncomfortable. Iíd pulled the chair that heíd offered me right back before
sitting down and did the full Sharon Stone bit crossing and un-crossing my legs.
The poor manís face was getting redder and redder. In the end he was trying to
find ways round the stores rules so that I could work there. I played along with
him for nearly an hour before I finally told him that Iíd decided that I
didnít want to work there.
The third interview was at a Sainsburys
supermarket. Again, I didnít really want it and had turned-up
Ďinappropriatelyí dressed. The young man who was doing the interviews just
couldnít keep his eyes of me. Well my legs anyway. In the office where the
interviews were being held there was a round table with a chair at either side.
As he led me in there he moved the chairs so that they were both on the same
side facing each other. Iím sure that he only moved them so that he could see
how far up my skirt he could see. Well, I wasnít going to let that opportunity
go so I let him see the lot. I could see his cock straining in his trousers, it
was great. He offered me the job there and then and asked me out, but I turned
him down on both counts.
There was one more interview that I went to
that I remember well. It was in the office of a big firm of solicitors. Again, I
hadnít really fancied the job and had gone wearing just a short skirt, blouse
and shoes. The job was for a receptionist and as soon as I walked in I wished
Iíd dressed smarter. The office was up some steep straight stairs and the
receptionistís desk was right at the top so that they could see down the
stairs. What I liked about it was that the desk wasnít really a desk, it was a
table. Thatís to say no sides, just 4 legs. Everyone walking up those stairs
would have a fantastic view of the receptionistís legs. I had romantic visions
of flashing my pussy at every man who came in and finding a dishy, rich young
client who I could fall in love with.
The firm was run by a very nice middle-aged
woman. There was a photograph of her son on her desk. She told me that he had
just graduated from university and would be starting in the firm soon. I donít
know if it was the way I was dressed or the lack of qualifications, but I
didnít get the job.
Most of those 6 weeks that summer had quite
reasonable weather. During just about all of them I wore nothing more than a
skirt, top and shoes. I got a lot of pleasure doing my paper-round during that
period. I also teased the neighbourís teenage boys a bit as well. It all
started quite innocently with me sunbathing in the back garden. I was feeling
quite tired and lazy after a night round town and I lay on the grass in my skirt
and top. It had got quite warm so I went and changed into my little bikini.
After a while I noticed the upstairs curtains on the house next door moving and
a face appearing for a few seconds.
I started thinking and realised that there was
no one around except for these faces at that window. I went and got some sun tan
lotion and dark glasses then took my bikini top off and rubbed sun tan lotion
all over my top then legs. When I got up to the tops of my thighs I looked round
to see that no one else had appeared. As I look round I looked side ways at the
window. The 2 lads couldnít see me because of my sunglasses, but I could see
them. I then untied the sides and let it drop to the floor before putting lotion
on the bits that Iíd missed. When Iíd finished I lay down with my feet
facing the window. I positioned myself so that I could see them, but they
wouldnít realise because of the sunglasses.
I had their full attention and after a couple
of minutes I slowly opened my legs to let the sun get to the inside of my
thighs. The 2 lads kept watching for about 5 minutes before the faces
disappeared. I must have dozed off because sometime later I woke-up and heard
the lads whispering. Theyíd come outside and were obviously looking at me
through holes in the fence. I smiled to myself and went back to sleep. The next
thing I knew was that my dad was stood over me telling me to turn over before I
got too sunburnt.
Iíd also got into the habit of going round
town with some of my mates a couple of nights each week. Because of my skimpy
clothes and the way that I teased some of the men, my mates kept calling me a
slut and a prick-teaser. It never bothered me and after the first round each
night we never bought another drink. There was never a shortage of men trying to
hit on us and a couple of times I ended-up going home from some blokes house
next morning. I even had one knee trembler in a shop doorway. It was good fun,
but nothing serious.
My 16th Birthday
This was at the end of August and I went round
town with Trisha and Gemma (I still hadnít told Gemma what had happened to her
at the party). I got a little drunk and staggered home, arriving at the same
time as my dad. Heíd been out boozing as well and we were both Ďhappyí. I
put the kettle on while dad went to bed. When I took him his coffee he was
laying there, in just his boxers, watching television. There was one of these
channel 4 sex programmes on and dad had a hard-on. I was feeling randy and
wasnít going to miss the opportunity. I put his coffee down, whipped my top
and skirt off and was on top of him before he had time to object. He tried to
stop me, but not too hard and we slept together that night.
I woke-up before him and gently got him hard,
then woke him as I lowered myself down onto him. When my dad relaxes and enjoys
himself, he really knows how to please a girl.
That was the last time that I had sex with my
My first full-time job
A couple of days later I went for the interview
for the hairdressing job. Iíd decided that I fancied being a hairdresser and
had dressed a little less Ďsluttyí. The salon manager was a nice man who
kept looking at my legs but seem all that bothered by my short dress. I got a
phone call the next day offering me the job. All the girls there wear white
cotton uniforms that fasten down the front with press-studs. Some of them were
getting a bit worn and I could see what a couple of the girls were wearing
underneath. The uniform that I was given was new and when I wore it with nothing
underneath no one could tell.
One bad thing about a full-time job was that I
had to give up my paper-round. It wasnít all bad, I went to work on my bike
until the weather made it too unpleasant.
I like my job, okay itís hard work at times,
but we have quiet times and we sometimes get some quite dishy men in. Iíve
been chatted-up a few times and been out with a couple of them. Iíve found
that some men just canít cope with a girl that doesnít wear underwear and
flashes her pussy. Others just canít get enough and some will do almost
anything that you ask for a quick flash. I went out with one bloke, for a couple
of months, who got his kicks from watching me flash other men. Weíd be in a
pub or restaurant and heíd tell me to open my legs. Trouble was that I was
usually way ahead of him and already having fun. Iíve only met one man like
Vanessaís Jon. He obviously likes what he sees, but I canít twist him round
my little finger like I can with most men. I think that itís because heís
quite happy with Vanessa.
Over the last couple of years Iíve never had to pay for a holiday (and Iíve had a couple of really good ones), rarely bought a drink or a meal (except when Iíve been out with my mates) and Iíve managed to get a good, cheap flat to live in. All in all, Pussy Power was a brilliant discovery for me. In general, men are mugs, all it takes is a quick flash of my pussy and theyíll do anything that I want. I just canít understand why more women donít exploit this fact.
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