Erica's Thanksgiving

by American Cowboy

"Oh come on, Erica, it will be fun!" my friend Christa said, sitting atop her bed in her room.

It was the first week of November, unseasonably warm, and we were gathered at the house of my friend from college. It was the four of us, Christa and myself, along with Alicia and Carrie. The busty brunette and the buxom blonde were my close friends since high school. Now, the ginger-haired art student peered at me over the rim of her stylish black glasses.

"I don't know," I whined. "I'm just not comfortable around kids…"

At my side, Alicia giggled and pinched my arm. "You're just saying that because my cousin is always catching you naked! I swear, that boy has learned more about female anatomy from you…"

"Quit it!" I folded my arms and turned away, feeling my ears blush bright red.

Christa continued her pestering, "Well they are not little kids. They are seventh graders… practically young men and women. And I could really use your help on this project."

Her project was to create a Thanksgiving-themed feast complete with costumes and decorations. This was to be arranged at the local junior high school, and it was all part of the Art degree Christa was working toward. Carrie and Alicia were pitching in, and now they wanted me involved.

"You'll make such a cute little Indian," Carrie said.

I frowned at her and replied, "I believe the correct term is Native American."

The playful strawberry-blonde only smiled and squealed, "That's perfect! You will make a great Naked American…"

"Native American!" I repeated, feeling flustered and nervous. "Really, Carrie, you need to learn to be more sensitive."

Christa suddenly bounced off the bed and grabbed her bag. "Then it's decided! We're all in this together. Now let's go shopping."

Well! I wasn't really sure that anything had been decided, but who could argue with a trip to the mall. So I found myself trailing after the girls as we piled into Alicia car and drove off. Leaving me to wonder what I had gotten myself into. It was made clear to me there would be no backing out and that was that. With a sigh, I just resigned to being a part of the project and tried not to worry about it. Then I could enjoy the rest of the day.

The next three weeks seemed to fly by. Now Thanksgiving was only a few days away, and I know kids all over were looking forward to the holiday break, even us kids going to college. Yet here I was, standing in the girls bathroom of a junior high school, surrounded by my friends, Christa, Alicia, and Carrie.

The seventh grade classroom had already been prepared for the feast, and that was fun. But now it was time to change into our costumes. Alicia and Christa were going as Puritan women, in their long black dresses and white kerchiefs over their heads. To my surprise, Carrie actually put her hair up and dressed like a boy Pilgrim, complete with the tall black hat and a toy popgun. She was adorable in her puffed out pants and buckle shoes. There was something strangely erotic about this beautiful young woman wearing these old fashioned men's clothes.

Now I was stripped down to my underwear, which made me very embarrassed because my other friends were all covered up. Carrie handed me a doeskin loincloth and I quickly tied it on at my waist. The brown tasseled hem barely reached past the crotch of my panties. And I was pretty sure I was showing too much hip and leg. But before I could say anything, Alicia was behind me unhooking my bra!

"Hey!" I cried, startled and embarrassed.

Christa held up the matching doeskin top and explained, "Really Erica, the Indians weren't running around in those lacy things back then! This is much more authentic."

Submissively, I dropped my arms and allowed Alicia to come around so she could pull my bra off my body. I closed my eyes knowing that my breasts were feeling quite perky today, and… oh! I could sense my nipples sticking out, almost wiggling.

"Here, you better put this on," Christa's infectious giggle caused me to open my eyes again.

Before I could be further humiliated, I grabbed the top and hurried to get it in place. It kind of tied on like a bikini, with durable strings that fastened at the back of my neck. There were tassels that hung down in front, but my tummy was left quite bare. I had to admit, the feel of the soft material on my skin felt really nice. Adjusting the top to make sure I was covered, I then walked over and slipped my feet into a pair of boots.

"I figured these might go with this outfit," I said shyly to the other girls looking at me.

Carrie folded her arms in disapproval. "This isn't Cowboys and Indians, Erica! And Indians didn't wear cowboy boots!"

"Native Americans…" I started to remind her.

"Just take them off," my friend insisted. "You'll have to go barefoot, like a good little Indian princess."

I clutched my hands to my chest, looking around with wide eyes. The girls said nothing, waiting for me to continue. So I obediently lifted my legs, though reluctantly stepping out of the boots. I watched as Alicia gathered all my things to be taken back to the classroom. Arching up on my toes, I was starting to feel a little nervous.

"Something is still not quite right," Carrie declared, eyeing me critically.

Christa then opened up her bag and found what was missing. She pulled out a simple headdress. Really it was just a band, and had a single soft feather sticking up in the back. The detailed-orientated Art student walked over to my side and placed the final part of the costume on my head. I had to reach up myself, checking that the band was secure around my hair, and I could feel it was a snug fit.

At that moment, with my hands positioned on top of my head, Carrie stepped in front of me so she could stick her fingers under my loincloth.

"Wh- what…" I gasped, startled.

In one quick motion, Carrie yanked my panties down my legs completely! Christa and Alicia were on either side of me, holding me steady. This allowed the strawberry-blonde to take one foot in her hand as she slipped the fabric free and then removed them from my other foot. She stood up, twirling the material around her finger.

"There," she said triumphantly. "Now you look perfect, Erica!"

My hands darted down from the feather, to the doeskin cloth, which was the only thing covering my bare crotch. "How…"

"She's even talking like an Indian," Alica giggled.

I turned to look at my friend in surprise. "Seriously! I cannot go out into the school like this! I'm barefoot, and… I'm hardly wearing anything at all…"

Christa did a slow walk around me. I could tell she was actually considering going ahead with this! When they told me I would be dressed in a Native American costume, I never thought it would be an outfit so risky! And to be paraded around in front of a class of Junior high school students, like this.

"No, no, it's not that bad," Christa said, apparently warming up to the idea. "This is much closer to an authentic representation, Erica."

Speechless for a moment, I could only reply, "But… my underwear!"

Carrie grabbed her gun and took me by the wrist with her other hand. "Don't worry so much. Let's go!"

Alicia in her pilgrim woman outfit moved ahead to open the door. With Christa behind me, I was dragged out of the restroom and into the school hallway. There were some students about, and they watched us with great interest. They pointed and laughed, but more so in a spirit of fun and enjoying the holiday. No one seemed to think I was inappropriately dressed. My little bare feet slapped over the floor as we marched toward the seventh grade classroom. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad.

Then, Carrie leaned in close and whispered in my ear, "God, you look sexy!"

That made my face blush bright red, and I could feel my nipples poking beneath the doeskin top. I suddenly felt very self-conscious again, but now it was too late. The teacher greeted us at the door and invited us inside.

"Don't you ladies look wonderful!" she said with great enthusiasm. "What splendid costumes! Good job, Christa. Now I will leave the students in your care until I return later this afternoon."

The classroom had been festively decorated for Thanksgiving. In addition to the autumn colors, there were harvest scenes and Indian tribal colors. The desks were pushed together to make a large banquet table, around which all the students were seated. They were all prepared for a sumptuous feast.

I kind of stood shyly off to the side, while Christa talked to the boys and girls about the importance of this day of remembrance. She told them about how grateful the Pilgrims were to have the assistance of the Native Americans to get them through that first rough year in the New World. It was at that point, she signaled me to bring out the first platter of food, just like we had rehearsed.

Of course, when we were going through her lesson plan, I had been fully dressed. Now I was scantily clad in a loincloth and basically a bikini top. I looked at Christa and silently shook my head. She in return, shot me a glance so fierce, that I really had no choice but to follow her instructions. So I started to walk to the table on the side where all the food was prepared.

Moving slowly, so as not to reveal too much, I felt like all eyes were upon me. While my friends were dressed in baggy, conservative clothes, I had much of my slender twenty-year-old body on display. I imagined the students enjoyed the stark contrast, the show of my bare tummy as well as my arms and legs and feet. Trying not to make eye contact, I reached the table and picked up a tray of sliced turkey meat.

Christa went on to explain how the Native Americans showed the Pilgrims the best places to hunt, in order to make their provisions most bountiful. She was really doing a great job, and Carrie was hamming it up with the toy popgun. Finally, I placed the platter on the center of the stable and stepped back toward the front of the classroom.

All the students looked at me and thanked me, as if they were real Pilgrim boys and girls. That actually made me smile, and created a warm feeling in my tummy. That is until, one boy in the back of the room.

"She doesn't look like a real Indian," he stated.

I thought that was a bit obnoxious, since of course we were only pretending. It's not like I ever claimed such heritage. For that matter, my friends were not real Pilgrims, and Carrie was certainly not a man! But that did not seem to bother the other students who were now mumbling in agreement. Somehow, it was only me who they decided, did not fit the part.

I figured it was probably because of my fair complexion. These students were probably used to reading their history books and seeing pictures of Native Americans with more brown or reddish skin. And my hair was soft brown, coming down to my bare shoulders, instead of long, black and braided. But seriously, what were they expecting?

Carrie was crouched down between a couple of girls, who were sharing some reading material. Evidently, it contained pictures of the Mayflower, and the Pilgrims being greeted by the Natives. Another boy found a book about the various tribal people and showed this to Carrie as well.

"I see what you mean," my friend said.

The young woman dressed as a Pilgrim stood up and walked back toward the front of the room, moving behind me. I felt her hand on my shoulders and I froze.

"It seems the boys and girls are used to seeing Indians bare-chested…" Carrie giggled.

Before I could react, or say or do anything, the girl had her fingers on the leather tie string. It came undone quickly, and then Carrie reached up to unravel the tie behind my neck. Sweeping her hand in front of me, she pulled the doeskin top completely off.

And just like that, I found myself standing before thirty students with my small tits sticking out! In fact, I was up here in front of everybody only in a loincloth! Alicia and Christa looked shocked at first, but then broke out in laughter as the seventh graders cheered their approval.

Carrie held the material over her head for everyone to see. She then went on to explain how the Native Americans taught the Pilgrims to use animal skins to make all sorts of helpful and wonderful things. I'm sure she was making this up as she went along. I watched as she gave my top away to one of the girls, who delighted in the soft pliable leather. Rubbing my bare toes behind my other leg, I lifted my hands to hide my elongated nipples.

But Christa was soon at my side, moving my arms out of the way. "Erica is a shy little Indian!"

"We can't be doing this!" I hissed, my eyes darting around the room.

The college Art student only rubbed my arm affectionately saying, "Just play it off as being natural. It certainly is more realistic. And since the teacher isn't here, I guess I'm in charge… and I say it's OK! Besides, female Native Americans weren't self-conscious about their chests."

"Well I am!" I sputtered, feeling my whole body blush.

The girls then left me, so they could attend to the rest of the feast. For a moment, I just stood there, trying hard not to cover my breasts because that would draw attention to my embarrassment. I felt like I was standing up in front of the class in just my panties. But as I slowly started to move and walk on my bare tiptoes around the corner of the room, I realized it was much worse.

I was now even more sensitive to the soft flaps of the loincloth bouncing over my pussy and my bottom. There was nothing covering my sides, only the twined strings across my hips like a bikini. I was sure that if any of the seventh-graders got too curious, they might easily peek beneath the single item of clothing that I was wearing. Not to mention my exposed nipples, which were so erect!

Rubbing my arm just above my elbow, I used my other hand to reach down and make sure that the front loincloth stayed in place. I had made it to the table where we had set up refreshments and other desserts. Here, I hoped I could remain mostly out of the way, and let Christa, Alicia, and Carrie take care of the rest.

But attending to all thirty students, the girls had their hands full. Suddenly, one of the boys seated at the side of the table closer to me, was asking for more grape juice. I looked around, then realizing that he expected me to refill his cup. Nervously, I picked up the pitcher and walked over to his chair. This was as near as I had been to any of the students.

He held his drinking glass firmly on the table, and I had to bend over so I could pour the juice without spilling any. Straightening myself again, I thought that wasn't so bad. And then his friend on the other side of me, gulped down his drink, asking me to fill it back up. With a sigh, I turned and bent down and proceeded to pour the juice out of the pitcher.

Behind me, I felt a little tug on the loincloth. I looked over my shoulder, to see the young man inspecting the material.

"Please," I said quietly, "Please don't play with that…"

The boys giggled, which made me blush. But he did let go and I was free to return to the food and refreshments station. Now I watched as they continued to turn around and laugh. I decided I had better move to another part of the room. So with my little tits sticking out, I stepped lightly toward the back of the classroom and walked around the table. A couple of girls stopped me, and one of them told me that I was pretty.

"Thank you," I said shyly, reaching up a hand to tease the ends of my hair.

Noticing the books that were open on the table before them, I recognized these girls as the ones Carrie had been chatting with. Her friend had the doeskin top that my friend had given away! She had the soft leather stretched out and was stroking it like she might a furry pet.

The girl looked up at me and said, "This is so nice. Did it come as part of a set?"

"I think so," the other seventh grade girl said, lifting up my front loincloth.

"Um, please be careful," I told them, trying not to point out that I had nothing on underneath.

"I wish I could have been an Indian," the first girl said, holding up the top to her own budding chest.

Her friend rubbed the front of my loincloth and asked excitedly, "Oh! Can we try this on as well?"

"Girls, no!" I started, feeling very flustered and embarrassed. "I'm sorry…"

"But why not?" they both whined in unison.

I squatted down between the two of them, and drew them close. My voice was barely above a whisper as I explained the loincloth was the only piece of clothing I was wearing. I didn't want anyone else to hear.

Then one of the girls stood up and offered me her seat. "You must be tired from standing, especially since you aren't wearing shoes!"

Well, I had to admit it would be nice to sit down even just for a minute. I slid over onto the chair, and carefully crossed my legs. Reaching my hand lower, I rubbed my heel and bare toes. It felt sort of strange sitting at the table like this, surrounded by the other Junior high school students. Many of them were as tall as me, so I practically fit in.

"Now we can have a closer look at this one," the girl said, quickly untying the straps at my hip.

I was alarmed, but afraid to jump out of the seat. "No! You can't… I'll be completely naked…"

"You still have your Indian headdress," the other young lady pointed out, gently patting the feather that stuck up behind my head.

Self-consciously, I lifted my hands to touch the leather band around my hair and forehead, making sure it was secure in place. In that moment, the other student finished the knot and was able to whip the loincloth right off me! Stunned, I sat there… nude at the table!

The girl held the material against the front of her pants and twisted around to show her friend. "You know, we read that the Native Americans helped teach the Pilgrims how to dress warmly for the winter."

The girls continued to giggle and chat. Amazingly, I felt myself getting turned on! Well how could I not, being unclothed in a junior high classroom surrounded by dozens of young people. It was my worst nightmare, and the humiliation only began to increase my arousal.

At that moment, the door opened, as the teacher returned to check on how things were going.

"Hide me!" I squeaked.

"No, just stay where you are," the girl standing up advised, while rubbing my bare shoulders. "I bet she won't even notice."

Her friend sitting next to me reached over and squeezed my thigh. "Pretty cool, huh?"

I watched as the teacher walked over to Christa on the other side of the room. She said that everything looked wonderful, and the students nearby nodded in agreement. Luckily, I was all the way in the back, and did my best blend in. I wished I could turn invisible.

"And where is your friend who was dressed as an adorable little Indian?" the teacher asked.

Alicia moved in to take the woman by the arm and answered, "Oh, Erica has been very helpful. She has been spending extra time with the boys and girls to make sure they understand the true spirit of cooperation between the Native tribal people and the first settlers."

Hearing that statement made me blush, and I wondered if my friends had known about my predicament. It seemed odd that they had left me on my own for so long. But I saw now that Alicia's explanation had satisfied the teacher, as she started to depart from the classroom.

Pulling the white tablecloth over my lap, I kept my legs crossed and began to bob my foot up and down. By squeezing my thighs together and contracting my vaginal muscles, I was able to create a rather nice sensation. I was starting to feel really good, in a bad way.

Suddenly, a boy slid his chair next to me. "Hey, what's your Indian name?"

"Wha… What?" I stammered. "I don't understand…"

"Come on," he insisted, "the Natives had tribal names, like Pocahontas, right? Are you still wearing your costume?"

The news must have spread around this side of the table. His questions had me flustered. I turned my head, and saw the girls waving my doeskin top and the loincloth.

One of them spoke, "She was showing how the Indians cared for the Pilgrims by giving us her clothes."

The boy grinned. "Yeah? Then I guess your Indian name can be Running Bear. Although you better make that, B-A-R-E! So how about you run over and get me more juice."

"Oh!" I gasped as the students around me giggled and teased. "But… but…"

All of a sudden, it was like I was back in high school. The way things would get out of control, events leading me to do things I never thought I would do. I could see the eager, curious look in their eyes and I knew these students wanted to see me naked. It made me feel so excited, and guilty at the same time! I found myself placing my feet on the floor and pushing back the chair.

Then I slowly stood up, arms at my sides. They looked at me, at my full frontal nudity, completely bare from head to toe. Everyone was looking at me!

Realizing that I could not remain in the classroom like this, I spun around and started to walk quickly around the side of the room. This allowed more people watching my pointy nipples quiver and my tight bottom bouncing. Only when I reached the front of the classroom did I shyly cup a hand over my pussy and hide my breasts.

"Erica, what happened to the rest of your outfit?" Carrie laughed.

Confused, as it did not seem I had much to begin with, I asked, "Rest?"

"You still have your Indian feather," the strawberry-blonde pointed with her chin.

Like playing a game of "Simon Says", I felt compelled to lift my hands up to touch the feather attached to the headband. I lifted both my hands, leaving them in that position. In this way, I stood totally naked before the class… my shaved pussy lips parted, and I could feel my clit becoming erect. Closing my eyes, I shuddered.

"Carrie," I whispered. "I need to go… I'm very horny, and I can't stay here!"

When my friend's heavy sleeve brushed past my elbow, I had to open my eyes again. She was headed for the classroom door, where she opened it up and took a peek outside into the hallway. Then she pointed to two boys along the side of the table, the two who had been pestering me earlier.

"You and you," Carrie said with authority. "Come up here."

The young gentlemen were all too happy to oblige. Alicia and Christa moved over as well, standing in front of me to shield my body from the rest of the class.

"What's going on here?" my two friends dressed as Puritan women both asked.

Carrie had her toy popgun and pointed it at me. "It seems Erica has been a naughty little Indian, and must be cast out of the tribe. Boys, do you think we could chase her all the way to the playground?"

My eyes went wide in shock.

One of the seventh-graders rubbed his shirt across his nosed then answered, "Yeah, I guess. What happens if we catch her?"

"Well, let's give her a head start…" the twenty-year-old blonde who was herself dressed up like a Pilgrim smiled so mischievously, it made my erect nipples stand straight up!

Then, just like that, she fired her toy gun, which made a loud pop and sent a cork connected by a string in my direction. It hit me in the tummy and made me jump, the whole class erupting in laughter. Suddenly, the mood had changed from a Thanksgiving feast, to more like a Salem witch hunt! Taking my cue, I dashed out of the classroom, fully naked into the school hallway.

Oh my gosh! I thought to myself, strangely remembering to adjust the Indian feather and headband. Out here it was quieter, but the stillness of the corridor made me very aware of my nudity. A little further down I crept, until I could hear the muffled sounds coming from other classrooms. What if a teacher walked out of her room! I quickly clasped both hands over my pussy and spun around.

Desperately, I thought I should head for the girls bathroom. Maybe my clothes were still there. I honestly don't remember if Alicia had taken them with her. I looked over my shoulder, then jogged through the hallway, my bare bottom bouncing playfully. If only I wasn't in some junior high school… this was so humiliating!

And then I heard voices coming from around the corner. Carrie, maybe? But instead it was an older woman's voice and another lady. It might be a school administrator… and a class mother! I was horrified at the thought of being caught running around without any clothes on. So I considered my options in a panic. The boys had said I could run out onto the playground. Maybe that was a good idea, and I should leave the school building.

The voices grew closer as my bare feet slapped over the tiles. I had to think quick… which way was the exit? I paused after I passed by some festive holiday decorated bulletin boards. My nipples and pussy quivered, my whole body seemed to tingle.

"Oh…" I moaned, as I scanned the hallway to make sure the coast was clear.

Before I knew it, I was streaking past the main office. Hopefully any secretaries would be too preoccupied to watch me running through the hallway. I glanced again over my bare shoulder, to see that no one was following me. But then I looked straight ahead, only to nearly stumble into a student who was dressed for hall monitor duties.

The boy was wearing a bright orange sash that was slung over his shoulder and fastened at the hip. His eyes were wide as he raised a hand, effectively stopping me in my tracks. I stood with my arms dangling at my sides, eyeing the hall monitor sash longingly. It would have fit nicely over my slim body, effectively shielding one breast and maybe hang low enough to cover my crotch.

"Um," the junior high school boy stammered.

"Ah…" I started to explain, "Is this the way out of the school?"

The boy looked me over from head to toe and then asked, "Do you have a hall pass?"

"Look!" I answered, feeling incredibly flustered, "I'm completely naked! I don't have anything on me…"

"Oh, but you're dressed like an Indian," the hall monitor observed.

His mention of my minimal costume caused me to lift my hands again self-consciously to the headband. My tits stuck out a little further, or I should say, my elongated nipples. Then I turned around, afraid that someone would be coming around the corner at any moment. This gave the boy a nice view of my feather from behind, if that's what he was looking at.

"Yes, I was helping out at the seventh grade Thanksgiving feast, and I lost the rest of my costume in an accident," I confessed.

Cupping my hands over my shaved pubic mound, I glanced over my shoulder at the boy. I told him that I needed to leave because I was so embarrassed about what had happened. He seemed to genuinely feel sorry for me. Holding out his arm, he pointed the way to the exit.

"Thank you," I said shyly. "And please don't tell anyone you saw me like… this."

As I crossed my arms in front of my bare body, I proceeded to jog down the length of the hallway until I reached the exit. The whole time, my cute little ass wiggled and bounced, making me feel very horny. I couldn't wait to be alone. Pushing the door open, I checked to see that no one was immediately outside the school building. I turned my head to look back down the corridor, where the hall monitor was watching me. Very slowly, I stuck my slender leg outside and wiggled my toes. Then I pulled the rest of myself through, walking outside totally naked!

I shivered a bit, but more out of excitement than because I was cold. Actually, I was rather warm, and the fresh air felt nice on my skin. Slipping a finger inside my pussy, I found I was quite hot! Right there, I started masturbating, on the steps of the junior high school.

"There she is!" someone shouted.

Opening my eyes halfway, I saw three people coming straight at me. It was Carrie, I realized, and the two boys from Christa's classroom. Oh, why now! I looked down, and saw that I still had a finger between my soft, silky, pink folds of skin. This, I removed, and stood with my arms at my sides for a second feeling ashamed and blushing.

It's like they knew I would emerge out of this doorway. As surely as my clitoris emerged out of its hood, fully erect for all to see. So I placed a palm in front of my pussy and swung my other arm out as I started to run off to the side.

"Don't let her get away!" Carrie called out.

Get away? Where could I possibly go? We were still on school property, and that thought frightened me and thrilled me at the same time. I ran barefoot across the parking lot, spotting the playground over by the grass and some trees. It looked like there were a number of places to hide, as long as the kids didn't come out for recess. Well, I could hide from anyone leaving the building, but Carrie and the boys saw exactly where I was going.

Halfway toward the edge of the asphalt pavement, the boys caught up with me. Nude, I had stepped daintily on my tiptoes, aware of my delicate pink parts on display in broad daylight. But the boys in their sneakers had no trouble closing the distance. They came up beside me and took me by the wrists, one on each side. In this way, they deliberately walked me over to the swing sets.

Here they made me sit while we waited for Carrie to join us. The black rubber seat felt nice on my bottom. I crossed my legs, keeping my toes raised off the ground, and covered my small tits with my hands. The young woman who was dressed as a pilgrim approached the three of us and stood in front of me.

"Well, boys, what have you found?" she asked, smiling.

One of the young men behind me said, "We caught a wild Indian!"

"Native American," I squeaked, and started bobbing my foot up and down.

Carrie bent down and took both my feet in her hands. Gently, she separated them, spreading my legs wide apart. I was revealing a lot, but I knew she wanted me to stay in that position.

The strawberry-blonde young woman looked over at the seventh graders. "And what do we do with a captured Native?"

The boys thought for a moment before one of them said, "I was watching some old movies, with Cowboys and Indians… sometimes they would scalp them."

"Well, as you can see," my friend pointed directly at my bald crotch, "this little Indian doesn't have much hair on her body. But let's tie her up!"

I almost jumped out of the swing, shocked by her suggestion. But Carrie was standing in front of me, and my legs were opened invitingly, making me aroused and ashamed at the same time. The boys on either side of me grabbed my arms, pulling them away from my body. At once, my perky breasts were exposed and Carrie leaned forward to flick my nipples.

"Oh…" I moaned.

Taking my arms, the two young men brought them to the chain links that hung from above, supporting the swing seat. They then began to wind some sort of rope around my wrists, tying me to the chains. I squirmed and kicked my bare feet up and down, but it was no good.

"It was a good idea to grab these jump ropes," one of them said.

In protest I cried, "Do you treat the other girls in your class like this!"

Actually, the thought of being a girl back in junior high school and getting stripped stark naked on the playground by my classmates was very exciting. In a sense, these boys were fulfilling a fantasy of mine, and I felt an orgasm building. I struggled against the ropes and chains one more time, and then planted my heels in the ground.

The three Pilgrims now stood in front of me, seeing every inch of my unclothed body.

"I guess you can take her feather as a trophy," Carrie offered.

One boy ran behind me, the other move forward, practically climbing on top of me. Together they reached for the Native American headband, lifting it off my hair. I whimpered, completely nude and helpless. In fact, now that they had the feather, I felt like they had removed everything I was wearing… stripped entirely!

I bucked my hips once, as a pearl drop of cum formed just below my pink clitoris.

"OK, boys, you can go back to class now and show the others how you dealt with the Indian," Carrie instructed.

"Cool!" they both shouted, and with the headband and feather in hand, then ran back to the school building.

A little dazed, I shook out my shoulder-length brown hair. I tried to stand up, but I was tied to the swing. My pussy quivered and twitched as Carrie took a step closer to me, lowering her popgun.

"Carrie, why did you do this to me?" I asked breathlessly. "I am so close… this is so humiliating!"

In reply, my friend pulled the trigger, ejecting the toy cork on a string. Although it did not hit me, the sound made my body jump and spasm. Carrie grinned and took the cork between her thumb and forefinger. She lifted it to her mouth first, sucking on it and getting it nice and wet. Then she lowered her hand so she could rub the cork next to my pussy lips.

"And what would you be most thankful for, Erica?" the strawberry-blonde asked in a sultry voice.

I was now beginning to experience convulsions as my toes curled and I clenched my fists. "Please… please make me cum!"

Carrie put the toy gun down, and then removed her tall pilgrim hat. She unloosed the tie and shook out her mane of red and golden hair. She looked beautiful.

"Now it's time for me to enjoy a holiday feast," the girl giggled.

Placing her hands on my thighs, she crouched down and brought her head between my legs.

HAPPY THANKSGIVING!