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 �>�I'm nineteen years old, female, from Florida.  For as long as I remember
I've always hated wearing clothes and have sought to wear as few as
possible depending on the circumstances.  The less clothes I wear the more
liberated I feel so naturally my goal is to be stark naked as much as
possible.  This has led to some interesting adventures.  One of the
strangest was when I was in high school and these three nasty heifers
attacked me in the girl's restroom one day and ended up tearing all my
clothes off.  Then they went to class and left me stark naked.  I didn't
know what to do, but I knew I didn't want to hide in the girl's bathroom
all day so I ended up going to class totally nude.  Mwahaha!  That was a
hoot, let me tell you.  Plus it made me real popular that day with all the
guys and even some of the girls - hehe.  The teachers didn't actually know
what to do.

   You know, there really isn't a specific rule against coming to school
without clothes on and it turned out the principal was scared my parents
would sue someone about all my clothes being ripped off by some other
students so basically what happened is I stayed naked all day.  I even rode
home on the bus that way.  It was awesome.  Another thing that happened
around the same time was one Saturday my mother had already promised my
little sister to take her to the park and then at the last minute she
couldn -(TM)t go so I got drafted.  I hated it but I didn -(TM)t have any
choice.  I had been drinking coffee all day long and it wasn -(TM)t long
after we got there that I really had to go to the bathroom.  It turns out
the restrooms are all closed, even the men -(TM)s, because of repairs.  I
don -(TM)t know what I -(TM)m going to do.  I try to get my little sister
to leave but she refuses and runs off.  I can -(TM)t follow her because I
-(TM)m too afraid I -(TM)ll start peeing if I attempt to run after her.  So
I didn -(TM)t have an choice at that point but to try to go behind a bush.

   The problem was I was already dressed up to go out on Saturday night.  I
was wearing a very pretty ruffled white blouse and my ultra cool brand new
black leather jeans and I certainly wasn -(TM)t going to risk getting any
urine on them.  What this meant was I was going to have to pull them
completely off because they were so tight I -(TM)d never be able to squat
right; plus I -(TM)d always been terrible with maintaining my balance
squatting like that.  I -(TM)d be more apt to fall face forward in to my
own puddle of pee.  So I run over and hide behind some large bushes and
pulled my jeans down.  Unfortunately the first leg of the pants I tried to
remove gets caught on my ankle high tied boots.  So I -(TM)m hopping around
on one foot like an idiot but I finally got it off.  I -(TM)m pretty
hysterical by this time.  I sat down on the ground for the second leg and
as soon as I successfully pulled the jeans off my body I regained my
footing and spreading my feet apart as far apart as I could I squatted and
started to pee.  Oh God, it felt so good.

   Of course, you know what happened.  A group of boys came walking up on
me.  They were all a couple of years younger than me but twice as big and
they were really enjoying my predicament; particularly looking you know
where.  Probably was the first time they saw one in real life.  I had
managed to cut myself off in midstream and I was going to try to grab my
jeans and run away but they were too quick for me.  They grabbed me and
held me from behind.  I wasn -(TM)t worried at all about being sexually
assaulted because all I had to do was to scream and people would have come
running from all over but it would even have been more embarrassing if I
done that.  They pulled my blouse off and my boots so I was stark naked! 
And then looked me all over, you know how kids are with a new toy.  Then
they held me standing straight up until I couldn -(TM)t stand it anymore
and I had to start going with them there and standing straight up to boot.
Actually I was kinda turned on by the whole thing watching my stream leave
my body in front of them.  Then they got scared and ran away with my
clothing leaving me there totally nude in the park on a Saturday afternoon.
Well, you could imagine that even though I didn -(TM)t mind being naked in
certain places that would bother other people this wasn -(TM)t one of them.
I was really freaking out.  The park was jammed with people and I didn
-(TM)t have the slightly idea what I was going to do and I really needed to
get back and check on my little sister.

   Well, finally I realized there wasn -(TM)t anything I could do about it
so I decided to act as if nothing was wrong.  I just sauntered out there
and collected my little sister who knew enough by then to not say a word
and to come along quietly and we just walked by people and out of the park.
Do you know that some people didn -(TM)t even notice?  And nobody else said
a word  -" like in  -~The Emperor -(TM)s New Clothes. -(TM) So I learned an
important lesson, it -(TM)s all in how you carry yourself.  This New Year
-(TM)s I had plans to go out with my good friend to a party.  I've known
her for a long time.  Her boyfriend had to work.  We were going to a party.
By the time we would get there it would be after midnight.  She picks me up
from work and isn't even dressed to go out.  Said she changed her mind.  I
was kinda disappointed but I didn't want to act like a jerk.  We stopped to
buy gas at an all night station and I see these two guys I used to know in
middle school.  Now I was wearing a winter coat over my outfit which I was
going to wear to the party for a hoot.

   The dress was so see-through that it was actually mostly holes but did
cover me in essential areas, but I couldn -(TM)t wear anything beneath it.
We talk and then they invite me to a party with them and then they'll take
me home.  So I tried to get my friend to change her mind but she wouldn't
go so I said ok.  Well, to try to shorten this tale of woe they take me to
their trailer way out in the middle of nowhere.  When we first get there
they say that people will be coming in a little while from other parties.
Theirs is suppose to start at 2am.  Once they get a look at this dress they
start getting a little wild.  I couldn't just sit with my coat on, you
know. In fact, it's hard to sit in this dress because it was so short.  So
then what happens is unbeknownst to me at the time, these two guys start
taking X and special K and pretty soon they're really wasted.  I didn't
have any money with me and besides it turns out these clowns don't have a
phone.  So they're dancing all around me naked waggling their penises in my
face and begging me to take if off and grabbing at me here and there,
trying to pull my dress off, what there was of it.  So finally the one guy
grabs me and the other guy strips off my dress.  Man, were they shocked to
see me totally nude except for my high heels.  I guess the fools thought I
had room for underwear beneath it.  It was still really uncomfortable for
awhile with all of three of us naked and I refused to have sex with them.
They finally got so loaded they couldn't move and that was my New Years.















   It's a Party! By Bubblegom

   Chapter One

   My mother told me I never liked wearing clothes.  She informed me that
from the time I could toddle around I would always pull anything off she
had on me, plus my diaper.  She said that later when I was about five and
six, she had to watch me like a hawk when she took me to go swimming
because I would always pull my bathing suit off and go swimming around
naked in whatever pool, lake or ocean we were in.

   As far as back as I can remember, I've always hated wearing clothes. 
They just feel so confining to me, as if I can't move or function correctly
when I'm all weighed down with clothes.  This is particularly a problem
because I am a young woman and us women seem to have to wear so many
clothes and clothes that are too tight or heavy.  In elementary school I
was always getting in trouble for stripping down at recess.  Of course, the
older I got the more attention I seemed to receive from boys and that was
rewarding in itself.

   I can remember in the sixth grade, me and a group of boys would always
disappear during recess around the side of the school and I would strip
down for them.  They loved it and so did I!  It always felt so liberating
to me and free.  Sometimes I'd get some of them to do the same thing. 
Their bodies looked so funny at the time to me with their little hairless
peckers.  But I never let them touch me, that was one of my big rules.  You
can look, but you better not touch.  Sometimes I would touch them though,
if they begged me enough and if a boy was particularly mature before his
time, his dick would get real hard.  One time I actually stroked a boy's
cock until he shot off against the side of the school.  That was so hot to
me, having that kind of control!  But he got scared when it was happening
to him, because he really didn't have any idea at the time what it was.  He
never came around me again after that.

   Of course this whole thing made a lot of the other girls real jealous of
me and they hated me for it.  Every once in a while they'd all gang up on
me at recess and pull my clothes off and run away with them figuring to
really embarrass me when I had to go back to class naked.  But I would fool
them.  We lived pretty close to the school and I would just run home for
the day and if a teacher asked me the next day why I didn't return to class
I would tell them and those girls would get in big trouble.

   Every once in a while when I was going home like that, some perv would
stop and try to convince me I should get in his car for a ride to my home,
but I never fell for that one.  But wouldn't you think all those people
driving by would see there was a young girl stark naked walking along the
side of the road and call the police or something?  But I guess that's
true. Nobody wants to get involved today.

   In middle school I had a best friend named Andrea and she was way cool.
She wasn't like me or anything, but she didn't judge me.  In fact, she used
to try and help me in any way she could.  You know those yucky gym suits
girls had to wear?  Well, I retailored mine.  I had the blouse cut up to
just across the bottom of my breasts and I had the shorts cut up right
along the bottom of my labia!  In fact, it was so short, that if I wanted,
I could turn a certain way and you could see my pussy!  One day in the
eighth grade our gym teacher was sick and, we had to go to class with the
boys, so they had us doing gymnastics together in the gym.  The teacher was
this real young guy, Mr.  Boyd.  He was really good looking too.  He was
fairly tall, with a nice bod and blond wavy hair.  It was his first year
teaching.  So anyway I had it all worked out with Andrea.  She was supposed
to jump on the small trampoline and vault onto the horse and do one of
those basic put your hands down between your legs and touch once with them
and jump off the horse.  Well, Andrea hit the trampoline super hard and
vaulted all the way over the horse and landed awkwardly right at my feet
and acted as if she had fallen and on the way down she grabbed my shorts
and pulled them down to the floor.

   What a laugh!  I wasn't wearing any knickers, of course and then when
she stood up she acted as if she were off balance and she pulled my blouse
up over my head leaving me standing there in front of all these boys stark
naked.  It was so great and I looked at Mr.  Boyd and he was getting a hard
on.  I was beginning to develop real well by then.  I had had my period
already and my breasts were almost fully developed and I had all my pubic
hair.  So I kept looking at him and smiling.  I thought he was so hot! 
Some of the girls finally ran over and helped me get dressed.

   That afternoon right at the final bell as I was leaving my last class,
Mr.  Boyd suddenly appeared at my elbow and asked me to follow him into his
office.  I couldn't understand what any of this was about until I followed
him down to his office by the gym and saw Andrea sitting there.  She looked
way bummed out.  Mr.  Boyd told me to keep standing by his desk while he
went over and locked his door.  I began to feel uneasy wondering what he
wanted.  He went and sat down behind his desk.

   He explained, "Let me get right to the point, Sara.  That display this
afternoon was horrible.  If I were to tell the principal what had occurred,
you would be expelled in a heart beat and so would Andrea for helping you
in your little foul minded scheme."

   I glanced back at Andrea and she hung her head guiltily.  I instantly
realized the jig was up and that she had cracked under the pressure and
admitted everything to Mr.  Boyd.  When I looked back at him, he continued,
"That's right, Sara.  I've talked to Andrea and she told me all about it.
You have one chance to save yourself and Andrea too."

   "What's that?" My voice quavered.  It wasn't an act.  I really was
scared.  I didn't want to be expelled!

   "Well," the young teacher explained, "I think you have some serious
emotional problems, young lady with this need of yours to expose your body
to the opposite sex like that.  If you go on like this, you could end up
getting arrested or even worse, raped!  Now, I want you to receive some
counseling for this, but I'm worried that something might happen, before
you can get to a counselor or the counselor is able to help you, so I would
like to help you first, if I may."

   "S-Sure," I stammered.  "That'll be fine."

   Andrea started to get up to leave thinking her part was over in what
turned out to be quite a charade.  Mr.  Boyd directed, "Oh no, Andrea.  I
want you to stay too.  I think you can probably help Sara with this."

   Andrea sat back down reluctantly.  "Well, what do you want me to do?" I
asked, feeling a little braver seeing as though he wasn't going to turn me
in - at least, not right away.

   The young teacher explained, "I need you to strip off all your
clothing." I flushed bright red.  I know you might think this was strange
for me, but it was embarrassing.  I mean, it's one thing to be in charge of
when you strip off, but another thing to be in a locked office with your
close friend and a young good-looking male teacher and he tells you to do
it.

   He further directed, "Come on, right now.  I need to see how it affects
you in order to better help you."

   I glanced at Andrea for some support and she was looking at the floor,
so I removed all my clothing.  It didn't take me long because I wasn't
wearing much - just a blouse and a short skirt - no bra or knickers.  I
stood stark naked in front of him except for my shoes.

   Mr.  Boyd walked around the desk and looked me closely up and down.  He
said, "Take your shoes off too." And he watched me as I removed my flats
and placed them on my other articles of clothing.

   "Spread your legs some.  Good.  Now do you see this?" the teacher asked
me, bending down and pointing at my exposed labia.  "You are getting
excited, now that's not natural in this situation, is it Andrea?"

   Andrea silently shook her head.  She told me later she was too
frightened to say anything.

   "Andrea, come up here too," Mr.  Boyd ordered.  Andrea grudgingly joined
me and tried not to look at me standing there totally nude with an engorged
labia hanging out.  "Okay, Andrea.  I want you to remove all your clothing
too."

   Andrea turned bright red and exclaimed, "I will not!"

   "Andrea," he said severely, "You are involved in this too.  I would hate
you to get expelled.  I'm not asking you to remove all your clothing
because of a whim or that I need to see you naked.  I have a full grown
girlfriend.  I don't need to see thirteen year old girls naked.  I'm trying
to help your friend.  I want her to see how a normal young woman reacts to
being naked in a public setting."

   Well, now I knew a load of bullshit when I heard it, but either
apparently Andrea didn't or she didn't know what to say to it, so she
slowly removed every stitch of clothing she was wearing.  And let me tell
you, Andrea was a knockout.  I mean I'm pretty hot, but Andrea was drop
dead gorgeous.  She had really long dark black hair that hung straight down
her back, great big breasts for her age, a narrow little waist, her pussy
already was full grown with pubic hair and her legs were long and luscious.

   Of course, she was terrifically embarrassed.  She told me later she
hadn't been naked in front of a man since she was a little girl and that
had been her father.  Andrea stood kinda hunched over with one hand across
her pussy and the other attempting to hide her luscious breasts.  Mr.  Boyd
went over and stood in front of her.

   "Now you see, Sara," he declared, "this is how a normal, modest young
woman acts when not wearing anything in a public place.  You can put your
hands down now and straighten up for a minute please, Andrea."

   Andrea just stood there.  I actually think she was frozen solid for a
minute with shock.  The young teacher went on in an angry tone.  "Andrea, I
said to lift your hands for a moment!  I don't want to have to keep telling
you everything twice.  The next time this happens I'm just going to quit
fooling around with you and send you down to the principal's office."

   My friend very halfheartedly, I'm sure, straightened up and dropped her
hands to her side completely displaying the ample charms of her completely
nude body to the young teacher.  From what I could see from the corner of
my eye, she appeared to be blushing mightily.

   Mr.  Boyd stepped back in front of me and explained, "There again, Sara,
do you see how embarrassed your friend is?  Now that is a natural reaction,
Andrea is not enjoying it.  But you are sexually twisted somewhere.  You do
act as if you enjoy it."

   The young teacher continued to speak, as he began to pull his t-shirt
over his head displaying a very muscular upper body physique that tapered
down to a narrow waist.  I told you he was a hunk!  "Now I want you both to
look at me and see how unnatural it is for me to be naked in front of you
in school like this."

   He then proceeded to pull his gym shorts and jock strap down to his feet
stepping out of them and laying them on his desk.  Mr.  Boyd stood before
us completely naked except for his gym shoes.  His hips were slightly
bigger than his waist, his stomach was flat as a board, and his legs were
muscular, but beautifully sculpted.  His penis didn't look wrinkled at all
like some of the ones I had seen on younger boys, but probably the reason
for that was presently it was way hard!  It stood straight out between
seven and a half and eight inches long from his big thatch of blonde pubic
hair.  Wow!  I happened to glance at Andrea and she was looking at the
floor, but I knew she had seen him because she was shaking and I was afraid
she was going to faint.

   "Now," Mr.  Boyd continued, "see what you being inappropriately naked
could bring about.  Why you might cause someone to take their clothes off
themselves and then step up to you and do this." The young teacher stepped
close to me and leaned down and began to passionately kiss me on the lips,
while running his left hand down my body until he located my clitoris.  He
must have been very accomplished at this, because he seemed to locate it
immediately and he began to stimulate my love button with his digit.  I
moaned and almost swooned in his arms.  It felt that good!

   While continuing to push his finger in and out hard, Mr.  Boyd broke off
the kiss and glanced over at Andrea.  "Andrea!" he shouted.  Her head
snapped up.  I noticed she appeared so red her face resembled a ripe
tomato. "You need to watch us," the young teacher ordered sternly.  "You
were involved in this as much as Sara and you need to see where it can lead
if gone unchecked.  Now I don't want to have to tell you again!"

   Mr.  Boyd suddenly just leaned over and picked me completely up as easy
as can be and lay me across his desk!  He then inserted his large erection
into my dripping, distended labia.  Even though I was technically a virgin
because a man had never penetrated me, a giant dildo that I had found in
one of my friend's parents' room had and it had broken my hymen. 
Consequently the young teacher was able to slide all the way in easily. 
His eyes grew wide in surprise.  I almost laughed in his face.  He thought
he was copping a cherry and then found he wasn't!  But I wasn't going to
tell him that technically he was, that's for sure! Since he had encountered
no resistance, he began to plunge into me again and again with great speed
and power.  God, it felt good, but I was afraid he was going to rip my
little thirteen year old pussy in two he was going so hard.  "Oh, God!" I
began to scream.  "Fuck me!, fuck me, Mr.  Boyd!"

   I noticed that he, from time to time, would glance over to Andrea to
make certain she was still watching and he would make eye contact with her.
I think he had a little exhibitionist problem of his own, plus I think in
his mind he was fucking the two of us at the same time.

   Suddenly I began to enjoy my first climax brought about by a man as
waves of cum washed out of me.  "Ah, ah!" I screamed.  Then I felt and saw
Mr.  Boyd tense for a second and then twitch and then he was shooting his
hot load of sperm right into me.  When he had finished, he semi-fell over
me on the desk.  "God," I heard him murmur.  "You are one hot little
piece."

   I smiled sweetly at him, showing my still present dimples and answered,
"Thank you, you ain't so bad yourself."

   "Hahaha!" the young teacher roared.

   I happened to look over in Andrea's direction and she was standing
transfixed with her mouth agape.  Now that he had gotten his rocks off, Mr.
Boyd was anxious to get us out of there before someone saw us.  We dressed
quickly and just before leaving, he cautioned us to say nothing or he would
tell the principal what we had done in gym class.  Both Andrea and I
realized that he would win in any kind of a telling contest, because we had
messed up first in front of a lot of witnesses and, after all, he was a
teacher and we were just two thirteen year old girls.

   None of this had much effect on me, other than to let me know that I
loved the feel of a man's cock inside of me, but it did something bad to
Andrea.  It warped her in some tragic way and she became the slut of the
middle school.  And Mr.  Boyd never touched her!  Sometime during the
spring I heard she had gotten pregnant and she dropped out of school and I
never saw her again.  I really did miss her after that.



   It's a Party By Bubblegom Chapter Two

   Well, Mr.  Boyd and I got it on a number of times after school during
the school year.  He might have had a fully grown woman girlfriend like he
said, but she must have been a frigid bitch because he certainly seemed to
enjoy making love to me.  I think he really did have one, because I saw him
with a pretty young brunette woman at one of the school dances he had to
chaperon.  I made it a point to go and say hi to him with my blouse hanging
half off me, so you could see all the way down to my nipples.  Man, you
should have seen him blush.

   But he paid me back on Monday afternoon, you better believe it, by
pounding into my narrow little pussy with that great big cock of his.  I
could barely walk that day after we were through.  The young teacher used
to tell me when he wanted to make love by passing me a little folded up
square piece of notebook paper when we passed in the hallways.  It would
have been far too noticeable for him to tell me any other way.  Being a
girl, I didn't have much interaction during the day with the boys' phys-ed
teacher - haha!

   During our two week Christmas break, of course I didn't see him at all.
In the middle of the week following Christmas, I was surprised to hear from
Andrea when she called me on the telephone.  Even though it had only been a
couple of months from the time of my initial lesson from Mr.  Boyd, we had
already drifted completely apart.  So you can imagine I was flabbergasted
when she invited me over to spend the night.  It turned out her parents had
gone out of town and I really think she had been scared to spend the night
alone in their big old house.  She had asked a number of boys, but they
hadn't been able to sneak out during Christmas like they could have during
the ordinary times of the year.  Anyway their loss was my gain.  That's the
way I saw it.

   When I arrived I saw Andrea sitting on the living room couch with a
number of different kind of liquor bottles sitting in front of her on a
table.  It turned out she had broken into her parents' liquor cabinet.  We
started sampling the different liquors trying to find out which we really
liked.  Anyone can tell you that this is the wrong way to drink unless you
want to get drunk in a hurry.

   My first clue that I was becoming increasingly intoxicated was I felt
uncomfortably warm.  I began to pull my skirt and blouse off to cool down.
While I was peeling them off, Andrea exclaimed, "Sara, what are you
doing?!"

   "I'm too hot," I whined.

   "But you're naked," Andrea complained, pointing out the obvious.

   I was naked already having not chosen to wear any underwear, because I
knew it was just going to be us girls.  I found myself wondering what
Andrea was getting so excited about.  Later I found two reasons why she had
been. I sat on the couch next to her so closely that my bare body was
sometimes touching her clothed one.  I was getting so snockered that I
didn't pay attention to that, but I thought about it later.  As we sat and
talked and laughed like old times, we just kept getting drunker and
drunker. Suddenly Andrea turned and expressed, "I really wish you would get
dressed.  You never know what might happen."

   "You really are turning into a drag, Andrea," I responded.  "Instead of
me getting dressed, why don't you get undressed?"

   "No way, you wouldn't dare!" she screeched.

   Now that's the kind of challenge I enjoy responding to.  I grabbed onto
my fine looking friend and began to unbutton her blouse in preparation of
removing it from her.  Andrea squealed like a stuck pig and began to
wrestle me in order to make me cease and desist.  I pushed her down on the
couch and crawled up on her and sat across her just below where her pussy
was and finished unbuttoning her blouse.  I pulled it off her and began to
undo her skirt by pulling the side zipper down.

   "No!  Stop it!" yelled Andrea.  I just laughed at her.  "Mwahaha!"

   I had quickly reduced my friend to her skimpy bra and knickers, when she
reared up and was able to push me off her.  She reached down to the floor
to gather up her skirt and blouse in preparation of donning them again,
when I struck again and literally tore her underwear off leaving her stark
naked, the same as I.

   "You bitch!" Andrea cried out and she leaned forward and began to
passionately kiss me, slipping her tongue into my startled mouth.  It took
me a moment to really fathom what was happening.  It was such a shock to
have my best friend kissing me like this and we had never even talked about
it.

   I began to return her kisses with fervor, while pressing my naked body
against hers.  It felt so good; all that bare flesh against bare flesh. 
While the raven-haired beauty continued to passionately kiss me, I began to
rub my pussy against hers as hard as I could.  My clit became stiff from
stimulation and I could feel hers had too.

   I broke off contact from her kissing and slid down to her clitoris and
began to lap and probe and poke at it with my tongue.  Andrea began to
writhe and moan.  "Oh, God.  Oh, God, Sara.  It feels so good."

   Andrea suddenly sat up causing me to stop.

   "What the hell?" I asked.

   "Wait a minute, I want to try something," she explained.

   I watched as she reached behind the couch cushion and brought out a
nine-inch dildo!  It was then that I realized she had this in her mind all
along.  "Okay," Andrea declared, while turning around in her seated
position, laying down on her back and sliding down to where my pussy
covered her face.

   "ove up o my munt," the young woman attempted to say, but her voice was
muffled by my labia which was hanging right over her mouth.  I giggled but
did as she said, because I understood enough of it.  I slid up on my
stomach until I was looking at her upside down clit - haha!  It's just like
'Alice in Wonderland,' I decided.  Everything's backwards!

   I began once again to kiss and probe her love button with my tongue,
when suddenly I felt that nine-inch dildo rammed up my pussy from behind.
"Oh shit!" I screamed.  "Keep going!  That feels so good."

   Andrea did as I asked.  As I continued to service her with my tongue,
she began to ram that dildo almost all the way up me, just barely being
able to hang on the end of it with so much of it crammed up inside of me.
Harder and harder and faster and faster, Andrea plunged that huge dildo
into my slit.

   Oh God, I thought, I'm gonna go any minute!  And I wanted Andrea to go
first, so I stopped tonguing her and pulled her pussy lips as wide as I
could and then I made my right hand into as tight a fist as I could and I
slid it up inside of Andrea and began to thrust without the slightest bit
of trouble, since she was so wet there from stimulation.

   "Oh shit, Sara!" she screamed and immediately was brought to climax
pouring out waves of cum on my fist and wrist while my dam suddenly broke
itself and my orgasm was so intense for over a minute that I actually lost
consciousness and wasn't really aware of who I was or where I was, but on
the contrary all I knew was intense physical pleasure.

   We both had just sat back on the couch exhausted when I heard the front
door open and someone say, "Andy, we're home." Oh Christ!  I thought.  Now
what?  But I was kinda excited to see who it was.  So there I was sitting
stark naked with mine and Andrea's cum hanging off my body when her
seventeen year old brother and his two friends walked in!

   I glanced at Andrea, who looked at me and smiled and then I realized she
had had this all set up too!



   It's a Party By Bubblegom Chapter Three

   I always had the hots for Andrea's brother, Eric, ever since I'd met him
the year before.  Four years older than us, he stood a slim figured, six
feet and had long, black as coal, hair that hung way down his back.  In his
features, he was a male version of the gorgeous looks of his sister,
Andrea. Sitting there totally nude and half drunk, I gazed at him with a
half smile on my sensuous lips that still has the gloss on them of some of
his sister's sexual fluids.  I could tell from the expression on his
handsome face when he looked at me that he found me desirable, but also
that he was not surprised to find me stark naked, confirming my belief that
Andrea and he had this set up from the beginning.  But when he looked to
his sister, his look became one of shock and surprise.  I don't think he
had ever seen his sister without clothes; at least not since she had grown.

   Now the other two guys in the room were a different story.  One of them
was known as Jimi and the other was Luke.  They spent so much time with
Eric that the three of them were known as the three Musketeers.  Both of
them were standing as if rooted into the living room floor and their mouths
had dropped agape, and they had not, as of yet, acquired the wherewithal to
close them.  I giggled to have such an affect on young men, who were
getting ready to enter young adulthood, while only being thirteen myself.

   Eric strode up to us and he spoke to his sister harshly.  "Andrea, what
are you thinking?  Put some clothes on immediately."

   I noticed my good friend's beautiful face set in a rigid mask of
defiance that her brother missed temporarily, as he had already moved his
attention to me.  "Good evening, miss Sara," the young man intoned.  Eric
has always been smooth with the opposite sex.

   "I see you're looking as tasty as ever," he spoke with a sly grin on his
face, as he pointedly stared at my bare breasts and uncovered pussy.  The
young man then reached out his right hand.

   I matched mine with his and we shook hands.  My right hand was the one I
used when I fist fucked his sister and I believe some of the odor of his
sister lingered and was transferred, because when he brought his hand back
he appeared to catch a sniff of something.

   "Hmm," he murmured, looking at me and then his sister with askance. 
"What have you two been doing, anyway?"

   It was then that he noticed that, not only was Andrea not getting
dressed, she was sitting with her legs spread-eagled totally exposing her
labia to the other two young men.

   "Andrea!" Eric exploded.

   Before he could say anything further, he was interrupted by his friend,
Jimi who stepped forward and expressed, "Hey, lighten up man!  You're being
a right drag."

   Jimi wasn't quite as tall as Eric, but appeared to have a more rugged
physique beneath his apparel.  I've always been a sucker for a good build
on a man.  He was quite good looking with red curly hair and a few freckles
across his attractive features.  He had an impish grin and was quick to
joke. Now in Eric's crowd being called a right drag was the worst insult
known, so he immediately shut up, but he continued to shoot deadly looks at
Andrea until I soon distracted him.

   Luke was the third one.  He was shorter than the other two and his build
fell in between, but he had a head full of beautiful blonde hair and he was
easily the most handsome of the three of them.  But being short myself,
(I'm only five feet, two inches) I always shied away from short men for
fear of the two of us being called munchkins or worse.

   Luke spoke up, "I've got the beer." And he held up two cases of beer.
When Jimi began chatting up Andrea, who was still sitting there defiantly
totally nude, Eric had turned again to complain.  Before he could fire off
another protest, I reached out and quickly unbuttoned his jeans and pulled
down the zipper and, lo and behold, I discovered he wasn't wearing any
underwear as his penis flopped out at me.

   "Hey!" the dark-haired young man exclaimed, as he whirled around to me.
As I continued pulling Eric's pants down over his slim hips and to the
floor, I couldn't help but notice from the corner of my eye that Andrea
appeared totally shocked to view her brother's flaccid penis.

   I, on the other hand, was extremely gratified to observe how large his
penis appeared in its natural state because I had immediate plans of
fucking his little brains out.  Mwahahaha!

   "Hey!" the beautiful young man exclaimed again.

   I responded, "Hay is for horses and I'm banking on you're a stud and not
a gelding."

   Eric was currently in such shock over the impending possibility of his
becoming sexually involved in front of his thirteen year old kid sister
that he was unable to appreciate the pun I had just made.

   "Huh?" he responded, with a vague expression crossing his ordinarily
handsome features.

   I realized it wasn't that Eric didn't want to engage in sex, but that he
was used to doing it on his terms and when he said and not that of some
young woman.  I knew he just wasn't used to such sexual honesty on the part
of a girl.

   I reached out and grasped him around his waist with both of my hands and
began to pull him toward me causing him to take baby steps or he would
fallen forward due to his pants still being gathered at his shoe tops.  I
then proceeded to apply my mouth to his now lengthening penis and began to
suckle on it.

   "Oh God!" he moaned aloud.  From that point on I don't think he gave
much of a care if his sister was watching or not, which for the most part
she was; even when she became sexually involved with Jimi and Luke.

   I continued to take as much of his penis into my mouth as I could, while
swirling my tongue around on it also.  I realized he was going to cum soon,
because I could see his knees buckling a slight bit.  He began to rub his
hands through my long blonde hair more and more as I continued going down
on him.  Eric began to moan lowly and then louder and louder until he
sounded as if he was were in great pain.  I reached out and massaged his
balls causing his dick unbelievably to become ever harder.

   Suddenly his knees buckled almost entirely and he would have fallen on
me if I hadn't pushed him back up.  His hips started to twitch as if
outside of his control and then he appeared to spasm and twitch suddenly
while I felt and tasted the hot load of semen he shot into my mouth.  I
released his balls and reached behind him to his beautiful flat behind and
pulled him even closer to me causing him to continue to climax beyond the
normal time.

   When Eric was completely finished shooting his wad of cum into my
beautiful mouth, this time his knees did buckle all the way and he
awkwardly fell towards me because of his sudden lightheadedness and also
his still remaining entangled in his trousers laying at his feet.  I caught
him without any problem, since he was tall but very slight of build and
helped guide him to the floor in front of me.

   As he sat there completely stunned for a moment from the intensity of
the orgasm I prompted from him, I looked over at Andrea for the first time.
She was laying on the floor on her back with her feet on the floor and her
knees bent.  The young ebony-haired beauty was holding her legs as wide
apart as possible offering Jimi and Luke a vivid view into her completely
open labia; something they had only caught fleeting glimpses of before and
that would have been mostly in the dark of the back seats of cars at night.

   They both had removed all their clothing leaving Eric presently the only
one clothed in the room and like I thought - Jimi had a helluva body, while
unbelievably it appeared that Luke had a monster joint jutting out from his
small frame.  I thought, maybe I needed to reevaluate my position on not
wanting a short boyfriend - haha!

   As I waited for Eric to regain his sexual prowess, so I could get my
fair share of the orgasm profits, I watched as Jimi and Luke hovered around
my close friend.  Man, she certainly had changed!  If Mr.  Boyd could only
see her now, he'd be sorry he chose me.  He confessed to me one time that
he came on to me rather than Andrea, not because he thought I was the most
beautiful of two of us, but that he felt as though I would be the most
willing.  Well, he was right about that - Mwahaha!  But that was a hell of
a confession to make to somebody you're screwing, isn't it?  I didn't care
- all I wanted was that big stiff dick of his.

   Anyway after very little initial foreplay with Jimi suckling on my
friend's nipples and Luke doing a little pussy lapping, Andrea suggested in
no uncertain terms that they quit fooling around and get to it.  I think
both of them felt more than a little nervous about the whole thing.  You
know how boys at that age can be.

   Jimi asked her something in a low tone and Andrea suddenly scrambled up
on her hands and knees.  Jimi climbed up on his knees behind her and began
to rub his hands all over the milky white skin of her back and then her
lovely rear, finally reaching around to her pubes and locating her clit. 
My friend appeared so sexually charged that she spread her legs as wide as
possible and then reached behind with her right hand and, grasping Jimi's
hard-on, she guided it right into her wide open labia from behind.

   "Ah," she gasped and, as Jimi began to slam into her from behind, Andrea
signaled to Luke to approach her.  Luke had since gained his feet after his
initial sexual foray of attempting to satisfy her with his tongue.  He
walked over to the beautiful young woman and leaned down close to better
understand her message.

   I noticed he flushed heavily at Andrea's suggestion, but he also
immediately did as instructed and dropped to his knees in front of her and
then allowed her to cover his now raging hard-on with her beautiful mouth.
So Andrea had something sexual going on in two areas at the same time. 
Haha!  What a slut!  I thought.

   It was then that Eric slowly regained his senses from the massive orgasm
that was brought forth from him with my mouth and he happened to glance
over at the cavorting threesome.  Quite naturally he became immediately
incensed to observe his thirteen year old, baby sister being used and
abused by his friends.

   But when he quickly scrambled to his feet to hurry over there and break
up their sexual shenanigans I interceded.  "Oh no, you don't," I ordered.
"You owe me a screwing and you're gonna give me one right now," I
continued. I know I spoke crude to him, but sometimes that's the only way
you can get a man to listen.

   Eric half turned his attention to me.  "Huh?" he responded.

   I reached up and grasped his shirt just above his top button and ripped
the thin but tasteful material from his body in one swift movement.  I had
waited awhile to see all of this boy nude and it was worth the wait.  As I
mentioned previously, he was extremely handsome with long dark hair.  He
had some nice upper body muscle nomenclature and long beautiful swimmer's
legs.  Eric was slim without being skinny.  And as I mentioned before, his
penis was quite large, even in its flaccid state, but it was quickly
becoming unflaccid with every passing second.

   "Hey!  What are you doing?" Eric protested.

   "You can go play with your friends and your sister later," I pointed out
to him.  "Right now you're going to screw my brains out, or is that some
kind of problem for you?"

   "Play with my sister?  I never said I wanted to play with my sister,"
the handsome youth protested to me.

   I began to feel sorry for him.  He just didn't seem to be near as smart
as I was, but maybe he was just having a bad day.  I decided that I'd had
more than enough crap from him for one evening and I stood up and
exclaimed, "Now listen here!  Lay down on that couch on your back right
now."

   Eric was in such a weakened state emotionally and mentally at the
present moment that he did what I asked without a moments thought.  He lay
flat on his back with his presently lengthening prick sticking up in the
air.  Luckily it was a long couch or he would have been hanging over.

   I climbed up on top of him and immediately went down once again on his
young penis.  "Oh God, Sara," he moaned.  "Again?" he almost complained.

   "No," I responded, stopping now that his erection was righteously hard.
"You're giving me a ride instead," I explained and then I climbed up on his
seven inch penis and let myself down gently onto it.

   "Oh yes," I murmured, as I began to plunge up and down on his hard-on
and incredible sensations began racing through my body alerting all the
nerves that something good was going to happen.

   Eric placed his strong hands at my waist and guided me, helping to keep
me straight and going as high as possible without slipping off.  The extra
momentum that was being generated by me plunging up and down on his
stiffened tool was causing heretofore unexplored areas of my vagina to
become stimulated by him.

   Even though the young man was also being buffeted by the strongest
sexually pleasurable feelings of his young life, his interests were being
divided by the loud shrieks of his currently sexually ravished younger
sister behind him.  Consequently he kept trying to turn his head around in
an impossible position to be able to see what was happening directly behind
him.  Every time Eric would attempt this I would reach down and bitch slap
him and tell him to pay attention, but of course holding the position that
I did in the entire procedure assured me a complete view of what he was
missing.  And a good thing it did, because it afforded me the opportunity
to be the first, and for awhile the only person, who saw Eric and Andrea's
parents come home unexpectedly early from their trip!  Their parents hadn't
set their suitcases down on the floor yet or observed what to them must
have been a truly hideous sight of their thirteen year old daughter being
fucked from behind, while offering solace to some guys prick in the front,
when I quickly and quietly slipped off Eric's still wildly plunging penis
and, picking my skirt and blouse off the floor, while forgoing the hunting
of my shoes, I slipped into the kitchen and out the back door before the
screaming could commence.  Mwahaha!  That was certainly close.  I heard
later that it was just lucky that none of them were eighteen yet, but Eric
was sent away immediately to military school and Jimi and Luke were never
allowed anywhere near Andrea or her house again.

   The End



   It's a Party By Bubblegom Chapter Four

   I never saw Andrea after that night.  I've felt bad about that right up
to this very day.  I really enjoyed our friendship and I miss her.  I have
no idea where she is presently or what's she's doing.

   Not long after our Christmas vacation was over, something interesting
occurred.  Have I mentioned that my parents are very religious?  In fact,
my mother is so religious she has a cross as a screensaver.  Man, that's
putting your religion where you want it - to protect your computer. 
Mwahaha!  The upshot of all this religious preoccupation is that I
absolutely had to attend church every week or I would never hear the end of
it for the entire following week.  I also sang in the church choir.

   I had just been accepted into the Senior Choir.  In our church we had
the Cherub Choir, which was for small children and the Junior Choir which
was for older children, and the Senior Choir, which was for everybody else.
I enjoyed singing in the choir.  I have a good voice, so singing was easy
for me and I enjoyed sitting up behind the minister on Sunday morning and
looking out at the congregation.  When the sermon would become boring,
(which it always did) I could look out at everyone and amuse myself - hehe,
or amuse them.  Because I'm short and also sang soprano, I would always be
seated in the front row of the choir.

   But best of all, I loved our choir robes.  They were deep burgundy and
looked really cool, but the best part was what you could wear under them -
which in my case was nothing.  Mwahaha!

   Everyone else just slipped their robe on over their outer apparel, but I
always disappeared into the ladies room and, after stripping down to just
my shoes, I would put on the robe.  I would then stash my outfit in one of
the Sunday school rooms.  And no one would be wiser, or so I thought, but
we'll get to that part of the story later.

   Some Sundays when I was bored, I would pick out a good looking guy in
the congregation, establish eye contact with him and, then slip my right
hand under my robe surreptitiously, and masturbate myself 'til climax. 
Man, that was hot too!  Somehow it always felt better doing it there than
anywhere else.  And I wouldn't have anything to wipe myself with
afterwards, so I would sit there all sticky for the rest of the hour and
then still be sticky when I talked to people in the choir and the
congregation that would come up following the service.  I loved it!  It
just seemed so nasty and secret.

   Another thing I used to do was during the prayers.  Now I don't know how
much church you've ever attended, but at several points in our services the
minister would lead us in prayer.  Everyone, quite naturally, was supposed
to have their heads bowed and their eyes closed during this time.  Well, of
course not everybody would cooperate in this endeavor - I suppose for a
variety of different reasons, and there would be people who were looking
around at everybody.

   It didn't happen very often, but once in a great while there would only
be one other person besides myself looking around and, if the person was an
attractive male, then I would do 'my thing.' We usually stood during these
prayers, so I would make sure he was looking directly at me and then I
would very slowly lift up the hem of my choir gown all the way up until it
rested under my chin.  Man, you should have seen the looks on their faces!
It was awesome!  And invariably they would look around to see if anyone
else was watching and when they would look back, I would have already
lowered my robe and I would have my head bowed in prayer as though nothing
had happened at all.  I know this blew their minds - haha!  Now they
weren't certain if they really had seen that or just hallucinated it.  They
would always try to talk to me after the service, but I always managed to
avoid them.

   Now this went on for awhile and then catastrophe struck.  It started
innocently enough.  The minister had us stand and bow our heads for the end
of the sermon prayer.  I raised my head and looked around and observed a
young man staring right at me and he was way cute too!  He was about five
foot, eight inches, which is a good height for me.  The young man appeared
to be in his late teens and he was absolutely gorgeous!  In fact, as soon
as I saw him, I was thinking in terms of allowing him to talk to me after
the service and I had never done that before.  So looking right at him, I
raised my choir robe and kept it up for over a minute and I don't know if
you're really aware how a long a minute is, but it can seem really long,
depending on the circumstances.  Realizing the minister was reaching a
conclusion, I quickly lowered my robe and winked at him.a He was grinning
broadly at me.  I don't know what it was, but something made me turn my
head to the left and I was looking directly at Mrs.  Hatfield, who was
glaring at me with all the hatred in her soul, which was plenty!  I almost
fainted dead away, as my blood ran cold.  There was no way this old
harridan wasn't going to tell.

   Now as soon as the service was over, the minister walked down the main
aisle and waited at the back doors to shake everybody's hand and talk to
them briefly.  Of course that old bitch was headed right on a bee line
towards him and she kept rounding around and glaring right at me, as if to
ascertain that I was still present.  I wanted to get out of there pretty
badly, let me tell you, but I was blocked in from all the people who had
gathered around to talk to the choir.  These were usually friends and
family members of the choir members.  I also observed that boy coming up to
me too, but I didn't have time right then to worry about him.  I just
wanted to get the hell out of there!  But what was I supposed to do?  Walk
on people?

   Anyway I finally managed to get free by practically crawling on the
floor, but I got out and I immediately headed back to get my clothes.  That
was my big mistake - well, that among many.  I should have just left.

   I had just stepped inside the Sunday school room, where I had stashed my
clothes.  Then I made my second mistake, I didn't lock the door immediately
behind me.  I didn't think I needed to, because I knew it was going to take
the minister a few more minutes to shake everybody in the congregation by
their hand.  Unfortunately I had forgotten about the assistant minister! 
Our church always had an assistant minister.  He would be a young man
directly out of seminary, who wasn't quite ready for his own charge yet. 
Usually the major problem would be that he was too young.  It's a drag, but
a lot of churches just didn't trust a minister who was too young.  I think
maybe they don't trust someone, who hasn't lived long enough to have been
tempted by a lot of sin. Anyway I had forgotten about Thad - Thad Jenkins.
He was our assistant minister and apparently the minister had pushed Mrs.
Hatfield off on him.  Not that I blame him - she was one ugly old bitch
alright.  I'd only been in the classroom enough time to walk across the
room where I had my outfit hidden, when the door opened and in walked Mrs.
Hatfield with the assistant minister.

   Despite my out and out shock, I knew what to do.  I put my most innocent
look on my features and inquired, "Why, Minister Jenkins.  How are you this
morning?" I'll tell you, I was so cool, butter wouldn't have melted in my
mouth.

   Before he could answer, Mrs.  Hatfield pointed her arm at me and spoke
in an incredibly dramatic voice, milking her one big moment in the sun,
"There's the little strumpet, herself.  She's the harlot, who exposed
herself to that decent young man during the service."

   Oh for God's sake, I thought to myself.  She's probably going to swoon
in a minute.  And then I realized that sounded like a good idea, so I acted
like I fainted dead away.  It's not hard to do, but you have to remember to
allow your legs to just carry you to the floor rather than throwing
yourself down.  And you have to be able to risk it, you can't attempt to
catch yourself in any manner.

   The next thing I 'knew' (hehe) assistant minister Jenkins was leaning
over me patting my hand.  "Are you okay, Sara?" he asked, sounding gravely
concerned. "She's okay, that harlot is just faking something," the old
harridan explained.

   The young minister whirled around and instructed in a firm voice, "Mrs.
Hatfield, please!"

   "In fact," he continued speaking, while gently pushing the older woman
out of the door of the classroom and into the hallway.  "Thank you for all
your help, but I need to speak with Sara alone."

   As Mr.  Jenkins was shutting the door in her face, I could hear the old
bitch exclaim, "Don't forget to have her take off her robe!  Make her show
you what's under her choir robe."

   "Alright, I will," he placated.  Shutting the door and locking it, he
turned to me with a smile and expressed, "Geez!"

   I had since regained my feet.  I smiled back at him.

   "I'm very sorry, Sara.  I don't know what's come over her," expressed
the young minister.

   "Maybe the devil made her do it, Mr.  Jenkins," I quipped.

   "Haha!" he laughed.  "But please call me Thad.  You're only a few years
younger than me and when you call me that, I think my father is in the
room."

   Now it was my turn to giggle.  "Shall we go?" Thad inquired.

   I forgot to mention that Thad was just cute as a little 'ol bug, didn't
I?  Well, he was.  He was about five foot, six inches tall.  Personally I
don't think he had gotten his full growth yet, but he definitely had in
certain areas, if you catch my drift.  I think his being so short was
another thing that was holding him back from acquiring his own church.  It
just made him appear so young.

   He seemed to have a better than average physique beneath his black suit.
He had sandy brown hair, blue eyes and a cleft chin.  I wouldn't have been
surprised if he had had dimples when he smiled.

   As he began to unlock the door, I said, "Wait!"

   Thad glanced at me with askance in those beautiful blue eyes.  "What is
it, Sara?"

   "Don't you think as a man of God that you should live up to your
promises?" He inquired, while displaying a quizzical expression across his
handsome features, "Whatever are you talking about?"

   "Well," I continued shyly, "You promised Mrs.  Hatfield that you would
check beneath my choir robe."

   The young minister smiled and responded, "Oh, is that it?  Ok, what's
underneath your robe, let me see."

   Believe you me, my heart was pounding in my substantial chest and
adrenaline was racing through my body, as I reached down and pulled the
choir robe off completely revealing my total nudity.

   I heard his sharp intake of breath and Thad appeared as though he might
pass out for a second, but then he appeared to gain control of himself.

   "Sara!" the young minister exclaimed, shocked.

   I stood there smiling at him, but did not choose to answer him.

   "Sara!" Thad exclaimed again.

   This time I answered, "What?"

   "You're so beautiful," he murmured, while reaching out and taking me by
my right hand.

   I flushed more from his compliment than by standing nude before him. 
The young minister pulled me to him and held me embraced in his arms for a
number of minutes.  Oh my God!  It was so romantic I couldn't believe it.

   Then Thad began to kiss me - everywhere.  The handsome young man at
first passionately kissed me on my mouth.  His lips were so incredible soft
and yet they sent shivers down my back.  I pushed my tongue into his open
mouth and against his tongue.

   A few minutes later the young man began to kiss down my neck and then
down to my breasts, God, I couldn't believe it.  I had never have anyone be
so passionate or caring and concerned about my pleasure.  Maybe it was from
his being a minister and caring about people, or maybe he was just that
good in bed - I don't know.  He began to suckle on my nipples until they
grew as erect as I'd ever seen them and they became so sensitive that I
could hardly stand anything to touch them.  Thad then began to kiss me
across the soft down of my lower belly, finally ending around my pubes. 
Man, let me tell you - I was squirming by then.

   I thought he was going to start tonguing my pussy and I didn't want
that. I wanted him to fuck me - NOW!  So I attempted to pull him up to me,
but he just shook his head no.  Thad proceeded to kiss me softly down my
inner thigh.  Good grief!  No one had ever kissed me there.  It was so
sexy. He continued to kiss down to my feet and then made me turn around and
he began to work his way back up my bare body with his mouth.  The young
man literally kissed my ass.  Haha!  I thought that was just an expression.

   When the young minister reached the back of my neck, he turned me around
and silently embraced me again.  I whispered, "I want you to make love to
me."

   Being a true gentlemen, Thad complained, "But Sara, you're too young."

   "No, I'm not!" I insisted, in a firm voice.  "I'm not a virgin, and
haven't been for months and I want to make love right now!"

   To convince him of my intentions, I reached down and unbuckled his belt
and then unbuttoned his black suit pants.  His trousers fell halfway to his
knees and I observed the head of his penis poking out from his boxer
shorts. It looked so cute - just like it was searching out pussy.  I sank
quickly to my knees and helped him step out of his trousers and underwear.
I folded them nicely and placed them on a activity table.  I didn't want to
him to look all rumpled when he left me.  Thad appeared completely stunned
by this time about his standing there half naked with his penis sticking
straight out at a stark naked thirteen year old parishioner.  He was
probably wondering what was his new career was going to be after he got
booted out of this one.  Haha!

   I took him by the right hand and led him to the front of the room.  I
lay down on my back across the teacher's desk with my legs spread wide.  I
patted the inside of my thigh just below my pussy lips in invitation.  Thad
just stood there before me staring at me.  He seemed to be completely
frozen.  I don't know if he was watching some battle between God and Satan
or what.  If he was, I think God won, because I just don't think Satan is
for anything that is as sweet as lovemaking - it just has to be God's
bailiwick.

   By this time, I am as hot as a fire cracker.  With all the kissing of my
body that he did, I think I could have made myself go off just by touching
myself a couple of times.  But I didn't want that.  I wanted Thad to make
love to me and to feel his explosion inside of me and then I would go.  I
sat up at the end of the desk and pulled the handsome young minister to me.
I reached down with my right hand and helped guide his erection into my
completely distended labia.  I then reached behind him with both of my
hands and began pulling him towards me and then pushing him away with my
body.

   I did this for a good couple of minutes, while he just basically was
still frozen and I'm telling you - it was a lotta work.  You got to be
strong to do both parts, when you make love.  Finally just when I didn't
think I could continue, Thad woke up.  I think he decided if he was going
to lose his job over this, he may as well enjoy himself.

   He began to thrust inside of me with great vigor and I immediately went
off - just when I didn't want to.  But what the hay - sometimes you just
can't control these things.  As it was, I just came and came and came as he
continued to move inside of me with immense energy and then all of the
sudden I felt him tense and then begin to spasm as his sweet semen spurted
suddenly into my grateful pussy.

   "Ah, ah, oh God!" the young minister moaned, as he saw his first glimpse
of heaven right here on earth or so he told me later.  When we both had
finished our sexual catharsis, we remained slumped against each other in an
embrace for a number of minutes.

   Suddenly a loud knock came upon the door.  I had to nudge Thad hard to
convince him to respond.  Finally he answered, "Yes, what is it?"

   His voice cracked on the last part of the sentence and I giggled causing
the young man to offer me a stern glance, which caused me to giggle some
more.

   "Thad, is that you?  What's going on?"

   It was Thad's boss!  "Yes, Minister Harkness, it's me," Thad answered.
"I'm speaking to Sara.  We'll be finished in a minute."

   "Oh, that's okay.  Take your time.  I'll be in my office when you're
finished.  We need to talk about that disturbing Mrs.  Hatfield."

   I couldn't help myself and giggled again.  "Stop it," he hissed. 
"Alright sir, I'll do that."

   We listened, as we heard the minister's footsteps leading away from the
door and then we breathed a sigh of relief.

   Thad stood and watched me get naked in reverse, as I pulled on my
clothes.  (Think about that one for awhile - haha!).  I swear he enjoyed
every moment of it right up until I sealed every part of my body away from
his eyes.  Then he donned his apparel and we kissed once and made a promise
to try to meet after choir practice on Tuesday night.

   Oh God!

   End of Part Four



   It's a Party By Bubblegom Chapter Five

   Well, I would 'visit' with Mr.  Boyd two or three times a week, and I
would 'see' Thad on Tuesday evenings after choir practice and on Sundays
after the service, so you can see I was definitely sexually satisfied
during that period.  Haha!  In fact, I was helping to raise our national
orgasm index quotient.  That's an important stat, you know - the higher the
orgasm index quotient is, the lower the homicide rate is.  Honest to God,
that's because there is more coming than going.  Mwahaha!

   By this time it was nearing the end of May and the school year was going
to end soon.  I don't know about where you grew up, but in Florida we got
out of school about the first of June.  But we have to start school before
Labor Day and, of course, we don't get any snow days, so it all balances
out in the long run.  I had just had my fourteenth birthday and I was
finally legal - NOT!  I had one heckuva of a birthday party, but I'll tell
you about that another time.

   I think because the school year was drawing to a close and Mr.  Boyd
hadn't been able to figure out one way that he would be able to see me over
the summer, he became super horny and was banging me all the time.  But I
had no complaints, I loved it and it was helping the country too, you know
- haha!

   On Thursday afternoon in the last week of May, Mr.  Boyd had to go to a
special teacher's meeting at four o'clock concerning graduation ceremonies,
so after we had finished I felt at loose ends.  Not having anything better
to do, I decided I would walk down to the mall.  I would probably run into
some of my friends there.  As I left the school property and started
walking down beside the busy thoroughfare that led to the mall, I had the
strangest feeling that I was being followed.  When I turned around to look,
I only saw a young woman wearing a baseball cap and sunglasses, who was
driving some kind of a late model Pontiac.  I don't know very much about
cars.  It just looked as if she were stuck in bumper to bumper traffic and
was condemned to creep along behind me.  I figured that was probably the
reason I felt as though I was being followed.

   I went down a ways further and the traffic had started to loosen up, but
this woman was still behind me.  I was beginning to get pretty paranoid
about the whole thing, but I told myself I was acting like a nit wit. 
Well, guess what - I should have listened to myself, because myself was
right!  Mwahaha!

   Right then the Pontiac swooped into the curb and, just as I was walking
by the car, the woman threw her door wide open knocking me ass over tea
kettle onto the sidewalk.  She jumped out of the car lickety split, opened
up the rear door of the auto, and threw me in to the back seat quickly. 
The young woman took out a huge roll of duct tape and yanked my arms behind
by back and ran that roll around my wrists five or six times and then tore
it with her teeth.  Honest to God!  This woman was crazed!  She tore the
duct tape roll with her teeth!  I was beginning to get a glimmer of
understanding who this might be, but I was hoping I was wrong.  She then
wrapped the roll of duct tape around my mouth and cut off my means of
communication.  Lucky I wasn't asthmatic - it might have killed me.  I bet
that dumb bitch didn't even consider that.

   The crazy lady then jumped back into the driver's seat and we took off
like a rocket to Mars or something - Vroom!  Apparently she didn't care if
I saw where we went or not, because she didn't cover my eyes or anything,
but it didn't matter anyhow.  I had no idea where we were after awhile.  It
was somewhere that I wasn't familiar with.  Finally we arrived at our
destination and she opened up her garage door with one of those garage door
openers that you use from your car.  Those are very convenient when you're
abducting someone.  Mwahaha!

   So she pulls the car into the garage closing the door behind us.  She
hustles me out the back seat and she's none too gentle about either.  The
young woman was throwing me around, as if I were a rag dol.  She was
considerable taller than me and didn't have any difficulty at all making me
do whatever she wanted.

   Stepping into the house, we started down some basement steps.  Now in
Florida, most houses don't have basements, because the entire state is a
dredge area.  That's right, the entire state is dredged sand from the
bottom of the ocean, but some of the older houses do have basements.

   After reaching the basement floor, the crazy woman pushed me to the very
back.  It was fairly dark naturally and she was becoming quite irritated
with me, as she was banging me into various things, such as, old furniture,
and boxes of long unwanted items.

   Finally something inside of me snapped and my mouth overcame my common
sense and, despite still having my mouth covered with tape, I exclaimed,
"Hey!  Lighten up, bitch!"

   I guess she could understand the gist of what I said despite it being
muffled, because the words were barely out of my mouth, when the insane
acting female smacked me hard across the back of my head!

   "Ow!" I complained.

   She snarled, "Shut up before I really hurt you."

   We reached the very back part of the basement and she pushed me against
the wall and knelt down and duct taped my ankles together.  I'd always
wished I'd used that opportunity to slam my knee up against her temple, but
even if I had - what would I have done then?  My arms were taped behind my
back and my lips were sealed, so to speak.  I had no idea where I was.  I
would have had a very difficult time just opening an unlocked door!

   The woman stepped away from me, leaving me slumped against the back
wall..  She took off her sunglasses and baseball cap.  She lay her
sunglasses down and she shook out her long brunette hair.

   The woman was quite attractive.  She had an oval face, a classical nose
and a wide mouth and was wearing a quite short brown dress.  Judging from
what I could see from the plunging neckline of her dress, her breasts were
substantial.  But then she had been quite good looking the last time I saw
her, also.  You see, I knew who she was.  She was Mr.  Boyd's girlfriend! I
remember him introducing her as Catherine.

   She declared, "I think I observe just a modicum of intelligence in your
eyes and you have remembered where you know me from."

   The attractive woman stepped forward and grabbed the bottom of my chin
in a vise like grip.  "You stay away from my boyfriend or I will fuck you
up.  You are going to ruin his life, cause him to lose his teaching license
and possibly go to prison.  Now I am going to remove the gag for a minute.
I want to hear your answer."

   Man, when she ripped that duct tape off my mouth, that smartened me up a
little, whew!  Catherine asked, "Are you going to stay away from him?"

   I don't know what gets into me at times like that, but I always get
rebellious.  Plus I didn't know what the crazy lady's hidden agenda was,
but I doubted she was just going to let me go if I told her I'd stay away
from Mr.  Boyd.

   "Well," she demanded.

   "Fuck you!" I suggested.

   I'll have to hand it to her.  I thought she would go off half-cocked and
start yelling at me and beating at me, but she didn't.  Catherine stood for
a moment, and then almost musingly said, "Fuck me?  No, I don't think so,
dear.  Fuck you!" the crazed woman exclaimed, while slapping me hard across
my face. When she pulled her hand back for another swipe, I was ready and,
this time when she brought it down across my face, I bit it and hung on for
the ride!

   "Ow!" she screamed.

   Catherine naturally attempted to yank her hand from my mouth to no
avail. It turned out later I had bitten her almost down to the bone and
human bites can be quite nasty and become easily infected.  When she
couldn't obtain the use of her hand again, she attempted to convince me in
another manner.  The crazed woman reached out with her left hand and pulled
my short skirt off in one swipe.  I wasn't wearing any underwear, as usual.
I guess she thought that was going to embarrass me or something.  Mwahaha!

   After pulling my skirt off didn't have any affect, Catherine grabbed my
blouse at the top button and pulled down, opening it for a full view of my
bare breasts The blouse couldn't fall off because of arms being held behind
my back.  That, of course, didn't stop me either.

   The brunette woman reached down with her left hand and began to
manipulate my clit.  Now that did give me pause - let me tell you.  The
more she pushed on my love button, the more my grip with my mouth on her
hand lessened until she finally just lifted her hand from my mouth. 
Instead of stopping what she was doing to hit me, Catherine lowered to her
knees in front of me and replaced her finger with her tongue.  Now this is
what I was talking about when I referred to a hidden agenda.  Whether she
was aware of it or not, this is what the young woman wanted to do the
entire time.

   She reached up and manipulated my nipples, which were already erect, but
making them harder while she continued to lap at my pussy, sending waves of
ecstasy cascading through my body.  Suddenly my orgasm hit with my cum
flowing out of me.  Catherine seemed intent on drinking down every drop. 
When I had finished, the woman looked up at me with her lips glistening and
smiled.

   And that's all there was to it.  Catherine agreed to take me home on her
way to the emergency room to have her hand looked at.  It surely needed
some stitches.  Mwahaha!  But she had her revenge on me big time.  The
pretty woman just threw me in the car, as is and dropped me on the sidewalk
in front of my house after also duct taping my ankles together.  As she
sped away, I glanced around my suburban neighborhood at dusk and noticed I
was quite the spectacle standing there stark naked with my ankles bound and
my hands tied behind my back!  Haha.

   I hopped on up to the front door and somehow managed to finally get it
open.  You should have seen how my family looked when I came in.  They were
seated at the dinner table.  They, of course, bombarded me with questions,
but, as usual, I only gave them my name, rank, and serial number.

   I turned and hopped on up the stairs to my room.  Later my younger
sister came and released me from the binds of the duct tape.  I slipped
under the covers and went right to sleep.  After all, it had been an
exhausting day!

   End of Part Five



   It's a Party By Bubblegom Chapter Six

   Well, like I alluded to in the last chapter, I had a birthday in the
middle of May.  I insisted on a big party and, when my parents told me no,
I just kept throwing an ongoing temper tantrum until they agreed.  Mwahaha!
It was a huge party, I'm not kidding.  My birthday fell on a Wednesday that
year, so the party was held on a Friday because of school, you know.

   Unbeknownst to my parents, I had plenty of booze stashed away.  I'd been
working on it for over a month.  Also a lot of the kids that were coming
were bringing booze, so that party floated, let me tell you.  I also got
one of those local high school bands to come cheap, because I promised them
all the free booze they could drink.  Mwahaha!

   Now my biggest problem, naturally enough, was what to do with my family
- I sure didn't want them hanging around.  I finally convinced them - and
it was difficult, let me tell you - that they should visit my aunt for the
weekend.  They had put off visiting her, because they didn't like her very
much - haha!

   Well, they finally agreed and they all pulled out in our station wagon
on Friday morning and wouldn't be back until Sunday afternoon, at the
earliest.  I didn't go to school that day, but instead stayed home and
worked on getting everything ready for my big birthday party.

   Everyone was supposed to start showing up after dinner, but of course
people arrived a lot earlier than that.  My close friends came over right
after school, but that was okay because they were going to help me get
everything ready.  They even helped me pick out my outfit.  I wore this
real short tight black dress that had a plunging neckline, and with my
blonde hair - I looked hot, let me tell you!  I really scored too and got a
whole lotta presents.  It was the bomb!

   So most of the people started showing up around dusk, you know - about
8:30 or 9 o'clock, because it was getting on to the summer and, since it
was Friday night, a lot of the kids were planning on staying real late and
they didn't want to start their partying too early or they'd crash too
soon.

   The band got there about nine and the whole house started rocking.  Man,
I'm surprised it didn't collapse or something.  There were cars parked
everywhere, up and down my street and all over my lawn.  There was probably
about a hundred people there all told and the band was great!  Now I did
something that I usually don't do and as far as I'm concerned it's my
friends' fault.  I started drinking.  I usually don't drink that much,
because it affects me so, but all of my close friends were drinking and,
they kept calling me a party pooper and even worse names than that, so
finally I said okay I'd have one drink.  Well, I'm certain you know what
happened.  One drink led to another drink and that drink led to another
drink and pretty soon, I was pretty smashed.  Haha.

   As soon as I got drunk, I started getting that urge to strip down and
get comfortable, but I thought that stripping down at my own birthday party
at ten o'clock at night would be pretty gauche, you know?  But I really
didn't know what to do with myself at that point.

   I couldn't afford to drink anymore without doing something way stupid,
so I was trying to dance in order to wear some of the affect of the alcohol
off, but apparently booze doesn't work that way.  In fact, as the time went
by I kept getting drunker.  Well, I went over near the end of the living
room and squeezed myself down between all these couples, who were busy
making out on the couch.  I thought maybe I could just outwait the booze,
but I guess it wasn't having anything to do with that.  As soon as I sat
down, the room started spinning around.  You ever have that happen to you
after drinking?  It's really weird, let me tell you.  So that room spinning
around made me feel as though I wanted to vomit, so I quickly closed my
eyes and kept them shut, thereby keeping the room on the floor, so to
speak.

   Later I guess I fell asleep.  I don't like to say I passed out, but that
was probably closer to the truth.  Anyway I must have been out for a while
and I must have been moving all around in my sleep too, because when I woke
up most of those couples on the couch had ceased their romantic
undertakings and were staring at me.  It seems that my short black dress
had ridden up to around my waist and of course I wasn't wearing any
underwear underneath, so my pussy was on big time display.  Mwahaha!

   So at that point, what did I care?  It was far later in the evening and
some of the people had cleared out, so I just turned my back to the kid
sitting next to me and asked him if he would pull the zipper down on the
back of my black dress.  Judging by how fast he acceded to my demand, I
think he was anxious to help.  I just leaned forward and let that dress
slide down my arms and off my bare breasts and then I stood up and allowed
the whole dress to hit the floor, and I was suddenly starkers and the hit
of my own birthday party!

   Guys were coming out of the woodwork to ask me to dance, but I waited
until one really cute boy, who I had had my eye on for awhile came over. 
His name was Jim Hawkins and he was really attractive.  He was a little
taller than me, but he had a great build.  Jim wore his dark hair medium
long, had coal black eyes that could look right through you when he wanted
and a large mouth that looked just right for kissing.

   Of course the band wanted to play fast numbers, because to them it was
more fun and also they wanted to watch me gyrating around naked.  I went
over and straightened them and let them know if they didn't play slow
numbers, they were cut off from the booze.  Jim drew me close to him, as
soon as the song began and pressed my nude body against his clothed one as
tight as he could.  I could feel his penis starting to stir some.  Haha! 
It felt like a little mouse at that point.

   It was fairly dark in the room naturally with all the main lighting
being turned off, but I could still see his girlfriend over on the side of
the room glowering at me.  I guess Jim wanted to dance with me more then he
wanted to appease her.  I wonder if me being stark naked had anything to do
with that.  Mwahaha!

   We had been dancing for a minute or two and I felt his erection inside
his pants grow significantly larger, so I surreptitiously reached down and
lowered his zipper.  Jim pushed aside the opening of his boxer shorts and
'ol Mr.  Johnson came out for a visit.  I glanced over at his girlfriend
and I could see her attempting to peer through the gloom, but I could tell
she couldn't know anything for certain at that point.

   I raised up on my tiptoes and his seven-inch prick just slid right into
my wet distended labia.  I had been wet ever since I had stripped down.  We
quit the charade that we were dancing and we just stood in one place and
rocked back and forth, as if we were still attempting to dance, but had
grown tired.

   Personally I was so excited, I went off like a firecracker.  Bang! 
Bang! It took Jim a little longer, but not much, because after all he was a
fifteen year old boy - how long do they need anyway?

   Unfortunately it was about this time that his girlfriend grew very
suspicious and pranced out on the part of the living room that had become
the dance floor.  When she pulled us apart and she saw Jim's penis still
sticking out of his pants, I thought she was going to faint.  But no such
luck.  She began screaming at the top of her lungs and hitting him and then
hitting me.

   Well, when she started hitting me, that was all she wrote, because I
don't let anybody hit on me.  I figured if I grabbed a couple of pieces of
apparel off her that it would calm her down.  I soon discovered that I was
wrong about that too.  She was a hottie too.  I'm sure ordinarily Jim would
have never left her side.  She had long brunette hair, a simply gorgeous
face with a little button nose, and a fabulous figure, which included large
breasts and a narrow waist.  I already had her down to her bra and
half-slip, but she kept on coming back for more, just wailing away on me.

   "Kitty, stop!" Jim shouted.

   "Kitty?!" I laughed.  "Does Kitty want some milk?" I asked, pushing my
breasts up at her.

   Just as I wanted, this seemed to infuriate her the more and as she
wildly struck out at me, I slipped her attack and moved in close and ripped
off her bra exposing her beautiful breasts.  She screamed and the crowd
that had grown around us grew wild.  I grinned in appreciation at them for
their applause and moved back in for the kill.  Grabbing her half-slip and
knickers by the waist band, I yanked them down to the floor rendering her
as naked as me, excepting for her shoes.  She was now so insane with rage
that when she discovered her clothing limiting her movement, instead of
pulling them back on, she just kicked it away.  Her boyfriend had stopped
saying anything to either one of us, but stood and watched in appreciation
of the tableau that lay before him.  We were every man's wet dream - two
women who had stripped themselves naked fighting!  Mwahaha!

   The very next time she punched out at me with her right hand I grabbed
it and quickly twirled her around, while holding her right arm up at a
painful position.  Mr.  Boyd had taught me some self defense tactics
between our sexual trysts.  Kitty must have picked up a few moves of her
own along the way, as she knew enough to kick my ankle with the back of her
right heel until I relinquished my hold.

   The very attractive young brunette then greatly surprised me as she
lowered her left shoulder and charged me knocking me to the ground flat on
my back!  She lay on top on me and glared as if to say, Well, what are you
going to do now sucker?  I reached out with both of my hands clutching the
sides of her head and pulled her down to me, while kissing her passionately
and slipping my tongue into her open mouth.  She was so surprised she
didn't know what to do.

   I used her indecision to reach down with my left hand and locate her
clitoris and began to manipulate her love button vigorously.  Mwahaha!  Now
she had no further interest in fighting, that was for sure.  The crowd
pushed closer around us, while pushing Jim further away.  I think the
entire situation of making love in public with another female turned Kitty
on completely and very shortly she was moaning and writhing, while the
crowd cheered as though they were at a sporting event.  Actually these
people were pretty weird and tacky too.

   We continued to kiss passionately, while I fiddled with her clit until
suddenly she began to cum with a vengeance with it flowing from her
literally in torrents.  She later told me it was the best sexual experience
she'd ever had.  Mwahaha!

   "Ah, oh God!" she shouted out, as the crowd went completely wild.  I
made a decision then and there not to invite most of these folks to
anything ever again, not even a cock fight.

   After Kitty had finished, she lay in my arms for a few minutes while the
crowd dispersed and went back to whatever disreputable activity they had
previously been involved in.  We later got up and I showed Kitty my bedroom
for the rest of the night.  Jim was left high and dry and out in the cold,
so to speak.

   Kitty and I have remained the best of friends to this very day and
certainly a port in a storm for each other.

   End of Part Six



   It's a Party By Bubblegom Chapter Seven

   Well, that certainly had been a birthday party that we would talk about
for awhile, don't you think?  Haha!  I mentioned a couple of chapters back
that I felt as though my clothes were thoroughly safe, when I stashed them
in a Sunday school room and it turned out they weren't.  As the summer wore
on, I began to experience extreme feelings of horniness.  This was due to
school being out and not seeing Mr.  Boyd and Thad Jenkins, our assistant
minister, was finally given a church of his own.  Go Thad!  But it was too
far away for me to visit.

   I still didn't have a boyfriend; certainly not because I hadn't been
asked.  Practically every boy I knew had asked me to be his girlfriend. 
Boys have a tendency to want to have a girlfriend, who enjoys stripping
herself stark naked all the time.  Mwahaha!  But I hadn't met anyone yet,
who had made my heart go pitty-pat much less any other part of my body.

   The boy, who I had seen on that one ill-fated Sunday that Mrs. 
Bulldyke, or whatever her name was, caught me flashing suddenly reappeared
one Sunday morning later in June.  I was determined this time to meet him.
Again during the closing prayer, I looked up and saw him looking directly
at me.  This time I made damn sure no one was watching us and then I did
something I had never risked before and, to this day, I still can't believe
I did it.

   I reached down to the hem of my choir robe and pulled it completely off
my body.  I was standing in church during a service stark naked!  I didn't
even have shoes on.  Then I ran my finger slightly along my pussy lips.  He
appeared stunned for a second and then was grinning broadly at me and
waved. I quickly slipped the robe back on with no one being the wiser.



   After the service, I observed him attempting to make his way toward the
choir.  He finally was able to push his way through the crowd of well
wishers and family members and reach me.

   "Hi, my name is Frank - Frank Stein," the young man introduced himself.
He stood somewhat taller than me, but was not a giant by any means.  He had
longish wavy dark hair, brown eyes and one of the cutest smiles I had ever
seen.

   "I'm," I began, but then he interrupted.

   "I know who you are," he informed me.  Frank went on to explain that he
had asked around the last time he had seen me and discovered who I was, but
couldn't find out anything else like where I lived, etc.

   "I'm flattered," I replied shyly, acting as though me showing him my
totally nude body had nothing to do with it.

   "Hey, Sara!" The discordant voice of Audrey the young woman, who sat
next to me in choir jarringly interrupted our conversation.

   "What, Aud-rey," I said with a long sigh indicating to her that I was
plenty put out by her interrupting us, but that I would deal with it.

   "The choir director said we needed to turn in our choir robes
immediately, so they can be gathered for dry cleaning.  You wanna give me
yours now?"

   "No!" I shouted, drawing attention from several people.  "No," I
reiterated in a lower tone.  "I'll give mine over in a minute."

   Audrey stuck her tongue out at me and replied, "Geez!  Some people!  You
try to help them and they throw up all over you."

   Audrey turned her back to Frank and I.  I could just see myself acceding
to her request and handing over my choir robe to her.  Man, that would have
been something!  Since I wasn't ready for a public stripping of that
magnitude, I suggested to Frank that he come along with me, while I
retrieved my outfit in order to turn in the robe.

   Of course he dutifully agreed and traipsed after me downstairs to the
classrooms.  Once inside the correct room I went straight over to where I
had left my clothes.  And they weren't there!

   "Oh shit!" I exclaimed.  "My clothes are gone."

   Frank wandered over to where I was standing.  "Are you sure?" he asked,
peering around owlishly.

   "What'd you mean - am I sure?" I responded angrily.  "Of course I'm
sure! I left them right there.  Do you see any clothes?"

   Frank shook his head silently.  Just then Audrey's unpleasant drone cut
the tension in the room.  "Hey, Sara!  Are you in there?  I have to get
that robe.  Hey, why'd you have the door locked?"

   Now I was between a rock and a hard place.  My clothes were missing,
they wanted the choir robe and Audrey was attempting to get in the room.  I
had no choice at this point, but to hand my choir robe out to Audrey
through the cracked door.

   As I handed it out to her, making sure to keep the door closed enough so
she couldn't see anything, I explained, "I have the door locked because I'm
in my underwear."

   "Oh yeah," Audrey replied sarcastically.  "Hehe, you don't wear
underwear, Sara.  You're probably naked in there."

   I was beginning to realize that my sexual proclivities were becoming too
well known.  I breathed a sigh of relief when I heard Audrey's high heels
clicking away down the hallway.  Turning to Frank, whose mouth was
completely agape at the sight of me standing next to him stark naked.  I
was blushing furiously.  I know, you gonna say why, that I was just
standing in front of him nude out in the church.  Well, that was completely
different.  He was a lot further away from me and we were in a room full of
people.  Now it was just me and him and he was standing right next to me
and I had just met him!

   I noticed immediately that he either had an erection or a mouse in his
pants.  So I reached down there and felt around.  Sure enough, it was an
erection and it was getting larger.  I pulled his zipper down and reached
in and released it.  I gave it several yanks and he suddenly went off like
a sky rocket!

   "Oh Sara!" he exclaimed.

   I pulled his handkerchief out of his suit pocket and handed it to him.
"Here, clean yourself up and then stash that."

   I realized I was being abrupt, but I had some things I needed him to do
and there wasn't much time.  After Frank had completed his task, I
explained to him.  "I need you to go down to the janitor's closet and bring
me back some rope.  And hurry!"

   I'll say this for him.  He obtained that rope about as quickly as he had
his orgasm.  Then I instructed him to find Audrey and bring her back to me
and don't let anybody see him.  You see, I had figured out who had taken my
clothes.  It suddenly occurred to me whose perfume I had smelled in the
corner of the room when I went to search out my clothes.

   A few minutes later, Frank knocked gently on the door and I allowed him
and Audrey to enter.  Her eyes became as large as saucers, when she
obtained a good look at my total nakedness.

   "Sara!  Whatever are you doing and where are your clothes?"

   "I think you know where my clothes are, Audrey," I accused.

   "Now how would I know that?" the girl inquired suddenly appearing quite
malicious.

   "Give it up, Audrey," I retorted.  "I smelled your perfume over there
where my clothes had been.  Now I want them back this instant!" I demanded
taking a step closer to her.

   "Well, you're right, I did take them," the girl whined.  "But I can't
give them back because I destroyed them!"

   I reached out and grabbed her by the right upper arm and shook her as I
exclaimed, "You'd better be kidding, Audrey."

   "Well, I'm not," Audrey replied in a 'what are you going to do now'
tone.

   "Then I'll just have to take yours," I retorted grinning evilly at her.

   "What!" the girl screeched.

   "Grab her," I ordered Frank, as I looked around for something to gag her
with. Spotting his cum rag, I jammed that into her whiny, obnoxious,
screeching wide-open mouth!  Mwahaha!

   While Frank held Audrey in a vise like grip, I quickly denuded the young
woman.  I even took her underwear off, even though I didn't want it for
myself.  Man, you should have seen her blush.  It turned out that, beneath
all that staid clothing Audrey wore, she was actually quite attractive as
is often the case with young women, who for some reason or other don't feel
they are pretty and hide their beauty under a bushel.  She had long light
red hair, a cute face peppered with freckles, pert little breasts with
large nipples and a big red-haired muff.

   I handed the rope to Frank, who quickly hamstrung her by tying her
wrists together behind her back and then tying her ankles together and then
joining her wrists to her ankles via the long rope.  I checked the ropes to
assure they were secure and then complimented Frank on a good job.  He was
a natural.  Good thing we weren't interested in serial killing, we'd have
made a good team.  Haha!

   Upon my encouragement, Frank set Audrey up against the back wall so she
could watch if she so chose.

   "Take your clothes off," I ordered Frank.

   He stripped completely down to the buff in no time.  I had been right.
He was fine looking with good body definition, a narrow waist, long legs
and a big prick.  Mwahaha!  I cast a quick glance at Audrey, who had been
assiduously studying Frank's nude form and only turned her head when she
noticed me looking at her.  I giggled softly to myself thinking that I was
getting ready to really give her something to stare at.

   I sank to my knees and placed his penis in my mouth and quickly sucked
on it 'til it reached its full length.  I swear I heard Audrey moaning
lowly to herself.  I bet she hadn't seen many erections, if any.

   After laying myself down directly in front of the blushing young woman,
I directed, "Come on, Frank, hop aboard!  We haven't got all day, you
know."

   The young man quickly dropped to his knees in front of me and leaned
over and began to suckle my nipples.  God, that felt especially good
considering the circumstances with being in the Sunday school room and
having Audrey watching us.  She hadn't been able to even tear her gaze away
for a few seconds.  As Frank was busy sucking on my aureoles, I kissed him
passionately while running my tongue all around his mouth and stroked his
elongated sexual organ until unbelievably it grew even lengthier.  My labia
was wide open in invitation and I was already dripping just from having
Audrey witnessing our love making.  I am twisted, I know that.  Mwahaha!

   I guided his seven-inch tool into my wide-open pussy and whispered to
him to get on with it.  Frank began literally pounding into my body.  I
guess he wasn't kidding around anymore.  Man, I couldn't remember when I
had felt so good, but I realized I was extra horny due to not having much
sex all summer.  I glanced up at Audrey and it appeared to me as if our
sexual interaction was really getting to the young woman, but she was
unable to effect anything herself because of being tied.  She still
appeared to be attempting to move her legs up and down having them tied at
the ankles in an effort to rub her pussy lips together.  Haha!  I almost
felt sorry for the poor hypocrite - almost!

   When Frank continued to pound his seven-inch erection into my labia, I
suddenly began to orgasm.  I came and came and came and came; in other
words, I came a lot.  I crossed my legs in a vise like grip on the young
man's hardened penis and he could barely move it and the feelings must have
been out of this world for him as he shouted, "Oh sweet Jesus!" as he shot
his torrent of hot sperm into me.  I thought his crying out for Jesus was
highly appropriate since we were in church at the time.  After that he
collapsed beside me and we lay and cuddled for a few moments, before I
advised him we'd better be on our way before someone came to investigate
where Audrey might have disappeared to.

   We dressed hurriedly and then we untied our would be voyeur.  I had
decided it was much crueler to allow Audrey the run of the church
completely naked than to leave her tied up and have her family or friends
find her, which would probably elicit their sympathy.  This way Audrey
really couldn't say anything about me without incriminating herself.  She
had tears running down her face as she pleaded with me to at least leave
her the bra and knickers to wear.

   I laughed in her face.  I retorted, "You were going to leave me without
any clothes, so deal with it bitch!"

   I took Frank by the hand, strolled out of the church and never looked
back.  I never did really hear what happened to Audrey after we left.  I
think she had to be hospitalized for awhile because of a nervous breakdown
and then once she did return to the choir she sat way over on the other
side away from me.  But I never did have any more trouble out of her.

   End of Part Seven



   It's a Party By Bubblegom Chapter Eight

   We were lucky, we had a community swimming pool in our neighborhood.  It
was supposed to be a municipal pool; at least it had been built by the
city, but that was about it for city responsibility.  It was really up to
the neighborhood to keep it running smoothly.  If we had waited for the
city to come for instance and add more chlorine the entire summer would
have been over by the time they would have shown up.

   I don't know if you're aware of this, but it gets real hot in Florida.
News Flash: It gets damn hot in Florida in the summertime.  Mwahahaha!  So
as the summer wore on, we would be spending more and more time in the pool.
And you know me, I had this itsy bitsy bikini.  It wasn't a t-back, it was
a real bikini; but it didn't cover much.  I think it was a couple of sizes
too small.  Haha!  I mean the top covered about half my breasts, but still
every once in a while it would slip down past my nipples.  And my bottom
often showed a lot of excess pubic hair, because I refused to shave down
there.  First time I tried to shave I cut myself and that was that.  I made
a vow I would never cut myself down there again.

   And every once in a while late at night, I would slip out of my bikini
entirely and swim around stark naked.  It always felt so liberating and
free, but mainly of course nobody could tell anything anyway, unless they
got right next to me.  We weren't supposed to go in the pool at night. 
They would lock the gate, but we would climb over the fence and go swimming
anyway.

   Every once in a great while I would meet a new boy in the day time and
we'd make a date and then he would show up late at night and we would go
skinny dipping.  And sometimes one thing might lead to another - you know
how that goes.

   One afternoon all these clowns showed up from some other neighborhood. I
never was quite sure where they came from, but I knew it wasn't anywhere
close to us.  There was ten of them and let me tell you - they were really
crude.  I mean they were spitting in the pool and everything.  It wouldn't
surprise me if some of those pigs were pissing in there too.  All of our
people had gathered in one small corner of the pool, while the rest of them
were lounging all over the place.

   As I already have mentioned there were ten of them, five females and
five males.  Out of those ten, nine of them were slobs, pigs, and heifers;
but the tenth one - ooh la la.  He looked like a young hoodlum and probably
was.  He was about six feet tall, had black hair pushed up in a old
fashioned pomp, coal black eyes, and a continual sneer on his handsome
face. He was slender but not thin and appeared very graceful.  He had these
wonderful appearing hands.  I have a things for hands.  His were quite big,
but not fleshy at all with long delicate fingers.

   This young group of sociopaths were becoming louder and louder and
beginning to work themselves up to challenging us for the sole ownership of
the pool.  If we were to back down, we might lose custody of the pool for
the rest of the summer.  Something drastic had to be done and it needed to
happen quickly!

   I quickly and quietly conferred with my cohorts and sauntered up to the
good looking one.  As I moved toward him, I made sure my nipples were
showing and my bikini bottom was pushed down near the start of my vagina.

   "Hi!" I spoke brightly.

   The young man made a big production out of sneering at me and then
glancing over to his buddies, who were all guffawing and carrying on, but I
noticed he couldn't keep himself from continually checking me out and his
bathing trunks began to develop a rather large protuberance, if you know
what I mean.

   Finally he spoke.  Actually he snarled at me, as if he were a dog,
"What'd you want?"

   "I have a proposition for you," I declared, sounding more confident by
far than I really felt.

   "What's that?" he asked, again looking over at his compatriots for
support.  They were shouting out things such as "Fuck that little bimbo,
Tony." As I've previously mentioned, they were quite the class group.

   "I'd like you to make wild passionate love to me, " I answered, while
suddenly whipping my bikini off completely and standing stark naked in
front of him.

   That wiped the sneer off his face, let me tell you and quieted that
crowd for the moment also.  Some of my group were yelling, "Don't do it,
Sara," and "Sara, what are you thinking of?" But these were all prearranged
comments.

   I noticed Tony had to swallow large a couple of times before speaking.
"Okay," he croaked, while reaching out to me.

   I stepped back and help my right hand extended out in front of me, palm
up.  "But wait," I ordered.  "There's a condition."

   "What's that?" he managed to say.  I think it was a miracle he could
speak, because all of his saliva had dried up.  Haha!

   "All of your friends have to strip themselves naked," I explained.

   "What?!" one of those pigs screamed.  "Tony, don't agree.  It's some
kinda trap."

   Tony whipped his handsome head around to them, his face fixed with an
expression that displayed he would book no arguments.  "Do it!" he
commanded.

   As the young dark-haired man returned his attention to me, the nine
pigs, heifers, and slobs all begrudgingly and moaning all the while
stripped off their suits.  Man, let me tell ya - they were gross.  I mean
GROSS!  They all had fat wrinkles and you could barely make out the guys'
pee pees because they were hidden in so much fat.  And the females (I
hesitate to call them girls) all had these huge breasts that were already
all hanging down to their bellies - I suppose from not wearing any support.

   "Okay," Tony declared simply.

   "You too," I insisted.

   Since we were standing in the shallow end of the pool, the handsome
young man pushed his trunks down to his feet and stepped out of them.  Man,
he was a hottie and his erection was already huge!

   "Give them to me," I ordered, holding out my hand.

   Once he had complied, I threw them over to my friends with the
instructions to take care of them, as though I was looking out for him. 
Mwahaha!  Lest it be thought that I was prostituting myself to get us out
of this jam, let it be understood that I wasn't.  I would have been glad to
fuck this guy, irregardless of any circumstance.  He really turned me on.
Besides everything else, he had that aura of danger that always attracted
me the most.

   I reached down and clutched his cock and began to work my hand up and
down on his impressive shaft.  It appeared to grow even longer!  "Oh," he
gasped, while his knees buckled somewhat.

   I leaned forward and pushed him back and whispered, "Steady love, we
have all afternoon." He actually lightened up a little and bestowed upon me
a small smile.

   Meanwhile his group was really into the sexual action occurring in front
of them and they were screaming instructions and obscenities, as if they
were at some sort of an erotic athletic event.

   I could tell by the stunned expression on Tony's handsome features that
he might have talked a good game, but that he actually had very little
sexual experience and that was probably at a gang bang of some poor
unfortunate.  Consequently I decided to take the initiative, so I stepped
closer and cupped his balls, while beginning to kiss him; tentatively at
first and then more passionately, plunging my tongue into his mouth and
seeking out his tongue.

   I told him to pick up my left leg as high as it would go, and then I
guided his enormous erection into my wide open labia and we commenced to
going to town.  He may have been a novice but he seemed to have all the
rudiments down successfully and God - it felt so good!  With him rocking
into me deeply, while we stood up in the shallow end of a public pool in
front a large crowd of laughing jeering people in the middle of a weekday
afternoon, the whole experience began to take on a surrealistic quality. 
It almost seemed to me that I was seeing flashes of a kaleidoscope of
colors, which I'm sure was just a product of my overactive imagination, but
it didn't seem so at the time.

   I suddenly heard the police sirens in the distance and I knew the jig
was up, so to speak.  I reached out with both of my hands and placed them
around his beautiful bottom and pulled him even closer to me.

   "Go now," I whispered.  "Because we're gonna have to run in a minute."
And then I squeezed his cock extra hard inside my pussy.

   His cock went off like an out of control fire hose and he shot his load
of hot semen into me, which in turn triggered my own orgasm.  Oh sweet
Jesus!  It felt so good.  I think it was the complete sum of the whole
situation, but it feel like something akin to a mystical experience.  My
cum escaped me in waves.  I clutched on to him to maintain my balance.

   As soon as we were finished cumming, I grabbed him by the hand and
shouted, "Let's go!" I quickly led him out of the pool and by his group of
hooligans and out the gate at the far end of the swimming pool area. 
Luckily I didn't live far from the pool and no one was home at my house. 
We dashed into the coolness of my home.

   "What's going on?" Tony demanded.

   "I don't know," I answered, but I was lying.  I did know.  When his gang
of VIP's (very intolerable persons) had been engrossed watching our sexual
olympics, one of my group had snuck over and stolen all their suits.  Oooh!
Somebody had to touch them - barf.  Then someone else called the cops. 
Mwahaha!  Teach them to fuck with us!

   One of my friends lived in a house bordering the pool area and she said
that when the cops got there, it was hysterical.  She explained all of the
cretins were trying to get away and were bumping into each other and
falling down and the cops looked like they were gonna puke.  Haha!  We
never did see any more of them for the rest of the summer.

   Tony and I fucked for the rest of the afternoon and then, giving him
something of my fathers' to wear, I sent him on his way.  I haven't seen
him since, either.

   End of Part Eight



   It's a Party By Bubblegom Chapter Nine

   I don't know about where you live, but in Florida we're not allowed to
personally have any fireworks at all.  They're scared we'll hurt ourselves
or we'll start brush fires.  I don't know where and how - the entire state
is now made out of concrete.  It seems as if the only fire works we're
allowed to have are snakes and sparklers.  Man, talk about lame!

   Of course, there is a brisk illegal trade of practically any kind of
firework you might want, but what else would you expect from the state that
would sell anybody a gun and probably five or six at the same time.  I'm
fond of saying that in Florida you can't own a fire cracker, but you can
buy a semi-automatic hand gun to celebrate with.

   As a matter of fact, several years ago some fat slob was sitting in a
lawn chair, getting smashed on beer and watching the public display of
fireworks and apparently a bullet that someone had fired straight up in the
air started descending, after it reached its highest trajectory and came
straight down and landed in the drunk's gut.  Mwahaha!  He was so wasted he
didn't know it for a while and then started complaining of a stomach ache.
What a dumb ass!

   So anyway, since we can't legally have any kind of real fireworks, most
people go to the public display of fireworks put on by each 'city.' I have
city in quotes because most of these areas are hardly cities in any
traditional sense, but are just sprawling areas of suburbia incorporated
with a city charter.  But whatever, somebody pays for these firework
displays and my family always goes.

   We always attend the fireworks shown in one of the county's parks.  We
go way early to get a good seat.  It's really insane, you wouldn't believe
it.  In the first place, you have to bring your own seats in the form of a
blanket or lawn chairs.  The next thing is the fireworks aren't set off
until nine o'clock or sometimes later depending on when it finally becomes
dark, but my family goes out there at three o'clock in the afternoon to get
a good seat!  God!  You can't believe it.  It's so hot, and dirty, and
boring!  But I have to put up with this every year. I had wanted to wear my
bikini, so I could continue to get a good tan, and maybe promote some
action over in the bushes, but my mother said absolutely not.  Darn her! 
So I compromised with an outfit that was almost as good with a halter top
that left a lot of my breasts exposed and an extremely short skirt.  Of
course I wore no underwear and flashed good looking guys all day.  Mwahaha!
It was the bomb.

   Later we ate this lame picnic supper, where my mother served spam
sandwiches.  Can you believe that?  I thought spam was only on the
computer. This stuff was hideous.  It finally got dark and the action
started; in more ways than one.

   They started to set off the fireworks and everyone went "ooh" and "ah"
all over the place.  Fireworks basically leave me cold.  I mean, if you see
one, you've seen them all.  After all, how many different colors are there
or different designs?  Then some freak starts setting off a roman candle.
You know what that is?  You hold this long cylinder in your hand and it
shoots out miniature fireballs that then explode hopefully up in the air
into different colors and patterns.

   Unfortunately, much like a bullet, what goes up must come down, and the
still red hot embers started falling all around me.  I let out with a loud
shriek and I'm ashamed to admit that I started running around like a
chicken with my head cut off.  Mwahaha!  Then I really started to panic
when the hot remnants began falling on my clothes and I didn't remember
that I needed to hit the ground and roll to put out any possible flames. 
Instead, like an idiot, I continued to move in my fright and my clothes
began to smolder and then broke into a small blaze!

   I really screamed then and luckily for me a young man leaped up and
literally jumped on me and wrestled me to the ground and put out the fire
by covering it with his body.  He didn't get burned anywhere on his body,
but his clothes did get a little burned in a couple of areas.  As for me I
suffered no damage to my body, but luckily enough (haha) my clothes were
burned right off my back.  God, I loved it!  There I was stark naked except
for my shoes in front of this huge crowd of people and I didn't have to do
anything to get that way.  My mother couldn't even be upset with me.  In
fact, she was even solicitous toward me.

   The only bummer was I had to act like I was all embarrassed and attempt
to cover myself, which of course I managed to not do very well.  Mwahaha!
My hands kept slipping off my breasts or my secret area.  As I looked
around at the crowd, I saw blushing mothers attempting to shield their
children's eyes and fathers, who were trying to act like they weren't
getting off on looking at me.

   You know when I really start thinking about it, I just don't get it. 
It's just the human body.  Everybody has one, you know; not as good as
mine, of course - haha, but still what's the big deal?  Everybody knows,
even little kids, generally what everybody looks like beneath their
clothes. Why all the big embarrassment and scandal?

   Anyway it turns out the guy, who rescued me is this really good looking
older teen, maybe eighteen or nineteen years old.  God, he was a hunk too.
I couldn't believe he was there by himself, but I guess his idiot of a
girlfriend stood him up.  He introduced himself as Billy Jack, while gazing
right at me.  You see, he had enough sense to realize that I would take it
as an insult if he didn't look at me and enjoy my beauty.  He stood head
and shoulders above me, had short black hair and resembled a young Robert
Culp.  I don't know if you ever saw any of those old westerns that Robert
Culp used to be in when he was real young, but he was incredibly handsome,
believe it or not; well, so was Billy Jack.  I was just about creaming
right there, because of standing totally naked before him with his intense
staring at me.

   Suddenly he broke the mood by suggesting I follow him to his car to
retrieve a blanket he had brought for him and his girlfriend to sit on. 
Since we had only brought lawn chairs with no blanket, and my mother didn't
want to strip off (thank God, if you've ever seen her - haha) any of her
outer apparel for me to put on, she had to let me go with him against her
better judgment.  I mean would you agree to send your stark naked fourteen
year old daughter off with a teenage stranger?

   I cut quite a swath of attention from the crowd, as I sliced through
them following my rescuer to where his car was parked.  Women were blushing
- I have no idea why, they've all seen the equipment before.  Kids were
laughing and screaming and pointing and men were staring.  There was even a
few teenage boys attempting to follow me until Billy turned around and
discouraged them with his flat stare.  It was really great!  I laughed
outloud all the way.

   We finally reached the parking lot and his car.  It was much darker
there and there was not very many people around naturally.  The handsome
young man reached into the back seat to pull out his blanket.  When he
turned around to hand it to me, I dropped my left shoulder suddenly and
knocked him back into the back seat.  Mwahaha!  Before Billy could respond
in any manner, I dove head first into the back seat landing on top of him!
I think I knocked the wind out of him for a moment, because I heard him
exclaim, "Umph!"

   I took advantage of his momentary paralysis to unbuckle his belt,
unbutton his skin tight blue jeans and pull them and his jockey shorts down
and off his body.  Mwahaha!  Sara strikes again.  His prick was already
fixed straight up as if standing at attention for inspection.  So I gave it
the quick once over and found it appeared perfectly beautiful, so I took
most of it into my mouth and began to suckle it.  Oh God!  From the
expression on his beautiful face (and this guy was beautiful) and the
sounds he was making, I thought he was gonna cum right off.

   I decided to suck him off until completion and then on the next go
around he would be able to hold out until I had cummed myself.  I continued
to go down on him and I'll tell you - I was absolutely taking as much of
his joint as I could into my mouth.  I was practically letting it gag me
and I was really knob slobbing on it too.  I was bringing my lips all the
way back up to around the head and then running my tongue everywhere.  I'm
telling you that to know what I doing to him was getting me almost as hot
as he was, as he was thrashing around and moaning to beat the band.  I mean
I was practically cumming myself just by thinking about it.  I was real wet
down there and I jammed three fingers into myself, because I couldn't stand
it anymore.  I was hoping he could recuperate quickly.  I shouldn't have
worried.  This guy was a real stud, let me tell you!

   Suddenly he started going off in my mouth like he had his own roman
candle - haha.  But I don't think he was Italian.  I was so hot by this
time I took my mouth off his prick and let him stream his cum all over me.
And this guy had a lot!  It was like showering in cum.  Mwahaha!  It was
dripping off my face and hair.  It was killer!  I ripped open his shirt,
buttons flying everywhere and rubbed some of his cum on his huge chest and
then flung myself on top of him again and rubbed my naked body all over
his. He was groaning with another hard-on in no time.

   I sat up and then rose up on my haunches and plunged my completely
distended dripping pussy straight down on that gorgeous prick of his.  OH
MY GOD!  I'd never felt so good.  It must have been a combination of
everything that had come before it, but it seemed like his erection went
straight through me and was coming out my asshole.  Good God almighty!  I
moved maybe five times on him and I was off, the cum was just flowing out
of me.  It was the first time that I experienced multiple orgasms, as I
just kept going and going.  Finally of course he clutched me by my upper
arms and halfway sitting up he began to twitch and spasm as he shot his hot
semen into me.  God!  It was so hot!

   Suddenly I heard someone knock on the car window and my mother's voice
called out, "Sara, come on, honey.  We're ready to leave."

   I glanced up and there was my mother peering in the window at us!  Man,
talk about a reality check, but you should have seen the look on her face
when she got a good gander at us.  Mwahaha!

   "Everybody, come wait in the car for Sara.  Sara, you say goodbye to
your little friend and let's go," I heard my mother say as she quickly
moved away from the window.

   Of course, Billy begged for my name and phone number, but I declined
stating that any more sex like that would burn out my nervous system
completely.  Haha!  I didn't have the heart to tell him the real reason is
I have learned not to get involved with guys who are already in
relationships.  It's bad for my physical health.

   Billy was kind enough to give me the blanket so I didn't have to ride
home stark naked with his cum all over me.  As it was, my little sister
knew something was up.  She was sitting next to me and I saw her keep
sniffing the air and looking around.

   My mother never said a word to me about it, but the very next day she
took down to the Health Department to get birth control pills.

   End of Part Nine



   It's a Party By Bubblegom Chapter Ten

   When we weren't in the swimming pool during the summer months, we were
usually down at the community recreational center.  It was pretty nice. 
Outside it had a lot of trees that we could loll under out of the heat and
some assorted picnic tables.  There were some swings, a sliding board, the
obligatory basketball court, and, surprisingly, a well cared for baseball
field.  Of course, it wasn't regulation; it was a compromise between a
softball field and a regular baseball field, but it suited the needs of the
neighborhood very well.

   Inside the most inviting characteristic was the ice cold air
conditioning.  There was also a large color TV connected to cable, books
and magazines, a computer, old comfortable furniture, cds and a cd player,
and the necessary Foosball table.  Sometimes my friends would go outside
and smoke a blunt, but I didn't usually partake.  I didn't like the
effects; it'd make me paranoid and horny.  There's a helluva combination
for you.  I wanted to have sex, but I couldn't trust anybody!  Haha!

   The rec center director was named Charles.  He was real young, he had
just graduated from college and he was waiting to receive his first
teaching position.  If I were to describe him, it would be easiest to just
call him a tall bronze god (little g).  He stood over six feet, his muscles
had muscles, and he was so good looking he had grown women hanging off him,
whenever I would see him outside of the recreational facility.

   The only problem was he had a sharp tongue in his head and he could be
such a smart ass when he wanted to be.  I mean, we knew it was all in fun,
but it would get old after awhile - you know?  One day he was going on and
on about how we never got any real exercise and how out of shape we all
were.  Finally I couldn't stand it anymore and I jumped up and stood in
front of him.

   "Here," I exclaimed, pushing my body up in his face.  "Does this look
like I'm out of shape?"

   Charles laughed that deep hearty laugh of his.  "Miss Sara," he replied.
Charles always called me Miss Sara.  "I wasn't talking about that kind of
shape.  I bet you all couldn't even play a baseball game to the completion
without having to drop out."

   Well, like I said before - sometimes I let my mouth overload my ass, so
I go, "You're on.  We'll play you all in baseball.  Now what's the bet?"

   Charles laughed again, as my friends were falling out all over the place
behind me saying, "No way!" and "Stop it, Sara!

   If you win, I'll take you all out to eat dinner," the young black man
explained.  "And if we win, you all take my team out to dinner."

   "Alright," I declared.  "It's a deal." My friends were all moaning and
groaning. The rec director responded, "We'll play in one week's time.  You
all can use our equipment in the game and to practice with whenever you
want." I thanked him and the deal was set.

   Well, needless to say my friends were not happy.  I think my best friend
at the time, Kristine, a real cute little brunette, summed it up best when
she said, "Sara, you've really lost your mind this time.  The other team is
all boys.  They're gonna kill us."

   I had to admit her assessment was correct based on our practices.  Some
of the team acted as if they had never seen a baseball, glove, or bat
before.  And they all threw - gasp - like girls!  Haha!  We had two guys
and they were our pitcher and catcher, so at least we didn't have to worry
about that.  After our last practice, the team was clustered around me
demanding that I apologize to Charles and call the game off.

   "No way!" I answered.  "Don't worry, I have some secret weapons in mind.
And all you girls remember to wear your most revealing mid-riff and the
shortest shorts you own."

   The day of the game finally arrived and when the team arrived I noticed
they had complied with my directions.  They all looked very hot!  And when
they ran, their mid-riffs would fly up revealing their bras.  I knew it
wouldn't do any good to try to convince any of them not to wear their bras,
but at least some of them had chosen really sexy looking ones and nobody
was wearing those icky looking sport bras.  Man, some of their shorts
looked painted on they were so tight and I'm not sure if they were all
wearing knickers or not, because I just don't see where some of them had
any room under their shorts.

   The team received it's first surprise when it arrived and discovered
Catherine was going to play with us.  That's right, Catherine - Mr.  Boyd's
girlfriend.  It turned out she was a gym teacher too and when I explained
it to her, she decided she wanted a piece of the action too.  Since it was
summer and she had declined to teach summer school, she had a job as a
sales clerk at a posh downtown department store in the women's section. 
The statuesque brunette had arrived directly from work on her lunch hour
and had to return to work right after the game, so she was wearing that
same short dress she had been wearing the last time I saw her.  She looked
awesome.  Mwahaha!  When ever she bent down, her dress was so low cut, you
could see all the way down to her beautiful nipples!  And she wasn't
wearing a bra.  I quickly recognized that she had obeyed my suggestions. 
Of course I was dressed in my bikini.  There was no rule against that, even
though when Charles saw it he attempted to claim it was against the rules.
I think he had already began to get a glimmer of my plan.  This was going
to be a cake walk!

   The game started and we even had an umpire.  One of Charles' staff had
volunteered and I really think she didn't appreciate his sense of humor too
much, because it seemed as if most of the close calls went our way.  We
flipped a coin to see who got to be home team and I swear the ump flipped
it between her fingers after catching it.  But whatever, we won the toss
and picked home team, so we would have last at bats.  Charles tried to act
as if I had made some hideous mistake in his rather feeble attempt to
convince me to change our decision.  I stuck out my tongue out at him and
declared, "I know a little more about the game then you think, Chas." I
knew he hates being called Chas.

   Our pitcher's name was Bobby Foster and he was a strapping six feet,
three and he pitched for his high school team.  His catcher was his brother
Jackie, who also played on the varsity at their school.  Needless to say,
Bobby struck out the side in the first inning.  We came in to bat.  Charles
was pitching for their side and he was pretty good.  I did mention he was
athletic, didn't I?

   Our first two batters, of course, struck out, but they looked damn hot
doing it with their little shirts blowing up above their bras, when they
took a swing.  I could tell from the look on the boys' faces on the other
team that we were already getting to them.  Mwahaha!  The third batter up
was Catherine and I suppose Charles thought if he was nice to her maybe she
would go out with him later or something.  Of course he didn't realize she
was a physical education teacher - not in that getup she was wearing.  So
he threw her a soft pitch and she swung and whistled it right by his left
ear and into center field.  You should have seen the expression on his
face! I laughed out loud and he glared over at me.

   Catherine took a lead off first base and at the earliest opportunity
Charles threw over there; supposing I guess to catch her unaware for the
third out, so his little ego could be assuaged.  Now Catherine had been in
the correct baserunner's stance perfectly balanced with her feet spread
apart and her knees bent, which had caused her already short dress to ride
up way high on her thighs.  I couldn't see well from our dugout on the
first base side, but I wouldn't be surprised if her thong was completely
visible.  I do know that she was bent at the waist in the appropriate
manner, while resting her hands on her knees and I could see the
firstbaseman was very engrossed in looking down her dress at her breasts
that were now completely visible down to her nipples. Unfortunately for
him, Charles didn't notice the firstbaseman wasn't paying any attention
until he threw over there and of course the throw went down the first
baseline and into the rightfield corner.  By the time the dust had settled,
Catherine had scored.  Mwahaha!  Charles was so mad he walked our pitcher
and catcher intentionally and then struck out the next girl in three
straight swinging strikes.  So we were ahead one to nothing.

   Charles led off the top of the next inning, batting in the cleanup spot
naturally and hit a mammoth homerun over the leftfield fence on the first
pitch.  It was nothing bad against our pitcher; Charles was a grown man and
Bobby was only a fifteen year old boy.  Even though another couple of guys
got on base, we got out of the inning by only letting in the one run, when
Kristine was kindhearted enough to strip down to her bra and knickers at
her position at shortstop with two on base and two out and when a three
ball and two strike pitch was rocketing toward the plate.  Naturally the
batter completely froze, as he was staring at her and the third strike cut
down the middle of the plate for strike three.  Charles attempted to
protest, but the ump wasn't buying a bit of it.  Haha!

   When we got to the dugout, Kristine was blushing a bright red, but she
admitted to me that she found it exciting and decided to not put her outfit
back on, but to play in her underwear for the rest of the game.  I slapped
high five with her.  Mwahaha!

   As luck would have it, Kristine was our leadoff batter, and, as she is
fairly short to begin with, I had instructed her to bend over as much as
possible to shorten the strike zone.  I laughed out loud when I saw her. 
She looked as if she was suffering from severe cramps she was so bent over.
Charles, of course, was screaming about it and the ump said, "Play ball!"
Needless to say, Kristine walked on four straight pitches.  A major league
pitcher couldn't have hit that strike zone.

   Once she reached first base, the small dark-haired beauty was able to
get a sizeable lead, because the first baseman kept staring at her in her
skimpy bra and knickers.  At first, Charles attempted to get his
firstbaseman's attention, but finally he gave up in frustration.  He was so
mad I thought I saw steam coming out of his ears.  When he peered into the
catcher to signal him what pitch he was going to throw, because Charles
didn't take pitching advice from anybody, I was coaching first base and
waved Kristine to take off running down to second.  By the time Charles had
realized it, she had almost reached second base, but he threw there anyway.
Unfortunately for him, the shortstop who should have been covering the
base, was staring at Kristine as she jogged into the base with her breasts
bouncing in her flimsy bra and the throw went wildly into center field and
Kristine made third.

   Unfortunately our next two batters struck out, as Charles really bore
down and was throwing smoke.  I'm ashamed to admit that one of them was me.
After I made the second out, I took over coaching third base, because I had
an idea.  Since our next batter was a girl, Charles was taking his time and
not throwing near as hard, because he realized now he might need to
conserve some of his energy.

   I stepped up to Kristine, as she was standing on third base and
whispered my plan to her.  She responded by violently shaking her head no.
Charles threw strike one.  I attempted to convince her by pleading with
her. She still shook her head in the negative.  Charles threw strike two.
As he went into his windup, I finally convinced Kristine and she pulled off
her bra and knickers and handed them to me and took off running nakedly
down the thirdbase line in a wild attempt to steal home.  Charles pitched
the ball and the batter swung and missed - strike three!

   But wait - the catcher had stood up and was abjectly staring, as the
beautifully nude teenage girl ran right at him and the third strike floated
harmlessly by him to the backstop.  By the time their catcher had retrieved
the ball and thrown to firstbase, the batter was safe there and Kristine
had scored.  As per our arrangement, I quickly ran to our dugout and handed
the flushed, sweating, out of breath Kristine her underwear and she
immediately donned them.

   "That was awesome, dog!" I shouted at her.  She just laughed insanely at
me.  I think for the moment the experience of publicly stripping herself
naked in the middle of a baseball game had snapped her mind a little, but
she soon came around.  Good thing, because the next batter struck out and
we needed her back at shortstop.  So after two innings, we were ahead two
to one.

   We got three quick outs, as our pitcher bore down and then we came in to
hit in the bottom of the third.  Catherine was our first batter and Charles
wasn't messing around with her this time.  He tossed up there two quick
strikes and then began to nibble at the plate, hoping to entice her into
swinging at a bad pitch.  But Catherine was too experienced for that.  She
had soon worked the count to two strikes and three balls.

   "Time out!" I called out to the ump, who granted it and then I ran out
and conferred with Catherine a few steps from home plate.  The beautiful
young brunette woman turned around and allowed me to pull the zipper down
on her dress and then she stepped out of it revealing her beautifully
shaped abundant breasts and her thong.  I retreated with her outfit to the
dugout.

   The umpire called "Resume play," and Catherine stepped into the batter's
box, being careful to not bend over for fear of getting her beautiful
breasts hanging in the strike zone.  I could see Charles' erection from our
dugout and I knew it was a lost cause for him.  Sure enough, the next pitch
was nowhere near the plate and Catherine walked down to first base, where I
gave her the dress back. While the beautiful physical education teacher
slipped her dress back on, Charles again intentionally walked our pitcher
and then induced our catcher to hit into a double play and then struck out
the next batter.  They came in to bat for the top of the fourth.

   Charles led off with another huge home run, this time over the right
field fence and the score was suddenly tied again, this time - two to two.
Bobby got the next three batters and we came in to hit in the bottom of the
fourth.  I thought I saw some tightness on Charles' usually relaxed
features and realized he was beginning to worry about winning the game, now
that he had glimpsed my strategy.

   Kristine led off first and what a fighter she'd turned out to be.  I had
no idea about this before the game.  She'd always come across to me as
rather bland, but I liked to hang around her, because she had been so easy
to boss around.  Haha!  Well, she got two strikes on her and she then
called me out of the firstbase coaching box.  When I got to her, she just
whipped off her bra and knickers and handed them to me without a word.  She
jumped back in the batter's box stark naked.  I could see my behavior was
beginning to rub off on my friends.

   Of course you know what happened; when the third strike came the catcher
was busy watching Kristine and she was able to make it to firstbase, before
he could get the ball there.  A pretty big crowd had gathered from the
neighborhood, because it's pretty boring in the afternoons in the summer
and they were yelling all kinds of shit at Kristine, but she just acted as
if she didn't hear them.  I offered her the underwear, but she declined
saying she would stay naked, while she was on the bases.

   The beautifully naked Kristine didn't have any trouble stealing second
and third, while the eighth place batter and I struck out.  I was
particularly pissed off about it, because Kristine represented the go ahead
run and she was only seventy feet away.  So there was two out, when Nicole
got in the batter's box.  After swinging and missing the first ball thrown,
she stepped out and called time.  She called Kristine down from thirdbase
and they stood talking.  I'll tell ya, if that didn't look incongruous - a
team of teenage boys on the field all decked out in different uniforms,
Charles pitching and Kristine, the baserunner standing there totally nude.
It was a hoot!

   Just before Nicole resumed play she reached down and pushed her shorts
down to the ground and stepped out of them!  The crowd exploded, because
the good looking blonde wasn't wearing any knickers and she was a natural
blonde too.  I don't know because I'm not a guy, but I've always heard that
men find a half dressed woman more erotic than one completely nude - but
you know men, go figure.  The half naked blonde got back in the batters box
and her pussy was right on the same level as the catcher's eyes, since he
was crouching.  I bet you can figure out what he was looking at.

   As soon as Charles started to move out of the set position, Kristine
took off running from third base.  Nicole, in the batter's box, never moved
until the last possible second, so even though the catcher was holding the
ball, he was completely oblivious to anything except for Nicole's snatch.
Mwahaha!  Nicole suddenly stepped out of the batter's box and Kristine slid
into home safe.  God!  Think about that - sliding into home stark naked! 
But she was ok, and didn't have any strawberries from it.  You know I think
if those women, who played professional baseball would have played naked,
they'd still be pulling in the crowds!  Haha!

   That put us ahead three to two.  The score remained that way until the
top of the ninth.  I know, you're saying to yourself - oh, come on, how
could you still be ahead?  There was two reasons.  The first reason was
Bobby finally got smart and started intentionally walking Charles instead
of challenging him.  The second reason was most of the team, except for
Bobby and Jackie (damn it) had stripped down to some degree.  Catherine at
first base was only wearing a thong.  Nicole at secondbase was still naked
from the waist down.  Kristine, at shortstop, had remained stark naked. 
Our thirdbaseman, Carrie was only wearing her knickers.  In fact, there
wasn't a girl on our side, who hadn't removed some part of their outfits
except for me.  Ain't that a trip?!  Mwahaha.  Anyway you know boys in
their early teens can't concentrate on baseball if there's naked women
around; at least these couldn't.  They were like little kids in a candy
store.

   Well, of course the shit came down just like it always does in these
stories.  It was the top of the ninth and we were ahead by one run.  We got
two quick outs, but then the bases became loaded through two hits and a
hotly contested base on balls.  Charles came confidently striding up to the
plate and I could see Bobby was tiring quickly.  I had to do something
drastic right now!

   I called time out and then ran in from the outfield and sent Nicole out
to right field, where I had been positioned.  As Charles stepped into the
batter's box, waving his bat menacingly at our pitcher, I moved up from the
position as second baseman to standing right behind the mound.  As the
pitcher wound up and threw towards the plate, I quickly whipped off my
bikini and stood beside Bobby stark naked.  Charles immediately backed up
and pointed out at me and called out, "Sara, now you quit that!" The pitch
split the plate and the umpire cried, "Strike!" Hehe, Charles had forgot to
call time out.

   Charles glared at the umpire angrily, who gazed back stoically at him.
It was certainly within the rules of the game to call the pitch a strike,
whether or not Charles considered himself ready.  The young black man
pointed his bat at me one more time in warning and then resumed his
position in the batter's box.  When Bobby received the ball back from his
brother, he happened to glance to his right and discovered me standing
there totally nude.  Apparently he was the only person within miles, who
hadn't known about it.  Mwahaha!  When his mouth dropped agape and he stood
staring at me, I nudged him and directed, "Hey!  You can look at me anytime
you want.  Now bear down and get him and I'll let you get some whenever you
want." Hehe!  The young pitcher took a big gulp and returned his attention
to the batter.  I wasn't kidding with him either.  I rather fancied him. 
He was good looking and reputed to have a prick as long as his pitching
arm.

   The three runners danced off their respective bases.  Our pitcher peered
in to get his sign from the catcher, but everyone realized it was all for
show.  Bobby was going to throw nothing, but high heat.  When you're in
this kind of situation, you either win or go down with your best pitch. 
When Bobby started his full windup, because it was very doubtful that the
other team was going to attempt to steal home in such a situation with two
outs in the ninth, I began to finger my pussy lips.  Then as the thrown
ball was rapidly approaching the plate, I used both hands and pulled my
labia wide open.

   "Strike!" the ump called out, as Bobby's pitch split the plate.

   Charles was really mad now.  He shouted out at me.  "Sara, knock it off
right now or I'll have you banned from the rec center."

   Charles dug in at the plate and then motioned to Bobby to bring it. 
This time when the young pitcher flung the ball, I jammed three fingers up
my twat and began to work them in and out.  Naturally enough, not being
dead, Charles was watching me and not the pitch as it floated across for a
called strike three! Bedlam broke out all over the field.  The crowd went
wild in applause and screaming its approval.  Charles' team didn't act
disappointed in the least, but rather they raced on the field to
congratulate us and also to stay and gawk at the nude and near nude young
women, while the bolder ones stayed to chat and ask for dates.

   As soon as I saw the umpire's arm go up calling the third strike, I took
off running into center field and then hopped the low fence loping towards
the rec center, because I knew Charles was gonna start out after me.  As I
ran along, I managed to turn my head and sure enough there was Charles
about a hundred feet behind me.  He was screaming obscenities at me and
still waving that big bat.  Now I know you would expect that a young
athletic black man in the prime of his life could catch a fourteen year
girl.  Well, that would ordinarily be true, but in this case I had fear on
my side and it can be a big motivator, besides producing much needed
adrenaline.

   I managed to pound into the rec center before him and ran right to his
office.  I ran in, but I didn't have enough time to get the door locked
before Charles came crashing through the door.  I was relieved to see he
had lost the bat somewhere.

   "Sara!" Charles shouted, "Aha, I've caught you."

   I could see he was just a teensy weensy wound up, so I stepped past him
and closed and locked the door.  As he turned toward me with a perplexed
look on his chocolate features, I reached out and slipped my left hand down
into those little gym shorts he was wearing.  I immediately grabbed a hold
of something that felt as large as small child's arm making a fist.  Geez!
This guy was huge.

   Charles protested, "Sara, now stop that this instant!"

   He did seem sincere in his request, unlike a lot of men I had truck with
previously, but in this case like always I paid no attention.  I pulled his
gym shorts down along with his jock strap.  He wasn't wearing any
underwear. Good God!  His prick looked to be over eight-inches.  I thought
I had died and gone to heaven.  Mwahaha!

   "Sara," the young man.  "I can't do this.  I would hurt you."

   I stood up on my tiptoes in answer rubbing my already distended labia
against the tip of his huge penis while I began to kiss him, tentatively at
first and then more when he appeared to return the favor more passionately.
He suddenly gathered me up in his huge arms and embraced me so fiercely if
I hadn't known better I would have thought he was trying to crush the life
right out of me.  As it was, I almost fainted from the intensity of the
entire situation.  God, it was so romantic.  He began to passionately kiss
me all over my body, almost hyperactively, and I wanted to tell him to slow
down, but I found I was unable to speak I was so swept away.

   As Charles had moved down and was kissing me gently and lovingly all
around my twat, I gripped his behind with both of my hands and pulling him
towards me, I rammed four of my fingers up his asshole and began to move
them in and out.

   "Sara!" he cried out, in extreme pleasure.

   I was practically creaming myself and I think he was going to cum any
minute and I wanted to feel him inside of me.  I took him by the hand and
led him to the couch in his office and laid down on it with my knees bent
and my labia laying wide open in invitation of his big cock.

   Man, I was so hot he had barely pushed the tip of that monster into me
and I was cumming!  But it was alright, I was going off the entire time he
was riding me.

   "Oh God damn!" Charles was shouting, I guess because I seemed so tight
to him compared to a grown woman.

   Good grief, I thought.  Good thing I locked the door.

   As the young man continued to plunge into me, I lifted my legs up and
wrapped them around his waist and joined them at the ankles, pulling him
even closer to me and also tightening my pussy even more around his prick.
That did it!  Charles began to shoot his load of hot cum into me.  It felt
as though it had been delivered by a high pressure fire hose.  When he
finally stopped he just collapsed on top of me and we lay intertwined like
that for a quarter of an hour completely exhausted between the exertion of
the game and the ecstasy of our love making.

   Charles finally disengaged his prick from my pussy and I'll tell ya - it
still looked plenty big to me.  I could tell he was suddenly less than
thrilled to have a stark naked fourteen year old white girl in his locked
office, but he just seemed unable to concentrate at the moment for some
reason.  Mwahaha!

   The young black man suddenly pulled his shorts on and went to the door
and called his assistant, who had been the umpire for the game, into his
office.  She was a quite attractive young woman with curly short brown
hair, stood about five feet, five and had a really nice figure.  Her face
displayed no surprise when she saw me sitting naked on his couch, because
I'm sure she had figured out that I was in there after watching Charles
chase after me when the game was over.

   But her pretty features did take on a look of alarm at the next thing
she heard from Charles, when he declared, "Rachelle, Take off your blouse
and jeans."

   Man, I could tell she was pissed.  "What?!" she sputtered, "In your
dreams, buddy!"

   Charles angrily spoke, "This whole shit with this girl sitting in here
stark naked is your fault.  If you would have thrown her out of the game
when you should have, none of this would have happened.  Now she needs to
go home and I need to not get lynched.  We live in Florida, you know."

   Rachelle argued, "I can't go out there around those kids for the rest of
my shift in my bra and knickers and I absolutely refuse!"

   Charles looked in my direction and flashed me a glance, while he said to
Rachelle, "I guess you're right.  We'll think of something else."

   I nodded at Charles that I had understood his unspoken signal.  As
Rachelle turned to leave the office, he leaped forward and held her by the
arms with his iron grip.  I began to quickly strip her down.

   "Stop!" she screamed.

   I just laughed and stripped off her underwear too.  Mwahaha!  She didn't
want to be in her bra and knickers - see how she liked that!  God, she was
really beautiful beneath those clothes and when I saw Charles' eyes widen
at the sight of her, I knew he would be busy for the next hour or so.  I
dressed quickly and told Charles, as he was bent around the beautiful nude
young woman that we would expect our dinner on the next evening.  He waved
at me in agreement, when I skipped out of his office.  Mwahaha!

   The End of Part Ten



   It's a Party By Bubblegom Chapter Eleven

   I'll say this for him, Charles turned out to be a real stand-up guy.  He
took us all out to eat at a really nice place.  Of course, it could have
been due to that boff I gave him.  I bet he was relieved, when we all
showed up dressed - particularly me.  Haha!  I guess you've been able to
figure out that between the community swimming pool and the community
recreational center we didn't get out of the neighborhood much.  That was
true, but at least a couple of times a summer, sometimes maybe more - we
would go to the beach.  Where I live, we have a beautiful beach.

   Since it was almost time for school to start, we were able to convince
our parents that we should be allowed to take the bus down to the beach one
day during the week.  It was way less crowded than on the weekends.  A
whole of bunch of us went, but when we got there I mostly hung with my best
buds at the time, Kristine and Nicole.

   Now first when we got there early in the morning before it became too
hot, we'd just roam around the beach, just to see what we could discover
and what kind of trouble we could cause - hehe.  I always wore my same
bikini - ya know, the scanty one that barely covered me?  And I was
continuing to grow, so that thing was just exposing more of my body.  I was
actually surprised my mother hadn't noticed it and made me get a new one,
but ever since the Fourth of July and her seeing me riding Billy like a
bucking bronco in the back of his car, she'd seemed anxious and distracted
whenever we were alone together.

   You know how these really pretentious young women like to obtain a full
body tan by untying their bikini tops and bottoms and laying on their
stomachs with the entire back of their bodies nakedly on public display? 
Well, whenever we would see this and, if there wasn't a boyfriend in the
immediate area, Kristine would drop something really cold on their backs,
such as coca cola or ice cream from a cone.  Naturally enough, they would
scream and forget about their precarious situation and would rise up from
their position on the towel or blanket they were laying on.

   At this point Nicole and I would grab their bikinis and whatever they
had been resting on and then we would run like hell down the beach laughing
our asses off, while the young women would be left standing there confused
and totally embarrassed at their sudden stark nakedness on a public beach!
By the end of the day, we would have quite a collection of bikinis and
towels stashed.  Mwahaha!

   In fact, sometimes we would even have a group of young men following us
around enjoying the show and even pointing out to us potential victims. 
Haha!  One guy one time had a camera.  Now that's what I call enterprising.
We've been able to extort money from them before by threatening to stop
harassing the young women.

   If we were completely broke, which it seemed we were most of the time we
would proposition some guy with a camera, if he wanted to take pictures of
us naked.  Mwahaha!  You know, it's funny, but usually the young guys
weren't interested; I suppose because they can get the same look at girls
they know for free.  But it would be the older guys, who would go for this
immediately; particularly those horny middle-aged guys with the fat ugly
wives.

   We'd go somewhere down the beach away from everybody and we would all
strip off stark naked - me, Kristine, and Nicole - so these clowns could
snap our pictures.  Hehe.  You see, I had totally corrupted my friends by
now.  This all came to a head at a slumber party, but that's another story.

   We'd tell them to be quick about it, because there was one life guard,
who really had a hard on for me and I don't mean the good kind.  This guy
really wanted to bust me.  I don't know why.  I had never messed with him
over anything.  Kristine said it was because he fancied me, but then he
would feel guilty about it because I was only fourteen, so he would take it
out on me.  I don't know about that, but I know I thought he was a hunk. 
He was going to be a freshman in college in the fall and he had the typical
swimmer's good body - you know what I mean?  I mean these guys never have
an ounce of fat of them and they all are strong, but have real supple
bodies.  You know that means - hehe.  That's right!  They're a real good
lay.  And by God, he was always wearing this real little red speedo.  I
swear it was cut so low that it just barely covered Mr.  Johnson.

   So one time we had this old guy snapping away at us with his little
instamatic, while we were starkers and he suddenly asked me, "How much for
a roll in the hay?"

   Now you could tell he used to be good looking with real dark hair and he
was only in his forties, but he had one of those pot bellies.  I don't know
why men let themselves go like that, maybe they can't help it.

   I answered him pretty snottily because he irritated me.  "I ain't no
baby hooker, mister.  But I'll tell you what, you give me a hundred dollars
and you can beat off to us."

   "Sara!" Nicole exclaimed, aghast and scandalized.  I could be wrong, but
I don't think she had ever seen a man's penis before.

   Actually I had been kidding.  I just wanted to give this asshole a hard
time for thinking, that if we would let him take our pictures when we were
naked, it meant we were nothing better than street whores.  Don't get them
wrong.  I'm not judging them, I'm just not like that.  I'm a slut, not a
whore.  Mwahaha!  I just happen to dig sex too much.

   So I was completely flabbergasted when he answered, "It's a deal." He
reached behind him and pulled his wallet out of his bathing trunks.  Man,
this guy was prepared.  He was carrying his wallet!  Haha!  He counted out
a hundred and handed me five twenties and then dropped his bathing trunks
to the beach and began to manipulate his wang with his right hand.  It was
pretty big too.  Too bad this asshole was just plain fat.

   He was stroking himself pretty good, while looking directly at the three
of us.  I glanced over to discover how Kristine and Nicole were holding up
and Kristine appeared as if she might break into tears, but she was
watching the guy intently.  On the other hand, Nicole was staring at the
beach.  I nudged her gently and whispered, "This guy is paying big bucks
for us to watch him, so pick your head up.  Nicole did as I instructed and
man, she was blushing something awful, although I never did think it was
from embarrassment.  I looked down at her pussy and she was starting to get
wet down there just watching this perv.

   Suddenly he started groaning and his prick splattered cum all over the
place.  Now you know, this was nothing new to me, but Kristine started
moaning.  I thought she was to vomit for a minute, but she pulled through
it ok.  Since he had finished and was now just standing there with his
wilting prick in his hand, we hurriedly got dressed before someone came up
and saw us.  And we hurried off without saying a word to the guy.  I think
he was standing there waiting to be told he had done a nice job.  What an
idiot!  Mwahaha!

   Well, since we had this newfound money, I decided we should use it to
get this lifeguard off our backs, so to speak.  I think I really just
wanted a little revenge on him for his causing me to have to look over my
shoulder so much.  Plus I really wanted to fuck him!  So we went across the
street from the beach to one of those little tourist trap shops and bought
one of those cameras that prints the picture out immediately after taking
it.

   I spoke to Kristine and Nicole about their roles in my little scheme to
discredit Harley.  Yes, that was his name, I'm sorry.  It was Harley.  I
don't know why, maybe his father was an old biker or something.  The first
thing you have to realize is that, at times, there is a severe undertow
that crosses the gulf about fifty yards out.  That's one of the reasons the
life guards are always encouraging people to remain closer to shore.  The
other reason is even though it is a cushy job, they are lazier than shit
and they hate to have to exert energy if they don't have to.

   Down at the waterline, I stripped off my bikini and handed it to Nicole
for safe keeping.  Then I waded out into the gulf water.  The tide was
already coming in for the day and the waves had some significant force to
them.  They kept knocking me down, but I persevered and made it out about
one hundred and fifty yards.  Kristine told me later I looked like a small
ball bobbing up and down on the waves.

   The rest was up to Kristine and Nicole.  As you've probably figured out
by now, they went racing up to Harley screaming and crying about the
undertow was pulling me out into the gulf.  Once they had his initial
attention, which is not easy with this guy, they pointed out to where I
was. Nicole described it to me later and said Harley let loose with a
string of obscenities, but then jumped down from his life guard chair and
ran down to the gulf and dove in.  That was certainly the difference
between him and me.  I had to wade out there.  He dove off the beach where
the water was very shallow and then swam out to me in no time.

   When he drew closer to me, I began to submerge myself for a few seconds
at a time and then would surface sputtering and spitting out water, as
though as I was drowning.  I'm a mean bitch, ain't I?  Mwahaha!

   Harley called out, "Sara, hold on!  I'll have you in a second." How
little did he realize how prophetic his words had been.

   Swimming close to me, the life guard reached and seized me by my hair,
the way he was trained, so I wouldn't fight him in my panic and pull him
down with me.

   "Ow!" I complained.

   "Sorry, Sara," the handsome young man muttered, while transferring his
hold from my hair to throwing his arm across my chest in preparation of
towing me into shore, once he had realized I wasn't panicking.

   Once he began swimming us toward the shore, Harley suddenly realized I
wasn't wearing my bikini top, as he had his right arm hooked under my bare
breasts.  I could see his face was extremely flushed and he began to focus
his entire attention on now reaching the shore as quickly as possible and
not intermittedly looking back at me as he had been.

   Once we attained shallow water, the life guard immediately let go of me,
as if I were on fire and he was going to be burned.  How right he was! 
Haha!  Harley helped set me on my feet and you should have seen the
emotions running across his handsome features when he observed I was stark
naked.  They appeared to run the gamut from complete apprehension to
complete and unbridled lust, but there was no more embarrassment on his
face, that was for sure.

   "Sara!" the handsome young man naturally exclaimed.  "Cover yourself,"
he complained, while continuing to stare right at my nudity.  I could
already see his prick was growing with leaps and bounds within that tiny
speedo of his.

   "Okay," I readily agreed.  I quickly reached out and grabbed the
waistband of his bathing trunks and pulled them down and off his body
completely.

   Mwahaha!  His large cock sprung out at me.  He was uncircumcised too.  I
love it when they're uncumersiced for some reason.  I guess it makes them
look longer to me.

   "Fine," I said, "I'll wear these," and I giggled at him.

   Harley was attempting to cover up his big prick and take his speedos
back from me and failing miserably in both tasks, as I easily danced away
from him in the shallow surf.

   "Give me those!" he bellowed.  "I could get arrested and lose my job to
boot."

   "Too bad," I laughed at him.  "Catch me if you can," I cried out and
turned and ran in towards the beach.  Luckily it was now late in the
afternoon and most of the beach crowd had already left to do whatever it is
they do in the evenings.

   As I've mentioned before, I'm pretty quick, but Harley was faster and we
were in his element.  He was right on my ass, so to speak when we pounded
up on the beach.  I saw Kristine and Nicole waiting over to the left,
trying to blend in and not appear conspicuous, until it was time for their
role in this sexcapade.

   The life guard reached out, grabbing me by my shoulder and whirled me
around to face him, which is actually what I wanted at that point.  My
labia was wet and distended and I was ready to fuck and his erection was
huge, but just to be on the safe side, as I flung his trunks off to the
side where Kristine and Nicole were waiting, I lowered to my knees and
slobbered on his nob some.  There is nothing worse than a dry hump, but to
tell you the truth I wasn't interested in any foreplay with this guy.  I
was ready to get it on!  Mwahaha!

   I looked up at him and I could see he was no longer in any kind of mood
to protest, once he began to experience my velvet lips wrapped around his
cock.  His head was thrown back in ecstasy.  I lay back on the beach with
my legs drawn up at the knees and my pussy wide open and beckoned to him.

   "Come on, Harley," I entreated him.  "Come to mama." Pretty sick, huh?
Haha!

   The young life guard moaned and fell to his knees in front of me
appearing completely identical as a supplicant kneeling on Sunday morning.
I clasped his erection and guided it directly into my sweet honey pot. 
Harley might have been slow to catch on, once upon a time, that he wanted
to fuck me, but once he had his prick inside of my sweet twat, he began to
ride me with all his worth.

   God!  It felt so good; part of it was probably from fucking on a public
beach, but the fact is the guy was good.  He was banging me so hard you
could hear us hitting when he thrusted in - thwap - thwap -thwap.  I could
tell he was going to blow any second and I wasn't ready yet.  I directed
him to place my legs up on his shoulders, which he was more than happy to
comply with.  Hehe.  Harley was now on his knees poking every millimeter of
his prick straight into my cunt hole, looking straight down at us enjoying
the show.  He had his own little porno flick going.

   I could feel him starting to orgasm as his entire body twitched and then
spasmed and he exclaimed, "Oh Christ Sara!" As I had my legs wrapped around
the back of his neck, he seemed to be able to reach places in me no one had
ever done.  God, I started to go and the cum cascaded from me like blood in
a Quentin Tarantino movie.  Just before Harley let loose with his load of
hot sperm, his head was thrown back in complete sexual abandon and Kristine
ran up with the camera and snapped off four quick pictures of us fucking on
the beach and then she wisely fled the scene.  Harley then shot his load of
cum and collapsed right on top of me.

   "Sara," the big stud murmured, "What was that?"

   "Haha!" I laughed.  "That was Kristine with a camera.  She got some nice
shots of you fucking me.  Wanna see how that came out?"

   Man, you can bet he rose off me quickly, his half hardened penis waving
around at me.  I bet if I had started sucking on it again, he would have
gotten another erection immediately.

   "Sara!" Harley exclaimed, sounding completely panicked.  "What are you
going to do with those?!"

   "Don't worry," I explained.  "We're not going to publish them or sell
them or anything.  They're insurance."

   "Insurance against what?" the young man asked, completely perplexed.
"Against you fucking around with me or any of my friends.  You got it,
Harley?" He silently nodded his head in the affirmative.

   "Because I show those pictures to my father, and you're going away for a
long time, and you'll have a child abuse charge on your record for the rest
of your life," I carefully explained to him.

   In fact those pictures would rear their ugly head later, but that's
another story.  Standing up, I sauntered over to Kristine and Nicole.  I
pulled on my bikini after Kristine handed it to me and my parting shot to
poor Harley, who was still kneeling on the sand was, "So you got fucked
twice today, Harley!  Mwahaha!"

   The End of Part Eleven



   It's a Party By Bubblegom Chapter Twelve

   Well, the next week was the most hideous week of the entire year - when
we went back to school.  The only thing that was exciting about it at all
was I was now a freshman in high school, so I had all that new stuff when
you're first getting used to everything.  That made it a little more
bearable than usual.  Another good thing was I was going to the same school
as Kristine and Nicole.  We were able to eat lunch together and we were
together in some classes. Kristine and I had physical education together
the last period of the day, so after classes we lolled around in the hot
showers, because neither one of us were in a hurry.  We both lived so close
to the school, we didn't have to take a bus and no one was coming to pick
us up either.  Kristine had told me that Nicole had left immediately after
the sixth period, because she had to go to the dentist or some such misery.

   So Kristine and I stood under those hot showers for quite a while and
talked and laughed.  I really dug Kristine.  Besides her personality and
being willing to take chances, she had this hot little body.  Man, I really
felt like jumping her bones sometimes, but I didn't want to freak her out,
you know?

   Just as a little experiment, I decided to play with my pussy lips a
little and stick my finger in when we were talking, just to see how she
would react.  I noticed her eyes grew wide, when she observed initially
what I was doing, but she never missed a beat in the conversation and she
was clearly watching me.

   I located my clit and began to manipulate it as hard as I could, while
continuing to talk about my new algebra teacher.  Kristine flushed bright
red, but looked as if she were mesmerized and completely unable to tear her
eyes away from my pussy.  Man, I was really getting off on this.  This was
better than being naked in public.  I'm not even sure if she had ever done
herself up until this point.  Later she wouldn't admit to me one or the
other.

   Suddenly I began to orgasm with the cum feeling as though it was
literally being forced from me causing me to twitch and moan.  Geez, it was
powerful from just coming from my own hand, probably part of it being I was
doing in a public shower in front of a completely shocked appearing
Kristine.

   When I was finished, I glanced at Kristine and noticed she was now
staring at the shower room floor.  She appeared to be slightly shaking.  I
didn't know for sure at that time, but come to find out, she was feeling
pretty horny after watching that.

   "Kristine?" I spoke tentatively.

   The pretty girl raised her head and offered me a small smile.

   "You ok?" I asked.

   She nodded silently in the affirmative.

   "Come over and give me a hug," I invited.

   When she crossed the shower room to me, I thought, Aha!  Gotcha.

   She literally fell into my arms already indicating to me that she was
interested in more than a simple hug.  I sampled the waters by offering her
a full embrace.  Kristine made no protest at all.  God, I was in heaven. 
I'd been lusting after her hot little body almost since the time I had met
her, but I never thought anything would ever happen with it.

   Her bare skin felt so good on mine.  I slid my hands down to her ass and
pulled her even closer to me, and she fully reciprocated.  I thought the
time had arrived for the big plunge, so to speak, and, since we were almost
exactly the same height, it was nothing for me to kiss her tentatively on
the lips; almost a sisterly peck, just to see how she would react.  She
began to kiss me back more passionately, while pulling me even closer to
her.  I could tell she was way turned on too.

   I ran my hands down gently all over her nice firm young body, caressing
her everywhere I could reach easily, while we continued to kiss sticking
our tongues in each other's mouth.  I reached down with my left hand and
located her clit and began to work it.  Kristine let out with a loud moan
and her knees buckled.  I held her up with my other arm, while continuing
to manipulate her clitoris.  I became positive I was correct that she had
little sexual experience, even by her own hand.

   I suddenly decided that if this was her first sexual experience with
another person, I wanted it to be a little more personal than by my finger.
I pulled her down to the shower room floor under the beating warm water and
proceeded to rub my clit on top of her clit until they were both hard. 
Kristine was moaning and writhing underneath me and literally begging me
for sexual release.  I pushed down and located her clitoris with my tongue
and pushed her over the edge completely with it.  The cum literally
cascaded from her labia and Kristine was screaming out my name.  I hoped no
one heard us out in the halls.  It could have proven to be very
embarrassing, if they had come to investigate.  I became so hot watching
her, I began to spontaneously orgasm myself. When we finished our sexual
congress, I lay there beside her for quite a few minutes under that hot
water beating down on us.  I felt so goddamn good.

   Finally we arose and went into the locker room and I toweled Kristine
off lovingly rubbing every crack and crevice of her beautiful body, while
she did the same for me.  Then we helped dress each other, as if we were
small children helping to pull up knickers and put on bras.  God, I was
getting hot again just dressing her.  I think I was half in love with her.
After we dressed, we gathered our belongings and went outside, where we saw
the football team practicing.  Mwahaha!

   End of Part Twelve



   It's a Party By Bubblegom Chapter Thirteen

   I don't know how it is where you live, but in Florida football is right
next to God, country and family and I'm not sure what order it goes in. 
Besides currently having three successful professional franchises in the
Miami Dolphins, Tampa Bay Bucs, and the Jacksonville team, there are also
three highly successful, major college football programs in The University
of Florida, FSU, and the University of Miami.  All of this success, of
course, initially stemmed from the high school ranks, so even football at
that level is taken quite seriously.

   The high school's team had been practicing at least for a month, and
actually sneaking practicing some all summer.  Their first game would be in
a few days.  As we stood near the sidelines watching them, we could see the
players cutting their eyes towards us, whenever they felt they could get
away with it.  Finally one of the coaches noticed we were being a
distraction and chased us away, none too nicely I might add.

   Naturally enough revenge immediately entered my mind and I turned to
Kristine and suggested we investigate the boys locker room, while they were
out at practice.  Kristine indicated she was up for it and away we went to
see what kind of trouble we could cause.  Mwahaha!

   Sneaking in wasn't hard, because the doors weren't locked.  In the first
place, everyone else was supposed to have already left and who would think
anybody would mess around with the football team anyway?  The scary part
was right when we entered, because we weren't certain if there may still be
someone in the locker room, but it was completely empty.  We immediately
attempted to open lockers, some of them had those combination locks on, but
some were unlocked.

   Let's get one thing straight, we weren't in there to rip anybody off. 
We just wanted to see what kind of havoc we might be able to cause.  Haha!
I found some jock straps at one point and began throwing them at Kristine.
She screamed and was running around like a chicken with her head cut off
and I was laughing my ass off.

   When we heard the players beginning to enter the locker room, we became
completely panicked!  I'll admit it.  We flipped out and ended up running
the wrong way and became dead ended in the shower room.  Kristine was
looking all crazy and confused, when she asked, "What are we gonna do,
Sara?!" Kristine always looked to me to get us out of our jams.  It was
only right, because I was the one, who usually got us into them.  I
answered her by quickly stripping off my outfit, until I was standing stark
naked.

   "Here," I said, handing my clothes to my beautiful friend.  "As soon as
the shower room starts to fill up with players, run out and go to the
nearest door to the right and out into the hallway.  Don't try to make it
to the door that leads outside.  There'll still be players coming in and
you would never make it.  Once you hit the hallway, keep running until you
find a janitor and explain to them you got locked in and they'll let you
out.  Then wait out front for me.  For God's sake, don't panic and run
home. I wouldn't relish trying to run home from school stark naked the way
I used to when I was in the sixth grade!"

   Kristine appeared completely aghast, when she replied, "Sara, you're not
going to fuck the whole team, are you?"

   "Oh relax," I giggled.  "Even I'm not that slutty.  Besides I don't even
know these guys.  I just know once they spot me naked, they won't pay any
attention to you."

   Sure enough, as soon as the shower room began to fill up with huge,
nude, sweaty football players, Nicole was able to just waltz out, because
they were all staring at me with their mouths hanging open and some pricks
already becoming hard at the sight of me.  Remember, these are high school
guys.  They can get hard for no reason just walking down the hallway at
school. Can you imagine that some of these guys were trying to hide their
penis from me.  God, I couldn't believe it.  What a bunch of blushing
virgins!  I'll tell you some of these guys were just fat slobs, but those
were the lineman.  The rest of these guys were pretty good looking and then
a boy sauntered in, who I did recognize.  He was the starting quarterback
and he used to live in our neighborhood.  His name was Eric and he was a
blond Adonis, let me tell you.  He was also purported to be a great
quarterback and already in line for a major college scholarship, but I
didn't know about that.  I wasn't much into football then.  I did become
quite a fan later, but that was when I was a cheerleader.  That's a story
for another time.

   He stood about six feet, three and his prick looked to hang down halfway
to his knees.  I thought I had died and gone to heaven again.  I could tell
he fancied me, as he walked right towards me.  The players in the crowded
shower room cleared a path for him, as the Red Sea had for Moses.  After
all he was the starting quarterback and these guys are minor Gods in high
school around here.

   Eric moved in until he was almost touching me with his giant cock that
was already hard.  I was completely ready to do this guy, I want you to
know. "And you are?" he asked me kindly, never once acting as though it was
in any way odd to find a naked girl waiting in the men's shower room.

   God, I could barely speak, I was shaking so much.  This was a very
unusual occurrence for me.  It was usually I who was in compete charge of
the situation.

   I finally managed to eek out, "I'm Sara."

   "And I'm -," he began to say until I interrupted.  "Oh, I know who you
are.  You used to live in my neighborhood."

   After that, Eric began to peer at me closely, until I saw recognition
enter his eyes.  "Oh, you're the girl we used to call Bubblegom," he
declared and then he laughed heartily.  He had a beautiful laugh.

   Why did they used to call me Bubblegom?  Well, that's an embarrassing
story and I might tell it sometime or I might not.  Suddenly he snapped his
fingers and demanded, "Guard the room!"

   Every last player left the shower room and stood in front of it out in
the locker room.  Believe it or not, I was relieved.  I didn't particularly
relish fucking this guy with the whole football team watching and I sure as
hell wasn't pulling no train!  There are limits, you know.

   Eric spoke, "You surely have grown up, Sara."

   "Hey Eric," I explained.  "No offense, but to hell with the small talk.
We're both naked.  You don't have to chat me up, you know.  Let's just
fuck."

   The handsome young quarterback appeared a little shocked, but more
amused than anything.  I don't suppose he was used to anybody as forward as
I am.  He was more familiar with those blushing debutantes, who acted as
though they didn't want it as bad as he did.  They all were already looking
for husbands, even though they were still only in high school.  Isn't that
pathetic?  You can't tell anything about a person, when they're still in
high school.  I'm sure Jack the Ripper probably looked okay, when he was in
school too.

   Eric agreed simply, "Alright," and he pulled me towards him, until he
was completely embracing me.  God, he was so much taller than me his prick
was poking me somewhere between my belly button and my breasts.

   "Let's get it on," I whispered to him.  "The coaches could force their
way in here anytime."

   The young man nodded and lowered his knees, as if he were doing a deep
knee bend.  I thought to myself it certainly was a strange time to exercise
until I realized he was inserting his huge erection straight into my cunt
hole.  Oh God!  Talk about fucking good!  Then he reached behind my legs
and picked me completely up off the floor, until my pussy was waist high on
him.  I quickly caught on and wrapped my legs around his waist and crossed
them at my ankles to keep me firmly entrenched on his cock.

   Eric was so strong he walked me and him over to the wall and, using that
for balance, he began to thrust into me hard, over and over and over.

   "Oh Goddamn!" I screamed.  It was lucky none of the coaches heard me,
but I couldn't help myself.  This guy might have the best I'd ever had and
I'd had grown men too.  He just kept thrusting over and over quicker and
quicker.  I thought I was going out of my mind, until suddenly the cum was
literally ripped right out of me.

   "Shit!" I screamed, as it rolled out and then Eric let loose his load of
cum right into me.  I could tell by the expression on his face he was lost
somewhere for a moment.  He had completely left reality.

   When the young quarterback had completed his pass of cum to me, so to
speak, he set me gently on to the shower room because, at the moment
considering everything, he probably didn't have the strength to hold me any
longer.  We embraced for another moment or two and then I gently reminded
him we probably needed to get me out of there, before I was discovered by
some of the teaching staff.

   He softly called out, "Hey, Tiny.  Bring me a jersey." There always has
to be some big guy on every high school football team named Tiny.  That's a
cosmic law.

   The aforementioned Tiny acted with some alacrity and carried into the
shower a brand new football jersey.  It fittingly enough had the number 10
on the back.  Tiny didn't waste the opportunity to look me over closely and
I guess he liked what he saw also, because his prick became hard as a rock
immediately.

   Eric took the jersey from him, thanked him, and sent him on his way back
into the locker room.  Turning to me, he instructed me to hold my arms up
and then slipped the jersey down over me.  It was so large it hung down to
my knees and, at the risk of seeming immodest, I have to admit I looked
adorable in it.  The handsome young quarterback gave me one more passionate
lingering kiss and then took me by the hand and granted me safe passageway
from the locker room to outside the school.  I walked around the corner of
the school in a complete daze, until I saw Kristine smiling and waving her
right arm at me.  I could tell she was very relieved to see me from the
huge smile on her pretty features.  I didn't even bother putting on my
outfit, but just carried it with me as I walked home beside Kristine.  The
jersey was way longer than my skirt had been anyway.  Naturally enough,
Kristine demanded to know what had occurred after she had made her great
escape and, as I was recounting it to her, I realized something amazing - I
was in love!  Mwahaha!

   A/N The Eric in this story is a tribute to the fine writer, Eric123550,
for the complimentary early reviews he gave me, which gave me motivation to
continue writing this story.  Please check his fics out as soon as possible
and thanks again, Eric.

   End of Part Thirteen



   It's a Party By Bubblegom Chapter Fourteen

   Well, that was quite an inaugural day of high school, wouldn't you say?
Haha!  You'll hear some more later about me and Eric.  The next day after
school, we (Kristine, Nicole, and me) all went down to the mall to
windowshop.  Actually they went down to windowshop, I went down to
shoplift. There, I admitted it.  Take me away, officer.  It's not an
excuse, but my parents gave me little money to buy clothes with and they
said I was too young to work.  That left me in the familiar position of
being between a rock and a hard place, when it came to acquiring new
outfits.  What did I need new clothes for, you might ask.  Why, people
became tired of watching me strip off the same old clothes all the time. 
Mwahaha!

   I had this little gig we worked that Kristine and Nicole helped with. 
We would browse in one of those hip clothing stores in the mall and I would
act real suspicious by taking lots of outfits in the dressing room with me,
making certain I attracted all the sales personnel attention with my
antics. Then when I would come out, I would leave half of them in the
dressing room.  Naturally enough this caused the staff to think that I had
put the outfits on under my clothes.  Meanwhile Kristine or Nicole would go
in the dressing room and do just that, while the employees of the store
were questioning me.  What happened on the day in question was an example
of the typical riff that I would run on them.

   As I was sashaying from the shop, the head of the sales department
stepped forward and blocked me from leaving.  "Excuse me," she said.  "I
think you need to return the items you took."

   Appearing to act highly indignant, I demanded in a loud voice,
attracting attention from people all over the store, "What the hell are you
talking about?  I didn't take anything." This was necessary in order to
distract everyone in the store from watching Kristine or Nicole or both of
them.

   "You most certainly did," she insisted in a most supercilious tone.

   "Prove it," I demanded.  "Or step aside," I added, while attempting to
step past her.

   "Do I have to call security?" the young woman haughtily asked.  Yeah,
you know these places - you have to have a young woman in charge or the
kids will think the clothes are old fashioned.  In fact, to tell you the
truth I sorta dug her looks.  She was quite thin, but I think you have to
be to model some of the new fashions like she had to, but her breasts
appeared quite large beneath her pink knit jersey.  I could also tell she
wasn't wearing a bra, because I could see where her nipples were protruding
hard through the soft fabric of her top.  She had beautifully long red hair
and, as I already have indicated, a flat stomach and a very narrow waist.
Her facial features were quite attractive in an unusual way with very high
cheek bones, very carefully formed thinned eyebrows and beautiful full
luscious lips.

   "What'd want me to do anyway?  Strip?" I retorted, having a difficult
time with not laughing in the young woman's pretty face.

   "No, certainly not," she replied, looking at me now quizzically.  "Just
go back in the dressing room and take the clothes off you have beneath
yours."

   "I will not!" I responded emphatically.  "Then you'll think me guilty
and I'm not!"

   Every eye in the store was now on me and some of these were interested
guys, who had been dragged along mall shopping by their girlfriends.  Man,
I was starting to get off on this.  Mwahaha!

   Before the attractive young woman, whose name was Betty, which the name
tag on her blouse proclaimed, could respond further, I pulled my sweater up
and over my head revealing my bare breasts!  Betty flushed red and began to
understand she might have more happening here than she had bargained for.
Haha!

   Before she could do anything to stop me, I dropped my short skirt to the
floor and very carefully stepped out of it stark naked, except for my
shoes. "Oh my God!" Betty cried out.  "What are you doing?"

   "There," I declared.  "Does it look like I'm hiding anything underneath
my outfit?"

   "No, no, I was mistaken," admitted the young beauty.  "Please put your
clothes back on." Betty was practically crying by this point.  A crowd of
interested customers had gathered around me, while Kristine and Nicole
carried out half the store.

   "I will not!" I said adamantly.  "Not until you apologize to me for
accusing me falsely of stealing."

   "I'm sorry, I'm very sorry, now please put your clothes back on," the
saleswoman pleaded.

   "You know," I mused outloud thoughtfully, "I imagine I have quite a
lawsuit here.  Young woman forced to strip herself naked in mall to prove
she wasn't shoplifting.  What do you think?" I asked her rhetorically.

   "Please," Betty was now reduced to begging.  "I'll do whatever you want.
Please don't cost me my job."

   That was music to my young ears.  As I spoke to the young saleswoman, I
couldn't help, but notice that the few young men present in the store now
had prominent bulges beneath their pants and their girlfriends were glaring
angrily at them and then at me.

   "Good," I approved.  "Than come with me into the back of the store," I
directed.  As I led the now quivering young woman to the stock room in back
of the store, I debated my next plan.  Usually I just leaned on them for
some free outfits, but this struck me differently.  I rather fancied this
young girl and I, at the very least, wanted to see her naked.

   We stepped into the back of the store and drew the curtain shut.  I
could tell that every salesperson left in the store was standing just
outside the curtain listening to every word we spoke, because I could
observe their feet under the curtain.  That was great because that meant
that Kristine and Nicole were free to empty out the store, so the longer I
kept Betty back here, the more we could steal.  I'm so bad.  Haha!

   I didn't know what kind of background Betty had, but I know she was
having a difficult time looking at my nude body, but instead kept glancing
down at the floor.  To get the ball rolling, I suggested, "How about you
give me five free outfits of my choosing and we'll call it all even."

   That caught her attention.  "Five!" she exclaimed loudly, quickly
raising her head to stare at me.  "That's a lot of money," Betty
complained.

   "A lot less than a lawsuit for mental cruelty and emotional suffering,"
I retorted, "Plus this way, you'll be allowed to keep your job."

   I'll say this for her, sometimes they argue with me vehemently but
ultimately futilely, because they have to eventually give in, but Betty
grasped the fact that she had been thoroughly bamboozled and agreed to my
demands immediately.

   "There's just one more thing," I added in a tone that would appear to
indicate that it was just an afterthought.

   "What's that?" the young attractive woman asked wearily, probably
assuming I wanted some shoes or some sort of item.  I relished in my mind
what I was going to say next and what her reaction would probably be.

   "I want to you to strip off," I explained.

   "What?!" Betty cried out, while turning beet red.  I'm not sure what her
problem was.  We were both girls.

   "You heard me," I riposted.  "Take all your clothes off!" I heard some
of the other salesgirls giggling outside the curtain.  That got me off even
more, knowing they were listening and possibly peeking through where the
curtain joined.

   Betty threw her hands up in front of herself instinctively, as if that
was going to protect her against my demands.

   "Now!" I insisted, "or I consult my attorney.  I want to see if those
tits are real or not." I just threw that part in to be crude and really
worry her.

   The good-looking young woman unfastened her skirt and lowered it to her
feet, where she stepped out of it and then lay it on some unopened boxes.
She then grasped the bottom of her pink pullover and lifted it off her body
completely.  Aha!  I thought.  I had been right, she wasn't encumbered with
a bra and her breasts were huge with gloriously large nipples.  I could
barely contain myself right then.

   Betty stood clad in her pink thong and shoes.  I could tell she had no
inclination to strip further and wouldn't unless I prodded her.

   "Everything!" I commanded.  "Shoes too."

   The young woman flushed crimson and I began to wonder if maybe she had
at least some bi-tendencies to be acting this way in front of another
female.  Betty slowly pulled her thong off reluctantly and then shucked her
shoes.  I could definitely observe some serious movement being done to that
curtain.  It's a wonder they hadn't pulled it down in their frenzy to look.

   Betty was beautiful just as I assumed she would be and she stood
attempting to shield her bountiful breasts and juicy pussy with her hands,
and I quickly reached out and knocked them away saying, "Stop that!  Place
your hands down by your side."

   I stepped slowly around her, as she stood nakedly at attention.  She had
a really superior ass too and she had this beautiful red pubic hair.  As I
stepped back in front of her, I noticed her labia was somewhat distended
and there was some moisture present just by standing naked in front of me.
I was right!  This girl was getting off too.  I noticed she was still
slightly quivering, although I now believed it was in anticipated lust,
rather than nervousness or shock.

   I took her by the hand and cooed in my most sincere voice, "Betty, my
name is Sara and I'm happy to meet you.  You need to relax, because I won't
hurt you or make you do anything you're uncomfortable with.  That wasn't
exactly true, but there was no sense worrying her unnecessarily at that
point.  To prove my point to the young woman, I took her hand I was holding
and gently placed it on my left breast and just let it sit there.

   As soon as she began to feel comfortable enough to gently rub my nipple,
I pulled her to me in a tight embrace.  Her bare body felt so good on mine!
This was so hot making love to this young woman in the back of the store
with her subordinates watching us.  I probably could have creamed right
then, if I thought about it real hard.

   "You are so beautiful," I murmured to Betty.  I felt her return my
compliment by rubbing her hands softly all over my body.  She put her hands
everywhere, straight down my back and around the curve of my ass.  The
pretty young woman suddenly moved her hands around my pussy and then began
to manipulate my clit.  Oh, I was squirming then.  I was used to being the
seducer, rather than the seduced and the attractive redhead was definitely
seducing me.

   "Oh Betty!" I exclaimed, while squirming with intense pleasure the more
she worked my clit.  God!  My knees buckled, and Betty caught my weight. 
She definitely knew what she was doing.  Suddenly the good looking redhead
dropped to her knees in front of me and finished her erotic task with her
tongue.  She hardened it somehow and stuck it straight up my pussy and
began to thrust with it.

   "Goddamn!" I cried out, as the cum cascaded from me into Betty's willing
mouth.  If I hadn't already been in love with Eric, I think I was have
fallen right then for that young woman.  As it was, I think I fell 'in
lust' with her.

   Betty stood up and offered me a brief hug.  She smiled and suggested,
"Wait right here and I'll go get your clothes."

   She then returned to the public part of the store stark naked herself to
retrieve my clothes.  I loved that!  I had a convert.  I heard loud cries
of shock, when the young woman walked nakedly through her place of
employment.  She was soon back with my outfit and wouldn't let me do
anything, as she lovingly dressed me.  We kissed one more long passionate
kiss and then made plans to meet again.  I then sashayed through the
curtain and out through the store with every eye on me, until I rejoined my
friends in the main part of the mall.  Mwahaha!

   A/N Gentle readers, don't despair.  There will be more of Eric and me
next chapter.

   End of Part Fourteen



   It's a Party By Bubblegom Chapter Fifteen

   The next day after school, I was totally bummed.  Both Kristine and
Nicole had to go do something with their mothers directly after school, so
not only did I have nothing to do after school, but I didn't even have
anybody to walk home with.  I hadn't met anybody else yet at my new school,
except for Eric and, of course, he was at football practice.  Naturally,
later on as the years went by, I made lots of new friends and met
practically everybody in the school, when I ran for school president, but
that's a story for a much later time.

   Anyway, I was walking home kicking shit.  You know when you're just
barely moving down the sidewalk and you're just so bored you're staring at
the ground and kicking at small stones and tin cans?  Well, that's kicking
shit.  Suddenly I was aware that a car was pulling up beside me out of
traffic.  Fully expecting to look up and see some perv getting ready to
make his pitch at me, I thought to myself, Oh crap, now what?

   "Hey Sara, what'cha doing?" a familiar voice called out, before I had a
chance to glance up.  It was my friend, Bobby!  You remember - Bobby our
pitcher from the baseball game?

   I gazed into his handsome smiling face, surprisingly seated behind the
wheel of a new red sporty appearing automobile.  "Bobby!" I squealed. 
"What are you doing driving?  You're only fifteen and where did you get
that car?"

   Bobby grinned some more, now resembling a Cheshire cat.  "I turned
sixteen on Monday," he explained, "and this is my birthday present from my
parents."

   "Gawd!  You're lucky," I exclaimed.  "I bet when I turn sixteen, my
parents will buy me a toy car."

   Bobby threw his head back and laughed.  He had a nice laugh, not forced
or shrill.  "Come on," the young man invited.  "Hop in, I'll drive you
home."

   "Okay," I agreed, while quickly climbing in.  I don't want to appear
immodest, but I looked cute as hell that day.  I was wearing a short white
midriff blouse and a blue pleated skirt that fell halfway up my thighs as I
sat.  I saw him enjoying the sight of me from the corner of his eye.

   "Where to?" he asked.  "Home?"

   "Oh, not really," I answered.  "I'm in no real hurry to go home."

   "Well, okay," Bobby replied, sounding doubtful.  "But I have some things
I have to go do in a little while, so let's just go get a coke somewhere
and then I'll have to drop you off home."

   I nodded, but thought to myself there wasn't a chance in hell I was
going along with that plan.  He pulled up to one of those places, where you
can still place your order outside, while you sat in your car, with a girl
who will come out on roller skates or you can go inside to eat.  I don't
want to plug any businesses, so let's just call it 'Charf and Barf.' I was
thinking maybe I should get a job there, when I was old enough.  Man, it'd
be a kick to come skating out stark naked to a car full of guys.  Mwahaha!
I bet that they wouldn't be calling inside to complain.

   Bobby was pulling the car into the parking lot and was distracted by his
need to watch out for traffic.  In Florida with all the old people, driving
in parking lots is more dangerous than driving on the highways.  They're
liable to do anything!  I quickly pulled off my blouse and skirt and sat
nude beside him.  As he parked the car, he turned to look at me.  Now,
Bobby has known me for years and nothing I do usually wouldn't surprise
him, but I think I did surprise him a little later on this day.

   "Hehe," he responded, when he observed me sitting beside him naked.  I
suppose he thought he was calling my bluff or was that buff, when he got
out of the red auto and asked, "Coming, Sara?"

   I thought, Not yet, but I will be soon, but I answered, "Sure," and I
also got out of the vehicle.  As I was walking toward the eating
establishment, Bobby exclaimed, sounding completely nonplussed, "Sara!  You
can't go in there like that.  You'll get arrested."

   "Sure, I can," I contradicted.  "Now, come on," I insisted, while
wrapping my arm through one of his and practically dragging him into the
restaurant.  As it was, luck was on my side.  There were very few customers
inside and most of them were young women, and they just seemed mildly
amused by my antics.  They probably assumed I was pledging to some sorority
or something and had to go naked somewhere in public in order to be allowed
to join.  You were always hearing about stuff like that.  Usually it was in
conjunction with some young woman having a nervous breakdown over something
obscene she has been required to do to gain admittance to the society.  In
fact, I did join a soritory at one point, but that's another story also.

   Naturally all of the waitresses were female and, since this was the very
end of their shift, they appeared completely worn out and probably wouldn't
have cared if every customer in the place was nude.  The after school
manager was on duty and he was just a pimply faced teen, who had probably
never seen a naked girl before, outside of a magazine, so he didn't appear
as if he were going to complain, unless someone made him.

   I pulled Bobby over to a table and then I sat down.  I could have chosen
a booth, but that would have hidden too many of my physical charms. 
Mwahaha!  "Go get us a coke," I directed, as he was just standing there
with his mouth hanging open gazing at me sitting totally naked in a fast
food enterprise in the middle of a weekday afternoon.  The handsome young
man turned and stumbled up to the counter, returning within a few minutes
with two large cokes with accompanying straws.  The cokes were in those way
large glasses that had 'Charf and Barf' labels on the side.

   After he sat down and passed my drink to me, he just sat and gazed at me
from across his side of the small table.  Bobby finally spoke, "Sara, I
have known you for years, but I never will get the depth of you."

   I just laughed, but I knew what he meant.  He was telling me I was still
a constant amazement to him.  "Well, I try," I finally answered.  Bobby
flashed me that warm smile that always melts me to a puddle.  After we
finished our drinks, Bobby paid the check at the front register, while I
waited standing behind him.  I gazed at everyone square in the eye and they
would just look back at me, as though I was completely dressed.  People are
weird that way.  If you act like nothing is wrong with being naked, they're
loath to tell you; unless it's little kids, they'll always tell you.  I
guess that's the real meaning of that hackneyed old story, 'The Emperor's
New Clothes.'

   As luck would have on our way out, a young tall black man was coming
through the door.  "Bobby, my man," he slightly slurred in that southern
drawl, while doing that incredibly sexy slow hand slap.  Then he looked at
me and his eyes grew very wide.

   "And what or who do we have here, and what have you two been doing?" he
laughed.

   "I'm Sara," I spoke up, since I noticed that reality had entered the
picture again for Bobby and he appeared frozen for the moment.  I held out
my right hand and the young man shook it.

   "I'm Darrell," he responded, "I'll be giving you a call one of these
days." He did too, but that's another story.

   "Who was that?" I insisted, as we finally made our way back to Bobby's
car. "Oh, he's one of the starters on the basketball team at our school."

   Oh, cool!  I thought.  Football, basketball, and I've got the baseball
player right here!

   After the handsome young man had started the car, he turned to me and
suggested, "Sara, you better get dressed.  I'm taking you home now." As he
pulled into traffic, I sat and very obviously pouted.  I couldn't believe
it.  I strip myself naked in public and he's taking me home!

   After he merged the car we were riding in with oncoming traffic, I
leaned over and pulled the zipper on his blue jeans all the way down.  As
Bobby wasn't wearing any underwear, his large prick just popped out at me.
He had been in a steady state of erection the entire time I had been naked.
God!  I don't know how he stood it.

   "Sara!" Bobby protested.  "What are you doing?!"

   "Just drive," I answered him in a surly tone.  That was such a stupid
question, I didn't think it deserved a rejoinder.  I lovingly lowered my
mouth over his hardened cock and began to slowly suckle it, reaching every
inch all the way down the stem to the base.  I even suckled part of his
balls after I had gotten all of his prick into my mouth.  I could hear him
moaning over the din of the traffic.  Geez!  I hoped he didn't wreck us.

   Oh God!  It was so awesome.  Riding down the highway at sixty miles an
hour and I was stark naked in the middle of the afternoon in a little red
convertible sucking on Bobby's cock resting on my knees with my butt up and
the back of my cunt waving in the breeze.  I was getting as hot as he was
as I felt my labia open completely.  I reached underneath with my free hand
and began playing with myself.  It felt so sweet.  Cars were driving by and
honking at us.  I didn't care.  It was all in the moment and I only cared
about Bobby's cock and my pussy.  We could die right after climaxing - I
didn't care right then.

   I could suddenly feel my cum building from deep inside of me, as I was
working my entire fist up my vagina until suddenly my orgasm was ripped out
of me in waves.  Oh sweet Bobby, I thought, as I couldn't speak.  My mouth
was full of his prick.  Suddenly he began to twitch and I lowered my mouth
further on him and wrapped my lips around his shaft as tight as I could for
him.

   "Oh Sara!" he cried out as he filled my mouth with his sweet spurting
cum from his convulsing cock.  I swallowed it all.  It actually tasted
quite good, but a little salty.  When he had finished, I sat back up in the
passenger seat.  I still had some of his cum dripping of my beautiful lips.
He was speechless for a matter of minutes and then finally spoke, "Ok, you
win, Sara.  I'll drop you off at my house.  There's nobody home.  Go in
through the garage.  I have to do some errands for my mother and then I'll
be back directly."

   I sat and clapped my hands like a small child.  I had won!  I didn't
have to go to my miserable lonely home yet.  Bobby was as good as his word.
As we pulled up in his driveway, he used his automatic door opener to lift
up the garage door and, since he had said no one was home anyway, I just
carried my outfit with me as I quickly darted from his car into the
backdoor of his house through the garage.

   And immediately stepped into his kitchen, where his brother Jackie and
two of his friends were standing!  Mwahaha!

   End of Part Fifteen



   It's a Party By Bubblegom Chapter Sixteen

   Well quite naturally when I observed Jackie standing there in the
kitchen unexpectedly with two of his friends, I was delighted.  For one
thing, I adored Jackie.  He was really just a more firmly built version of
his brother Bobby.  Bobby was sixteen and a junior in high school.  Jackie
was fifteen and a sophomore in high school and I was fourteen and a
freshman.  Obviously, through most of my childhood, I had been closer with
Jackie, than I was with Bobby, because our ages were closer.  Plus I hadn't
been relishing being alone in Bobby's house.  For one thing, it would be
kinda boring and, for another thing, I could later be accused of stealing
from them.  Of course, that wouldn't have stopped me from nosing through
all their possessions.  Haha!

   The two boys with Jackie were his friends Will and Robert.  I knew both
of them slightly, but not at all in the biblical sense and, judging from
the expressions of their faces, they were quite surprised and delighted to
see the 'real' me.  Mwahaha!  Will was tall; he was around six feet, three
and fairly skinny, although he had these wonderfully large hands.  That
really turns me on and he was very handsome.  Robert wasn't as good
looking, but he was a solid six foot and looked to have a large upper body
beneath his clothes.

   Jackie exclaimed delightedly, "Sara!  Where did you come from?" Knowing
my propensity for being comfortable in front of others, despite being
totally nude, he reached out and took my outfit from my arms, where I had
been holding it in front of myself and he placed it on the kitchen counter.

   Noticing suddenly that I was still dripping sexual fluid from my vagina,
Jackie's happy expression suddenly fell and he spoke dejectedly, "Oh, I get
it - Bobby."

   Stepping to him, I placed my hand behind his neck and stepped up on my
tip toes and kissed him passionately.  I declared, "Hey, I'm here with you
now and that's all that is important, isn't it?"

   Suddenly breaking into a huge smile, Jackie appeared beautiful to me. 
"Sure, Sara," he agreed.  "You always could make me smile, you know."

   Suddenly I felt four hands touching me everywhere they could reach,
which was considerably apparently!  One hand was poking around my labia
from behind, another was rubbing the nibble on my right breast, while one
was preparing to invade my asshole and the fourth one was tickling my pussy
hair.

   "Wait a minute!" I exclaimed, while whirling around and gently knocking
the hands away.  "I love sex, but I'm not a whore!  I'm not taking the
three of you on at the same time."

   Will and Robert appeared totally desolate, while their friend just
smiled at them - evilly, I thought.  "But there's a solution," I explained.
"I just happen to have two good friends, who I think will be willing to
come over." It was obvious to me that my statement has caused hope to
suffuse the good looking features of Will and Robert.

   I knew I was up to no good, inviting two virgins over to an orgy. 
Mwahaha!  But I thought it was time for Kristine and Nicole to give it up
and start having a good time.  Jackie showed me where one of the phones was
located and I quickly called Kristine and explained to her that there were
two fabulous looking guys at Jackie's, who really wanted to meet them. 
Okay, okay, it was a lie.  But it was only a little white lie, because
unbeknownst to them I really meant meat them.  Haha!  Kristine sounded all
excited, when she asked me for the address and, after consulting with her
mother, she promised that she and Nicole would be right over.

   I went into the bathroom and cleaned myself up, if you know what I mean
and by the time I was finished and exited the bathroom, Jackie excitedly
informed me that my friends were getting out of a car in front of the
house. I ran and took a peek from behind the front curtains in the living
room and, sure enough, I observed Kristine and Nicole getting out of
Kristine's mother's car.  Man, they were both dressed to fuck!  Hehe.  I'd
really never seen either one of them dress like that; at least not to go
out.  Both of them looked hot!  In fact, I didn't know how Kristine managed
to leave her house dressed that way, but apparently her mother had been
distracted with it being almost dinner time.  Kristine had a bunch of
younger brothers and sisters.

   She was actually wearing a rather longish blouse and nothing below the
waist.  Mwahaha!  I think, though, that I would have been the only one, who
would have noticed it immediately, because it was extremely beautiful and
made out of silk and fell to her upper-thigh.  It was just that I had seen
her wear it as a regular blouse.  Nicole appeared just as hot and was
wearing those same little shorts she had poured herself into for the
baseball game.  They were black and so tight you could actually see the
outline of her pussy lips and the crack of her ass.  Her blouse was a
little black mid-riff.  I began to think I might have underestimated my
friends in more ways than one.

   After waving goodbye to Kristine's mother and watching her drive off, my
friends turned and walked quickly up Jackie's front walk.  I swear as
Kristine walked, her blouse would separate for a split second and I was
seeing her pussy hair.  Mwahaha!  I stood nakedly by the front door and
wondered what their reaction would be when I threw open the door and stood
before them stark naked.  Well, as it happened, when I opened the door,
after they knocked, Kristine and Nicole both smiled at me, apparently
delighted to see me and spoke, "Hello, Sara." Then they stepped past me and
directly up to Will and Robert and they all introduced themselves to each
other and left me standing in front of the open doorway like a fool with
egg on my face.

   Suddenly I felt one of Jackie's hands gently curl around my waist
pulling me to him, while he pushed the front door shut.  "You better close
this, Sara," he suggested, "before you give the paperboy a thrill." I
giggled and turned and threw my arms around his neck and just stood
perfectly still and he ran his hands gently up and down my body.  God, it
was so wonderful; it gave me shivers!

   I moaned and pulled his head down towards mine and began to passionately
kiss him again.  As he returned the sexual favor, my left hand snaked down
inside the waist band of his blue jeans and jockey shorts and began to
fondle his penis, which was beginning to spout inches at a time.

   "Oh God, Sara," he groaned.  I was afraid he was going to go off right
then in my hand.  You know how these high school boys are, but it wouldn't
have mattered.  He would have been hard again in about ten seconds.  Hehe.
I continued to push my tongue into his mouth, while he lowered his hands
around my bottom and pulled me even closer to him.  His erection was
continuing to grow and I quickly unbuttoned his blue jeans and pulled them
and his underwear down to the floor.  His prick sprung out full blown and,
I think if I would have been as tall as he it would have shot straight into
my cunt.  As it was, it was sticking in my belly button.  I laughed and
exclaimed, "No, no Jackie!  Wrong place!"

   Jackie laughed his big guffaw, I think mainly just to find a girl, who
offered herself sexually to him without it appearing that it was a serious
gift from God or something.  There's really no reason that sex shouldn't be
fun too.  It doesn't always have to be so God awful serious all the time.
Jackie was kissing all around my breasts and then lower, as he closed in on
my pussy with those full lips of his.  Suddenly he was actually very gently
nibbling at my pussy lips with the edge of his teeth.  Good God!  I never
had anyone do anything like that before.  It was the weirdest combination
of almost being painful and the most exciting feeling.  Then he was pulling
out strands of my blonde pubic hair with his teeth.

   I was rubbing his back and I reached down and ripped his T-shirt off and
threw it over in the corner.  The young man did have a spectacular
appearing upper body .  I was feeling so hot I didn't think I could wait
any longer.  "Jackie!" I wailed.  "Come on, you're just teasing me now."

   He looked up at me from my crotch and grinned that impish grin of his.
"That's the idea," Jackie laughed.  ""Come on," I implored again.

   "Okay," Jackie agreed, finally taking mercy on me.  "Get down on your
hands and knees," he explained.  Figuring he was going to take me one of my
favorite ways - doggystyle - I acquiesced with some alacrity.  I purposely
placed myself, so I could watch what Kristine and Nicole were up to after I
lowered to the living room rug.

   Kristine was paired up with Will, which naturally left Nicole with
Robert.  Not knowing each other, plus Kristine and Nicole being basically
novices, had caused them to move a lot slower than Jackie and I.  Mwahaha!

   There was a full length couch and a short love seat in the living room
of Jackie's home and both were profitably filled at the moment.  Kristine
sat wrapped around Will and both of them were deep throating each other
with their tongues.  I recognized immediately that I had been correct in my
assumption that Kristine wasn't wearing anything beneath her dress, as it
had ridden up to around her waist and I was looking at her wide open labia,
as she was sitting with her legs wide open in a most unlady like position.

   Alright, Kristine!  I thought.  Turning my attention to Nicole and
Robert, I saw Robert pulling Nicole's midriff blouse over her head bearing
her beautiful breasts, having already divested her of her shorts.  I hadn't
actually seen Nicole completely naked before.  She might have had an even
better body than Kristine.  She was definitely a hottie.

   All of the sudden I realized Jackie wasn't interested in doing it
doggystyle, as I felt him inserting his large peter into my butt hole.  And
I don't think he was going surfing.  Hehe.  My rectum was like the last
hole in my body that hadn't had a prick forced into it, except for maybe my
eardrums and my nose!  So I figured it was probably time for that to go
too.

   When Jackie first forced his erection up my ass hole, it hurt like hell,
but I bit my lip to keep from crying out and moved with him as best I could
as he was forcibly slamming himself into my backside again and again over
and over.  Being distracted by Will excitedly tearing away Kristine's
blouse off her body and a stark naked Robert beginning to copulate with
Nicole helped in the beginning and then suddenly it didn't hurt anymore -
but on the contrary, was feeling as good as anything ever had in my entire
life.  God!  I started to cum right away. "Oh, oh, fuck me, Jackie!" I
screamed out.  So much of the time when I make love, I'm in places I really
can't make any noise, so it was nice for one time to be able to make as
much noise as I cared to.  I just adored talking dirty when I made love. 
As I watched Kristine sucking Will's joint as hard as she could and Robert
continuing to fuck Nicole hard, who must have already surrendered her
virginity, because she appeared to be enjoying it, I was climaxing the
entire time.

   Jackie let loose with his rush of hot sperm straight up my bottom hole
and he cried out in ecstasy.  Suddenly the front door opened and, as I
turned my head to see who it was, Bobby walked in followed closely by his
father!

   End of Part Sixteen



   It's a Party By Bubblegom Chapter Seventeen

   When Bobby, closely followed by his father, first entered the house, I
believe that I was the only one cognizant of that fact.  Kristine was
having her mouth filled with the cum from Will's knob, as she had continued
her slobbering of it and Robert was presently shooting his manly essence
into the beautiful Nicole, who was also climaxing.  Jackie was slumped over
my beautiful bottom after shooting his semen straight up my behind.  I was
somewhat intrigued to see what the reaction of Bobby and Jackie's
paterfamilias might be, but I was never really worried.  The best of men
are still at heart nothing but 'dirty dogs,' but I don't hold that against
them - because I'm a bitch in heat.  Mwahaha!

   The first indication to the other occupants of the living room that
something might be slightly amiss in the area of privacy was when Bobby
began to laugh after seeing the tableau of sexual preoccupation that lay
before him.  Naturally the first two people who reacted were the females.
Kristine and Nicole appeared completely panic-stricken and looked as if
they didn't know whether to shit or go blind.  Since I was still on my
hands and knees facing them, I was able to assuage their fears by broadly
winking at them.  They both visibly relaxed after that. I disengaged myself
from Jackie's prick, which had remained crammed up my rectum and stood up.
I swear I heard a pop, as it left my asshole.  I figured Bobby and Jackie
came by their early sexual proclivities naturally, because their father
looked pretty good for an old man.  He had the same rugged good looks,
although they were now slightly blurred by time.  He appeared to have
Bobby's handsomeness and Jackie's large upper body.  He obviously worked
out several times as week, as he looked very hot - at least to me!  After
all, he was only in his early thirties.

   The older man looked my stark naked body up and down, as he stood in
front of me and apparently he liked what he saw, because he smiled widely
as he spoke, "Well, little Bubblegom, it looks as if you're all grown up.
How are you, Sara?" It appeared he remembered me.  Haha!  "I'm doing
great," I declared, "as you can see, Mr.  Foster." I stepped closer,
pushing my totally bare body forward and almost touching his. He laughed
the identical laugh as his sons and responded, "Please call me Chad.  Being
called Mr.  Fuller by one as beautiful as you makes me feel old." Hehe, had
a way with words, didn't he?  "Okay, Chad," I agreed. "Who are all your
friends, Bobby?" his father inquired. Actually, as it turned out, Bobby
only knew Will and Robert, so I had to introduce Kristine and Nicole to
him. Despite their total nudity, my friends' early proper training caused
them to have to gain their feet and approach Chad and shake his hand.  I
almost burst out laughing at the total incongruity of the two stark naked
teenage girls being formally introduced to my friends' father.

   I was still standing close enough to Chad to notice that he was
beginning to experience an erection and I had to see it!  He was wearing a
pair of lime-green slacks with a white sports shirt.  I remember from my
childhood that he was a highly successful architect.  I began to softly rub
the outside of his crotch.  The man looked down at me and smiled.  I was
in! He hadn't pulled away and protested.

   Barely glancing at Kristine and Nicole from the corner of my eye, I
managed to catch their attention and I nodded slightly.  They apparently
understood my unspoken signal, as they immediately moved in on the older
man and began to undress him.  I'll say this for them; for someone who was
almost completely sexually innocent until a short while ago, Kristine and
Nicole were quick studies.  Nicole unbuttoned his sports shirt completely
and then removed it from him revealing his substantial upper body.  I was
right, by God!  He was beautiful.  He must have continued working out for
years since he was Bobby's age.  His arms alone were almost as big as my
waist.  I couldn't wait to get a good look at his prick. While this was
happening, I stood up on my tiptoes and pulled Chad's head down to mine and
began to kiss him slipping my tongue into his mouth as soon as possible. 
Kristine used the opportunity to unbuckle his belt, unbutton his slacks and
then slipped them and his underwear down to the floor and then off his
body. Not being able to wait any longer, I slipped down to my knees and
directly confronted his erection.  It was huge!  It was as big as Charles'
and that's really saying something.  I began to wrap my sensuous lips
around it taking as much of it into my mouth as possible.

   The older man immediately began to moan in sexual ecstasy and move his
hips in time with my mouth.  I reached under his prick and cupped his
balls, rubbing them gently while continuing to lovingly suckle his large
cock all the way down to the base.  Meanwhile I noticed that Bobby had
stripped all his clothes off himself and he and the still nude Jackie had
stepped up beside Nicole.  Bobby was kissing her fervently and rubbing her
nipples, while Jackie had knelt and was currently eating out her pussy
single-mindedly.  Nicole appeared to be in another world somewhere, as her
eyes were completely glazed.

   I removed my mouth from Chad's pulsating prick and, stepping up on my
tiptoes again, I whispered in his ear.  He glanced at Kristine and then
back at me and nodded in the affirmative.  As Kristine had been just
standing there completely overwhelmed watching the sexual action being
performed on Nicole, Chad had no difficulty pulling my beautiful friend to
him.  You see, I had suddenly realized that Kristine was still a virgin
technically, since all she had done was give head to Will.  I thought the
nicest way for Kristine to be introduced to her first real love making with
a male would be with an older man, who would be gentle and thankful rather
than with some bumbling kid.

   I knew I had been correct in this assumption when I saw Chad sweep her
up in his strong arms and just hold her tightly for a matter of minutes,
while whispering something to her.  God, it looked so romantic to me.  I
could visibly see Kristine relax considerably in his arms and then suddenly
she laughed and I realized all would go well for her.

   The older man picked my friend completely up off her feet and then
softly set her on her back on the rug.  He knelt in front of her and gazed
down at her beautiful, nubile young body with gratitude in his eyes. 
Kristine spread her legs wide and held her arms up to encourage him to
begin.  She was very brave, my friend was.  Chad inserted that veritable
hog of a cock of his into Kristine's virginally tight cunt and I could see
from the expression on his face he hadn't experienced anything that felt as
good as that for awhile.  As soon as he began to thrust into the young
virgin, I dropped to my knees beside Kristine.  I wanted some of this
action too! I began to quickly kiss her softly all over her face finally
ending with her lips.  Kristine was bravely meeting the older man's
thrusting by attempting to raise her butt off the living room rug in time
with him.  Suddenly I could tell from the expression present on her
gorgeous features that Chad had penetrated her virginal hymen, but my gutsy
friend made no sound of complaint.  I was so proud of her.  She was a true
sexual warrior.  Mwahaha!

   As I kissed Kristine while slipping my tongue into her mouth, I reached
down and began to play with my clitoris.  As the action between Chad and my
friend intensified, so did mine with myself.  Soon my labia was dripping
and I felt the wave of cum building up in me.  Feeling the presence of
someone close to me, I glanced up and observed Will and Robert standing
there beating off.  As I watched them stroke themselves quicker and
quicker, that was enough to carry me over the edge and my orgasm began to
wash from me.

   God!  The whole thing was so hot!  Nicole was cumming into Jackie's
mouth, while she was stroking Bobby's prick, which started to spray cum on
her.  Kristine cried out as her first climax from a man was wrenched from
her young body and Chad threw his head back in sexual delirium, as he
pumped his hot cum into my best friend, while Will and Robert culminated
their masturbation by shooting their semen all over me and Kristine.

   And then the front door opened and Mrs.  Foster walked in.  We really
should have remembered to lock the door.  Mwahaha!

   End of Part Seventeen



   It's a Party By Bubblegom Chapter Eighteen

   When Mrs.  Foster, Megan I later found out, opened the front door and
entered the living room, all activity froze until the room resembled
something akin to an obscene diorama created by a demented child, who had
read some pornography for his book report.  Her highly attractive facial
features immediately flushed a deep pink.  She had curly blonde hair that
hung in ringlets down to her shoulders.  She stood about five feet, five
and, believe or not, looked to be a perfect 36-24-36, which I later
discovered was true.  You could tell she hadn't left herself fall to wrack
and ruin, that's for sure.  She was the proud owner of a beautiful oval
face which would continue to age well, a large mouth and clear deep blue
eyes and appeared to be in her early thirties.

   Behind the two paper bags of groceries she was carrying in her arms, I
could observe she was wearing a very expensive tailored black dress that
hugged every curve and nuance of her body and black high heels.  Mrs. 
Foster glared at the now rather forlorn nude figures of Will and Robert,
who still had their now wilting peckers in their hands and declared icily,
"I am going to place these bags in the kitchen.  When I return to the
living room, I want to find you two conspicuously absent."

   Even when the beautiful woman was offering admonishments, her voice was
melodious.  She then turned her attention to her family, completely
ignoring me and my friends.  "You three need to be prepared for a family
meeting," the youngish woman replied sternly.

   Their responses seemed oddly cheerful and inappropriate for the highly
charged situation, as Chad answered, "Will do!" and Bobby and Jackie
responded with "Sure, mom." I quickly realized something was seriously
skewed here and I became worried enough to gather my friends around me and
communicate to them to be ready for anything.  I fully expected her to come
out of the kitchen with a large handgun and blast away at us in traditional
Florida style.  Mwahaha!

   The woman carried the bags into the kitchen and Will and Robert dressed
in record time and ran out the front door; something that I wished I could
do also, but couldn't.  I certainly wasn't considering traveling across
town butt naked and I'm positive Kristine wasn't either and my outfit was
in the kitchen with Bobby and Jackie's mother and Kristine's outfit was
laying in tatters on the rug.  Nicole was frantically, bordering on
hysteria, searching the living room for her clothes, when the beautiful
blonde woman reentered the living room.

   Speaking to Nicole, she suggested in a gentle voice, "Please stop
whatever you are doing.  There is no cause for alarm.  I just wanted them
to leave, that is why I spoke as I did.  We are - shall I say - a very
unusual family.  Isn't that right?" the mother and wife asked the three
males in the family.

   "You can say that again," I heard Chad express humorously.

   "My name is Megan," she introduced herself to us.  "I think I remember
you - your name is Sara, isn't it?"

   "Yes m'am," I respectfully answered, figuring I should because I still
didn't have a clue what the fuck was going on.

   "Oh no, Sara, please, I want you to think of me as your friend, not as
your elder.  Please call me Megan," the beautiful blonde entreated.

   "Sure Megan, what's up dog?" I cracked, causing her to widely smile and
laugh a deep throaty laugh.  God!  She looked awesome when she did so. 
Upon her request, I introduced Kristine and Nicole.

   "I'm completely charmed to meet you all," she spoke, sounding quite
sincere. Stepping up to me, Megan asked, "Sara, could you please help me
out here and unhook the top of my dress and pull down the zipper.  It's so
difficult for me to reach it."

   "Sure," I acquiesced with alacrity now completely seeing the lay of the
land, so to speak.  They were a very unusual family, to say the least. 
Mwahaha!

   Megan turned her back to me and I stepped up on my tip toes, as she was
three inches taller than me and did as she directed me to.  I pulled the
zipper down to just above where her butt crack was.  As she just continued
to stand there, I got the rest of the picture and nodded to Kristine and
Nicole who fell in immediately.

   Megan leaned forward and her dress fell off her arms and down to the
floor.  She stood dressed in a black silk half-slip and a black brassiere
that was currently housing some beautiful breasts.  Since I was still
standing behind her, I unhooked the black bra and Megan allowed it also to
fall to the floor.

   Standing back up on my tiptoes I began to kiss the beautiful woman all
around the back of her neck beneath her hair, as I lifted it up with my
hand.  I could tell I was getting to her, because she was squirming around
in front of me.

   Meanwhile Kristine pulled down the half-slip revealing the rest of the
young mother's naked body, as she was currently not wearing any knickers. I
don't know if she took them off in the kitchen or she went all day not
wearing any.  Even though I currently couldn't see her, I realized she must
have been incredibly beautiful, because of Kristine's gasp after taking
down the woman's last piece of apparel.

   Chad crossed the room to where we were standing and pulled Nicole out of
the group.  He gently led her to the sofa, and after she lay down on it, he
climbed abroad her, making sure not to crush her with his weight.  Suddenly
Bobby and Jackie did the same to Kristine, leaving me with Megan.

   The beautiful mother turned around and embraced me fully.  Oh man!  I
was so hot with my bare body pressed against the stark naked stunning body
of a mother of one of my childhood friends.  I wouldn't even know to have a
fantasy this good.

   "You're so beautiful, Sara," Megan whispered to me.  "Would you like to
make love to me?"

   "Oh, yeah," I enthused.

   The older woman slid her hands down to my butt and pulled me even closer
to her, even though I wouldn't have thought that possible.  Then the lovely
blonde gently spread my bottom cheeks as wide as possible and then suddenly
rammed four finger up my ass.  Wow!  That got my attention, let me tell
you. Her four fingers were at least twice as wide as Jackie's prick had
been.  She slid those fingers all the way in up to her hand and then began
to work in and out, in and out over and over.

   "God damn!" I cried out.  It felt that good.  The youngish mother then
lowered her left hand to my pussy and, after locating my clit, she began in
push my love button as quickly and as hard as she could.  Wow!  Wow!  Wow!
This, combined with the bottom action was so overwhelming I wasn't sure if
I was going to be able to remain standing up or even conscious much longer.
Megan lowered her head and began sucking on my nipples as hard as anyone
ever had in my entire life.  I was surprised the next day that I didn't
have a hickey there it was that intense.

   "Oh Megan!" I screamed when on top on her continuing to assault my ass
and my clit with her hands she began to actually bite my nipples but not
hard enough to cause any serious damage to them.  "Ah, ah!" My body began
to twitch and rock on its own.  I had no control over it at all and
suddenly I began to climax as intensely as I ever had with the cum spurting
out of me, while I rocked back and forth on her hands.

   I thought I had completely finished and I was going to tell Megan she
could stop, when suddenly I began to cum again.  "Oh, oh, oh!" I cried as
once more a huge orgasm was wrenched from me.  Of course, I had heard of
multiple orgasms, but I thought it was just a myth.  Suddenly I could no
longer stand as, even though I had finished cumming, the beautiful mother
continued to work her hands in my body and I was now so sensitive that the
entire experience was moving into an area of sensuality I had never
encountered, somewhere in between intense pleasure and intense pain and I
collapsed completely into her waiting arms.

   Megan continued to hug me for a matter of minutes in her strong embrace
and it felt so wonderful, somewhere between a lover and a mother or maybe
as confusing as this sounds both at the same time.  Anyway it was awesome
and I still was having cum leak from my body.  As I was resting my head on
the youngish woman's shoulder, she suddenly cooed, "Would you like to lay
down, love?"

   When I nodded my assent, she took me by the hand and led me by Chad and
Nicole making love and Bobby and Kristine fucking and into her bedroom.  As
soon as we lay down together and intertwined with each other, I began to
feel my strength flowing back into my body.  I began to kiss Megan with
great fervor everywhere on her gorgeous face, while she climbed on top on
me until her clit fit perfectly over mine.  We began to rub against each
other with great intensity and I couldn't believe it when I yet again felt
an orgasm arising from somewhere deep within me.  I wasn't even sure if I
could weather cumming any more right then.

   Suddenly the boy's mother called out to him from astride me, "Hey,
Jackie!  Come here a minute will you?" Yes, I would have to agree with
Megan's statement, when she said they were an unusual family.

   When my friend arrived in the bedroom in a timely fashion, she directed
him to get 'Big Boy' and the teenage boy returned quickly with the longest,
widest dildo I had ever heard of, much less seen.  Continuing to plunge her
clitoris against mine, she reached out her hand and Jackie placed this
awesome looking monster of an artificial cock in it.

   "Thank you, son," she intoned.  "Come here, sweetie and give your mom a
kiss." I watched as Jackie stepped forward and offered a peck on his
mother's cheek.  "See you later love," she called out, as the teenager left
the room.

   Once I got a good look at this 'Big Boy,' I decided there was only one
cunt that thing was going in today and it wasn't mine.f I sat up causing
Megan to slide off me and, at the same time, I captured the giant dildo
from her.

   "Mwahaha!" I cackled, "It's my turn now, Megan." The beautiful woman
looked delighted at my sudden assertiveness and offered me one deep kiss
full on my lips and then rolled over her back laying right beside me with
her legs spread wide.

   I arose to my knees and sat in front of her gazing down at her.  God,
she was beautiful, glorious full breasts with absolutely no sag, and tight
little nipples, flat as a washboard stomach, long finely sculpted legs and
a luscious labia with soft down blonde pubic hair.  This was, by far, the
prettiest woman I had ever fucked.

   I believe the young mother became impatient to get on with it, as she
suddenly thrusted her labia at me to interrupt my perusal of her nakedness.
I instantly crammed that giant artificial prick straight into her distended
labia.  As she was already dripping from all the prior activity, it just
slid all the way in.  Jesus, it must have been ten inches long!  It should
have just about been threatening to come out her butthole.  I began to move
it in and out of her as quickly as I could, while she began to thrash
wildly all over the bed.  I had to move over her in a more balanced
position in order to be able to manipulate the dildo with all my strength,
when suddenly I felt a large cock slide into my labia from behind.

   Turning my head slightly, I saw it was Jackie.  'Alright!' I thought. 
'Let's boogie!' For every thrust I pushed into his mother with 'Big Boy,'
Jackie pushed three into me.  I was becoming just a little worried thinking
that between this mother - son team, they might push me into some sort of
sexual psychosis, but abruptly my orgasm began to spurt out of me, when I
felt Jackie shoot his load of young man cum into me, while his mother
started screaming out my name while cumming and cumming and cumming.

   'Good God almighty, if that wasn't the God damnest most awesome sex I've
ever had,' I thought to myself before falling slumped over Megan while
Jackie lay on top of me.  Hours later I awoke to the darkness and, as soon
as I remembered everything, I began to panic as to what happened to
Kristine and Nicole and what was going to happen when I didn't come home.
Megan, who was lying next to me still delightfully naked felt me stirring
and gently spoke to me, "It's fine, love," she whispered, not wanting to
wake Chad, who was apparently lying nude next to me on the other side, as I
was in the middle.

   And it turned out it was fine.  The young mother and wife was as good as
her word.  She had given Kristine something fine to wear home, had Bobby
drive both of my friends home and called my mother and explained to her
that I didn't feel well and she would be keeping me over night.  I lay
between them all night and it was sweet.  It was a night of feeling
completely secure surrounded by real parent figures that I never had
experienced previously with my own mother and father and fucking one and
then the other and then all three of us together.  Mwahaha!

   End of Part Eighteen



   It's a Party By Bubblegom Chapter Nineteen

   As the time went by in the early fall that year, Eric and I went out
several times.  Each time we would do something different; the first time
we went out we made love, the second time we fucked, and the third time we
screwed our little brains out.  Mwahaha!  I began to learn the intricacies
of football, as we would be laying together somewhere; both of us stone
cold stark naked and Eric would lightly diagram certain game situations
and/or specific plays with a red magic marker.  For instance, if the
offensive team had the football at my navel and was headed downwards, Eric
might diagram a play in which the quarterback would step back two steps,
stop, look around quickly, fake a pass by pumping once, but not following
through, faking a handoff to the back crashing by him and then turning and
following the back into the four hole and hopefully running safely behind
him and scoring a touchdown at my pussy!  More often than not these skull
sessions would be interrupted by something large moving and becoming wedged
in my endzone!

   Quite naturally after a few of these sessions, I decided I wanted to be
a cheerleader and I was bright red from my tits to my cunt from the magic
marker.  Haha!  Just kidding, but not about wanting to be a cheerleader. 
Now, of course I couldn't be a varsity cheerleader, because I was only a
freshman.  Although I was allowed to go out for the junior varsity, Eric
advised me that I should stick with the freshman team, because that way I
would be a shoo-in, since most of the other freshman girls still looked
like little boys compared to me.  Mwahaha!  Had a way with words, didn't
he? When I mentioned it to Kristine and Nicole, they said they wanted to do
it too.  I thought that was way cool, so we went out for cheerleader
tryouts together.

   The freshman football schedule began later, because no one knew who the
frosh team would consist of until school started, when the beginning
students would come out for the tryouts.  The varsity had already won its
first two games by lopsided scores by the time the freshman football team
would be officially formed.

   Now of course you have to understand that up until a certain point I had
nothing to do with this one.  This particular incident was actually caused
by Kristine and Nicole, who thought they were protecting me.  I think it
turned out they were incorrect in their assumptions, but their hearts were
in the right place, at least.  In my case, my everything is in the right
place!  Mwahaha!

   We already had realized we were going to be chosen for the squad just
for the reason that Eric had mentioned and there was another girl, who I
thought was certain to be chosen also.  Kristine and Nicole strongly
disliked her, and said they thought she was a hoity-toity stuck-up bitch,
but I strongly disagreed with that.  I explained to them that I thought she
was just shy and didn't know anybody in the school and acted that way,
because she was attempting to keep others at arms' length to protect
herself.  Maybe she had had some bad experiences while in middle school.

   Her name was Rebecca and I later found out she was a year older than me.
That was another thing she felt badly about.  She thought if people knew
she was a year older, they'd think she had failed because she was stupid,
but that wasn't the case.  It was just when she was young her family had
moved so much she ended up losing a year.  She was very, very pretty with
light brunette hair streaked with blonde highlights, blue eyes, and fair
skin.  She was between five feet, three and five feet, four inches tall and
appeared to have a figure beneath her clothing that promised earthly
delights, if you know what I mean; just the kind of firmness that most boys
love - me too!  Mwahaha.

   Apparently in this particular case, it didn't matter to Kristine and
Nicole what I thought about it, because they just went about their evil
machinations in secret.  My good friends would seem to have a promising
future in wardrobe design for a major movie studio, as they waited one day
for Rebecca to leave, while I was still back in the shower room
masturbating.  That was another thing that put my friends off about the
young girl.  They insisted, since she never showered after practice, that
there was something hideously wrong with her or even - gasp - she was
really a boy!  I attempted to explain again to them that this fit my theory
that she was just shy and non-trusting, but they just didn't want to hear
it.

   To return to the day in question, immediately after Rebecca left to go
home, Kristine and Nicole popped open her locker easy as pie despite it
being secured with a combination lock.  I had shown them how to do that. 
Oh, bad me!  - slaps self.  They substituted her cheer leaders' uniform
with another one they had doctored.  I don't know exactly what they did,
but apparently they had loosened some threads here and loosened some
threads there.  They removed entire sections by taking the threads out and
then refastening them very weakly.  We had matching cotton knickers and a
bra that went with the uniform and they had even 'fixed' those.  Placing
the substituted uniform and underwear into Rebecca's locker, Kristine
fastened the combination lock and no one was the wiser.

   At least I certainly wasn't when I finally came out of the locker room,
and Kristine and Nicole started kidding me about why did it take me so long
to shower.  I did notice on the way home that, at certain times, they would
shoot looks at each other and giggle.  But you know young girls, if you
worried every time they did something like that you'd end up a blithering
idiot.  I mean more than you are now - Mwahaha!

   After school the next day we all went down to the locker room as usual
to dress out for cheerleader tryouts.  When we arrived I noticed that
Rebecca must have rushed from her last class and came straight to the
locker room to undress in privacy.  I casually mentioned that as we were
changing and Kristine shot another pointed glance at Nicole.  At the time,
I really didn't think much about it, but later I remembered it.  We left
the locker room and went outside to the athletic field, where the varsity,
junior varsity, and freshman teams were all practicing at different ends of
the field.  Our cheerleader tryouts happened to be held that day on the
sideline where the varsity was practicing.  I really dug that because every
once in a while I could see Eric and he would wave at me when the coaches
weren't watching.

   The teacher, who was in charge of our tryouts, finally came out. 
Naturally enough she is not a physical ed teacher, because all of them are
involved with coaching various sports.  She was one of those cutesy drama
teachers, who was a cheerleader in high school and she thought she was so
precious.  You know the type, I'm sure.  Her name was Ms.  Lyons but she
insisted we call her Bettina, when we weren't in class with her.  I guess
if I were a guy I wouldn't have minded jumping her bones some because she
was very cute, but she didn't turn me on at all.  I couldn't stand her
personally and she was very small standing about five foot.  That was way
too small as far as I'm concerned.  It'd be like fucking a child.

   Bettina had us do some basic warmup exercises, nothing very strenuous -
just something designed to stretch the muscles out some before starting the
actual drills.  She had us do this in order to help avoid such things as
hamstring pulls, and turned ankles and such.  Then Bettina clapped her
hands in a over exuberant manner calling us to begin our drills.  She
shouted out the first exercise, which involved two of the participants
providing a base for the third participant to climb up, so the actual cheer
involves the third person having one leg on each of the two girls she is
standing between.  I know you've seen something like this before.

   Anyway unluckily for Rebecca, she was the middle participant between
Nicole and Kristine.  I'm positive, although they never would admit it,
that as soon as Rebecca began climbing up on them, not being content with
knowing that her uniform would quickly fall apart from the areas they had
loosened on it, Kristine and Nicole began to 'help' by grabbing at certain
threads while they were helping her up.  By the time Rebecca had achieved
the top height of standing with one leg on each of their shoulders, her
entire uniform including her underwear had just seemed to melt away with
pieces of it tumbling everywhere.

   Rebecca did the worst possible thing she could have done upon
discovering that she was now standing stark naked almost five and half feet
off the ground.  She began to scream calling attention to herself from all
over the field.  And as luck would have the varsity was on a short water
break, so she got all of their undivided attention too.  It used to be in
high school that the coaches thought it was bad to give water breaks, but
since all those athletes have dropped dead down here in this hellish
Florida heat, a player only has to look slightly hot and he can get some
water.

   The guys were whistling and hollering and I'd agree it was with good
cause.  Rebecca was every bit as beautiful beneath her clothing as I'd
thought she'd be; nice high firm breasts with luscious appearing nipples, a
figure that went down to a narrow waist and then flared out nicely at the
hips, fine looking legs, and beautiful pubic hair that was blonde streaked
that matched the hair on her head.  The totally naked girl continued to
scream completely out of control, as Kristine and Nicole were holding her
legs in a manner that prevented her from jumping to the ground.  Before I
could reach their side to convince them to lower her, Bettina became
involved and ordered them in no uncertain terms to allow the now crying
girl to jump down.

   As soon as they acquiesced to the teacher's order, Rebecca raced toward
the girls' dressing room and soon had disappeared into the building. 
Stopping to give my friends a substantial angry stare, I then informed
Bettina that I would go talk to the hysterical student.  Bettina
immediately appeared grateful and thanked me.  I don't know what they teach
these people in college, but it sure isn't anything about how to help a
kid. I hurried after Rebecca into the school. I went straight to the
women's locker room, because I assumed she wouldn't have headed anywhere
else in the school since she wasn't dressed.  Upon entering the locker
room, I initially didn't observe her anywhere, but then I heard her
weeping. I finally located her back in the shower room.  I'm not sure what
led her back there, but I was thinking she probably just instinctively went
as far away from others as she could.  She was slumped on the floor in the
corner of the shower room.

   I didn't want to scare her, so upon entering the room, I spoke,
"Rebecca?" "Go away."

   I treaded my way to where I was standing directly behind her.  I placed
my hand on her bare back.  I felt a distinct shudder run through her and
she attempted to pull away.  "Go away," she repeated.

   "Rebecca," I began, "it's not the end of the world.  It'll be alright."

   "They all saw me naked!" the young girl wailed and began loud weeping
again.  So far I wasn't doing very well with this crisis counseling
bullshit.

   "So what?" I rejoined.  "I've been naked in public hundred of times."

   "Yeah," Rebecca replied bitterly, "I've heard about you, you're crazy."

   Actually I wanted to laugh and agree with her, but I realized that
wouldn't help her.  I attempted a different tack.  "Rebecca, do you like
boys?" I asked.

   The very attractive young woman stopped crying and half turned her head
peering at me with a sudden quizzical expression across her facial
features. "Of course," she replied tentatively.

   "Well, then," I responded, knowing I was beginning to get to her. 
"You'll have plenty of requests for dates this afternoon.  Wait until
Kristine and Nicole see how they actually helped you.  Man, will they be
pissed.  And look at this way - you've now entered legendary status in the
history of our high school.  In three short weeks you've managed to
accomplish something that will be remembered fondly forever."

   Luckily enough for me and I guess for Rebecca in the long run, she had a
good sense of humor and began to see the absurdity in the whole thing from
what had happened to her to my own rather insane blathering and she began
to giggle.  Soon she was laughing uproarishly and I thought it was safe to
join in.  As soon as I thought it was safe, I reached down and helped her
off the shower room floor and just held her in my arms as one would hold a
small child.  I had no sexual thoughts at that particular moment, which was
highly unusual for me. Finally stepping back, Rebecca was able to offer me
a small smile and she murmured thank you.  I of course told her that
anytime I could help I would be glad to.  As I started to turn away,
Rebecca asked, "Are you bi?"

   That question caught me a bit by surprise, but I answered, "Why, yes. 
Are you?"

   "No, I don't think so," the naked beauty replied.  "At least I never
have been, but I wondered if you would like me to kiss you one time as a
way of thanking you for your kindness."

   I certainly knew a come-on line when I hear one, so I stepped forward
and wrapped my arms around her in an embrace holding her close to my body.
She was shaking slightly and I don't think it was because she was cold. 
Rebecca was slightly taller than me and I looked up into her winsome face
and murmured, "You are so beautiful and feel so good.  I could stay like
this for hours." The young girl flushed and didn't say anything, but
neither did she complain or pull away.

   Finally I began to kiss her on the lips, gently at first until I could
tell she was somewhat comfortable with it and then I began to kiss her more
passionately.  As Rebecca began to respond in like kind she slightly opened
her mouth and I pushed my tongue in.  She moaned and put her hands under my
cheerleader sweater and rubbed them all over my back.  I lowered my hand
and cupped her breast.  It was fulsome and firm.  She gasped when I lowered
my head and began to suckle her nipple and then she began to squirm.  I
don't believe anyone had ever done that for her.  When I moved my mouth to
her other nipple, Rebecca reached down and grasped the bottom of my sweater
and pulled it completely over my head and then down my arms and off my
body. Again the good looking young woman gasped; this time when she became
cognizant of my bare breasts.  She hadn't realized that I hadn't been
wearing the standard issued cheerleading bra.

   I lowered my right hand down to her pussy and stuck my middle finger in
and began probing with it.  Again Rebecca began moaning and writhing
against me.  She whispered, "I'm a virgin." I whispered in return, "Well
love, I don't have the physical equipment to remedy that particular
problem," causing her to giggle.  When I moved my hand against her clit
feeling it grow hard, she pushed my short skirt to the floor.

   "My God!" she exclaimed.  "You weren't wearing any knickers either!"

   "I never wear underwear," I explained.  "I like to always be ready for
action."

   As Rebecca was thinking about that, I lowered to my knees and began to
thrust my tongue hard against her clitoris again and again harder and
harder.  She was tearing at my hair with her hands while moaning and
arching her back.  It was getting hard for me to control her and I had to
pull her closer by placing my hands on her beautiful bottom.  I could tell
she was getting very close and I went at her clitoris even harder and was
pulling her pussy right up into my face.

   Suddenly Rebecca cried out, "Oh Sara!  I'm cuuuummming!" And she did. 
All over my face.

   Later, after Kristine and Nicole came in and finally apologized to
Rebecca after I glared at them long enough and she was kind enough to
forgive them, we all left together; another member having been added to our
group.  Mwahaha!

   End of Part Nineteen



   It's a Party By Bubblegom Chapter Twenty

   I was correct about one thing - being stripped stark naked by Kristine
and Nicole during cheerleader tryout certainly led to Rebecca claiming her
fifteen minutes of fame; at least as far as our school was concerned.  Guys
were coming out of the woodwork to ask her out.  Of course, as she herself
pointed out to me, most of them just asked her out, because they thought
she was an easy lay based on the nudity incident in front of the football
team.

   Man, did they get a surprise!  At the end of an evening in which they
had spent considerable money on a dinner and then a movie with
refreshments, all they received from Rebecca was a firm handshake. 
Mwahaha! My beautiful friend said she had nothing against making love in
theory, she just wanted it to be right.

   Part of Rebecca's brush with greatness was an invitation to our high
school sorority, Zeta Phi Gamma.  It was actually quite an honor, because
freshmen weren't usually invited.  It was disguised as a academic society,
but that was just to fool everybody from the school board on down to the
parents.  Of course there were a number of parents, who wondered why the
dues were so high for their daughter to remain in it, but not one of them
ever figured out it was to pay the rent on their off school property
sorority house.  Every student knew about it, but no one ever said a word,
even if they were bitter about not being asked to join.  For one thing,
snitching would have made them an instant pariah.  Another thing was even
if they weren't asked to join, that didn't rule out being invited to
parties there.  And they had some hella parties!

   Now I had always heard some fairly rough things about the hazing to join
this sorority and, when I broached the subject with Rebecca, she admitted
to me that she had also.  The four of us, me and Rebecca plus Kristine and
Nicole started asking around in a rather low key manner, so as to not
attract any attention as to our mission of finding anyone, who may have
been 'rushed' by the sorority and later was judged unfit to join.  We were
hoping that out of these people, somebody would be bitter enough to
cooperate with us.  It took us awhile to locate someone, who was willing to
tell us the truth about this sorority, but we finally did.  Her name was
Sharon and, at the time we talked to her, she asked us to never use her
last name and we gave our word.

   She was now a senior and explained to Rebecca and I that she had been
'rushed' when she was a sophomore, she thinks now because her family had
quite a lot of money.  Sharon stood about five feet, ten inches, had red
hair, green eyes, a face full of freckles, an average build and an
infectious personality.  We met with her one day after school and sat with
her in her red 'Vette in a nearby shopping center parking lot.  I guess she
wasn't lying when she said her family had money.  "I was rejected, because
I adamantly refused to participate in the hazing procedure."

   "Which was?" I prompted.

   "They transported us way out of town, dropped us off in some nearby
woods, told every one of us to strip down to bare skin and then they left
with everyone's clothing."

   "And what happened to you?" Rebecca wondered, "Since you refused to
participate."

   "They dropped me off too, and made me walk five miles back into town,"
Sharon explained.  "But at least I had my clothes."

   "Did anybody ever complain or tell anybody?" I inquired.

   Shaking her head, Sharon answered, "No, and I hear they still do the
same thing for hazing and at the same woods."

   "Hmm," I spoke thoughtfully.  "Now that is interesting."

   "Who are the people in charge of taking them out there?" Rebecca asked.

   The redheaded young woman explained, "It's so sensitive an issue that
they're taken out there by three people, the president, vice-president, and
the treasurer of the sorority."

   Suddenly I saw the big picture.  The president, vice-president, and the
treasurer were all extremely attractive girls.  That certainly came as, no
surprise because as most things in high school if left to the students to
decide, looks will always win out over brains.

   "Sharon," I asked, "Do you have access to a car with more room that you
could use to drive all us out to the woods on the night of the hazing?"

   "Sure," she responded.

   "And can you bring a camera?" I inquired.

   "Sure," Sharon answered perplexed for a moment and then I observed the
light of recognition enter her eyes and she smiled at me.  And I smiled
back.

   We were all in the woods early on the next Friday evening.  The initial
sorority hazing committee had chosen the location well.  It was an area
that promoted privacy and yet was still close enough to town to allow the
unfortunate naked young women to return to their homes.  The woods
themselves were not thick, but, on the contrary, were mostly cleared out of
undergrowth.  I was standing with Sharon, Kristine, and Nicole.  Rebecca,
of course, was with the group desiring to join the sorority.  She had
promised me that she would play along and cooperate fully with them until
the time for our part of the plan arrived.

   The late in the day sunlight was shining through the trees adding a
certain yellow radiance to the situation.  Sharon appeared more than
slightly upset, after I peeled my outfit off displaying the beauty of my
stark naked body.

   "W - What are you doing?" she stammered.

   With Kristine and Nicole grinning broadly at the situation, I joked with
the young woman.  "We're all stripping down and then taking each others'
picture.  That's why you brought the camera."

   "No, I'm not!" Sharon declared.

   Kristine stepped up to her and touched her on the arm.  "Relax," my good
friend advised.  "Sara's just joking with you."

   "Oh," the other young woman replied, still flushing heavily and looking
at my nude figure with askance.  Sharon watched me suspiciously all
evening, until the real action began.  When will I ever learn that you just
can't kid with some of these people?  Never!  Mwahaha!

   The four of us waited quietly hidden, separately scattered at different
points in the woods.  Rebecca had said there were fifteen charges in the
new 'rush' class.  It grew dark and still they didn't arrive.  My nerves
grew tight in anticipation and apprehension, as everyone else's probably
did also.  Although my nerves were the only thing tight on me, as I had
remained totally nude - Mwahaha!

   Suddenly we heard some vehicles pull off the highway a short distant
away and then in a few minutes I observed some streams of light from
flashlights cutting through the foliage.  Sure enough, fifteen young women,
Rebecca included, walked tentatively into the large clearing.  I'm certain
some of them already knew what was going to happen and were anticipating
their upcoming travails in sheer terror, while the rest of them were just
worried as to what could be possibly be expected of them.

   Suddenly the God almighty president of the sorority followed by her two
flunkies stalked into the center.  I knew her slightly.  Her name was
Brittany (makes you dislike her already, doesn't it?  Mwahaha!) Sheldon and
she came from an extremely rich family.  That in itself doesn't necessarily
make her a bad person, even though the riches came from her father being a
slime, I mean, attorney, but there certainly was no excuse for the haughty
way she stalked through life, thinking everyone else beneath her. 
Unfortunately for her, she had inherited some of her physical
characteristics from her father, as she was almost six feet tall and had
these incredibly large hands, although her overall appearance was saved by
her long dark hair that hung down to her ass.  She also looked as though
she weighed in at as much as one hundred and eighty pounds, but again she
was saved by the fact that she appeared to carry the weight evenly
distributed in a simply bodacious figure.  Brittany appeared to have huge
breasts beneath her very expensive 'Lord and Taylor' white blouse.  Her
body then tapered down unbelievably to a twenty-four inch waist before
flaring out to thirty-six inch hips.  Her features were large boned, but
still attractive; all in all a very bizarre appearing person.  Her voice,
on the other hand, was high and squeaky and very annoying, particularly
when she was directing orders with it.

   On the other hand, her two underlings, the vice-president and treasurer
of the sorority were quite beautiful.  The vice-president, Jessica Gail had
short brunette hair, green eyes, a little button nose set above a
particularly wide mouth with full lips casting an overall facial appearance
of smoldering sexuality.  She was about five feet, eight inches tall and
built like a brick shit-house.  She also accentuated her appearance by
pouring herself into the tightest, most abbreviated clothing possible.  In
other words, a person after my own heart.  Mwahaha!  Man, I wanted to fuck
her!

   The secretary of the sorority, Stephanie Stephens, on the other hand was
very tastefully dressed wearing a silk white blouse buttoned to the collar,
and tucked into a slate grey knee high skirt, with a dark blue blazer and
believe it or not - penny loafers.  Mwahaha!  Why not saddle shoes?  She
had medium length very dark hair, which matched her dark eyes that
resembled limpid pools of tar.  Her overall figure appeared willowy, while
her features were pretty in a vapid way.  She stood about five feet, five
inches tall and she gave off an almost painful aura of not being very
strong.  We shall see, I thought to myself.  In fact, she was a bit of a
spoon.

   Squeaky started speaking in a Brittany voice - wait, I'm sorry. 
Brittany started speaking in a squeaky voice, "Ok, listen up!  I'm only
going to say this one time.  You are to immediately strip off all your
clothing, shoes included.  There will be no exceptions.  I will repeat this
one time and one time only.  If you want to be considered for the Zeta Phi
Gamma sorority as a member, you will immediately strip off all your
clothing."

   That started a buzz going amongst the prospective members, let me tell
you.  Several of the young women just started stripping off immediately,
while the rest of them were milling around like cattle just before they
stampeded.  I noticed Rebecca was removing her stylish outfit and she
didn't even have to.  Either she just didn't want to create a scene, before
the rest of my plan began to unfold or she was starting to enjoy stripping
off - I don't know which.  Mwahaha!

   Most of the girls had now denuded themselves and were standing in a
manner, in which they hoped to block people from seeing their private
parts. Some of the young women were crying.  It was pathetic, that evil
bitch Brittany was going to pay and it would be this evening, I vowed to
myself.  Brittany ordered her stooges to start gathering up all of the
stripped off apparel and to begin carrying it to the cars.

   The girls began to mill around even more and some began to protest, when
they observed their clothes being carried away.  "Shut up!" the sorority
president screamed in a high pitched nasty whiny voice.  I'd seen and heard
enough.  I stepped out into the clearing and waved my arm, so the rest of
my hidden group could see me.

   Naturally Brittany noticed me immediately, and as I sauntered up to her,
she declared, "Well, what the hell do we have here?  It's not going to do
you any good to strip off, Sara.  We don't need a chapter slut."

   "I didn't think you did, Brittany," I answered back.  "Not as long as
they have you, that is.  Mwahaha!"

   Brittany became so scarlet with rage so quickly I thought she was going
to stroke out.  On top of everything else, she just wasn't used to anybody
talking to her like that.  "You little smart ass cunt!" she howled, as she
began to run towards me.  Around the clearing, Sharon and Rebecca would
convince the girls of the 'rush' to not interfere and Kristine and Nicole
had control of Jessica and Stephanie, the vice-president and treasurer of
the sorority respectively.

   As Brittany came racing towards me across uneven ground, she didn't
realize she was doing the worst possible thing.  As the much taller girl
lunged at me, I turned my body aside and stuck out my leg.  Naturally
enough, Brittany went sailing over my leg and began to stumble and fall.  I
will say this for her, she made a very gallant effort to remain on her feet
and actually continued to stumble for another twenty feet before crashing
head long into a tree.  Ouch!  Mwahaha!

   The tall young woman had fallen on her side and, as she was momentarily
stunned, I took the opportunity to ran up to her and begin to strip her
down.  Before she became readily cognizant of what was occurring to her I
was able to reduce her to her black bra and knickers.  When I unfastened
her bra, I held it up in front of my face.  God damn!  I had never see
anything like it.  Somebody could move in there to live.  It was a 44 DD!
As Brittany finally grasped what was happening to her, she attempted to sit
up and push me away.  "Get off me you whore!" she complained.

   "Mwahaha!  Not bloody likely," I laughed in her face as I pulled her
last bit of apparel off.  Jesus!  She really was something else entirely.
As I said, she was very tall, but you never would have known her weight to
look at her.  Brittany had one awesome figure.  She had forty inch plus
breasts and apparently she was careful to only wear sensibly constructed
bras all the time, as there was no sag yet to her breasts at all.  From her
huge breasts her body dive-bombed down to her twenty-four inch waist!

   From her waist, her hips flared out to around thirty-six inches giving
her a nice comfortable looking labia surrounded by bushy black pubic hair.
As I previously mentioned, Brittany had long dark beautiful hair that hung
down to her ass.  I was sitting on the taller young woman at about her
waist line and, as she had continued attempting to throw me off her, she
was bouncing all around on the ground.  I was riding her like I would a
bucking bronco.  I reached down and grabbed ahold of one of her substantial
breasts and threw my other hand up in the air, as I've seen them at rodeos
on television.

   "Yahoo!" I cried out, and I didn't mean that lame internet service.

   "OW!" Brittany screamed.  I bet that did hurt the way I was holding her
tit.  "Please let go of me," she entreated, with tears in her eyes and in
the sound of her voice.

   "Then stop trying to throw me off," I advised.  The big raven-haired
girl ceased her behavior immediately.

   "That's better," I replied.

   "What are you going to do to me?" she asked in a trembling voice.  There
was no doubt this was a very different Brittany from the one of a few
moments ago.

   I deigned to answer, but instead I leaned down and began kissing her
hard.  It's a good thing her people were rich, so she had good dental work
done on her or I would have been loosening some teeth.  She was moaning,
but I don't know whether it was in protest or pleasure.  I grabbed that
breast again, but this time gently and I rubbed my hand over her nipple as
it rose in appreciation.  God, her breasts were so big her nipples were
enormous.  I could hardly wait to see the size of her clit.

   As I took my mouth off hers and scooted down to her pussy, she again
entreated, "What are you doing?"

   "I'm raping you, you dumb twat, " I cackled.  Man, once these
pretentious ones crumble a little - then that's it, all pretense is gone
completely.  Even though it was night and there were only flashlights in
existence, there was moonlight shining down on us, which helped quite a
bit. I could easily discover her clitoris, because it was God damn huge!

   I stuck my finger against it and my finger bounced.  "Oh!  Oh!" Brittany
cried out.  Now I had learned that at least she liked that.  I fingered
myself until my own clit grew large and then I situated myself with legs
spread open against the dark-haired woman's pussy.  Brittany just lay there
watching me.  She appeared somewhere between shocked and bemused.

   I began to move quickly against her clitoris.  Oh shit, it did feel
good. "Move," I implored her.  "Move!"

   Once Brittany began to feel the pleasurable affects of my efforts,
(affects she may never have felt previously), she began to double her
endeavors and she soon was reduced to a puddle of spitting, mewling orgasm
as the cum flowed from her onto me.  I continued to push my clit against
her, until I could feel my orgasm beginning to build from deep within me. I
quickly pulled myself to my knees and stuck four fingers into myself to
induce the cum to flow hard and immediately.  Several strokes with my hand
and that's all I needed.  As Brittany continued to writhe in her orgasm my
cum rolled out of me and onto her.  That was the picture that Sharon took
of Brittany, as she rolled in the dirt and the leaves of the forest floor
in the frenzy of her orgasm with mine leaking onto her.

   Leaving the sorority president still writhing in the dirt, I walked over
to where Jessica Gail and Stephanie were standing, and being guarded by
Kristine and Nicole.  I motioned to Kristine for her to stand watch now
over the wasted Brittany and leave Jessica to me.  As I previously
mentioned, Jessica was around my height and wearing one of the tightest and
shortest dresses I had ever seen.  When I stepped up to her, she looked at
my stark naked beautiful body, that was now somewhat covered with leaves
and dirt and cum leaking from my distended labia, with raw lust appearing
on her beautiful face.  This girl was ready to go!  I had always liked
Jessica myself and I always felt she had gotten involved with Brittany
through weakness only, so I was going to allow her to keep her clothing
intact, after we had finished.

   I leaned forward and pulled Jessica's beautiful face toward mine and
began to passionately kiss her.  She returned my kisses in full force,
while rubbing her hands forcefully all over my body.  God, that felt good.
I pulled her so close to me I could feel her private body parts pushing
against mine through the fabric of her dress.  There was always something
nasty to me about being totally nude, while making out with someone
completely dressed.  I can't explain it, but I always got off on it. 
Finally though, I whispered to Jessica to strip down.

   She reached behind her and unfastened her dress and one second later it
was laying in the dirt and she was standing starkers!  "God, you're so
beautiful, " I spoke lowly and believe me it wasn't a prayer.

   As I've already mentioned, Jessica stood about five feet, eight, had
short brunette hair, green eyes, and the most sensuous mouth I have ever
seen, on a man or a woman.  Her breasts were large, but proportional with
the rest of her body and her pussy lay completely open as she had shaved
all her pubic hair.  "Good God, woman!" I cried out.  "I want to fuck you!"

   Jessica blushed and pulled me back and completely enfolded me into her
nakedness.  As I was just that much shorter, her beautiful twat was rubbing
my left nipple and it was as hard as a rock.  This beautiful girl's bare
skin felt so wonderful rubbing on mine I was literally trembling in her
arms.  She leaned down, smiled at me and began kissing me again and again,
almost even beyond passion and into another realm of sexualality.

   Jessica suddenly ceased kissing me and helped me lay down on the forest
floor.  She spread my legs apart so my distended labia lay completely open
in invitation and then rammed her right fist straight into my cunt hole.

   "Oh God damn!" I screamed in pain, as my labia hadn't been prepared to
accept anything that big all at once, but as Jessica continued to thrust
with it over and over, it stopped hurting and began to feel as pleasurable
as anything I had ever experienced.  "Ah!  Ah!  Ah!" I was screaming now in
ecstasy.  Still Jessica pounded away at my twat with her fist until
suddenly my cum began to cascade from me in huge waves.  "Oh Jessica!" I
cried out as she continued to thrust until I was completely finished.

   I finally half sat up and embraced the young woman holding her close to
me.  "You're far fucking out," I whispered to her.  Jessica flashed a
beautiful smile at him and we quickly made plans to meet again very soon.
Mwahaha!

   Regaining my feet, which let me tell you was a chore in itself I
slightly staggered over to where Nicole was watching the secretary of the
sorority, Stephanie Stephens.  As I mentioned earlier, she was wearing a
silk white blouse buttoned to the collar, and tucked into a slate grey knee
high skirt, with a dark blue blazer and penny loafers.

   I had been planning on having sex with her too, but by this point in the
proceedings I had to say no.  Stephanie was so freaked she couldn't even
look at me, but instead was staring at her feet.

   "Stephanie!" I exclaimed.  "Look at me!" The pretty dark-haired girl
reluctantly raised her head.  I could tell she was attempting to just look
at me in the eyes.  What a spoon!  I thought.  She's embarrassed to looked
at a naked girl.

   All of the sudden I just felt too tired to mess with her anymore than
necessary, plus she was so pathetic she wasn't worth much time or effort on
my part.  "Stephanie," I said again.  "Strip off right now!"

   "What?" she exclaimed, turning bright red.

   "Come on, Stephanie," I declared.  "This isn't exactly a new concept. 
You were going to make all those young women over there do the same thing."
As I spoke, I observed the young women candidates for the sorority had all
donned their apparel except for Rebecca, who had remained totally nude for
some reason.  Damn, if she didn't appear more beautiful each day that went
by. Returning my attention to Stephanie, I was provoked to anger, something
which I can usually avoid, when I recognized she had done nothing in terms
of removing any clothing.

   "Stephanie!" I screamed as I threw my two hands onto her silk white
blouse and hooking them into the collar I violently pulled straight down
and ripped her blouse completely off.  Stephanie squealed.  Yes, that's
what I said - she squealed, like a little piggy all the way home.  Before
she could move and do something that would cause me to become even more
angry I pulled off the rest of her clothing and left her standing as naked
as I was.  Then she was really squealing - oink, oink.

   "Shut up!" I snarled at her and threaten to backhand her.  She flinched
and ducked.  I wouldn't have hit her.  I only hit people in self defense,
but she didn't know that and she was acting like such a wimp.  She was
going to help leave all these poor young women out here five miles into
nowhere, but she couldn't begin to take her own medicine.

   It may sound like a simple sorority prank to you, but anything could
have happened to them before they reached their homes.  Sharon came over
and snapped several pictures of Stephanie standing completely nude also. 
Mwahaha!

   It was explained to her and Brittany that if for any reason those girls
were not chosen for the sorority or we heard that the hazing procedure had
started again we would make these pictures public.  Brittany insisted she
understood, while Stephanie appeared to be in a state of shock.  They both
begged for their clothes, and I just laughed at them.  Mwahaha!  At that,
they got a lot more than those girls would have had; they were allowed to
drive their autos home.  I warned them with a smirk to be careful on the
way home to not get pulled over by the cops.  Man, can't you see that scene
in your head?  'Step out of your car, please.' Actually that happened to
me, but that's a story of the future.

   The sorority 'rushes' all went up by the road to wait for Sharon to make
the necessary amount of trips to get everybody home.  Jessica had taken
some with her along with Kristine and Nicole.  I think she just wanted to
get the real skinny about me from my friends.  Rebecca had been kind enough
to wait back with me, while I searched the area to make sure we hadn't left
anything incriminating.  As I've mentioned, she had remained naked.  I
don't think at this point she knew exactly where her clothes were, because
of her outfit having been carried up to the cars earlier in the evening.

   We were holding hands as we walked around the area, when suddenly we
heard a man's voice demanding in a harsh tone, "What the hell are you two
girls doing way out here naked?" And then a tall figure stepped out of the
undergrowth, but he was still protected by the shadows, so I couldn't get a
good look at him.  I don't mind telling you, I was scared shitless! 
There's a lot of serial killing nuts out there.  The adrenaline was racing
wildly through my body, as I whispered to Rebecca, "You run to the right
and I'll go left." Rebecca began to laugh, which I thought was way
inappropriate for the situation, even if she were in shock and then she
announced, "It's Eric."

   And the figure stepped out more into the moonlight and it was Eric.  And
he was stark naked!  Mwahaha!  God, he was beautiful, six feet, three
inches of the most gorgeous sex machine I have ever seen.  I was so happy
so see him and then when I remembered how he had just scared me shitless, I
became extremely angry.

   "What the hell are you doing?!" I angrily demanded, stepping quickly
toward him.  "Scaring us like that?!" Oh God, he threw back his head and
guffawed his awesome laugh, which always gave me goose bumps and watching
the lines of his beautiful neck melted my heart on the spot.

   Throwing myself into his arms and hugging the hell out of him, I
demanded, "And where are your clothes, young man?  What exactly do you
think this is?"

   My lover answered me by picking me completely up and beginning to kiss
me as quickly as he could.  I wrapped my legs around his waist and returned
his passion kiss for kiss.  Jesus!  It was wild!  I was so love in him.

   Laying me gently on my back on the ground, Eric knelt in front of me. 
His dick was longer than I had ever seen it.  I think he was really getting
off on Rebecca watching us.  I know I was.  I spread open my legs for him
and he very lovingly rammed every last millimeter of his huge erection into
me.

   Wow!  I thought I'd gone to heaven one more time.  I swear I felt it
coming out my ass.  Eric began to thrust with his monster hog of a penis,
at first slowly and then faster and faster.  I was arching myself as much
as possible to facilitate him reaching every last bit of me.

   I happened to glance at Rebecca and she waved and smiled.  I smiled
back. I was so glad she didn't look totally freaked out.  I didn't want any
more Andreas' on my conscience.  I sat up halfway and clutched Eric as hard
as I could.  He enveloped me in his complete embrace and we rocked like
that until we both shot off together.  God, I was so in love.

   Eric whispered, "You're the best, Bubblegom."

   "Of course," I smiled and kissed him.  Mwahaha!

   End of Part Twenty



   It's a Party By Bubblegom Chapter Twenty-One

   It was now the end of October and Halloween was fast upon us.  It fell
on Thursday that year and, as it was on a school night, all of the
Halloween parties I was invited to were to be held on Friday evening.  A
number of boys that I knew had invited me to parties at their homes, as I
suddenly seemed to be very popular.  I wonder why?  Mwahaha!

   I wanted to go trick or treating at the malls and score a buncha candy,
but Kristine and Nicole became suddenly 'too mature' to do that and I
didn't want to go by myself.  Luckily this girl that I had recently met
named Mitzi wanted to go.  Now Mitzi was just a shade different than most
folks, although I thought she was way cool.  For one thing, she used to
bring this George Bush cutout everywhere with her.  Haha!  Personally I
loved it, but I think her teachers' hated it, although it turned out, I
guess, that there really isn't a school rule against bringing a George Bush
cutout to school with you.  Mwahaha!  And she could launch into these
fantastic spontaneous raps.  Mitzi called it 'when I go insane.'

   She was also way cute.  She was Asian, so she was actually a little
shorter than me and that's going some.  She had an average build with large
breasts for her size, brown hair with pink highlights, tan skin, and almond
shaped green eyes with a yellow ring around the pupil; all in all a very
nice piece of work.  When I met her in school on Thursday the day before
Halloween, I asked her if she wanted to go trick or treating with me in the
mall.

   Mitzi responded, "George Bush!" She waved the cutout at me and then
continued.  "HE'LL GO TO THE MALL!  BWAHAHA!  I wanna go too."

   I started laughing hysterically.  I tell you the girl cracks me up.  I
asked, "I take it that's a yes?"

   "AFIRMATIVE, AFIRMATIVE.  We have a ten-four on that little buddy,"
Mitzi replied. Luckily for my sanity, right then the bell for the next
class rang, so we had to hurry to different classes, but not before making
our plans.  -- -- --. One of the things we discussed, before leaving to go
to class, was what costumes we were going to wear.  We decided to both
dress up as little old men.  Mwahaha!  I didn't know what Mitzi's costume
was going to be like, but I think I looked totally realistic.  You know,
unfortunately living in Florida means there's a lot of old people kicking
the bucket all the time, so I didn't have any difficulty at all with going
down to a thrift store and scoring a really good suit.  Of course, it had
to be for an extremely short man, but luckily a lot of these old folks seem
to shrink into themselves before passing on.  So I had a really nice gray
suit, black oxfords, some black socks, white shirt, a gray tie and I had a
brown fedora to tuck my hair up in.  I had some theatrical makeup from -
well, never mind, but you just never know when you can use some theatrical
makeup.  I aged myself considerably with that and then I lightly drew in
some wrinkles.  I looked great, if you want to know the truth.

   As I mentioned before, I lived within walking distance of the mall, so I
didn't set out until after the evening fell upon us, because I didn't want
to take a chance of anybody I know spotting me dressed like that.  As I
walked along to the mall, it struck me that the height of irony was I
didn't mind people seeing me when I was stark naked, but I didn't want them
to see me dressed as an old man for Halloween.  Oh, vanity - Mwahaha!

   As soon as I arrived at the mall, I didn't have any difficulty locating
Mitzi, because she was standing outside shaking her cutout of George Bush
at people and talking away to it.  They appeared to be cutting a wide swath
around her on their way into the mall.

   "I WANNA DO THAT!!  CAN I CAN I CAN I CAN I MOMMY?!  Oh wait.  Yer not
my mommy, - shoves stranger away.  Go away!  I said go away - runs away
with stranger following," Mitzi prattled away.

   I started laughing immediately.  Mitzi heard me, turned and offered me a
large grin.  Her outfit looked fabulous.  She looked just like an old man.
No one would have known the difference.  Mitzi explained to me later that
she used some old clothes of her grandfather's and did some alterations on
them.  She was a young lady of many talents, one of which was cracking me
up whenever she wanted. I offered her a quick hug and then we entered the
mall and began our store to store hike in search of free candy.  Whenever
we felt that people from the various stores were being chintzy in what they
offered us, Mitzi would break out into one of her periods of 'insanity.'

   "Shoves stranger away.  Go away!  I said go away!  Runs away with
stranger following.  AHHH!  STRANGER!  Whacks stranger with charred and
thorny cardboard cutout of George Bush - SEE SEE?!!  IT'S HIS FAULT!!  I
TOLD YOU!!!"

   By the way, these are only pale approximations compared to Mitzi's real
ravings.  And she was delivering them in a deep gravely voice of an old
man. God, it was wild!  Of course, they were pouring candy into our bags
just to get us to move on down the line and away from their stores. 
Mwahaha!

   I was eating about every other of those little chocolate bars they were
giving away.  I don't know if you have ever experienced this or not, but if
you eat enough cheap chocolate in a short period of time you will start to
experience some fairly severe cramps.  So of course I needed to get to a
restroom as soon as possible.  As luck would have it, we were right in
front of the ladies room, but as we attempted to enter, a security guard,
who I suppose had been watching us for a while to see if we did anything
that would warrant him throwing us out of the mall, stepped in front of us
blocking the doorway.

   "Whoa there, old timers," he said jocularly enough.  "Let's not get
confused here.  This is for women.  The men's room is over there," he
explained, while pointing a little ways down the mall.

   "But-," Mitzi started to complain, until I nudged her in the ribs with
my elbow.  She understood immediately and fell silent.  They thought we
were men - hehe.  We were going to use the men's room!  Mwahaha!

   I answered in my best gruff voice.  "Thanks a lot, we must have gotten
confused, officer." I might not have done a very good job at this, because
he looked at me rather strangely, but did allow us to go on.

   Haha!  The men's room!  Can you believe it, I had never been in a men's
room in my life up to that point - not even in elementary school.  The
first thing I was amazed by, when we stepped in, was the men's urinals.  I
had never seen anything so strange in my life.  Of course, I had caught
glimpses of them in movies, but those scenes never offered the true
ridiculousness of them.  There were several men of various ages bellied up
to the urinals using them.  I really couldn't see much of their penises,
but I could see the piss streaming out of them.  Man, that turned me on! 
Believe it or not, I had never seen a male piss before.  I was going to
have to remember to ask for that next time I had sex.  Mwahaha!  I wonder
how men ever become accustomed to using something like that in public. 
Women are far luckier, we get to hide behind closed doors.

   Speaking of which, I turned to go use one of the commodes and Mitzi
grabbed a hold of my arm.  "Where do you think you're going?" she hissed at
me.  Mitzi still was clutching George Bush to her, which was attracting no
small amount of attention, of course.

   "I'm going to use the toilet," I whispered in return.

   "Not without me," she rejoined.  "You're not leaving me out here by
myself."

   Actually upon second thought, I decided she was correct.  I didn't want
to leave Mitzi out there in the main part of the men's restroom with that
George Bush cutout by herself.  There was no telling what kind of havoc she
might wreak, before I could return from my business.

   "Well then, hurry up," I entreated.  "I'm gonna shit my pants if I don't
hurry."

   It was pretty damn crowded in there.  Public restroom stalls weren't
built for two teenage girls and a large George Bush cutout, even if the two
girls were on the smallish side.  Of course, you know me - I got tickled
immediately, when I was trying to pull my pants down and there wasn't
barely enough room to move in.  Against my better judgment, I finally had
to ask Mitzi for assistance and she ended up pulling my trousers all the
way off.  Of course that left me naked from the waist down, because I
wasn't wearing any underwear.

   That set Mitzi off on another spontaneous insanity rap.  "Oh, don't look
George!  GEORGE IS LOOKING AT YOU!  BAD GEORGE!  BAD GEORGE!" This of
course started me laughing hysterically again.  I wonder what they were
thinking out in the other part of the men's room.

   So I go to sit down on the toilet seat and now my suit coat is hanging
down into the toilet water.  I could tell right away this wasn't going to
work.  How in the world do men deal with all this, when they have to take a
shit?  I took the jacket off and hung it on a hook on the back of the stall
door.  Then I reseated myself.  Of course now my long white shirt was
hanging down in the toilet water.  Man, this was getting monotonous and I
really needed to shit immediately.  So I stood up one more time and removed
my shirt and hung it also on the stall door, along with my suit coat.  All
I was wearing now was a tie and those men's shoes.  I must have looked
pretty damn cute, because as I sat down I noticed Mitzi's eyes were as big
as saucers and she responded, "WHY ARE YOU SO CLOSE TO ME?  WHAT ARE YOU
DOING NAKED ON THAT TOILET SEAT?  GET AWAY GEORGE!"

   I reached out to her and clutched her arm.  "Shh, Mitzi!" I hissed. 
"They're gonna hear you out there." She suddenly fell silent, for which I
thanked God at the moment.  I began to concentrate on going.  I'll tell
you, I really had to go because usually I can't go in a public rest room
and also I usually could never take a dump with somebody else in the stall,
but I didn't care.  My cramps were that bad, and believe me I'm used to
cramps - so these were bad!

   As I was concentrating on my relieving myself, I wasn't keeping a close
eye on Mitzi as she went over and stood by the stall door.  By the time I
had successfully completed my task, I happened to glance up and Mitzi was
standing in her bra and knickers!  Man, she had a tight little body too!  I
reached out to her from the toilet seat - remember this is a small stall,
and pulled her to me.  I pulled her knickers down.  Her twat was beautiful
and right on the level with face.  I didn't waste any time pulling her
closely to me and beginning to tongue her pussy.  Mitzi started moaning and
twisting all around.  I pulled her even closer and stuck three fingers on
my right hand into her labia from behind.  As I began thrusting inside of
her with them, Mitzi began rocking with them in time.  I moved my tongue to
her clitoris and began to push against it as hard as I could.  Now she was
really groaning loudly and I grew worried she would attract attention out
in the main part of the rest room.  I moved my left hand up to her face
aand covered her mouth with it hoping to minimize the noise escaping from
her presently.  I was damn careful to not block off her wind though.  It
was probably just in time as it turned out, because as the cum cascaded
from her luscious labia into my mouth and all over my hand, I could hear
her talking under my hand.  "Mwahaha!!  Bows and knocks over a vase in
process.  IT WAS HIS FAULT!!  - Points to the charred cardboard cutout of
Bush --Ahehe --heh --Shoves it behind a thorn bush.  It wasn't me - nods -
HOW DAREST THOU DISS THE MWAHAHA?!

   When she had finished twitching her body into my face signaling the
cessation of her orgasm, I pulled her down into my lap and hugged her in a
large embrace.  Her jabbering seemed to run down in volume and speed the
tighter I clutched her.  Finally as I began to rock her, she fell silent.
We remained like that for a matter of minutes, until I almost fell asleep
sitting there and I believe that Mitzi had.  I awoke her and we silently
redressed.

   When we opened the stall door, imagine our surprise when we observed
several men right outside attempting to hear every word.  I look right at
them and they all now appeared every embarrassed at being caught out
eavesdropping and I declared, "Is there something I can help you with? 
Mwahaha!"

   End of Part Twenty-One



   It's a Party By Bubblegom Chapter Twenty-Two

   The next night was Friday, when all of the Halloween parties were going
to be held.  Since I had been invited to so many of them, and had also been
told I could bring whoever I wanted to the party - popular, ain't I,
mwahaha!  - we decided to party hop.  The 'we' was me, Eric, Kristine,
Nicole, Bobby, Rebecca, Jackie and a guy named Mickie.  Okay, let's see if
you've been paying attention.  Who went with who?

   That's right.  I went with Eric, Kristine was with Bobby, Nicole was
with Eddie, and Rebecca was with Mickie, who she had been dating for about
a week.  Since there was eight of us, which was too many to ride together
Bobby took Kristine in his car and the rest of us rode with Eric.  Eric had
a brand new SUV.  Now I'm not saying where this new car came from, because
we certainly know that there wouldn't be any major colleges, who would
break the recruiting rules so drastically to offer a high school senior a
new car, wouldn't we?  Mwahaha!

   This Mickie was an interesting character.  He wanted to be a writer and
he was real tall and was exactly Rebecca's age.  She had only known him for
about a week, but I think she was already sweet on him.  I'll tell you
what, if he does anything to hurt her - I will rack him up, and I'm not
kidding.  He'd better watch what he does.

   I'm gonna tell you now what kind of costume everybody wore.  Of course
the guys, and you could have guessed this if you would have thought about
it for more than a minute, were totally unimaginative.  Eric wore his
football jersey!  Isn't that stupid?  His costume was his football jersey
and Bobby and Jackie were just as bad.  They wore their baseball uniforms.
Now I guess wanting to be a writer left Mickie with no easy way out.  You
can hardly wear a writer's jersey - haha!  He and Rebecca came in these cat
costumes.  As far as that went, it looked as if there was a lot more
Rebecca than there was costume.  The costume consisted of a small halter
top and then a skirt with a slit that ran almost all the way to the hip.  I
didn't see where there was any place for knickers under that thing, but who
am I to judge - hehe.

   Kristine and Nicole was dressed as little angels and you know what's
funny?  They used to be, until I got a hold of them.  Now they were little
hellions!  Now who's left?  Oh yeah, me.  Ha!  Like you weren't waiting
with bated breath to hear what I was wearing.  Well, I came as Lady Godiva.
Mwahaha!  I took a number of blonde falls and starting with the first one,
I wove that into my hair, then I wove the other falls one by one into each
other.  When I had finished, you could take all the falls and spread them
out and they covered my body completely, or, of course, I could move them
here or there and flash different parts of my body.  You know me!

   The first party we went to was held by a guy named Phillip Jackson.  He
always seemed like a nice guy to me.  He was a sophomore, stood about five
feet, ten inches, had dark hair and was pretty cute.  Phillip lived in a
nice split level house.  He had all the standard Halloween favors at his
party - you know, the 'brains' in the bucket and fake cob webs and bobbing
for apples in a great big tub of water.  It was way too early in the
evening for me to be doing anything like bobbing for apples, because when I
leaned over my extended fall would do weird things in the back and leave my
back side completely open with the back of my pussy hanging out.  A lot of
the couples were dancing or making out and, since Eric was in the kitchen
bullshitting with all his football cohorts, when Bobby asked me to dance I
said sure, because I saw Kristine over fooling around with Nicole with
bobbing for apples.  It was a slow song naturally and Bobby pulled me
extremely close to him.  I threw my arms around his neck and lay my head on
his upper arm, as we slowly moved around the floor.  The longer we danced,
the tighter he pulled me to him, until I could feel him starting to develop
an erection.  I reached down subtly, because even though most of the lights
were down low, people could still see some things, if they realized to
watch intently.  I rubbed the outside of his pants in his crotch area,
until I could tell he was super hard.  Even if I hadn't known it from the
feel of it, I would have realized it from Bobby's whining; he was just
about mewing like a newborn.  Boys are so easy to please!

   I pulled his zipper down and reached inside his boxer shorts (striped
incidentally) and released his seven inch cock into the world of Halloween
parties.  It looked happy to be there!  Before I began to work my hand on
his impressive shaft, I pushed his baseball pants and his underwear down to
the floor.

   "Hey!," he complained.  "You making a spectacle of me.  What are you
doing?"

   "Take it or leave it," I answered, showing him no mercy.  Well, not
surprisingly he took it.  I wasn't trying to embarrass him needlessly.  I
just didn't want him shooting off into my 'costume.' It was way too early
in the evening for that kind of bullshit.  We were going to go to a lot
more parties and I didn't want to show up reeking of sex.

   I began to rub my hand up and down slowly on his fully extended penis.
Bobby had the prettiest prick and it was all I could do to keep my mouth
off it, but I really didn't know this Phillip very well or vise versa and I
didn't want to shock anybodies' sensibilities so early in the evening.

   As I worked my hand faster and faster on my friend's cock, Bobby leaned
down and kissed me ardently again and again.  God, I was having second
thoughts about my role in this endeavor.  I was really getting hot and
naturally I began to stroke his prick even harder.  He suddenly groaned and
began to twitch uncontrollably as his penis began to orgasm shooting cum
out on the living room rug.  Man, I bet that was gonna leave a strain!

   When he had finished climaxing, I kissed him once more and then wiped my
hand on the back of his ass.

   "Sara!" Bobby complained.

   I grinned at him.  "New policy, you shoot it - you wear it."

   The young man couldn't help himself, as he had to laugh.  I didn't want
to come across as a hard ass, but the evening was still very long and I
didn't feel as though I wanted to smell like cum from there on out.  I did
one thing for him, though.  I quickly lowered myself to my knees and sucked
his cock dry of any lingering sperm that had been hanging around, so to
speak.  He looked as if he enjoyed my little 'clean-up' job, haha!

   We soon left that party and went to another one.  The next one we
decided to attend was just a few blocks over and was being held at the home
of Laura Roswell.  Laura was a senior and very hot looking.  She was about
five foot, seven, with blonde ringlets that hung down past her shoulders, a
super pretty face with high cheek bones and a generous mouth, and it
appeared that she was the proud possessor of a body that just wouldn't quit
beneath her clothes, unless I'm a poor judge and you know I'm not!  As I've
already mentioned, she was a senior and getting ready to go away to
college. I think she was real good with computers.  Actually she was more
Eric's friend than mine, as I met her through Eric, but she specifically
had invited me and not him.  I think she thought he was a jock.  You know
what?  He is a jock.  Mwahaha!  And a spaz, because after I got out of the
car at Laura's house he shut the car door on part of my costume and, as I
stepped away from the vehicle, I pulled the last fall away and it hung in
the car door.  I whirled around and started hitting poor Eric, who wasn't
aware of his faux pas.

   "You dumb ass!" I shouted at him.  "Look at this," I pointed out to him
holding up the piece of wig stuck in the door.  Well, he was apologizing
profusely all over the place and I'm quick to anger and quick to get over
it too, so I forgave him with a kiss and a quick rub of his crotch.  It
wasn't the end of the world and I was still covered down to my knees.

   Finally managing to maneuver our way successfully to the front door, we
were greeted by Laura herself, who appeared genuinely happy to see me.  I
filed that away for reference for another time.  The young woman had her
house decorated wonderfully for the party.  She had streamers of black and
orange crepe paper looped from one place to the other on the ceilings and
had paper jack-o'-lanterns and skeletons hanging from the walls.

   "Oh, Laura," I gushed, "the place looks great." She smiled at me and
winked. 'Hmm,' I thought.

   Eric, of course, predictably disappeared into the kitchen to talk with
the other jocks.  I forgave him, because they had a big game coming in the
next week and it was homecoming besides.  I began wandering around saying
hello to various people.  I stopped and had a cup of punch from a large
crystal punch bowl.  Unbeknownst to me, the punch was spiked with vodka -
mwahaha!  I didn't have a clue, because it was very well disguised with
some sort of fruit drink.  I only had a little, but with me a little goes a
long way.  I think I have some kind of allergy to alcohol, which is why I
don't usually drink much.

   The first cup tasted so good I had another one.  I had a good little
buzz going already and didn't know it!  Spotting Kristine over in a dark
corner of the room, I sauntered over to her; for all I know I might have
slightly staggered over - haha!

   "What's up?" I asked her.

   "Just hanging out," my beautiful friend answered.

   Since there was no one in the immediate vicinity, and I was feeling
alcohol inflamed horniness descending on me I leaned over and offered
Kristine a long passionate kiss.  I think she was originally a little taken
aback, because it was unexpected, but she soon warmed to our activity and
was returning my kisses with great fervor and also inserting her tongue
into my mouth at the first opportunity.

   I reached my hands up under her angel costume (high irony factor there,
ain't it) and ran them softly all over her young supple body.

   "Oh Sara," she cooed.  "God, that feels so good."

   I reached behind and unfastened her bra and then pulled her knickers
down to the rug and she stepped out of them.  Meanwhile Kristine pulled me
to her and rammed three of her fingers straight up my butt hole.  Whoa! 
That got my attention, let me tell you.  As she began to work them in and
out, thrusting them as far as she could up my rectum, I reached down to the
hem of her costume and pulled it up and off her body totally exposing her
beautiful nude body for all to see.  To tell you the truth, I didn't know
if anyone had noticed us or not, and at that point I didn't care; I was
that turned on.

   Kristine took her other hand and pushed aside the long fall also
exposing my stark nakedness to her eyesight.  I could see the lust gleaming
in her eyes and embraced her as hard as I could.  I rubbed my naked body on
her.  We fit perfectly.  "I love you," I murmured.

   Kristine flushed and gushed, "Oh Sara, how lovely you really are."

   I did love her at the moment; not in the same way I loved Eric, but I
did love her.  Not only was she a great person, smart with a great sense of
humor, but she had this hot little body.  I reached down and stroked my
clitoris until it became enlarged and then I located Kristine's and did the
same.  We began to rub our clits against each as hard and as quickly as we
could.  Jesus!  I was so horny and it was so good.  It was tremendous;
suddenly we both began to cum simultaneously.  "Oh!" Kristine screamed out.
I was a little more circumvent and was able to limit myself to some ahs.

   We stood and held each other for a few seconds and then feeling
someone's eyes on us, we turned and saw Laura and two of her close friends
looking at us.  They didn't seem shocked or scandalized at all, but greatly
interested and maybe a little turned on.  I started to say something, and
Laura just smiled, and shook her head.

   'Hmm,' I thought again.

   Kristine quickly donned her angel costume, but couldn't find her
underwear.  That's because I had stashed it.  Mwahaha!  I like all my
friends nude beneath their outer apparel.  It makes for easier access.

   Soon after we cummed, we went.  Haha!  Sorry, couldn't help myself.  Our
next stop was at a girl named Susie's house.  She was a cute little
freshman chick, who I knew well enough that she invited me to her party. 
Part of it was she knew I was hanging out with some school heavyweights
like Eric, but another part was I think she genuinely liked me or at least
she was intrigued with my lifestyle.  She was way cute herself.  She was
about my height, with short black hair, and hazel eyes and always had a
ready smile on her face.  Susie was also a lot of fun to be around, because
she knew a lot of great jokes.  She was dressed as a harem girl in some
sort of a mostly see-through costume.  Whew!  I really wanted to jump her
bones, but I couldn't because I didn't know her well enough to know how
she'd react.

   She had the whole lower part of her house set up great, like a haunted
house.  It was really very creative; you know, with skeletons jumping out
at you and such.  I really don't know how she did it, but it was a really
cool idea.  I decided to hang out down there and see what happened, because
it was plenty dark.  Mwahaha!  I was kinda hanging out in one of the
corners watching the reactions of different people, as they came by.  As
luck would have it, Nicole ventured by.  She was by herself, because I
imagine Jackie was upstairs hanging in the kitchen bullshitting about
sports.  Urgh, sports!  Gag me with a spoon.

   Anyway right as I knew the skeleton was gonna leap out at her, I grabbed
Nicole's arm.  Haha!  You should have heard her scream.  Man, she can be
loud when she wants to be.  I pulled her to me.  "Relax, Cole," I
explained. "It's me, Sara."

   You can bet she was mad.  "God damn it, Sara!" my pretty blonde friend
exploded.  "Don't ever do anything like that again.  You scared the shit
out of me."

   Now I knew I had really frightened her, because Nicole hardly ever
cusses.  I embraced her and murmured contritely, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean
to scare you so badly.  Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?"

   Nicole patted me on my back and answered, "No, that's alright.  I
forgive you." But then her beautiful face suddenly took on a mischievous
appearance.  "Yeah, there's something you can do, you can eat out my
pussy."

   Well, that was just up my alley, so to speak.  I immediately dropped to
my knees and pulled up her angel gown.  I was immediately confronted by her
pussy hair.  Nicole hadn't been wearing any knickers.  She had told me that
she hadn't worn any underwear below her waist, since the time of our
baseball game, but I didn't know if I could believe her or not.  Here was
direct evidence that she had been speaking the truth, that little devil.

   I used both hands and pulled the lips of her pussy wide apart.  "Oh,
God," Nicole moaned.  There was moisture present.  I think she had been
fingering herself all along underneath that long costume she was wearing. A
girl after my own heart - mwahaha!  I immediately began to use my tongue on
her hairy twat.  I stiffened my tongue as much as possible almost making it
tubular in appearance and probed into her labia, as deeply as I could. 
Meanwhile I brought my left hand up and began to manipulate her clit until
it was rock hard.  Kristine was going crazy, moaning and groaning and
twitching her hips at my face.  I loved it, having that kind of affect on
someone I cared about.  I slipped my right hand down to my own cunt and
fingered my lips.  I was as wet as can be.  Suddenly Nicole shuddered and
grabbed the back of my head and was throwing it from side to side, as the
cum came rolling out of her.  She threw her head back and screamed out my
name and I knew we were going to have leave there soon.  I bet they heard
that all through the house.  Mwahaha!

   Nicole finished her climax and I dropped her angel costume back down and
stood up and passionately kissed her with her cum still on my lips.  "Yum,
yum," she murmured in my ear.  I giggled in return.

   As people were beginning to flock downstairs to discover who had gotten
so scared of the haunted house that they had screamed, I suggested to my
sexy friend that we get the hell out of Dodge.  Nicole and I hurried back
upstairs and noticed Kristine standing by the front door.

   She explained, "The rest of them are already outside.  I rounded them
up, as soon as I heard Nicole's sex scream." Nicole blushed crimson and I
laughed to see it.  Suddenly a drunk lurched up to me out of nowhere it
seemed and grabbed me about the waist.

   "Heshy, honesy," he slurred.  "Come sspend ssome time with sme."

   Well, you know me, I can't stand to be struck or pawed by anybody, so I
pushed him away saying, "Get your hands off me!" When I pushed him away, he
grabbed another piece of my fall and then stumbled away with it. Nicole
suggested, "Come on, let's just get out of here before something else
happens." As we left I noticed that now my 'costume' went down to my upper
thighs and I had to be careful how I stood or I'd be flashing my pussy at
people.  You know how much that worried me, don't you?  Mwahaha!

   The next party we stopped at was being given by Axel.  Axel was an old
friend of mine from middle school.  I know you're wondering about his name,
I really can't tell you.  Maybe his people were big 'Guns and Roses'
freaks. He was a tall drink of water, I tell you.  I bet you have a picture
of him in your mind.  Well, if you pictured him as tall and thin, you'd be
right and he had a long, thin face, but I found him to be very attractive
in a strange way.  Must be my Puritan ancestors - haha!  He had jack
o'laterns carved out of pumpkins all over his house with candles burning in
them.  I'm surprised the smoke alarm didn't go off.  He either grew them
himself or got lucky in a day after Halloween sale.  I had never seen so
many in one place before.

   After we were there for a few minutes and I made some small talk with
Axel, who naturally enough was acting, as if he was real interested in my
costume and trying to touch it.  I had to threaten him that I would cold
cock him if he didn't cease, but I was mainly kidding.  I understood his
frustration.  I noticed Jackie come ambling out of the kitchen holding a
tall boy and I called out to him, "Hey Jackie!" That was one of the reasons
all the jocks hung out in the kitchen, so they could drink beer.  Basically
I hated the taste of beer, but of course I had been known to drink it
before.

   Jackie came over and I introduced him to our host.  It was only right,
Jackie was drinking his beer.  Using this as a way of leaving Axel's hands
to himself, I looped my arm through Jackie's and waltzed away with him. 
"Where are we headed?" I asked my old friend.

   "I don't know where you're headed," he responded, "but I'm going to go
take a whiz."

   "Oh I wanna go!" I exclaimed, suddenly remembering my goal of watching
some guy take a piss.

   "You do?" Jackie asked incredulous, with a quizzical expression on his
handsome face.

   "Yeah," I replied.  "I've never had the opportunity to watch a guy pee
and I want see how it works."

   "Ok," he said doubtfully.  I followed him up to the bathroom on the
second floor, giggling all the way.  This was going to be great. 
Unbelievably lucky for us, the bathroom was not occupied.  After closing
and locking the door, Jackie turned and pulled his zipper down and took his
cock out.  He began to urinate into the toilet bowl.  I noticed he was
beginning to get a little hard.  Well, who can blame him with me standing
there, but I knew it would be harder for him to go, if he became too hard.

   "Wait a minute!" I exclaimed.  I noticed he had some difficulty with
stopping his piss in mid-stream.  "What?" Jackie wanted to know.

   "This," I responded, while pulling his baseball uniform pants and jockey
shorts down to the floor.  "I can't really see anything with your cock just
barely sticking out of your pants." Jackie's answer was a shoulder shrug
and then he turned back to the task in hand - hehe.  I could now see all of
his prick all the way down to the balls.  As he stood there pissing that
golden stream into the bowl, I was really getting hot watching him.  I have
no idea what that means, no doubt some kind of awful deviancy.  I began to
finger my pussy lips and then I finally plunged some fingers in and was
moving them in and out, just as he finished.

   Turning to me he grinned, "Okay, your turn."



   "What!?" I exclaimed.

   "You heard me.  I went, now you go.  What's right is right."

   "But I don't feel like going right now," I explained, which basically
was true.

   "Here," Jackie said, handing me the tall boy.  "This is almost full. 
Drink this down.  You'll have to go, I guarantee it."

   "Okay," I agreed, taking it.  Actually I was excited about the whole
thing.  I drank the tall boy straight down, as much as I could.  When I had
finished I felt rather lightheaded and really didn't understand it at the
time, never realizing I already had a base of a couple of cups of vodka
laced punch.

   Sure enough, in a very few minutes I had to pee and turning to the
toilet I had to put the seat down.  Boys always leave the seat up!  Why is
that?  What is so difficult to remember about putting the seat down?  Well
- enough with that rant.  I went to sit down and Jackie grabbed my arm and
directed, "Stop." Turning to him, I naturally asked why.

   "Because," Jackie explained, "I won't be able to see you good if you sit
down.

   "Well how else am I going to go if I don't sit down?" I asked, naturally
perplexed.

   "Standing up," was his shocking, to me, answer.

   "You're kidding?" I retorted.

   "Nope," Jackie insisted.  Grabbing my falls, he pulled them tight around
my back.  I stood there basically stark naked.  I could see us in the
bathroom mirror and I looked very hot!

   He lifted up the toilet seat for me and pushed me over to where I was
standing in front of it.  Naturally enough it took me a few minutes to get
used to this.  Obviously I had always gone sitting down, but finally enough
pressure from the beer that I had chugged built up in my bladder and the
stream of pee started coming out.  It was so cool just standing there in
front of Jackie and peeing straight into the toilet.  I'm gonna have to
practice this at home, I thought.  When I had finally finished, I turned to
see what Jackie thought and imagine my glee when he was standing there
beating his meat to beat the band.  He must have been doing this the entire
time I was peeing, because his prick was huge and red faced and I could
tell he was going to go off any second.

   'Welcome to perversions personified,' I thought to myself.

   Jackie was running his hand over his impressive shaft as fast as I had
ever seen anybody do it and all of the sudden his cock just exploded with
his cum shooting all over me.  So much for me not wanting to smell like
sex.

   'Oh well,' I thought.  'We're only going to a couple of more places.'

   After Jackie had cleaned up and tucked his now little 'wee willie
winkie'away back in his pants and I wiped my pussy dry with some toilet
paper, we went back downstairs and collected everybody and set off again
for another party.

   End of Part Twenty-Two



   It's a Party By Bubblegom Chapter Twenty-Three

   The next party we visited was being given by Camille.  She was one
really cool chick, who was getting ready to graduate (one of those weird
mid-year things) and then she was going to join the army.  The girl loved
guns!  She actually scared a lot of guys with her rap.  Mwahaha!  But most
of them were sissies to begin with.  Camille stood about five foot, seven,
had blonde hair, blue eyes, and a great body.  I envied anybody, who got in
her rack.

   After we knocked on the door, somebody came and let us in and then
staggered away, before we could enter.  As it was now getting far later in
the evening, I believe drinking had caught up with the majority of the
partygoers at Camille's.  It was almost totally dark as we entered the
house, but as my eyes finally adjusted to the lack of light I could make
out couples here and there in various stages of undress.

   'Alight!' I thought.  'My kind of party!'

   Eric and the rest of the jocks in our group quickly disappeared into the
kitchen to search out any remaining beer.  I started randomly wandering
around saying hello to various people that I knew and checking out some of
the minor sexual action that was occurring here and there.  Since I was
becoming bored, I decided to check out if I could get a drink of whatever
these people were smashed on.  That was a big mistake, and I really should
have known better.

   I managed to procure a large rum and coke, heavy on the rum and light on
the coke.  Later I found out it was 151 proof rum.  Believe you me, that
shit will knock you on your ass.  I finally managed to locate in the dark
some of my friends, who I had come with.  Those turned out to be prophetic
words, so to speak.  I found Rebecca and Mickey sitting on a small love
seat in the corner of the room.  I don't think they could have been sitting
any further apart from each other, so I decided immediately that I needed
to do something to help them overcome this shyness problem they appeared to
be experiencing.

   I sat right between them in the middle of the short love seat, squeezing
myself in.  "How ya all doing?" I asked with false joviality.

   "Uh, Sara," Rebecca began to say.

   "What?" I interrupted, knowing full well she was going to suggest I move
on.

   "Oh, nothing, I guess," my attractive friend sighed.

   I slightly moved my fall away from my lap, so my pubic hair was on full
display.  Rebecca didn't take a notice, because she was looking away for
the moment, but I observed that Mickie glommed on to the fact of it
immediately, He was already staring right at my briar patch (just remember,
you could get pricked) and I could see he was developing an erection. I
leaned over and pulled his zipper down and pulled his ever lengthening
joint out of his pants and began to stroke it.

   "Oh, God," Mickie moaned.

   "Hey!  What the hell do you think you're doing?" Rebecca angrily
demanded of me.

   I dropped her boyfriend's cock and turned my attention to my good
friend. I didn't answer verbally, but instead slipped my hand up the bottom
half of her cat costume, until I felt her cunt.  Aha!  I knew she hadn't
been wearing any knickers.  As I poked three fingers into her already
opening labia, Rebecca began groaning and writhing on the love seat.  I
leaned over and began to kiss the beautiful young woman fervently over and
over.  God, I was getting wet myself.  Good thing too, because I could see
that Mickie had shed himself of his pants and underwear and was kneeling
beside me pulling on his seven inch prick.  I had a feeling he was going to
be looking for somewhere to stick it real soon.

   Rebecca appeared to lose total control, as she suddenly pulled my head
down to her clitoris and pushed my face into it.  She was behaving like
quite the little vixen that night, let me tell ya.  Naturally I began to
push against her clit as hard as I could with my tongue, while continuing
to thrust my fingers in and out of her cunt.  Rebecca was rolling all over
the love seat and it was becoming difficult for me to control her.

   "Oh God damn it, Sara!  Fuck me!" she cried out.

   Suddenly as if spurred on by my good friend's exhortations, Mickie
rammed his stiffened penis straight into my twat from behind.  Oh lord!  It
felt so good!  You have to remember, actually this was the first time all
evening that anyone had thought to possibly satisfy me too, that wasn't
prompted by myself.  Not that I'm complaining, but it certainly added to
the intense pleasure I was experiencing.  And it felt better and better the
more he thrust his huge cock in and out of me.  My labia was completely
distended and dripping and was accepting every millimeter of him.  The
harder Mickie fucked me, the harder I pushed my friend's clit and worked my
fingers in her.  Oh shit, the whole thing was unearthly.  I felt so damn
good.  Suddenly I felt the cum start to work its way through and out of me.


   "Oh fuck!" I cried out, just as Rebecca began to climax.  In her
thrashing, she reached up and pulled the whole damn fall off me and then
threw it somewhere in the darkened room.

   'Oh well,' I thought, 'easy come, easy go,' although it hurt like hell
for a minute when she tore it away.  As the orgasms flowed from me and
Rebecca, Mickie continued to thrust into me with the spirit of a rabid
horny dog.

   As I collapsed momentarily onto my pretty friend, I thought, 'Well,
first half accomplished.  Now for the other half.' When I successfully
pulled myself off Mickie's plunging penis and moved off Rebecca, he fell
forward almost landing on his beautiful date.

   "Hey!  What the fuck?!" he quite naturally exclaimed.

   I leaned over to him and whispered to him in a way that only he could
hear.  "You've been poking the wrong girl," I explained to him.  "There's
your girlfriend right there.  But you be gentle with her," I warned.  "I
think she's a virgin."

   I'll say one thing for Mickie.  He was very adaptable.  He went from
thrusting wildly into me, as if he were a out of control wild animal to
gently kissing Rebecca and whispering terms of love to her, while running
his hands all over her.  I was still rushing like a bitch from my recent
climax and cum was dripping from me, as I suddenly felt the need to sit
down on the rug beside my cavorting friends.

   I just watched as Mickie slowly kissed each square inch of my beautiful
friend's body, before passionately kissing and embracing her for a number
of minutes.  By the time he finally began to softly poke his potent prick
into her fully distended pussy, Rebecca was so hot and bothered I think she
could accepted an elephant.  Hey!  There's something I haven't tried yet. I
could tell from the expressions on my dark-haired friend's features, when
her lover finally penetrated her hymen, but she accepted it without crying
out and culminated or cumminated her own climax with Mickie, when he
experienced his orgasm.  We left soon after that on our way to the last
party on the night's agenda.  It was so dark in the house and outside on
the way to the car, no one noticed I was stark naked now.  What the hell! I
was supposed to be Lady Godiva, haha!  I was just a Lady Godiva with short
hair.

   The last party was being given by a girl named Krista, whom I had just
met but I already liked her a lot.  She was a little taller than me and
weighed around one hundred and ten pounds.  Krista was quite the beauty
having curly brown hair in loose ringlets and a great looking athletic body
with a washboard flat stomach and slim, but beautifully shaped legs.  Her
nickname was KinkyLilSquirt, which I didn't know why she was called that,
but it certainly sounded promising to me.  Mwahaha!

   Krista answered the front door herself, after we knocked upon it.  Of
course her attention was naturally drawn immediately to me standing before
her stark naked.

   "Good to see you all of you, Sara," she giggled.  Krista was cool, I'm
telling ya.  "But you were supposed to wear a costume," she continued, "not
come as yourself."

   "Very funny, I am wearing a costume," I responded.

   "Oh?" Krista said, arching an eyebrow.  "What might that be - Eve's?  I
don't see your fig leaf though."

   Everybody who I came with was laughing at our brilliant repartee, I must
say. "No," I explained.  "I'm Lady Godiva."

   "Oh, sure," the brunette replied, rolling her eyes.  "Well, come on in,"
Krista invited taking me by the arm and leading me into the house.  "I'm
sure everyone will be happy to see you, Lady Godiva."

   Oh man!  This was the one house that had all the lights on and the
living room was full of people.  I'm surprised Krista's parents weren't
there too, the way this thing was going, but they had gone out to a
Halloween party of their own.  Most of the people present were Krista's
girlfriends and they were all used to me.

   "Hey Sara," a few of them called out and, of course, their boyfriends
weren't going to complain because I was totally nude.  Mwahaha!

   This time I followed Eric into the kitchen and I was quite the hit with
all the jocks too, haha!  They were all giving me sips of their beers and
mixed drinks.  I don't know why, I was already naked.  Why did they expect
me to take off if I got drunk?  My birthday suit?

   I could tell Eric was a little embarrassed with me standing there
talking to all his friends while I was stark naked, but I could also tell
he was plenty turned on too; plus I think he enjoyed the way all his
friends were drooling about me and envying him.

   By this time, I had a pretty good buzz going and I decided that enough
was enough; Eric had just spent his last minute being away from me by
hiding in the kitchen.  I took him by the hand and led him out into the
living room.  I asked Krista if we could use her bedroom and she said sure,
but don't do anything she wouldn't do.  Haha!  What a card that girl was.
And she had a tight looking body too.

   On the way up the stairs, I unfastened almost all of Eric's clothing,
having pulled that ridiculous football jersey off him and his jeans and
jockey shorts down to his feet and then off him, leaving him clad only in
his shoes.  A good looking girl suddenly emerged from the second floor
bathroom.  She stopped short and looked Eric up and down and then smiled at
him.  The big sissy attempted to cover his genitals.  I laughed and pulled
his hands away exposing them to the young woman.

   "Don't mind him," I explained.  "He's new to all this."

   "Yes, I can see that," she replied, looking me up and down as well and
then sauntered down the staircase.

   "Sara!" my handsome love complained.

   "Shh," I responded and led him into the bedroom Krista had directed me
to.  The young woman had decorated the walls with various posters and
pictures.  There was a large file cabinet in one corner, a large book
shelf, and a nice table that a fairly large lamp-shaded light resting on
it. I actually only paid close attention to the bed and it appeared very
comfortable.  Mwahaha! I continued leading Eric over to the bed and then I
pushed him down on it and jumped on top of him.  Subtlety isn't my middle
name.  I was kneeling right over his groin area.  His erection was standing
straight up, well, you know what I mean.  It actually did slant a little.
His peter looked so precious.  I could have just gobbled it all up.  No,
better not.  So I compromised and began sucking on it.  It became even
larger in my mouth.  I was taking all of his seven inches too.  By this
time, I was really blasted on booze, but of course I didn't realize it. 
Eric was running his hands through my hair wildly. Suddenly he reached down
and pulled me up on him.  Our nakedness merged into a combination of bliss
for me.

   Eric explained, "I don't want to cum that way.  I want to fuck and cum
inside of you."

   Isn't he romantic?  As he ran his hands all over my breasts lovingly and
even kneaded my nipples until they were standing straight out, I sat up
just below his pecker.  I then raised up and slid his huge cock straight up
into my distended labia.

   "Oh God damn!" I cried out, as it felt so good going all the way up. 
Eric just smiled at me and begin thrusting into me as hard as he could. 
Jesus, Mary, and Joseph - this guy was so good and I loved him so much.  I
leaned over as much as I could without coming off and pulled him up with
me, so our naked upper bodies were pressed against each other.  Somehow
this caused him to be able to push deeper into me than anybody ever had. 
Maybe I was just more open for him, because I loved him.  I don't know, but
it was producing sensations of ecstasy I had never experienced previously.

   I could tell from the expression on my lover's face that he was ready to
climax, but had been holding himself back waiting for me.  I clutched him
even tighter to me and whispered in his ear causing him to laugh.  "Go for
it stud-muffin, I'm ready," I told him.  I began to let loose with torrents
of cum, while he shot up into me the most sacred seed known to man.  Lets
just leave it at the entire sexual episode was merely awesome.

   When we had both finished climaxing, I climbed down and cuddled next to
him.  Eric pulled me in close and we lay in complete satisfaction.  The
next thing I knew a rather bemused appearing Krista was leaning over and
waking us up.  It seemed that all the other guests had gone home, except
for us and the rest of our crew.  I noticed she was attempting to glance
away from Eric's nakedness, but was having a difficult time doing such.

   It hardly mattered anyway, as my stud-boy had to get up and locate his
clothes and pull them on before we left and Krista had ample opportunity to
gaze at his beauty then and not have to worry about it looking awkward.  I
didn't blame her in the least.  Krista walked us downstairs, I think to
make sure we actually left, haha!  And as we were leaving, I leaned over
and offered a quick hug to her, thanking her for everything and explaining
I would call her soon to see if we could do something together.  When she
answered, please do I felt I had made another friend.

   I guess because of all the booze I had consumed, I didn't remember most
of the ride home, nor going to bed.  What I did remember was the next
morning, when my head was killing me.  Never again, I promised myself.  Of
course, I just meant no more drinking.  Mwahaha!

   End of Part Twenty-Three



   It's a Party By Bubblegom Chapter Twenty-Four

   Needless to say, I could hardly walk the next day, between my severe
headache, upset stomach, and extremely sore pussy.  Believe you me, I
didn't engage in any masturbation on that day - mwahaha!  In fact I took it
easy all week.  Oh yeah, I can hear you - sure you did, Sara, but I did and
for a very good reason, I might add.  The Big Game! As I've previously
mentioned, if you've been paying attention, this was our homecoming game.
That's always a big deal anyway.  Now our opponent was our biggest rival
and that made it even a much bigger deal.  In the year in question, it was
even bigger than usual, because we were undefeated and they were undefeated
and, according to the newspapers, our bitterest rivals were our only
roadblock from an undefeated regular season and a chance to win the state
championship in postseason play.

   So I made certain to do nothing all week to distract Eric's
concentration or his physical condition.  In fact, I figured if I kept him
horny, he'd be in high state of frustration and take it out on our
opponents.  Anyway, I believe what that trainer said in the first Rocky
move, "Women weaken the legs." Mwahaha!  It seemed like a very long week
with no sweet loving, but the day of the game, Friday, finally arrived.

   Our opponents were favored by six points and, it was only that low
because, the game was being played on our field.  I realized that I was
going to need to do something to help the team, but I wasn't certain, as to
what it would be.  On Thursday evening, I went over to Kristine's house and
we sat and brainstormed about what I could do to help, if anything.  After
a couple of hours of semi-arguing, we were able to agree on a plan of
action.

   The game was scheduled to start at eight o'clock on Friday evening and
we got there way early, although not to get good seats; but rather to be
able to stand on the field at the end of the end zones.  Ordinarily this
wouldn't be allowed until the seats were completely filled, but of course
Kristine, Nicole, and I had no trouble sweet talking our way down on to the
field.

   I don't know if you've figured it out yet knowing me, so I'll tell you.
I was going to do anything I could to distract the other team, without
being caught out by others.  I mean what good would it do if anybody in
authority observed me and I got thrown out of our stadium?  pFirst I
thought I would wear my cheerleader uniform with no underwear beneath,
because the skirt was so short to begin with.  But then I realized that was
no good, because for one thing I wouldn't able to hang around any other
part of the field except where the cheerleaders are and I couldn't go
there, because I'm not a varsity cheerleader.

   So I'm assuming you're thinking now that I wore some kind of cheap
abbreviated outfit to disturb the opposing players with.  Nothing can be
further from the truth.  Mwahaha!  I had this red sundress that some aunt
had given me for Christmas.  It was very long and, in fact, it almost
dragged on the ground.  Naturally enough, I hated this dress and never wore
it, but it was perfect for this situation.

   It was bright red, which would attract the attention of the players
easily.  It was cut extremely low in the front and, in fact, was held
together in the front with a ring.  It would be quite easy to pull it down
to totally expose my beautiful breasts.  As for the rest of the dress, it
was a full skirt, although it had a slit in it that ran from the waist to
the ground and it would take absolutely no effort to pull the slit around
to the front to totally expose my nether regions.  Since it was still so
early, we went down by one of the end zones and then under the stands,
where we could watch everything occurring, but it would be unlikely anyone
would notice us as long as we were fairly quiet.  That was difficult for me
when I spotted Eric warming up, but I had to display some discipline. 
After all, it was for the good of the entire team.

   Finally the captains from both teams met in midfield with the officials
to participate in the coin toss to decide, who would receive the kickoff.
Our opponents won the coin toss and elected to receive.  I'm so
superstitious that I took that to be a bad omen.  Another thing that's
important to note, is that Eric's football lessons had progressed to his
explaining how to read what the other team was probably planning on doing
by what formation they were in.  Of course, this was just a very basic
introduction at the time, but I could tell when to expect a run or a pass
and then take it from there.  They only had one really good runner, so it
became easy to anticipate when he was going to be given the ball, and then
flash him just as the play started.  He was fumbling' all over the place,
let me tell you.  Mwahaha!

   Of course, I could only do this, when they got close enough to the end
zone where they could see me.  In fact, it got so bad that whenever the
other team got within thirty yards of the endzone, I could see them
searching me out.  They would be looking all around for me, when they were
in the huddle instead of listening for what play had been called for.  So I
give 'em a quick flash of my pussy or tits to encourage them to keep coming
back for more.  I bet their coach was pulling his hair out.  Mwahaha!  They
would travel up and down the field at will, until getting in the red zone
and then they would self destruct.

   Unfortunately our team wasn't doing much better.  We only had two paltry
field goals to show for all our efforts, but still led for most of the
game. Late in the fourth quarter, it appeared that the effects of my
flashing my body parts at them had began to wane, because they had driven
very close to our end zone.

   Our opponents had no interest in a field goal for obvious reasons, but
needed to score a touchdown and extra point.  Time was quickly running out
and the other team had no timeouts left.  They had a first and ten on our
twenty yard line, when their quarterback faded back to pass.  Since they
had been in a pass formation and, given the current game circumstances, our
team had fallen into a eight deep defense looking for a pass all the way.
Consequently they were completely fooled when the opposing quarterback
slipped the ball to their running back, who ran a draw play.  The hole that
had opened for him to run through appeared larger then the red sea parting
for Moses and the running back waltzed through it and past the startled
lineman and linebackers without any difficulty and, in fact, was headed
straight toward our endzone!

   I decided the time had now arrived for drastic action, if we were to win
this game.  As he was crossing the ten yard line I stepped out into the
middle of the end zone from the end of the field and whipped off my
sundress and threw it to Kristine.  There I stood stark naked in front of
three thousand fans, but more importantly I had the attention of the ball
carrier, who immediately stopped dead still; his eyes as big as saucers and
his mouth agape as he drank in my denuded beauty.

   Suddenly he was speared in the middle of his back by the helmet of one
of our players, who had thrown himself through the air in a last second
desperate tackle causing the ball to pop straight up in the air.  It came
straight down and then began to roll toward our end zone in that haphazard
way that a football will because of its' end to end shape.  It was all I
could do in my excitement to not throw myself on it, but I knew I would get
killed when all those oxes fell on me.  It continued to roll somewhat
forward, egg like, towards our endzone, when suddenly two of our players
fell on it sealing the victory.

   The referee fired his gun signifying the end of the game and the field
became bedlam.  The referees sensing a debacle developing quickly ran to
their cars in the parking lot, as the opposing coaches ran behind them
screaming their protest.  The field became very crowded, as fans emptied
from both sets of stands and ran onto the field.  I was attempting to
return to Kristine and acquire my dress, as even I didn't relish being
stark naked in a crowd of three thousand wild football fans, but both of us
being short I couldn't even begin to see her in the huge crowd.

   My breasts and pussy were being fondled and groped by guys, grown men,
and even girls and women, as I ran through the crowd attempting to find
Kristine.  Suddenly a friend of mine named Eudora fortunately appeared
before me.

   Taking me by the hand, she began to drag me through the crowd toward our
team's bench.  Eudora was real cute, as she had long shoulder length hair,
dark brown eyes and stood five foot plus.  She had a fine figure and looked
to have full breasts for her size.  I'd always kinda of lusted after her,
but had never had the opportunity to hit on her.  And this again is another
story for a later date.

   Thank God for her, as Eudora led me right to where Eric was standing
celebrating their win.  I gave her a quick hug of thanks and kiss on her
lips, before falling into my lover's willing arms.  He quickly stripped off
his jersey and slipped it over me and, then as the team ran to the locker
room, Eric kept me hidden away from the coaches' eyes by keeping me in the
middle of the thundering pack.

   Once we reached the locker room, Eric pushed me into a broom closet. 
Haha!  Lucky I'm pretty short and not claustrophobic.  Eric dawdled until
everybody else had left.  Even the coaches had left; in fact they were
among the first to leave, but you could hardly blame them.  It was fairly
late now and they'd been working since early in the morning.  Finally,
after what seemed forever, Eric pulled open the broom closet.

   He was standing before me, beautifully naked.  "Hehe," I giggled at him.

   "Little Sara," my fine looking love said, "you won the game for us."

   "Hehe," I replied.  Sorry, I had just been through too much to be any
kind of a conversationalist.  I immediately saw a bad prick arising and
took a hold of it with my right hand and pulled him to me.

   "Hey!" Eric complained.  "Be careful!  You could break that, you know."

   "Hehe," I replied, "Fat chance of that," and letting go of his now fully
erected penis I hugged him to me in a full embrace.  He felt so good
against my bare body and you might not believe this with him being so much
taller than me, but we always seemed like a perfect fit to me.

   Suddenly I was just so horny even I couldn't believe it.  It must have
been my five days of celibacy had caught up to me with a vengeance.  I
began to kiss him everywhere on his body.  It was very unlike me.  With
men, I was usually the kissie, not the kisser.  I kissed and licked him all
over his broad chest and even suckled his little nipples, they looked so
cute.  Believe it or not, they grew bigger.  Eric began squirming around. I
think he was a little sensitive there.  I continued kissing him down his
belly, until I reached his thick patch of pubic hair.  I bypassed his
pulsating tool (haha!  sorry, private joke) that was threatening to stab me
in my eye and lifted it up with my hand and began licking and kissing his
balls.  Oh, you should have heard him then, moaning and carrying on.  Boy,
men lose all sense of pride during sex, don't they?

   I was licking and kissing the inside of his thighs, when suddenly my
strong and beautiful honey exclaimed, "Sara enough!" and he pulled me up
and embraced me again, while telling me how much he loved me and how he
wanted to do nothing else with the rest of his life except make love with
me.  It felt so good I swear it gave me a little adrenaline rush, but men
will tell you some crazy shit, I know that.

   I started rubbing as much of my naked body against his vigorously, until
he finally understood my unspoken message that I was fully ready to get it
on.  Mwahaha!  Eric broke the embrace and he led me into the coaches'
office and gently lay me on the couch there.  It's a good thing I'm not
very tall because this thing was short, but it actually ended up helping
us, as it caused Eric to have to hover over me on his knees and elbows. 
Looking down at me with reverence, it made feel wonderful that he wasn't
yet taking me for granted.  Believe you me, that can happen and when it
does, it's a stone drag.

   When he continued crouched there with love in his eyes, I grew impatient
and exclaimed, "Hey, take a picture, they last longer.  Let's get it on."
I'm so wicked.

   Eric laughed deeply and agreed, "Alright, little Bubblegom, let's get it
on!"

   The second he inserted his huge prick into my completely distended
pussy, I felt ready to explode it felt so wonderful.  I quickly lifted my
legs up and wrapped them around his waist, crossing them at my ankles. 
This allowed more room for him on that short couch, thereby making it more
comfortable, but it also allowed him to reach places inside of me that his
prick couldn't ordinarily reach.

   Resting on his elbows, he thrusted into me again and again, harder and
deeper.  Good God almighty!  I never got tired of this.  It was better than
any drug I ever tried and I tried a lot of them later on, but that's
another story; although none of them ever felt this good.  My whole body
tingled and my mind was on fire.  My heart was pumping a hundred miles an
hour.  I loved him so damn much.  "Go for it!" I cried out.

   "I am," he smiled at me.

   "I know," I smiled back.

   Suddenly I realized from the look in his eyes, he was going to climax
any second, so I let mine go.  "I love you, Eric!" I screamed, as the cum
rolled out of me, while my love shot his heavy load of love seed into me.
He kept thrusting for several minutes, until we were completely dry and
then he gently lowered himself onto me.  I just grabbed on to him in the
tightest hug I could and also increased the pressure around his waist with
my legs.  We remained locked like that for several minutes, until suddenly
there was a timid knock on the door from the outside of the school.

   "Oh shit," I heard Eric mutter.

   "Just ignore it," I suggested.  "Maybe they'll go away."

   "No," my stud quarterback answered.  "We can't afford to have someone
hanging around outside knocking on the door for any length of time.  Who
knows what attention they may call to themselves."

   As he started to rise off of me, I tightened my legs further around his
waist and advised, "Oh no, you're not going anywhere."

   "Oh yeah," Eric responded, "we'll see about that," and he began to
tickle me everywhere he could reach.  I'm very ticklish and he knew that.
By the way, I've heard the theory that the more ticklish you are, the more
sexually repressed you are also.  I think I'm living proof that that theory
is a crock of shit!  Mwahaha!  He had no difficulty getting loose after
tickling me.

   "You booger!" I exclaimed.  "No fair!"

   "Haha!" he laughed, on his way to the door.  I jumped up and followed
directly behind him.  As he threw the door open, I observed, while standing
directly behind him, the startled expression on Krista's beautiful
features, as she stood staring at Eric's stark nakedness for the second
time in a little over a week.  Mwahaha!

   End of Part Twenty-Four



   It's a Party By Bubblegom Chapter Twenty-Five

   As Eric threw the door open, I observed, while standing directly behind
him, the startled expression on Krista's beautiful features, as she stood
staring at Eric's stark nakedness for the second time in a little over a
week.  Mwahaha!

   My new friend looked precious, as she stood all flushed appearing and
wearing an off the shoulder white top and blue jeans cut so low a little
bit of her white frilly knickers were visible.  Krista was staring directly
at my lover's penis, which was large even though it was in the flaccid
state, and she stammered, "Uh - uh." She looked so fuckin' beautiful
standing there that Eric's prick was growing longer just from his observing
her.  But that's the way my guy was - you didn't even have to get undressed
for him to get hard.  Mwahaha!

   Krista finally found her voice and managed to say, "I saw Sara out there
on the field not wearing anything and I'm worried about her, because I
couldn't find her anywhere on the field after the game."

   I laughed and stepped from around my lover.  "I'm right here."

   Krista flushed again, I suppose because she thought she interrupted us
making love.  "Oh, good.  Well, I'll be going then."

   "Oh no, you don't!" I exclaimed.  I stepped forward and clutched her by
the wrist and pulled her into the locker room, while Eric shut and locked
the door behind her.

   "W - What are doing, Sara?" the young beauty stammered.

   As if in answer, Eric stepped forward and began to kiss the bubbly
brunette, while I stepped behind her and unzipped her white top and then
lifted it over her arms and off her body exposing her pretty lacy bra that
appeared to be housing some fairly massive breasts.  Eric broke off his
kiss to kneel down and unbutton her jeans and pull them and her lace
knickers off her body, while I unhooked her bra liberating her beautiful
breasts.  She had adorable appearing nipples and I immediately began to
suckle one.  Oh man, it made me so hot, when I noticed she kept her pussy
area shaved completely.  I had never seen that before.  It caused her to
look so obscenely naked, I loved it.

   I couldn't help myself.  I immediately reached down with my left hand
and just began to gently rub her shaved area where her pubic hair should
have been.  It felt as smooth and naked as a baby's butt.  Mwahaha!  Krista
was squirming in our arms, but she wasn't protesting.  In fact, the only
sound the beautiful young woman was making was some low moaning.  Eric had
stood up and was running his hands all over her body in soft caressing.  I
inserted my tongue into her labia and lapped, until it became distended
somewhat and moisture had formed.  Eric was feverishly kissing her, while
Krista had finally reciprocated by inserting her tongue in his mouth.

   When I reached up with my left hand and began to manipulate her clit,
while I continued to tongue her labia, Krista couldn't help herself as her
body took over and she began to rock and thrust against my tongue and hand.
I could suddenly sense that she was going to go off like a sky rocket and I
told Eric to take her now.

   He glanced at me in surprise and I reiterated, "Go on, you big dummy. 
It's ok, I love this girl and you should too." And I did 'love' her too. 
She was beautiful and caring.  Krista was smart and funny and had this real
tight body going for her.  Besides all that, she shaved her cunt and I
could tell, we were gonna have some fun together.

   Eric swooped down and picked her up off her feet and carried her over to
our makeshift bed of towels.  I heard my beautiful friend gasp from
surprise and exhilartion.  My handsome lover lay her gently down on the
towels and then placed himself on top of her, his bare body leaning
completely on her nakedness.  It was getting me so hot, I couldn't help
myself.  I jammed three fingers into my cunt hole and begin to thrust them
in and out, as I watched Eric and Krista make love.

   Since there had been so much foreplay previously, they didn't waste any
time getting down to it, as Krista took Eric's huge erection and guided it
into her wide open pussy.  Eric hunched over her and thrusted his seven
inch prick into her hard and deep, over and over.  I was manipulating my
clitoris, while continuing to thrust my fingers deep into my vagina when I
suddenly began to orgasm.  Jesus, it was so good, as I sat there with cum
forcing itself out of me in sharp spasms, while Krista cried out, "Fuck me,
Eric!"

   Eric threw his head back in ecstasy, when he shot his hot load into the
tight body of my new friend.  I know he felt great having his second orgasm
within a fifteen minute interval and Krista was cumming the entire time. 
She later told me that it had been the best sex she had ever experienced
and she had multiple orgasms.  You go, girl!

   We remained in that locker room for most of the night, participating in
many sexual combinations.  It was almost like a new kind of sexual algebra
plus geometry.  We just about did it all.  I don't know about Eric, but
Krista and I could barely walk when we finally walked into the parking lot
in the predawn darkness.  On the other hand, it was a very satisfying sort
of pain.  Eric lent me his jersey, because of course I still didn't have my
dress and he gave us both a ride home.  My sister snuck down and let me
into the house and my parents were never none the wiser.  And that was that
for the homecoming football game of that year.  That night we had the
homecoming dance, but that's another story.  Mwahaha!

   End of Part Twenty-Five



   It's a Party By Bubblegom Chapter Twenty-Six

   I don't what the girls wore to the big dances at your school, but at our
school they wore these very long tight gowns that resembled nothing less
than a cross between a cotillion gown and a lounge singer's outfit. 
Mwahaha!  And besides appearing tacky as all get out, they were no good to
dance in, not even a slow dance, because of the aforementioned tightness.
Remember that black dress I wore way back at my birthday party?  Well,
that's what I wore.  Of course, since I had grown taller since my birthday
and weighed more (in proportion to my height), the dress was shorter and
tighter and, of course, it goes without saying that I looked very hot in
it.

   I actually shouldn't have been allowed to attend, since it was an
unwritten rule at our school that freshmen didn't appear at any of the
formal dances.  In fact, we had our own dance on Friday night after the
game, but I was busy that night doing my own kind of dancing.  Mwahaha! 
Besides Eric wouldn't have been caught dead at a freshman activity; even if
he had wanted to go, he still couldn't have gone, because of his position
in the hierarchy of the school social strata.  That's some bullshit there,
ain't it?  Haha!  By the way, when I successfully ran for the office of
school president, somebody wanted me to write down all the unwritten rules
for him.  I told him if I did that, then they wouldn't be unwritten.  He
didn't get it.  Mwahaha!  What a dummy.  Anyway that's a story for another
time.  As I was saying, I shouldn't have been allowed to attend the dance
although, with the power that Eric had, he was able to swing it quite
easily. I think the homecoming dance began at eight o'clock and we arrived
a little before nine.  You know us, fashionably late - haha!  Actually I
had a difficult time getting out of bed, due to our activities of the night
before.  Eric's such a sweetheart, he just waited patiently downstairs
letting my father bore him to death.  Of course, look at his payoff - me!
Mwahaha!

   We finally get there and get inside the gym.  Romantic, ain't it?  Big
dance in the gym, where you still smell the left over body odors from years
past.  By the way, for all you people who don't understand what a
homecoming dance is - tough shit!

   Of course, as soon as Eric walks in the whole place stops drop dead
still and then explodes in a cacophony of applause, screaming, and shouting
for the win over our bitterest rivals.  I'll tell ya this too, Eric was so
cool.  He just played it off, as if it were all a minor annoyance. 
Although I realized that inside he was digging the shit out of it.  In the
midst of it, he leaned over to me so I could hear him, because it had
remained very noisy and declared in his most sincere voice, "They're wrong,
you know.  You're the real hero of the game, we wouldn't have won it
without you."

   I know, I know, I'm an idiot, but it made me tingle all the way down to
the soles of my feet when he said that.  Mwahaha!

   When things began to return to normal, I realized they once again had
hired a lame-o band for the dance.  I don't what kind of bands your school
hired for dances, but ours always hired some group of old guys from
someplace like the Elks, or tigers or some animal.  And they always had
some guy that played the accordion.  Can you believe it?  The accordion! 
And they always thought they were so hip, if they played something like
'Raindrops keep falling on my head.' Mwahaha!  Lame, I'm telling ya.

   Eric, of course, had to make his little rounds of saying hello to
certain people, starting with the coaches and their wives, some of the
alumni, and such and therefore had to leave me on my own for a little
while. Normally that would be fine, because a lot of guys would use the
opportunity to hit on me or I would spend the time talking with my friends,
but this dance was different.  All the guys had dates and they dare not
leave their side to go rap with me and I didn't know most of the girls
there, because they were all upperclassmen.

   I was just standing there by the sidelines, minding my own business, and
waiting for Eric, when I suddenly hear spoken in a very snotty tone, "Well,
if it isn't little Sara.  What are you doing here, Sara?"

   I turned in the semi-darkness and glimpsed my accuser.  It was Muffy
Hamilton, or Misty, or Missy; you know one of the M names, whose fathers'
are always attorneys, or doctors, or CPA's, or CEO's.  I answered, "I'm
attending the dance, M----, the same as you." I always slurred her name, so
as to not be caught out that I didn't remember it.  She became very snotty,
if she discovered you didn't remember her name, and personally I wasn't
looking for any trouble - not on tonight of all nights.

   She then answered me, "You may be here at the dance, but you're
certainly not the same as I." 'Thank God for small favors,' I thought to
myself.  She then turned to her little entourage of sycophants that
followed her everywhere the way feeder fish follow sharks and they
appropriately tittered at her latest lame attempt at a witticism.

   Muffy, Misty, or Missy returned her attention to me and, as she looked
my outfit up and down, I thought, 'Oh Christ, here it comes!' Now you have
to understand right off, her gown was one of most horrific formal gowns I
had even seen.  It was some kind of horrid shade of pink, that combined
with her long red hair, was completely wrong for her.  That pink bounced
off her skin tones making it look, as if she were going to stroke out at
any second, although maybe she was going to, I don't know.  The top of the
gown looked like the top of a ballet outfit and had sparkles on it.  Haha!
Honest to God, it had sparkles all over it, and the bottom of the gown
flared way out, as though it had a bustle beneath it.  It didn't as it
turned out, but I'm getting ahead of myself.

   Muffy, Misty, or Missy announces for all in the vicinity to hear, "It's
too bad, Sara that you couldn't afford anything to wear to the dance."

   Ok, that did it, as far as I was concerned!  It was ok to dis my dress,
but not to indicate that I was some kind of poor urchin child for all to
hear.  Consequently I responded, "Oh M---, how lucky you are.  Did they
have a sale of some of the outfits used in 'Gone with the Wind?' Mwahaha!"
'That ought to fix her,' I thought.

   She turned bright red from anger and glared at her companions, when the
empty headed twits got confused and tittered at the wrong time.  Losing her
thin veneer of civilized behavior altogether, she snapped at me, "Listen
here you little cunt.  I'll wipe the floor with that rag you're wearing."

   Luckily before I could respond, Eric magically appeared at my elbow;
apparently drawn by the negative vibrations that were being emanated. 
"Good evening, Ms.  Hamilton," Eric suavely intoned, while slightly bowing.
Goddamn it!  He didn't use her first name.  I still didn't know what it
was. The bitch actually blushed at my lover's attention to her.  'Aha!' I
thought.  'Hands off, bitch!'

   "We'll just be going," Eric explained, as he took me by the elbow and
steered me away from the dangerous reef I had almost rammed myself on. 
"Sara, what the heck are you doing?" he whispered to me, as we moved out on
to the dance floor.

   That was Eric's version of confronting me.  He was so sweet.  I said in
a totally innocent voice, "What do you mean, lover?"

   He wasn't falling for that, but he knew better than to argue with me. 
I'm like a dog with a bone in an argument.  I just won't let go, haha. 
Eric led me out on to the dance floor and we began slow dancing to the
band's version of - get this - 'Roll Me Over in the Clover." Pathetic, but
I could have used a roll from my lover just about then, let me tell you. 
The next thing I know somebody had asked Muffy, Misty, and Missy to dance
and they're out there too.

   A minute later that bitch is giving me the hip, as they swirled by us.
She knocked me into Eric, who recognizing what happened, suggested, "Just
let it go, Sara.  We don't need any trouble."

   And he steered us away from them, or so he thought, but a minute later
she did it again.  Eric could see me becoming flush from anger, and he
suggested we sit this one out.  But you know - the best laid plans and mice
and men, etc. As we were crossing the floor to leave, she (lets just call
her Muffy) bumped into me one more time and this one was the worst.  It
sent me sprawling onto my face on the gym floor with my entire bare
backside on display, as my short dress had flown up.  "Mwa ha!" Muffy
laughed her big horse laugh.  "The dumb bitch can't afford underwear."

   Now Eric had more than enough sense to back away, because he realized he
wasn't going to talk me out of this one.  I slowly regained my feet, giving
myself time to get my breath back and to calm down a little.  It really
doesn't do to enter a fight too over amped with anger.  The dancers had
cleared a large circle.  The teachers, who were acting as chaperones,
weren't paying the slightest bit of attention to us.  They probably thought
it was a special kind of dance.  It was in a way, because I stared at Muffy
with my most menacing look and declared, "Let's dance."

   I'll say this for her; she was game to go, but then again she probably
did think she could whip my ass.  She stood at least four inches taller
then me and had an extra twenty pounds weight advantage.  But she was
wearing her high heels, while I had already kicked mine off to the side.

   Muffy replied, "I'm gonna kill ya, you cunt."

   "Come on," I indicated, motioning with my hands.

   Muffy was indeed smarter than most of the girls I fought.  She did
nothing risky and moved slowly, but purposely; although it didn't matter in
the long run, because I was just so much faster than she was.  She stepped
inside and attempted to grab me in a headlock, which, I'm sure with her
height and strength, she could have inflicted great pain on me with.  I
slipped it easily and reached down and clutched the waistband of her full
skirt and pulled it down and off her in one sweep.  Man, you should have
heard her scream then.  I assumed she would be wearing about twenty
petticoats, but no way.  All she was wearing below the waist beneath her
gown was a very thin thong.  And guess what?  She had a hot figure, I was
amazed and she had a few random strands of red pubic hair peeking out from
the thong.  I loved that!

   Of course, once I ripped off the bottom half of her gown, Muffy became
completely insane and lost all emotional and physical balance.  She started
screaming at me, while she insanely charged me.  I sidestepped her the way
a matador would a bull and whipped off her top as she ran by.  And that's
when I got my second surprise.  She was wearing some weird sort of wrap
around her breasts, which almost flattened them completely.  Apparently she
had huge breasts and wasn't happy with them or something.  I don't know,
some chicks are strange like that.

   When I pulled her top off her, she stumbled and fell hard on to the gym
floor.  I quickly leaned down and relieved her of the rest of her clothing,
including her high heel shoes!  When she pulled herself to her feet and
realized she was standing stark naked at the home coming dance, I think her
mind snapped.  She began screaming at the top of her lungs and ran off
wildly out of the gym and into the hallway.

   'Oh no, you don't,' I thought.  'You're not getting off that easily.'
And I took off sprinting after her.  Once I reached the corridor, I saw her
already at the far end and still running wildly.  I realized I would never
catch her in the tight dress I was wearing, so I whipped it off.  Mwahaha!
You were waiting for that, weren't you?  I took off after her again, this
time being able to run much faster.

   I fully expected about half the dance crowd to be following us soon, but
what happened was Eric stopped them by blocking the door and quietly
suggesting to let us work it out for ourselves.  What a man my lover was;
the quarterback for the unbeaten football with a sure athletic scholarship
to wherever he wanted, a straight A student, that he earned with hard work
and study, the respect of his peers and of course - me!  Mwahaha!

   As I pounded along behind Muffy, I suddenly realized that I had been
fooled by her traveling with her little group of stooges into not realizing
she hadn't come with a date.  No one had asked her!  Of course I
immediately felt sorry for her and, as is my way, my anger just evaporated
as water returns to the sky.  I continued to run after her, but I had a
different agenda in mind now.

   Muffy suddenly veered right into the teacher's lounge, I was uncertain
as to why.  I didn't know if she was hoping to fool me, just couldn't run
any further or was just ready to fight.  I followed right behind her and
there she stood waiting for me - legs spread wide and her hands on her
hips! She looked gorgeous.  Gasping for breath, flushed with her recent
efforts, she had huge breasts, a narrow waist and her red haired pubic
thatch looked wild and overgrown.  Muffy, indeed!

   Muffy exclaimed with some shock in her voice, "Sara, where are your
clothes?"

   "Right here," I explained, as I threw my dress over on a table.

   I advanced on her as Muffy attempted to take on a fighting stance, but
she appeared just too exhausted to fight anymore.  That was good as far as
I was concerned.  I stepped up and embraced her firmly pressing our naked
bodies together.

   "You're beautiful," I murmured to her.

   "No, I'm not!" exclaimed the young woman emphatically and she attempted
to push me away, but I hung on as if for dear life and it might have been
so - hers.

   "Yes, you're are," I reaffirmed, while reaching down with my left hand
and pressing on her clit.  "But why do you try to hide your breasts so?"

   "I'm not pretty," Muffy insisted, while squirming to my ministrations of
her clit. "I'm ugly."

   "What the fuck are you talking about?" I demanded, while reaching behind
and pressing her even closer to me.

   "I'm ugly!  My father has told me that every day of my life.  My breasts
offend him.  He wanted a son, so I try to be his son."

   "Oh my Gawd," I complained, "I've heard some happy horsecock in my life,
but that takes the cake.  Your father needs to be stripped naked on cable
TV and flogged with a whip until he is bloody and near dead.

   Muffy giggled.  I think her nerves had been stretched so thin, between
me and being stripped naked and now this, that she had finally cracked. 
Her giggles turned into guffaws and she laughed and laughed.  I took this
opportunity to lead her over to the couch in the teacher's lounge and lay
her on it, in more ways than one.

   I lay down on top of her beautiful body, while continuing to push on her
love button and I also began to passionately kiss her snaking my tongue
into her beautiful mouth.  Muffy finally decided to get into the spirit of
the occasion and she returned my kisses, while moving her hand behind and,
locating my labia, she stuck three fingers into my distended pussy.  Oh
God, now this felt good.  We were both moaning and writhing on the couch.

   Muffy asked, "Sara, would you call me a name?"

   "Sure," I groaned, thinking she wanted me to call her something dirty or
maybe I was finally gonna learn her real name.  "What is it?" I asked,
while continuing to move her clitoris.

   "Little Bit," was her surprising answer.

   I am almost laughed right in her cunt, until I realized it was probably
her childhood name and remembered that my name from my childhood was
Bubblegom.  I was awfully glad I hadn't laughed, when she froze me with her
next words.  "My daddy used to call me Little Bit, back when he loved me."
And then she began to sob uncontrollably.  I began to tear up myself.  I
can't stand to hear someone else cry, it always make me cry also.  I
stopped what I was doing and reached up and just hugged her to me and even
rocked her a little, as she continued to cry.  Finally she began to gain
some control over her sobbing.

   "I'm so sorry," she sniffled.

   "Nothing to apologize for," I told her.  Suddenly I understand it all -
her way of dressing, her lack of boyfriends, and her snotty attitude. 
Actually she was a sad little girl.  After my rocking had induced her to a
near drowsy state and she appeared happier, I whirled around on the couch
and stuck my cunt up into her face, while I was left facing her labia for
some 69 action.

   "What's this?" Little Bit asked surprised.

   "That's my pussy," I giggled.

   "Well, I know that.  What's it doing here?"

   "Oh, it's just hanging around," I replied.

   We both start laughing after that.  She took my hint, after I began to
lap her open labia, while manipulating her clit with my hand.  I have no
idea to this day what she was doing back there, but good grief, whatever it
was felt heavenly.  I don't know if she had stuck her nose up me, or a
zucchini, or her whole damn hand, but whatever it was she kept thrusting it
into me again and again until the cum cascaded from me.  It felt so fuckin'
good.

   Suddenly Little Bit was moving around so much it was difficult for me to
stay on her and her body started twitching and writhing and finally it was
as if she experienced a death spasm, which it in a way it was, since it was
death to the old her and birth to the new Little Bit and her orgasm came
flowing out of her.  "Fuck you daddy!" she screamed.

   I reversed my position once again, and lay cuddled with her for a few
minutes, while we intermittently kissed.  "That was wonderful, Sara,"
declared Little Bit.  "I would like to do that again sometime."

   "I think that can be arranged." I smiled at the young beauty.  Suddenly
I heard Eric clear his throat in a stage cough and then he stepped into the
room, carrying Little Bit's outfit.

   "I hope I'm not interrupting anything.

   I offered Eric my best smile.  "Hi lover," I called out.  "No, we're
finished."

   At that statement, I couldn't help but notice that my new friend blushed
deeply and I giggled at her.  My main squeeze handed Little Bit her outfit
and then gallantly turned his head while she donned her attire, even though
he had certainly been looking at her nakedness the entire time.  I used
this opportunity to also dress.

   We all walked out of the school together; Little Bit having decided she
had no further interest in returning to the dance.  She told me later that
she went right home, stood in front of her father as he sat in his easy
chair reading the newspaper as he did every evening and stripped off
completely and yelled, "Look at me, daddy!  I'm your daughter, not your
son!" Good for her, I say.  Mwahaha!

   Later we were parked in Eric's driveway and rutting like wild animals in
the back of his SUV.  We were both stark naked and Eric was hunched over my
behind plunging into me dog style, when he suddenly spoke, "You know, Sara
I was there the whole time you were with Little Bit."

   "Little Bit!" I exclaimed.  "You heard all that?"

   "Uh huh," Eric smiled.  "And I just wanna tell you - you're something
else."

   "Oh yeah," I responded.  "Well, I'm a lot more than that and don't you
forget it!  Mwahaha!"

   End of Part Twenty-Six



   It's a Party By Bubblegom Chapter Twenty-Seven

   The homecoming game and dance were on Friday and Saturday, so when
Sunday came around I bet you think I was just glad to stay at home and rest
up?  Wrong!  I wasn't an old fart, who needed rest.  I was more than ready
to keep the party going, but Eric said he couldn't.  He told me (I'm using
my whiny tone here) that he needed to stay home and study all afternoon and
evening, because he had mid-terms coming up.  Well, excuse the hella out of
me.  Like Mr.  Perfect still wouldn't go, wherever he wanted to, when it
became time to choose a college.  I don't want to sugarcoat it here, I was
pissed.  I mean I usually couldn't see him during the week because of
football and everything, so all we had together was the weekend.  I was
actually wondering if my charms were beginning to fade as far as Eric was
concerned and I was losing him to somebody; but that's a different story.

   So anyway, after I had my little blowup at him over the telephone on
early Sunday afternoon, I didn't hear anything more from him on that day. I
realized I wouldn't unless I called him, which I was still too angry to do.
Eric knew better than to call me, when I was pissed at him.  Mwahaha!  So I
found some stuff to do.  I watched Mtv for a while; you have to remember
this was five years ago.  And I worked some on my writings.  I bet you
didn't know I wanted to be a writer - haha!

   In the evening I went online and began surfing around looking to get
into trouble.  I love hentai and every once a while you see these lengthen
your penis ads.  Have you ever seen those?  They show some guy supposedly
after taking the pills or using whatever the exercises or machine they are
selling is and he has this obvious plastic prick that's about fifteen
inches long!  They're hysterical!  Mwahaha.

   Suddenly the instant message box came on.
Eudora: Hey, Sara is that you?

   It was Eudora.  Remember the girl who rescued me after the football game
fiasco?  Well, if you don't, go back and read chapter twenty-four. 
Mwahaha!
Sara: 'Yeah, it's me.  What's up?'

   I can be so banal when I'm online.
Eudora: Are you okay?  I was worried about you after the game.

   Sara: 'Oh yeah, I'm great.  Btw thanks a lot.  I don't know what would
have happened without you coming along.  Those people were getting kinda
weird.'
Eudora: Hey, np.  That was de bomb what you did.  You saved the game!
Sara: 'Aw, I wouldn't go that far.'

   But I was eating that shit up with a silver spoon.

   Eudora: Plus, it was so funny.  I was rolling around laughing.  What are
you doing online anyway?  I've never seen you on very much.

   Sara: 'Oh, Mr.  straight A's Eric has to study for mid-terms.  He hasn't
got time to play.
Eudora: Oh, bummer.  Sounds like he has his priorities twisted.
Sara: 'Mwahaha!  Yeah, I think you're right.'
Eudora: Hey, you wanna do something?
Sara: 'Like what?  I haven't got much money to go out.'
Eudora: Oh, I can't go anywhere on Sunday night.  Is anybody around?
Sara: 'What'd you mean?  Is anybody at my house?'
Eudora: No, where's your computer?
Sara: 'It's in my bedroom.'

   Eudora: Btw call me Eud, all my friends do.  Are you alone in your
bedroom?
Sara: 'Hang on a minute.'
Eudora: Okay.

   As I went to lock my bedroom door, I had more than an inkling where this
was headed and I was becoming excited already.  As I've already said,
Eudora was prime Grade A, as she had long shoulder length hair, dark brown
eyes and stood five foot plus.  She had a tight little figure, weighed
about ninety pounds and looked to have full breasts for her size.  I'd
always kinda of lusted after her, but had never had any real chances with
her before.

   I returned to my seat in front of my computer and entered
Sara: 'Okay, I'm alone.'

   Eudora: Ok, good.  I'm gonna send you a pic of me, but you have to
promise me you'll never show it to anybody else without my say so or I
won't send it.
Sara: 'I won't show it to anybody, I swear to God.'
Eudora: Ok, wait a minute.  I'll get it and send it.
Sara: 'Ok.'

   I waited for a few minutes and then
Eudora: Ok, I sent it.  Tell me when it comes in.
Sara: 'Ok.'

   Another minute passed and then the very familiarly obnoxious voice
announced I had mail.
Sara: 'Ok, it's here.  I'm going to get it.'
Eudora: Good, I'll wait.

   I moved the computer hand up and opened my mail.  It was a download and
a picture, so it took a couple of minutes to complete the proper procedure.
Imagine my surprise when I was offered the opportunity to view the file and
I selected yes and was taken to a picture of Eud stark naked!  Oh man, she
was way fine.  I hadn't been wasting my time lusting after her.
Sara: 'Hey, that's great, thanks.'
Eudora: Np.  Is there a pic of yourself you can send me?
Sara: 'I'm not sure.  Let me think for a minute.'

   The problem was there were no pictures of me in the nude ever taken,
except those taken by those middle-aged pervs and they didn't give me any
extra prints.  Mwahaha!  Then I suddenly remembered that picture of me
riding Harley that Kristine had taken.  I stood up, moved to my desk and
took it out of where I had hidden in my drawer.
Sara: 'Sorry, hang on, I have to scan it.'
Eudora: Sure, I can hardly wait.

   I placed the pornography on the scanner and that's what it was
pornography, and copied it in a minute and then sent it to her.  Little did
I know how that thing was gonna come back and haunt me.  I could certainly
tell when Eud received it because
Eudora: Wow!  wow!  wow!  That's so hot.  Is that the lifeguard guy?"
Sara: 'Yeah, that's him, he was good too.'
Eudora: Hehe.  I bet.  I've always fancied him some myself.
Sara: 'Haha, yeah, but he was kinda stupid.'
Eudora: Who cares?  Look at the size of his prick!
Sara: 'Yeah, you're right.'
Eudora: What are you wearing?
Sara: 'Just a halter top and a pair of cut offs.  What are you wearing?'
Eudora: Nothing, I'm naked.
Sara: 'Hehe, just the way I like my women.'

   I quickly removed my outfit and then said,
Sara: 'Ok, I'm naked too.'
Eudora: Are you looking at my pic?
Sara: 'Yep, are you looking at mine?'
Eudora: You're beautiful, you know?
Sara: 'You're very hot yourself.  What are you doing?'

   Eudora: I'm kissing you passionately and sticking my tongue way down
your throat.

   Sara: 'Oh God, that's good, I'm running my hands all over your hot
little body.'
Eudora: Oh yeah, I'm running mine all over you.

   I began to rub my hands all over my body.  It felt so good, much better
than if I just done it without any stimulation.
Eudora: Now I'm sucking on your nipples and they're getting much bigger.

   I began to rub my nipples really hard and pinched them until they arose.
Sara: 'I'm kissing you all around your cunt.  How does it feel?'
Eudora: Oh, it feels great.  Let's go over to your bed.
Sara: 'Ok, I'm tonguing your clit now.  It's getting real hard.'

   Eudora: Oh God!  It feels so good.  I rammed four fingers into your cunt
and I'm working them in and out.

   It was then I went over to my dresser and pulled open the bottom drawer.
I took out the eight inch dildo I had hidden there.  I sat back down at the
computer, spread my legs as wide as they would go and rammed that sucker
straight in.  Oh God!  It was so good.  That thing was not only long, but
it was super wide.  My cunt walls formed around it like a suction cup.  I'm
surprised I could move it in and out at all.  I'll say this for Eud.  She
was really good at this.  I knew she had to be playing with herself too,
but she kept sending me messages.  It was all I could do to type one handed
once in a while.

   Eudora: I'm continuing to work my fingers in and out of you.  You still
stimulating my clit, right?
Sara: 'Yeah.  It's getting real hard.'

   Eudora: Okay, while continuing with my fingers in your pussy, I'm
tonguing your clit.  God, I love your body so much.  You're making me so
hot.  I can't stand it.  I remove my fingers and lay my naked body down
against yours and we begin to rub our clits against each others'.
Sara: 'I love you, Eud!'

   I did love her right then as I continued to plunge that eight-inch love
piston into myself over and over, harder and harder until suddenly I was
moaning softly while my cum came spilling out all over the dildo.  As I sat
in complete ecstasy and sexual satisfaction, I stared at her picture and
thought, 'Oh yeah, I gotta score this chick for real.  She is so hot
lookin'.  I know - we'll have a slumber party.' I was finally able to write
Sara: 'I saw, I conquered, I came.  Mwahaha!'
Eudora: Haha!  Sara, you're a trip.  I came a while ago.
Sara: 'God, you were excellent.  We'll have to do this again.'
Eudora: Sure, but you were great too.  And I really dig your picture.
Sara: 'Oh yeah, don't let anything happen to mine.'
Eudora: Ok, I won't.

   A knock came on my door.  "Sara," my little sister called out, "Mom said
come to dinner."

   "Ok, I'll be right down," I replied.
Sara: 'Shit, I have to go eat.'
Eudora: Ok, it's been fun and Sara?
Sara: 'What?'
Eudora: Remember to wear some clothes to dinner.
Sara: 'Mwahaha!  Ok, see you in school tomorrow.'
Eudora: Ok, bye.
Sara: 'Bye.'

   In honor of Eud, I not only wore clothes to dinner, I wore some knickers
too, but first I pushed that dildo that was still hanging from me all the
way up and then I slipped my knickers over it and I left it like that all
evening.  God, that felt good!  Mwahaha!

   End of Part Twenty-Seven



   It's a Party By Bubblegom Chapter Twenty-Eight

   I didn't get a chance to see Eric at all during the next day at school.
Somebody told me they thought he had to go on a personal errand at
lunchtime, so I had lunch with Eudora, Christa, and Krista.  I know, I
know, but I'm not making this shit up.  I had two friends named Christa and
Krista.  Krista, you already know about, and Christa was a fourteen year
old beauty.  She was five feet, three and a half inches tall, had
shoulder-length brown hair with blonde highlights, bright blue eyes, a nice
bust for her age and long legs.  She had tan-ish ivory skin and long
fingers with black nails.  The young brunette was an excellent skate
boarder, considered herself a punk, and had an entourage of gay males that
were usually at her beck and call.  There's a funny story that goes along
with that, but that's for another time.

   The lunch was truly hideous.  It was some kind of meatloaf mystery meat,
with library paste being passed off as mashed potatoes and cardboard green
beans.  I don't know where they find this shit they serve us.  I ate my ice
cream sandwich and drank my iced tea.  I have to keep my girlish figure,
anyway - mwahaha!  We spent the rest of the lunch period throwing meatloaf
at people, when the teachers weren't looking.  It was great!  Haha!  When
the bell rang to go to the next period, we made plans to meet immediately
after school, since I realized Eric had football practice and I wouldn't be
able to see him anyway.

   The rest of the afternoon agonizingly crawled by.  I swear the clock had
a snail for the second hand.  But finally the final bell rang and that was
the fastest I moved all day getting to my locker and dumping my books off
and then meeting Krista and Christa.  I know, I know, but try living with
that - every time I would say Krista or Christa, they both would go 'Yeah.'

   At lunch time, we had made plans to go down to the mall.  It was only
about a mile from our high school and the walk was pleasant enough.  It was
down residential streets with sidewalks and usually there was not any major
problems associated with it.  As we were walking along, I saw Tiny about a
block ahead of us.  You remember that rather large lineman that brought me
a jersey the day I 'met' Eric?  Some introduction, huh?  That's starting
things off with a bang!  Mwahaha!  Anyway, I'm thinking, 'What the hell is
Tiny doing here, when they have football practice?' He didn't appear to be
injured in any way that I could see.

   "Hey, Tiny!" I cried out, as I can have a big mouth when I have to.  Ask
Eric.  Tiny hears me and waits for us to catch up with him.  He had a big
smile on his face, when we greeted him more intimately.  After all, I was
the quarterback's lady and it behooved him to be respectful, plus he always
had the hots for me after that day he saw me stark naked in the shower
room. I know, you're thinking that, of course, he had the hots for me after
seeing me completely nude, but let me tell you - I saw him completely naked
and I didn't have any interest at all in his lard bound butt.  Mwahaha!

   "Hey, Tiny," I asked, "why aren't you at football practice?"

   "We didn't have any," was his very surprising answer.  Tiny went on to
explain that the coaches were so happy over their win (their win?) that
they gave them the day off.  Hell, I should have gotten the week off for
the part I played in it, as far as I was concerned.

   Before I even had time to contemplate concerning where Eric was, if he
didn't have football practice, Christa asked, "Hey, isn't that Eric?" When
I turned my head, I sure enough observed him driving by in his new SUV, but
that wasn't what attracted my attention.  It was the beautiful and I mean
beautiful, as in drop dead gorgeous, raven-haired young woman sitting next
to him, as they flew by us.

   I felt as though I had been struck by a thunderbolt.  I couldn't move
and I was experiencing difficulty breathing.  My adrenaline was racing
through my body and I could feel my heart pounding and my ears ringing.  I
had never felt anything near that uncomfortable in my whole life.  I wanted
to chop that bitch up into little pieces and then I wanted Eric next!

   Christa innocently asked, "Who was that with Eric?" I observed from the
corner of my eye that Krista was making hand signals for Christa to remain
silent.  I turned to the both of them and said in a dead calm voice,
strangely enough, "I don't know, but when I find out she's dead meat.  And
Eric's next."

   Krista warned, "Now Sara, don't go off half-cocked.  You don't know for
certain who that was.  I just have a difficult time thinking that Eric
would cheat on you like that.  That could be his sister for all you know."

   "Yeah, she's right," Christa chimed in.

   "Yeah, sure," I replied bitterly.  "A sister, who he has never mentioned
and who I have never met.  Yeah, that's the ticket," I continued
sarcastically.  "It's really his cousin.  No, it's his mother.  No, wait
it's his aunt.  No, I have it.  It's his father."

   While I was vastly amusing Christa, who was laughing hysterically,
Krista just shook her head at me in disagreement and frowned at me. 
"You're just hurting yourself," my good friend pointed out.  "Why don't you
go over and find out for certain."

   "Oh yeah, I intend to," I responded with the utmost seriousness.  "I
surely intend to right now.  And I want you all to go with me."

   "Oh, sure," Christa agreed, while Krista shook her head emphatically. 
"No, I think this is between you and Eric," Krista explained.

   "If you don't go with me, I will fuck the two of them up and ask
questions later," I threatened.

   "That's extortion," the beautiful young woman complained.  "You're
blackmailing me to go along."

   "Yeah, I know." I grinned maliciously at her.

   Eric's house was a mile from the high school in the opposite direction
that the mall lay.  Luckily we had only traveled a minimum of the way
toward the mall, when we observed Eric, consequently we only had a little
over a mile walk to his home.  Krista attempted to make small talk on the
way, but the only person, who would talk with her was Christa, as I had
only one thing on my mind - vengeance is mine, saith the Sara.  Mwahaha!

   They might have thought I was kidding, although I think Krista knew
otherwise, but I wasn't.  I intended to take the butcher knife I knew was
in Eric's kitchen, and I intended to cut that bitch up into tiny little
pieces and feed her to Eric.  I am not a person to be fucked with or fucked
over.

   Soon we were standing in front of my erstwhile boyfriend's house.  Sure
enough his SUV was standing parked in the driveway.  As we approached the
front door, Krista suggested that she gain admittance and discover what was
really going on and then she would report to me.

   I realized what she was doing, that she was going in and warn them about
me being outside, but I pretended to believe her intentions and to go along
with them.  Christa and I hid in the hedge shrubbery, by the side of the
house while Krista knocked on the front door and was invited inside.

   "Come on," I ordered Christa waving her along, as I quickly approached
the front door.

   "I thought we were going to wait for Krista," responded the attractive
brunette young woman.

   "No way," I explained.  "I don't trust her.  She's gonna tell them about
us outside here."

   "Why would she do that?" Christa persisted.

   "To try and prevent me from fucking them up," I answered.

   "Oh, I get it, but what are we doing?"

   "We gonna try and get in without them discovering us and then we'll go
hide in Eric's room.  I know that sooner or later he's gonna take her in
there to fuck her little itty bitty brains out, and I'll be ready for them.
Mwahaha!" I exclaimed.

   "Shhh!" Christa cautioned me, as I had gotten carried away as usual.

   Our luck held and the front door was not locked.  Five minutes later, we
stood inside of Eric's room.  It made me sick.  The room was spotless and
everything was put up into it's place.'He's so anal-retentive,' I thought.
This was the same room that I thrilled to last week as being an example of
how serious minded my lover was.

   "What are you doing?!" Christa asked, naturally alarmed, as I had
stripped off all my apparel and stood before her stark naked.

   "When he brings that bitch up here to fuck her, I'm gonna wait 'til he
begins his little love spiel and then I'm popping out of the cake, so to
speak to ruin his timing.  Then I'm gonna fuck the two of them up, starting
with her."

   "Uh, Sara," Christa started to say.

   "Quiet!" I commanded.  "I think they're coming," as I heard someone
talking on the stairs to the second floor.  "Quick, get under the bed,
while I hide in his closet."

   Christa immediately did as I suggested without any further questions
asked.  She was great to have along in an emergency, as she kept her cool
at all times.  I managed to just make it into the closet before the bedroom
door opened and Eric and the mystery guest signed in.

   Oh yeah, she was gorgeous.  The sight of her made my stomach turn; great
big tits, narrow waist and long legs.  God, I thought I was gonna barf I
was so upset. "Oh, Eric," she whined, "whatever are we going to do?"

   "I'm not sure, she certainly wasn't outside and I'm worried about it,"
my turncoat exboyfriend complained.  I realized they were talking about me.
They were probably worried about what my attack would be and when.

   "Well," that bitch replied, "I guess there's nothing we can do about it
right now.  Should we just go on with everything as planned."

   "Yeah, I guess so," was the prick's answer.

   'That does it,' I thought, and I ripped open that closet door and
launched myself onto that two-bit whore, before anyone really knew I was in
the room.  All hell broke loose after that.  Eric kept calling out my name,
which I ignored because my justice would not be interrupted.

   That bitch was fully dressed, but wouldn't be when I'd gotten finished
with her and then I would cut her into tiny pieces.  I quickly tore off her
sweater and matching skirt (oh how utterly collegiate, excuse me while I
gag) before she knew what had hit her.  It was nothing after that, even
though she had stood up, to tear off the rest of her clothing leaving her
as stark naked as me.

   I was just getting ready to jump on her sorry ass and rip her a new one,
when Christa crawled out from underneath the bed and distracted me
momentarily.  She explained to me later that she did it on purpose, because
she honestly felt I was being extremely wrong-headed about all this.  All I
have to say is it takes a very good friend to strip herself naked in front
of strangers just to help you out, as that's what Christa had decided on
doing, knowing it would divert me for, at least, a short time.  And that's
exactly what it did, as she was extremely beautiful.  I thought she would
be beneath her clothing, but seeing is believing as they say.

   I returned my attention once more to the naked whore still standing in
front of me, when suddenly Krista pounded up the staircase from the lower
floor calling out as she ran, "Stop it Sara!  She really is Eric's older
sister."

   "Oh get real," I snapped at her, as she bounded into the room.  "That's
too weak.  How come I've never heard of her?"

   "Because she's been away at college," Eric answered, stepping toward me.
"I went to pick her up at the airport at lunch time today."

   "Then how come you didn't tell me about it?" I demanded.

   "Because you hung up on me yesterday, before I had a chance to tell you,
and I know how you are when you're mad at me.  I knew there was no way I
could have called you back," Eric explained.  "I thought that I would see
you this morning before class, but I couldn't find you anywhere."

   "Oops," I giggled.  "I was late again."

   "I should have attempted to send you an email yesterday and tell you,"
decided Eric, "but I figured you would probably ignore that too.  Sara,"
Eric went on to formally introduce us, even though it seemed rather
ludicrous at the time since we both were standing there completely nude. 
"This is my sister, Erica.  Erica, this is my wild and crazy girlfriend,
Sara."

   "Mwahaha!" I exclaimed, while shaking Erica's hand.

   The beautiful young woman laughed a deep throated wonderfully melodic
sound and said, "Pleased to meet you, Sara.  I've heard a lot about you
from Eric, and I'm happy to see it's all true."

   I blushed under the heavy staring of Erica at my total nudity.  I know
that sounds rather funny for me to say, but this was my boyfriend's older
sister, who I had just met by tearing off all her clothes.  By the way, it
did occur to me as passing strange that Eric and her seemed so comfortable
with her standing there nude like that.

   I sensed rather than heard some movement to my right and as I turned my
head, I observed Christa removing Krista's clothing and Eric was already
standing completely nude.  'Oh, I get this picture,' I thought to myself
delightedly and I no longer felt uncomfortable with Erica's intense staring
at me.  Rather I was now completely at ease and I stepped up on my tip
toes, as the dark-haired beauty was several inches taller than me and
pulled her naked body next to mine.  Her skin felt like satin and it was
completely blemish free wherever you felt or looked.

   Erica fully embraced me in return, while beginning to rub her hands
gently all over my body.  It felt as though she was wearing some sort of
velvet gloves her hands felt so good.  As I was passionately kissing her,
while snaking my tongue into her open mouth, the raven-haired young woman
began to press against my clitoris as fast as she could with her finger. 
God, it was sending jolts of pleasure throughout my whole body much as if I
had been struck with an electric wire, but in a good way.  I had felt
moisture at the bottom of my completely distended labia.  I was more than
ready to be fucked!  I realized, even at the time, that a large part of my
pleasure was simply that I was being made love to by my boyfriends' sister
with him in the room.

   I felt my clit become hard as a rock through Erica's touch and I dropped
to my knees and did the same for her clit with my tongue, while she stuck
three fingers into my open labia and thrusted them in and out.

   "Oh, God Erica," I moaned almost completely over the top with lust.  I
took Eric's sister by the hand and led her to his bed, where I had lay more
than once with Eric, even though he would have to sneak me into the house.
I suddenly found myself wondering what his parents thought we were doing.
Well, I would imagine it wasn't anything like this, I laughed to myself.

   Erica lay on the bed and pulled me down on top of her.  As we kissed
each other over and over, snaking our tongues everywhere in each others'
mouth, we rubbed our clits against each other producing some of the most
pleasurable sensations I had ever felt up to that point.

   "Oh, Eric, I love your sister too," I cried out in my passion as the cum
cascaded from me matching Erica's orgasm in every way.  I continued to kiss
the beautiful college student and also to rub my breasts against hers the
entire time until suddenly I began to develop another orgasm arising deep
within me; somewhere buried so deeply it was almost primal in nature and I
screamed, as it was wrenched from me in spurts almost painfully.  It was
something I had never experienced previously.

   Erica pulled me up to her and almost crushed me in her embrace and we
lay cuddled the rest of the afternoon, as we watched the sexual cavorting
of Eric fucking the living daylights out of Krista, while Christa sat on
Krista's face while Krista ate out Christa's pussy.  (Sorry, but that's
their names.  Be glad this isn't one of those books on tape - mwahaha!) And
that's how I became introduced to Eric's sister.  Haha!

   End of Part Twenty-Eight



   It's a Party By Bubblegom Chapter Twenty-Nine

   Well, that had certainly turned out to be a rather weird start to the
week, didn't it?  We remained in Eric's bedroom for hours and continued our
initial sexual foray.  I switched between Erica and Eric the entire time.
And no you perv, we didn't do any threesomes of me and the brother and
sister act.  Although personally, I would have been up for it.  Hell, she
ain't my sister.  Mwahaha!  You know what they say about that particular
family situation, so I'm not gonna repeat it for you.  First Christa had to
go home at supper time, and then Krista had to go home in the early
evening. I stayed all night, because Erica called my house and spoke to my
mother and acted, as though she was Eric's mom and said that they just
adored me so much.  She asked if I could be allowed to stay there all
night; she would make sure I got off to school in the morning.  Of course
my mother gave her permission.

   I think I could be abducted by a child molester and he could call my
house and say, hey I'm keeping Sara overnight and they'd said alright. 
Mwahaha.  I think my mom was just burned out about me and had let go
emotionally, which of course is horrible parenting skills, but I loved it!
It fit all my schemes exactly.  By the way, speaking of child molesters and
I was, I personally don't think there is anything childlike about me any
longer, but to a middle-aged child molester I might look like hot lunch to
go.  Haha!  I'll tell you what - he or she, whatever the case may be, had
better be one hundred percent super vigilant, because if they aren't and
they let down for one second, I won't be cringing and crying.  Nope, I will
attack fully and attempt to cut out their genitals and stuff them in their
mouths.  Mwahaha!

   There is absolutely no earthly excuse for such human filth, as these
pedophiliac exploiters of children.  I personally know a number of young
women, who were sexually molested while growing up and I'm here to tell
you, they ended up plenty fucked up, emotionally and physically and will
stay that way, unless they make a decision to talk about it; and talk about
it a lot, and until they are able to work through it and let go of it.  As
incredible as it might sound to some of you, the young women themselves
feel guilty and take responsibility for the behavior that was inflicted
upon them.  Such is the twisted psyche of the child, who has been abused.

   Anyway, I slept all night sandwiched between Erica and Eric on Eric's
bed.  I felt so safe and secure for a change.  In the morning, I woke up
first and climbed up on Eric's early morning hard-on that young men are
well known for and began to plunge up and down on it.  As I was riding him,
Eric opened his eyes at last from his deep sleep, smiled when he saw me up
on top of him and murmured, "Is this rape, Sara?" "Mwahaha!" I laughed
heartily.  "You bet your ass it is!"

   Erica woke up from all the noise we were making, smiled when she
observed us and wished us good morning.  She then turned over on her side,
propped her head on her hand and turned our love making into a spectator
sport, while she worked her fingers in and out of her labia.  As Eric's
huge cock continued to be plundered by my descending and ascending pussy, I
was experiencing a completely new set of feelings concerning getting up in
the morning.  As precum moisture formed at the apex of my labia, I realized
I was going to cum very soon, so I whispered to Eric to go for it.

   Eric embraced me with his long arms and incredibly pulled himself up,
where he was facing me close enough to begin to passionately kiss me.  I
heard Erica moaning, as she began to experience her orgasm by her own hand,
although she was certainly using us as visual stimulation.  I wonder which
of us she was actually fucking in her mind?

   Eric arched his back, threw his head back in ecstasy and literally
howled like a werewolf in London, as he shot his hot load of cum into my
beautiful young body, which triggered my own orgasm to come or, should I
say, cum cascading from me.  God, it put a whole different slant on getting
up in the morning for school, believe you me.

   Right then his mother knocked on the door and called out, "Eric, have
you gotten up yet?"

   'Haha,' I thought.  'He certainly has!' I couldn't believe it, when he
was able to answer in his normal voice, "Yes, mom.  I'm up." My lover was
truly incredible. .... Eric and I finally did get to school and we were
actually on time, which was a first for me in my freshman year.  Mwahaha! I
was always tardy, but I always caused such hella situations in homeroom,
often by sitting at my desk in a manner that flashed my pussy everywhere
that my homeroom teacher was actually glad, when I was late and would never
report me for it.  Haha!

   At lunch time, I ate lunch with Eric and Krista.  It was one of the few
times that I could eat lunch with Eric, because usually the coaches wanted
the team to eat together.  Some crap about team unity - you know, the team
that eats together, shits together or something like that.  Mwahaha!  I
think the coaches were away until later in the afternoon at a seminar put
on by one of the college's football program.

   Whatever it was, Eric and I certainly took advantage of the opportunity
being offered to us.  We sat on the far side of a table in the middle part
of the row with our backs facing a cafeteria wall, while Krista sat across
from us.  No one could or would pass behind us.  As Eric prompted Krista to
talk about which university she wanted to attend after high school, and
what she would like to major in, I, very surreptitiously so as to not
attract Krista's attention or anybody else's for that matter, slipped my
right hand beneath the table and unbuttoned Eric's jeans and, then while he
acted as if he was just straightening up and changing his seating
arrangement in the chair, I pulled them and his underwear down to the
floor, leaving him basically sitting half naked in his chair in the school
cafeteria.

   He then snaked his left hand down under the table and pulled my short
skirt from my waist and then allowed it to drop to the cafeteria floor.  I
kicked the skirt off my feet, because it was preventing me from sitting
with my legs wide open.  I then lowered myself just a tiny bit lower in my
chair and reached over to Eric with my right hand under the table and began
to stroke his prick, which had already begun to grow substantially, since I
first pulled his pants down.  Eric sat with an idiot's grin pasted on his
face, as he stared at Krista.  I made a mental note to ask Eric, who he had
been thinking of when I was stroking his giant pecker.

   My lover now reached under the table to my lap with his left hand and he
began to roll my clit between two of his fingers, as though he had just
found a marble and was preparing to roll it on the floor.  Oh my God! 
Whatever he was doing to it felt so fucking good that it was all I could do
to not cry out in bliss.  As it was, it was causing me to move around in
the chair in a rather peculiar manner and Krista had begun to immediately
look at me with suspicious eyes.  I think she knew what was going on, but
didn't know how to confront it.

   The better I felt from my lover rolling my clit in his hand, the quicker
I stroked his penis under the table and visa versa.  Both of us were egging
the other one on to further heights.  When Eric and I began to moan lowly,
I'm sure the expressions on our faces were too much for Krista to bear and
she ducked her head under the table to confirm her suspicions, just as my
stud-bunny and I began to cum.

   "Oh my God!" she cried out.

   Even though my hips were twitching in my chair, because the cum that was
forcing itself from my body, I still had the wherewithal to caution Krista,
"Shh!  You wanna get us busted?"

   "But this is so wrong," Krista remonstrated with us, "beating each other
off in public," although I noticed her head remained hidden beneath the
cafeteria table, as she watched every bit of the semen shoot out of my
lover's big prick.

   When she finally resurfaced, her face was sweaty and quite flushed and
she was having difficulty with just sitting in her chair.  Mwahaha!  We
quickly readjusted our clothing, before somebody did see us.  Eric was
fortunate compared to me.  He had jockey shorts he could put on plus long
pants.  All I had was the short skirt.  Right, right, it's my fault I
didn't wear any knickers.  Like I knew in advance in the morning that Eric
and I were gonna masturbate each other in the cafeteria during lunch
period. I pulled up my short skirt and stood up.  I swear I heard myself
squishing down there and a few drops of cum dripped out.  I surely wanted
to reach the girls' washroom and get myself cleaned up before my next
class.

   Just before we left the cafeteria, Krista asked me what I was doing
after school.  I answered, "Nothing, why?"

   "Oh, I've just got some things I want to talk about," Krista explained,
attempting to sound nonchalant.

   'Oh, hell!' I thought.  'She really is upset about this masturbation
thing.'

   As if reading my mind, my beautiful friend laughed and explained, "It's
nothing bad, it's just some things I need to talk about with you."

   "Ok, sure, I guess so," I agreed.

   "Cool!" Krista responded.  "I'll meet you out front, as soon as school
lets out." Sure enough, my friend was a woman of her word and she was
patiently waiting for me outside the front of the school, when 3:30 pm
finally rolled around.

   "Hey," I greeted my beautiful friend, while walking up to her.

   "Hey, yourself," Krista laughed.  She had such a wonderful laugh, all
full of ringing musical bells and singing canaries.

   "Where we going?" I wondered.

   "My mom's here to give me a ride home.  Do you mind going home with me?"
Krista inquired.

   "Hell no!" I exclaimed.  "Let's ride, Clyde," and I took my friend by
the arm and escorted her to her mother's car.

   Her mother was real nice and treated us more like fellow human beings
instead of small children, unlike my wacky mother, who thought I was a very
sexy five year old.

   When we reached her home, we went upstairs but not to her room.  Instead
Krista asked me if I minded joining her in the bathroom.  I said, "Sure,"
but I guess my confusion was reflected on my face.

   "You'll understand in a moment," the beautiful teenage girl assured me.
After we both were in the bathroom and Krista had locked the door with the
inside lock, she directed, "Sara, would you be so kind as to remove your
skirt?"

   'Mwahaha!' I thought.  'Here we go,' and I quickly dropped my skirt on
the bathroom rug.  I leaned forward to kiss Krista, only to have her point
her finger at my pussy and ask seriously, "What's that?"

   "Your finger?"

   "Very funny - NOT!" Krista retorted.  "I'm being serious here, now
what's that?"

   I suddenly felt an overwhelming need to please my new best friend, so I
wracked my brain to understand what she was attempting to show me.  "My
pussy," I answered.

   "No, no!" the young brunette beauty impatiently exclaimed.  Krista began
to poke me just above my vagina with her finger for emphasis in her
frustration.  "Now what's that?" she demanded.

   "My pussy hair?" I attempted once more to appease her.

   Krista's entire body appeared to momentarily relax and she breathed a
sigh of relief.  "Close enough," she smiled.  I swear I could hear birds
sweetly singing whenever Krista smiled at me.

   "I actually meant your overgrown pubic hair," the young woman explained,
while straightening up.

   "What about it?" I asked suspiciously.

   "You certainly know it doesn't look good," Krista answered.

   "I know no such thing," I answered, feeling extremely put out about all
this.  'What the fuck is her problem?' I thought.  "Lots of guys say they
like it all wild like that," I further justified.

   "You certainly realize it doesn't look sexy," my good friend persisted.

   Oooh!  Not sexy!  That was hitting me where it hurts.  "Ok, truth time,"
I told Krista, causing her to breath another sigh of relief.  I realized at
that time she had found this extremely difficult and had been worried about
how I would take it.  That made me feel good to know that she cared enough
about me to confront me about an obviously sensitive subject.

   "I tried to shave one time and I cut myself and I vowed that I would
never do that again." My words all came out in a rush, due to my
embarrassment and anxiety concerning this subject.

   I could see the obvious sympathy in Krista's beautiful brown eyes. 
"Didn't your mother show you the right way to go about it?" she asked.

   "My mother!  Mwahaha!  I don't think she has any pubic hair and she had
her vagina sewed up immediately following my birth!"

   My beautiful friend giggled and then replied, "I'll show you all you
need to know."

   I spontaneously offered a hug to Krista and when I straightened back up,
I enthused, "I want mine shaved bald like yours."

   She arched her eyebrow the way I love.  "Are you sure?"

   "Yep, yep, I'm positive.  Yours' looks so hot!" I answered.

   Krista just smiled, but I could tell I had really pleased her.  "Okay,
just sit down there for a minute."

   While I lowered the toilet cover, and sat down, my good friend bustled
around the small bathroom gathering up the shaving gel, her woman's safety
razor and a pair of small scissors.  My pubic hair resembled nothing less
than a yard, which had grown unattended for years.  Krista realized she
surely needed to first prune back most of the growth with the scissors
before beginning to shave me.  She worked very slowly being extra careful
not to pull, pinch, or God forbid, cut me.  The pretty teenager understood
if she hurt me in any manner that that would be the end of the whole
undertaking.

   After Krista had cut my overgrown patch of pubic hair with the scissors
as short as she could, she applied the gel from the shaving cream can.  It
was somewhat cold and caused me to squirm around a little.  My friend
glanced up at me and smiled.  "We're almost finished," she explained.

   Krista was again as good as her word and, in a very few minutes, the
area surrounding my cunt was as bald as a baby's butt.  Rubbing it with my
hand, I exclaimed, "That's the bomb, dog!  It's looks great!  Thank you so
much," I gushed, as I once again spontaneously offered a hug to Krista.

   This time the beautiful young woman returned my embrace, while reaching
down with her hand and running her finger along my pussy lips.  Since I was
still sitting down, I reached up under Krista's skirt and pulled her
knickers down to her feet.  I unfastened her skirt and placed it on the
side of the bathtub - remember, neatness always counts - and then buried my
face in her lusciously naked cunt hole.

   "Oh God, Sara!" the young woman exclaimed, while running her hands
wildly through my hair.

   Her labia quickly opened completely under the ministrations of my tongue
and Krista was beginning to thrust her hips in rhythm with my tonguing,
helping me to go even deeper.  I was hotter than a firecracker myself with
some sexual fluid leaking from my completely distended labia on to the
toilet seat.

   I reached around the beautiful young woman with my right hand and pulled
her even closer to me.  Then I placed my middle finger into her virginally
tight rectum and pushed it all the way inside of her and thrusted in and
out.  "Oh Sara," Krista moaned, "Do me, do me!" Suddenly she arched her
back and twitched and quivered as the cum was forced from deep inside of
her.  "Oh, oh!" Krista cried out.  I drank down every drop and did not
remove my mouth from her glorious vagina, until she was completely spent.

   I then pulled my girlfriend down on my lap and hugged her close to me.
That's right, I now considered her my girlfriend.  I didn't tell her, I
didn't have to - she already knew.  We sat like that for a number of
minutes, hugging and randomly kissing, until suddenly there was a knock on
the bathroom door.

   "Krista, are you all ok?  I thought I heard someone moaning," her mother
called out.

   "No, mom.  We're fine, but thanks for asking," answered Krista.

   "Ok, dear.  Well, let me know if there's anything I can do to help."

   We listened quietly until we heard her mother walk away back downstairs.
I looked at my new love and exclaimed, "Mwahaha!"

   End of Part Twenty-Nine



   It's a Party By Bubblegom Chapter Thirty

   Before I knew it, we were looking at having a week off from school over
the Thanksgiving holiday.  A few of us were sitting around at Nicole's
house one afternoon after school the week before Thanksgiving and
discussing what we could do together during the week's vacation.

   "Let's have some kind of party," Kristine suggested.

   "A Thanksgiving party?  How would we ever do that?" Nicole asked.

   "Yeah, that's no good," I agreed.

   "Hey, how about some kind of giant sleep-over?" Krista inquired.  When
my lovely girlfriend observed the happy expressions on everyone's face, she
knew she had a hit on her hands.

   "But where can we have it?" Kristine wanted to know.  "We can't have it
at my house.  There's not enough room with all of my bothers and sisters."
That was much the same problem at my home.

   Nicole suggested, "Why not have it here?  We have plenty of room." Man,
that was an understatement.  Nicole was an only child and she virtually
lived in a mansion; at least a mansion compared to all our homes.  Her
father was either an attorney or some sort of high class crook; oh, sorry -
same thing.

   So the deal was struck.  The party would be held on the Friday following
Thanksgiving, beginning about seven o'clock in the evening and going all
night; well, it was a sleep-over.  We were all free to invite whoever we
wanted; the more the merrier, but we had to tell Nicole by Friday morning,
so she could buy enough food and soft drinks, etc.  The only rule was no
males allowed.

   I thought to myself, 'Yeah, sure, uh huh.  Mwahaha!'

   Well, as far as what happened on Thanksgiving itself, I went with Eric
to his house for dinner and then later Eric came with me to my house for
dinner.  At both homes, by the way, the turkey was stuffed with dressing
and I was stuffed by Eric's big fat prick.  Mwahaha!

   The next day I went over to Nicole's house early in the afternoon to
help her with various things in preparation of the party.  If you're a guy,
you're probably thinking what the heck kind of preparation do you have to
make for a slumber party.  Believe you me, there's a lot to do, plus you
have to decide what you're gonna wear, Of course, in my case it's what I'm
not gonna wear.  Mwahaha!

   I hadn't been at Nicole's house long at all, when I decided I was
already feeling hemmed in, so to speak, so I slid out of the purple short
skirt and pretty tank top I had worn.  When Nicole turned around and
observed my total nakedness, she exclaimed, "Oh my God!"

   "What?" I asked, completely perplexed.

   "When my mother sees you, she'll have a hissy fit."

   "Why?  She's seen all this before, hasn't she?" I inquired.

   "Well," Nicole answered with doubt in her voice, "not on another woman
probably, but maybe on herself.  My mother's a real prude, you know?"

   "Well, I'll unprude her," I replied.

   Nicole laughed.  "Somehow I doubt it.  I think you better stay out of
the way, if she comes in for anything."

   "She won't be coming in alot, will she?" I asked, literally holding my
breath until I received an answer.

   "No, I don't think so," Nicole affirmed.  "I asked her not to."

   "Good," I expressed, my breath coming out in a rush of relief.  It would
have ruined all of my carefully laid, and I do mean laid, plans.  Mwahaha!

   Pretty soon some of Nicole's closest friends began to trickle in early.
Kristine arrived first.  When she walked in and glimpsed me standing there,
the beautiful young woman exclaimed, "Sara, how good to see you're ready to
have some fun in your party outfit!"

   We all got a good a laugh out of that, let me tell you.  Carrie was the
next person to show up.  I really haven't told you about Carrie.  She's an
old friend of Kristine and Nicole going way back to elementary school.  She
was about five feet, five inches, had fairly short but very curly red hair,
a nice firm but rounded body, and really large breasts; all in all a really
nice piece of work.

   The next person who arrived was one of my 'secret' guests that no one
except Nicole and me knew about.  Do you remember the beautiful young
woman, who tangled with me at my birthday party - Kitty?  Well, in case you
don't, let me tell you - she was one hot looking little mama!  Haha!  She
had long brunette hair, a simply gorgeous face with a little button nose,
and a fabulous figure, which included large breasts and a narrow waist.

   Kitty's outfit included a long, stylish appearing, green dress, which
hugged her body in all the right places, pearl earrings, and green high
heels.  She always was fashionable but, all in all, I found it to be a
strange outfit for a slumber party.  But who am I to judge?  I wasn't
wearing anything to a slumber party.  Mwahaha!

   After the beautiful young woman was introduced by me to Kristine,
Nicole, and Carrie, she turned to me and offered a lengthy embrace.  Kitty
and I had at first stayed in close contact with each other, in more ways
than one, but eventually had drifted apart at the start of this school
year, when it turned out that we were going to attend different schools
together.  When I returned her hug, I stepped up on my tiptoes and began to
feverishly kiss her, while forcing my tongue into her mouth.

   Kitty began to moan softly and, I could tell from her quick physical
responses that, for some reason, she hadn't been receiving any sweet loving
recently.  The stylish teenager stepped back slightly from me and, as she
did, Kristine and Nicole very carefully inserted themselves in the middle
and gently separated us.

   "Hey!" I complained.  "What the fuck?"

   "Language!" Carrie warned me with a stern countenance.  I shot her an
angry glare, but I really wanted to shoot her an angry finger.

   Nicole explained, "We can't do that right now, because my mother could
come into the room any time with new guests arriving or bringing
refreshments.  If we're going to do that, it will need to be late tonight.
If you can't wait, I suppose you could use the upstairs bathroom, but try
not to monopolize it for very long, please."

   I nodded my agreement at Nicole, when suddenly Carrie complained, "Good
grief, Sara!  This is a sleep over, not an orgy!" When everyone but Kitty
and I laughed, I thought, 'Laugh now, bitch!  Because I'll wipe that
smugness off your face before we're finished.'

   After Nicole and Kristine had made the first large bowl of punch,
something made out of several different juices and orange sherbet, I asked
Kitty if she would elicit the three of them in some kind of conversation,
while I spiked the punch.  She did and I did.  I added several huge
quantities of vodka, mixed in with some more vodka and stirred oh so
carefully.  Oh yes, this new punch will verily knock some people on their
ass!  Mwahaha!

   The next to arrive was Krista, my new love and girlfriend, who looked
merely scrumptious.  She was wearing the same outfit she wore on the day
that Eric and I fucked her for the first time.  By the way, I still loved
Eric, you know.  I just had a boyfriend and a girlfriend.  Be glad I didn't
have any animal friends, haha.  Well, come to think of it, there was one
dog, who had a especially long cock, but that's another story that will
never be brought up.

   After meeting all who she wasn't already acquainted with, my wild sweet
love came and stood in front of me; her face represented a mock study of
someone very frustrated with me.  Krista looked so God damned beautiful, I
wanted to just tear off all her clothes and fuck her on the spot.  My
girlfriend stood with her hands resting on her hips and leaned forward
slightly, while asking, "What do you have to say for yourself, Sara?"

   "What do you mean?" I asked in a small voice, while attempting to cover
my pussy and breasts with my hands.  This was a game that Krista and I
sometimes played, but the others knew nothing of it.  They had ceased their
own conversations and were straining to eavesdrop on ours.

   "I mean why are you standing there stark naked, when I wasn't even
here!" my girlfriend accused in a considerably louder voice.  "And keep
those hands down," the young beauty ordered, while pulling my hands away
from my body.

   "Now come here, bitch and lick my pussy," Krista ordered.  As soon as my
girlfriend and I heard several sharp intakes of breaths coming from the
other side of the room and someone saying, "Oh good God!" we couldn't
control ourselves any further and burst out laughing.

   As the others realized that they had been taken in, they began to
threaten us with all sorts of bodily harm, while Krista and I were
practically rolling around the floor with laughter.  That was when my
friend Rebecca walked into the room.  Naturally enough she demanded to know
what was going on.  As everybody shouted things out to her at the same
time, I don't think she ever really figured it out.

   Rebecca looked as tasty as ever.  In case you don't remember, she was
very, very pretty with light brunette hair streaked with blonde highlights,
blue eyes, and fair skin.  Rebecca was between five feet, three and five
feet, four inches tall and appeared to have a figure beneath her clothing
that promised earthly delights, if you know what I mean.  My young
beautiful friend appeared to be getting with the program, as she was
wearing a very revealing halter top and a blue mini-skirt so short her
sheer knickers were clearly visible beneath it.  If only she hadn't worn
knickers, then I would have known she was ready to graduate from the
'Bubblegom school of exhibitionism.' Mwahaha!

   After being introduced around to those who didn't know her, Rebecca came
over to me and we stood and made small talk about what had occurred since
last we talked.  She pleased me by saying she loved my new angry looking
red cunt hole look.  I was still laughing, when Christa entered the
bedroom.

   Do you remember that Christa was five feet, three and a half inches
tall, with shoulder-length brown hair with blonde highlights, bright blue
eyes, a nice bust for her age and long legs?  After greeting everybody
individually Christa and Krista came over and started talking with me and
Rebecca.  I think they mainly came over to make me write Christa and Krista
over and over - haha!

   In fact they had this little gig they ran whenever someone would say one
of their names.  They both would say, "Do you mean her?" and point at each
other.  The last time they had done that to me I warned Krista that it
might be time to just call her KinkyLilSquirt, whenever Christa was around
also.  I don't know how she felt about that, because she had just looked at
me and exclaimed, "Mwahaha!" I just don't know where she is getting this
stuff from.

   As everyone began to grow more comfortable, they were eating the various
kinds of food that had been set out and drinking vast quantities of my
vodka spiked punch.  A few of them were getting fairly sloshed and didn't
even realize it.  Mwahaha!  Fairly quickly Kristine and Nicole had to make
up another large bowl of it.  This time I also involved Krista in my
project, as I was finally able to add vodka when no one was looking.  I had
snuck in about ten quarts of vodka into the sleepover, haha!  Where did I
get the money for ten quarts of vodka?  Well, it wouldn't be that college
scouts were laying all kinds of illegal money on Eric - no, that wouldn't
be it.  Mwahaha.

   Right after that Eudora came in with Betty trailing right behind.  They
were an incongruous couple, let me tell you.  They had just happened to
meet at the front door.  Do you remember who Betty is?  She's that
extremely fine looking sales manager at that store in the mall.  I had gone
out with her several times since then.  Betty had remained a extremely hot
fuck, plus she dressed so fashionably and always brought me good looking
outfits too!  Mwahaha!  In fact, she was carrying a new dress with her on a
hanger.

   After the two of them had been introduced around and each of them had
been given some punch, Betty immediately gravitated to me still holding
that dress on a hanger.  I leaned forward and brushed my breasts against
her currently covered substantial bosom, while kissing her on the cheek.

   "Hello, love," Betty greeted me.  "What's that?" she asked, while
slightly poking my shaved genital area with her finger sending a little
thrill through me.  Man, I was so hot and ready to fuck with all these fine
looking young women all around me.

   I answered, "KinkyLilSquirt shaved me." Krista cackled, "Mwahaha!"

   Betty complimented, "It looks quite sexy, it makes me want to eat it all
up."

   "Hey, save me a little," Krista complained.  Betty flashed her a quick
smile to show my girlfriend all was cool.  It was de fuckin' bomb to have
all these beautiful teenagers fighting over me.  This is promising to be a
hella night, I thought to myself.

   "I brought this for you," Betty declared, holding the dress up.  Peering
at the dress, I recognized there was very little to it.  It was basically
see-through as it was just a bare, and I mean bare, minimum of material
being mostly open space.  It was just up my alley - how to be dressed, but
yet naked at the same time.  Haha!

   "It's perfect!" I praised.  "Thank you so much, hon," I gushed and I
offered Betty another kiss.  I took the dress and hung it near the bedroom
door, so I would remember to take it with me tomorrow following the sleep
over.

   As they drank more punch, some of my friends grew extremely warm.  I
noticed Nicole went over and put on the AC, which is unusual at
Thanksgiving time, even for Florida.  I bet I'd have some of them stripped
down to bra and knickers in no time, due to their being so heated, in more
ways that one.  I was making the rounds of the different conversations,
while subtly running my hands over some of my friends, who I could tell
were the most intoxicated.  They were so intensely talking they didn't
really notice how much they were getting off on my touch.

   When I reached the threesome of Krista, Betty, and Christa, I came up
behind my lovely girlfriend and began kissing the back of her neck, while
saying, "I love you so much, KinkyLilSquirt." Krista giggled as much from
my kisses tickling her as the use of her nickname.  I unzipped her white
top and then lifted it over her arms and off her body exposing her,
extremely low cut, lacy bra, which exposed most of her fairly massive
breasts.  I then unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them off her body leaving
her dressed only in white frilly knickers below the waist.  Krista turned
and we stood and just cuddled each other for a matter of minutes.  It just
felt so good to be holding her semi-naked body so close to my naked one,
that I had adrenaline just racing through my body.  I saw others cutting
their eyes toward us, as they continued their conversations.  I realized
they knew I was capable of anything and were just a little apprehensive
about what might be coming next.  Mwahaha!

   End of Part One of The Sleep Over



   It's a Party By Bubblegom Chapter Thirty-One

   When I reached the threesome of Krista, Betty, and Christa, I came up
behind my lovely girlfriend and began kissing the back of her neck, while
saying, "I love you so much, KinkyLilSquirt." Krista giggled as much from
my kisses tickling her, as from my use of her nickname.  I unzipped her
white top and then lifted it over her arms and off her body exposing her,
extremely low cut, lacy bra, which exposed most of her fairly massive
breasts.  I then unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them off her body leaving
her dressed only in white frilly knickers below the waist.  Krista turned
and we stood and just cuddled each other for a matter of minutes.

   It just felt so good to be holding her semi-naked body so close to my
naked one, that I had adrenaline just racing through my body.  I saw others
cutting their eyes toward us, as they continued their conversations.  I
realized they knew I was capable of anything and were just a little
apprehensive about what might be coming next.  Mwahaha!

   That's what made it so surprising to everyone, including myself, when
Krista made the next move by reaching behind her and unfastening her bra.
She then reached up and brought the bra down off her shoulders and arms and
dropped it at her feet on the floor.

   Krista's breasts were perfectly shaped with wonderfully full nipples and
just the exact size that was needed to delightfully fit her body.  They
were large for her overall height and body, but not unpleasantly so.  I
immediately lowered my mouth on one of her nipples and began to suckle it.

   "Oh!" my beautiful girlfriend moaned at the touch on my mouth on her
breast. Krista reached down and pushed her knickers down to the floor and
stood gloriously stark naked before me - and before all the other young
women in the room with the late afternoon sunlight streaming through the
windows.

   As I was moving my mouth from one nipple to the other, I happened to
glance at the rest of the party.  Kristine and Nicole were grinning broadly
at us, public sex being old hat to them.  Kitty had pushed her gorgeous
green dress up around her waist and her knickers down around her knees and
she had three fingers jammed into her labia and was working them in and out
as quickly as possible.  Her head was thrown back in a state of ecstasy.

   Rebecca had pulled her short skirt off and was now watching us wearing
only her halter top and sheer knickers.  Christa and Eudora were
tentatively running their hands lightly over each other, while intently
watching Krista and myself.

   Betty, who was standing beside us, began to massage all around Krista's
neck and shoulders, right in the areas where most people carry their stress
and tension from the hassle of their day to day lives.  She had strong
appearing hands and supple fingers and was able to elicit a moan of
satisfaction from my beautiful girlfriend every time she dug in with her
hands.

   Krista began to play with my clit; it being now extremely easy to find
due to my hairless condition down there.  As Betty continued massaging my
best girl, I began to kiss KinkyLilSquirt passionately over and over
driving Krista to manipulate my clit ever more strongly causing me to begin
to thrust my hips at her hand.

   Oh God damn, it felt good!  I knew my lady love was feeling good also,
as her face was extremely flushed and her eyes indicated that she was only
in partial touch with reality at the present time.  Her skin was so smooth
and it was literally glowing at the moment.

   I decided to take this to a higher level and I led her over to one of
the five beds that had been pushed into the large bedroom in anticipation
of the sleepover.  I was amused when Betty followed us, but you know me -
the more the merrier.  Mwahaha!

   I helped my beautiful girlfriend to lay on her back on the bed and she
pulled her legs up until they were bent at the knees and spread wide apart
offering the entire room a complete view of the inner workings of her
distended labia. As I lay beside her, whispering my love for her, and
holding her gorgeous body next to mind, Betty crouched between Krista's
legs and began to tongue her clitoris.

   "Oh God!" my wild sweet love cried out, as her cum gushed from her cunt
and into Betty's mouth.  I began to kiss my sweetheart passionately
slipping my tongue into her mouth, as she responded in like kind, while
continuing to twitch and turn as her cum continued to roll from her in
multiple orgasms.

   She explained to me later it had been a peak sexual experience for her,
as she had never ever experienced anything before near that good.  We
decided it must have been everything put together that added to it - doing
it in front of a number of our friends, having her cunt eaten out by Betty,
while being cuddled, kissed and loved by me.

   As I lay relaxing in my baby's arms in post-coital sweet talking and
sharing private jokes, I happened to glance over at some of our friends. 
Kitty had since stripped off both her dress and her underwear leaving her
only wearing her green high heels and she looked hot in them, let me
promise you that!  With her long brunette hair, gorgeous face with a little
button nose, and large breasts and a narrow waist, she was flat out drop
dead beautiful.  Kitty was currently laying on a bed with her nude body
wrapped around Rebecca, who had seemed to have lost her knickers along the
way and was currently dressed only in her halter top.

   Christa and Eudora were also completely nude and involved with each
other on yet another bed, kissing and rubbing their clits against each
other.

   'Oh my God!' I thought.  'Krista has started an orgy, the likes of which
hasn't been seen since the days of the Roman Empire!  Mwahaha!'

   Kristine and Nicole were standing in the corner watching everybody with
bemused looks on their faces, but in case you think they were handling
everything that had gone wrong with the sleepover so far in a mature
manner, you're mistaken.  They were just slugging down that punch and
hadn't yet tumbled to the fact that it was heavily laced with booze.  They
were really just three sheets to the wind, haha!

   Now that bitch Carrie was another matter.  She stood over there, her
face completely flushed, hands on her hips, and looking pissed as hell.  I
later decided that her red face was more related to being sexually
stimulated rather than angry, but I certainly didn't know that at the time.
And who would have?

   Carrie began spewing her anger all over us.  "Who do you two perverts
think you are?  You're not at your house.  This is at Nicole's house and
she said she didn't want you to do anything like this and if you did to
take it to the bathroom."

   "No, really," Nicole explained.  "It's alright, I don't mind - really,
Carrie."

   Carrie stopped her rant long enough to smile at Nicole and then returned
to spewing her bile out over us.  "You dykes are disgusting anyway, you're
an abomination unto the Lord, but then to insist we have to witness this
sickness is even worse.  You should have the common decency to keep this
kind of abomination to yourselves."

   I don't know what Krista was feeling, but I was PISSED!  I turned to my
lady love and said very calmly, "Let's fuck this homophobic cunt bitch up."

   Krista smiled at me, the smile that is full of rainbows and butterflies.
(Alright, so I'm corny when I'm in love - sue me).  I took that to be a
yes. This Carrie was so full of self righteousness that she wasn't even
worried about any kind of retribution on our part.  Maybe she was just so
used to having her own way that it never occurred to her that people might
fight back, but whatever it was caused her to pay no further attention to
us, but to turn her attention to Nicole and Kristine.  I suppose she was
seeking some type of validation from them, but it never came as we crossed
the room to her in a vengeful mood; at least there was on my part.

   Carrie was wearing a yellow tank top and blue jean cut offs.  She was
just a tad chunky, but a far cry from being overweight in any sense.  In
fact, I had the idea it was a good chunky, as in muscle rather than fat
based on the way her body appeared, as she moved around and the way her
bosom filled out the front of the tank top promised some generous breasts.

   We were standing directly behind her and she was ranting so extensively
to Nicole and Kristine, she didn't have the slightest idea we were there.

   "Hey cunt lips!" I yelled in her ear causing her to jump in surprise. 
Mwahaha!

   As the young woman began to turn around, I decided not to give her any
more warning than that.  Gripping the bottom of her tank top, I pulled it
straight up and over her head, while Krista had the hard job of unbuttoning
Carrie's cutoffs and dragging them down to the floor.  As soon as the
redheaded teenager turned all the way around, I crammed the wadded up tank
top into her mouth preventing her from calling out immediately, but of
course it wouldn't have proven to be effective in the long run.

   I reached out and yanked her bra off and - hello - liberated her very
sizeable, but wonderfully shaped breasts with their enormous nipples. 
Carrie made the mistake of attempting to cover her breasts from prying
eyes, rather than fighting back.  I believe, since KinkyLilSquirt and I are
actually rather slight of height, she might have been able to out bully us,
although we were much faster than she as it turned out.

   Krista and I were working as well together as a well trained wrestling
tag team.  Krista pulled Carrie's knickers off exposing her rather fleshy
pubes and her large thatch of bright red pubic hair.  Motioning to Krista
to pick up our victim's feet, I carried her by her shoulders over to a bed
and laid her down.  Krista immediately set about tonguing Carrie's clit,
while I first suckled both nipples and then began to kiss her gently all
over her upper body.  Her body was twisting and writhing on the bed, but I
wasn't actually sure if it was in ecstasy or protest and noticing that she
was desperately attempting to communicate, I grew frightened that possibly
she was asthmatic and needed to be able to breath through her mouth.

   I quickly pulled the tank top from her mouth just in time to hear her
moan, "Don't stop, do me, do me please." And she reached out with her arms
and drew me close to her body and squeezed for dear life.  This poor girl
probably hadn't been touched by anyone, outside of a handshake or a pat on
the shoulder, since she was a baby.  I certainly am able to readily
identify a person, who is suffering from touch deprivation and she was one
of the worst cases I had ever witnessed.

   As she continued to embrace me in a death grip, I moved my naked body
against hers as much as possible, which I could tell she found deeply
rewarding from the words of gratitude she was expressing to me.  It turned
out when I spoke with her later, that her parents had been killed in an
auto accident, when she was an infant and she was raised by a great aunt
and uncle, who were literally the ages of many of her friends'
grandparents. They offered her all the material things she would want or
need and words of encouragement throughout her life, but no physical
contact, as they had failed to understand the importance of such in a
child's development to a happy, mature adult.

   Krista continued to tongue Carrie's clit as hard as she could, while I
hugged the red haired pretty teenager, while kissing her over and over. 
Suddenly Carrie was arching her back in almost a drawn bow position, as her
cum finally and furiously emerged from deep inside her.  There must have
been quite a build up of jism in her, as she admitted later she had never
had an orgasm in her entire life, if you can believe that.  I just
remembered we used to say that somebody, who we knew hadn't had an orgasm
in a long time, had a very bad case of white eye; meaning their cum buildup
was almost all the way to their brain.  Mwahaha!

   As Krista, Carrie, and I lay cuddled side by side by side (haha!) on the
bed, Christa and Eudora and Kitty and Rebecca were still involved in sexual
play on two of the beds.  Betty had also stripped herself naked and was
leaning over Kristine and Nicole while removing their clothing, as they
were presently passed out from too much vodka laced punch and thereby
missed in its entirety the truly terrifying scene when Nicole's mother
entered the bedroom unannounced carrying a huge plate of sandwiches! 
Mwahaha!

   End of Part Thirty-One (Part 2 of The Great Sleepover)



   It's a Party By Bubblegom Chapter Thirty-Two

   I don't know if you remember where we were in this tale of my sexual
odyssey, but if you don't - then go back and look at the last chapter and
then go to your doctor for some medication for attention deficit disorder,
mwahaha! I'm positive that the scene that lay before Nicole's mother
represented to her something from the deepest bowels of hell; something
that might have crossed her mind in the middle of the night, when she
couldn't fall asleep as one of the worst things that could ever happen to
her daughter - to be corrupted by some twisted lesbo fornicators!  Hehe! 
In fact, since Nicole was obviously passed out and a stark naked Betty was
standing over her holding Nicole's clothing, I'm positive her mother
thought her daughter was being raped by some demented gay demon from hell.

   Now when the woman in question screamed, it had a tendency to help
everyone present to concentrate on the immediate task at hand - i.e. 
getting out of that room as quickly as possible!  Mwahaha!  I had no idea
what happened to anybody else at that time, I only found out later.  All I
knew then was Krista had the presence of mind to grab her clothing and me
by the hand and we fled past Nicole's mother, who was involved in one of
those hands up to her face, head thrown back, full bore horror movie
screams.  I'm surprised the cops weren't there by then just by that scream
alone.  Mwahaha!

   Since I had stripped off so long before anybody else had even arrived,
there wasn't a chance in hell that I would be able to locate my clothing
under everything that had been thrown on it since then.  Krista had some
money and wanted to call a taxi for us to travel to her house, because her
family had left to go out of town for the weekend on Friday morning, but I
suggested we just get out of there as quickly as possible and call from
somewhere else.

   Accepting my advice, Krista rapidly donned her outfit and gave me her
bra and knickers to wear.  I must admit I looked as cute as a button in her
scanty undies, although it looked strange to me, because I never usually
wear any underwear.  Mwahaha!  Well, we finally got down to a little
shopping center and located a payphone and called a Yellow Cab.  Have you
ever heard this one?  A drunk staggers up to a hotel clerk and demands,
"Call me a cab!" And the hotel clerk replies, "Okay, you're a cab." Haha!

   Now you may ask how did I feel about running around on late Friday
afternoon in public wearing only Krista's bra and knickers - you know me,
what do you think?  Haha.  Well, you're wrong, I was embarrassed.  Thank
God it being late November it was already dark, plus it was the day after
Thanksgiving, so most people had the day off their jobs.  Despite all this,
there was still quite of lot of people at the shopping center.  There
always is, it's like the number one pastime in the state of Florida -
shopping, because there's so many old people and that's all they can do
anymore is spend money.  Mwahaha!

   So there was quite a number of people at this shopping center, but do
you remember my rule?  I just stared right at them, until they looked away.
The old farts probably just figured it was some kind of new fashion, but,
of course, we had these teenage guys come over to rap.  They were just a
bunch of clowns and I handled them quickly.  I told them we'd go out with
them sometime, if one of them would lend me his clothes.  Mwahaha!  They
couldn't get away quick enough.

   Finally, like after a half an hour the taxi arrives.  We climb into the
backseat and Krista gives the driver the address.  Of course, you can see
this guy looking at me in the rear view mirror during the entire trip, but
he plays it cool and never says a word.  We finally arrive at Krista's
house and she pays him and gives him a good tip for not giving us a hard
time or anything, plus I'm pretty sure she bought his compliance with it,
if anybody ever asked him about picking us up.

   Okay, I was being paranoid, but you didn't see how crazy Nicole's mother
looked.  I wouldn't have put anything past her at that point, but it turned
out that she didn't do much.  After all, she did finally discover that
Nicole and Kristine had been passed out from drinking and, of course, she
never believed their explanation that they didn't know anything about it.
Mwahaha!

   Gawd!  We finally got into Krista's house; she had to go find the house
key they leave stashed outside for her and I don't mind telling you it
wasn't a moment too soon.  I was freezing!  It was damn cold out; at least,
for Florida it was.  It had already gone down in the thirties and when
you're used to the temperature being ninety degrees - that's cold.  I'll
tell you, my nipples were standing straight out from it.  Now that's cold!
No wonder that taxi driver had kept staring at me.  Plus once I had hit
that heat in the taxi I had began to sweat and it rendered Krista's flimsy
bra and knickers virtually transparent.  Man, I bet he had a story to tell
that night - haha!

   My sexy girlfriend rushed into the house and called out 'first dibs' on
the shower.  She stripped off immediately leaving her clothes just laying
on the living room floor and ran off into the bathroom.  I stood there
thinking, Alright for you.  We'll just see about this.  I planned on going
in there after her, but first I went to make a quick telephone call.  I
stripped off her underwear and left it in her bedroom.

   When I attempted to enter the bathroom, I discovered it was locked.  I
took that as personal affront and I went down downstairs and rummaged
around in her family's toolbox, until I found what I was looking.  I
brought the tiny screwdriver back up to the bathroom and started working on
the lock.  Trust me on this, don't ever lock yourself in a bathroom to
escape a murderer or something like that.  There isn't a bathroom lock
that's worth a shit, unless you put a deadbolt on it.  Haha!

   It only took me a few short minutes to pop it open and I crept into the
bathroom very quietly.  I wanted to surprise her completely and I surely
did when I stepped into the shower behind her.  I put one hand on her
breast and the other down across her pussy.  You should have her scream! 
Scared the living shit out of her, I did.  Teach her to lock me out!

   The first thing I noticed was, despite the hot shower dripping off her
beautiful tight little body, there seemed to be some other liquid substance
present.  "Oh, I get it," I spoke aloud.  Krista giggled.

   I took her by the shoulders and turned her 'til she was facing me.  I
knelt down on one knee and I began to lap her clit as hard as I could.  My
sexy girlfriend began to squirm in my grasp.  She was still clutching the
soap in her hand and she began to lather me everywhere she could reach with
that bar of ivory.  Oh God, that felt so good, that big brick of hardness
rubbing me all over and yet leaving that soft soapy trail behind it.  And
it was ninety-nine and ninety-nine one hundredths percent pure.  Mwahaha!

   "Oh, shit!" Krista cried out, when her cum came flowing out.  I took it
and wiped it all over us.  I mean, we were in a shower, it would just wash
off immediately.  I reached up with my hands and held her by her narrow
waist until she was finished climaxing, so she wouldn't slip in the tub and
hurt herself badly.

   Later I stood up and held her in an embrace under that hot water.  It
was heavenly and felt great.  It had been a hella day, alright.  This is
probably a good place to recount what happened after we fled from Nicole's'
house.  Now this is only what I was told, obviously I wasn't there.  I
guess everyone except for Betty didn't have any problems grabbing their
clothes and running out of there.  Betty just had to make a run for it,
stark naked or not and she managed to get away.  I guess some crazy things
happened to her on her way home totally nude, but that's her story.  Maybe
I can get her to tell it sometime.

   Nicole's mother, of course, called 911 and was recounting her complaint
to the cops, who were quite skeptical due to the absence of anyone else
being there, when suddenly one of the 911 personnel informed them, "Hey,
these girls are drunk." I guess that calmed Nicole's mom down quite a bit,
since the cops then started threatening to arrest Kristine and Nicole for
underage drinking.  In the long run, the cops just decided to shine it on
and I'm glad about that.  I wouldn't have wanted them to get into trouble
for something that was my fault.

   Of course, we were all banned from ever seeing Kristine and Nicole
again, which was a stone drag.  I mean, we talked at first a lot at school
and everything, but you know - when you can't do something with your
friends outside of school, the friendship just naturally begins to fall
apart.  And this one did too.  It was too bad, because we had a lotta fun
together, but I guess it was time for all of us to move on.

   Both of them practically got married on the same day.  It was one year
after graduating from high school and they both wore white, just like they
were good little girls; but I guess that scarlet letter bullshit is all of
the past anyway, thank God.  And that's the complete story of the sleepover
- mwahaha! I just had started to soap up Krista's sexy body, when suddenly
the shower curtain was pulled open and Eric stepped in!

   End of Part Thirty-Two



   It's a Party By Bubblegom Chapter Thirty-Three

   As Eric stepped completely naked into the shower, I squealed, "Eric! 
What a surprise!" He glanced at me rather strangely, as I had just called
him on the telephone, but I didn't want him to give it away that I had told
him to come over.  I had explained it to him over the phone in great
detail, but you know guys - duh! So being over a foot shorter than him, I
was able to offer him a sharp elbow in the you know where to snap him back
to reality.  "Ooh!" he complained.  "Oh, yeah, I went over to Nicole's," he
explained, finally remembering what we had talked about, "and you weren't
there, so I came here."

   "What was happening at Nicole's?" Krista naturally wanted to know.

   "Oh, who cares?" I interrupted.  "Eric's here now, that's all that
counts, isn't it?"

   I didn't want Krista to know I had called Eric, because I wanted it to
appear that he came over spontaneously and then decided to call a friend of
his, who I wanted her to meet.  I turned around in the shower, so I was
facing my handsome boyfriend.  Man, he was built so fine and looked so good
standing there in the shower with his big prick already straightening out
in front of him.  I got tingly just from looking at him.  I know Krista had
turned around too and was getting off on him too, as I heard a little gasp
escape her lips.

   I knelt down and began to suckle on his beautiful dick taking as much as
I could into my mouth.  I heard Eric's sharp intake of air when my lips put
pressure on his cock and I swirled my tongue around it as deep as I could.
I was getting pretty hot myself going down on his pretty prick, so I
reached down with my left hand and began moving and manipulating my clit as
fast as I could.  Eric was already moving his hips thrusting into my mouth
with all of his prick and, with each time, I took a little more of it into
my mouth.  Suddenly I heard some moaning coming from Krista and I turned my
head slightly and saw she had three of her fingers jammed up her cunt and
was going to town, let me tell you.  Her head was thrown back and I really
don't know if she knew where she was right then.  Eric began to spurt his
cum into my mouth and I kept working my mouth on him, until he had squirted
it all into me.

   When he was finished, I realized my girlfriend was still masturbating,
so I just turned around on my knees and began to lap her cunt, while
pushing on her love button with my fingers.  Krista appeared weak in her
knees and I became frightened she would fall in the slippery bathtub, but
Eric reached over me and held her up, until she regained her balance.  She
was thrusting her hips at me now vigorously and cried out, "God, Sara,
stop! I can't stand anymore!" Of course I kept going and, just when she was
climaxing and rubbing and pulling at the hair on my head, Eric brought me
to my feet by placing his strong hands on my hips and he carefully inserted
his totally rejuvenated seven inch penis straight up my butt.  Oh sweet
Jesus, it was so unexpected; it hurt, but felt great at the same time, but
that's probably a good simile for my whole life.

   Once Krista was finished with her orgasm, she dropped to her knees and
returned the favor.  Soon I was getting two timed, but with a big
difference from the old definition of it.  Eric was thrusting into my
behind as hard as he could, thwacking into me over and over, while my
girlfriend pulled and prodded my clitoris with her hardened tongue.  Good
grief!  I didn't know if I was cumming or going.  Haha!

   Suddenly I was doing both, as I began to climax with the cum cascading
from me, while Eric shot his second load of semen into me in ten minutes.
When we had finally finished orgasming, we all fell slumped together in a
big group hug under that warm water beating down on us until it became
cooler.  Then we moved after that, by golly - when that cold water started
beating down on us.  Haha!  Talk about rude.

   I was still totally drained and satisfied when we all sort of crawled
over each other and out of the tub.  Then we proceeded to towel each other
off lovingly with these huge bath towels, drying and rubbing everywhere on
each others naked bodies, every crack and crevice, it was total heaven as
far as I was concerned.

   Once we were completely dry, we threw open the bathroom and stepped out
nude into the upstairs hallway, because the bathroom was completely steamy
from the hot shower beating down for so long.  After all we were all alone
in the house or so I thought.  Eric had left his clothes strewn all over
the hallway and since Krista's outfit was still down in the living room, I
volunteered to go get it for her, being the kind hearted soul that I am. 
Mwahaha!

   I wasn't there.  Krista explained this to me later.  As soon as I had
left to go down downstairs, Eric turned to her with a large smile on his
good looking face.  Krista naturally inquired, "So what's so funny, Eric?"

   My number one love replied, "Sara wanted me to have a guy I know come
over and visit later because she wanted you to meet him, but I brought him
with me.  He's downstairs waiting for us right now."

   "And you think that's funny?  Allowing Sara to go down there stark naked
when she doesn't know this guy is there?" Krista was thoroughly pissed.

   "Aw Sara won't mind.  You know her.  She does it all the time," Eric
retorted.

   "There's a big difference between Sara knowing the people she's with and
deciding when she wants to walk around nude or just stumbling into some
place stark naked, where she doesn't expect anybody else to be."

   "Oh, you worry too much," Eric laughed.

   Well, being a young woman Krista had a great deal more insight into me
than Eric did and she was exactly right.  I went romping down the stairs
completely unknowing that there was this hunk of a hottie guy waiting to
greet me in the living room.

   First let me tell you about Shawn.  Shawn was like Eric's best friend
outside of the usual brainless jocks he hung around with.  I'm not implying
that all jocks are brainless, but all of the jocks that Eric hung with
were, except for Shawn.  Shawn was a wrestler and therefore had a great
fucking build it turned out, but that was later.

   I bounded into the living room to gather up Krista's outfit I thought
and there I was greeted with the shocking sight of Shawn standing up like a
perfect gentleman to greet this totally nude girl, who had just entered the
room unexpectedly.  Mwahaha!  Like I've already mentioned, he was very
handsome and he had dark hair and dark eyes and was about six feet, two
inches tall.

   Of course the minute he lay his eyes on my lushly naked body, they lit
up like Christmas tree lights and his smile suddenly resembled the Cheshire
cat's.  I could see his prick lengthening beneath his nice slacks, but that
hardly was a compliment.  I mean I'm standing there with my labia still all
distended from the sexual play I was just involved in.  My hair is slicked
back still wet, but my totally nude body shone from the shower and toweling
I just had experienced and I probably resembled a completely mad Jane from
a crazed Tarzan film.

   'Oh man, I am gonna kill Eric!' I thought.  Well, there wasn't nothing
to do at that point, but bite the bullet and stick my hand out and
introduce myself.  Even though I felt very embarrassed and I'm positive I
was flushed in certain usually unseen areas in polite company, I wasn't
going to act as if I were some kind of shy virgin and fall into a September
Morn crouch.  That would have just been too fucking silly.

   "Hi, I'm Sara," I introduced myself sticking out my right hand to him.
He introduced himself as Shawn.  Thank God at that point, Krista and Eric,
both completely dressed came down the stairs and into the living room.

   Krista immediately came to my side and told me to go ahead and put on
her outfit, which I gratefully did over in the corner of the living room as
Eric introduced her to Shawn.  I could tell by the way her eyes widened at
the sight of him that she dug him right off, which was cool.  That's why I
had Eric to bring him over in the first place.  I thought Krista would dig
him and I wanted her to have a boyfriend.  Every girl in high school needs
a boyfriend unless they're just out and out gay which is fine, but even
then if they want to go to certain school activities it would behoove them
to have developed some kind of relationship with a guy.

   I saw Eric cutting small glances at me while I was dressing in the
corner to see if I was mad at him.  To tell you the truth, I wasn't mad at
him.  I was fucking furious and I figured to make him pay over the next
couple of days.  Oh yeah, I know you're thinking I wouldn't be able to
because I'm too horny, but you see I have my methods.  I would strip off in
front of him, but not allow him to touch me.  Then I would masturbate in
front of him and make him watch every second, but if he attempted to touch
himself - I'd knock the shit out of him and I would too!

   I finally pulled on Krista's outfit and rejoined them on the other side
of the living room.  Krista looked real hot.  She had these little short
shorts on and a halter top.  She looked great and Shawn was drooling at
her, so to speak.  While he and my hot girlfriend stood chatting, Eric went
to make some drinks.  I guess the fool (I don't really think he's a fool)
went and brought some vodka and orange juice.  I'm thinking to myself,
Great just what I need.  But luckily it turned out where I didn't have to
drink much, but Shawn and Krista appeared to have enjoyed the vodka a
little too much, if you catch my drift.

   After we sat around talking and having a few drinks, (they did, I was
still nursing my first one) Eric suggested playing some cards.

   "What kind of cards?" Krista inquired.

   "Hey, about some bridge?" I replied, playing the fool just to spite
Eric, because I suddenly saw what he had in mind with this whole deal;
bringing the vodka and orange juice and getting everyone half smashed and
then suggesting a card game.  Yeah, he was real subtle - like a sledge
hammer.  Mwahaha!

   Either Shawn or Krista saw it coming and they didn't care or else they
were blindsided by it completely, but they didn't make a word of complaint
when my boyfriend went on to suggest playing strip poker.  More than likely
Shawn did see it coming, but being a guy he was all for it and Krista was
getting so loopy from the vodka already, she didn't really have a clue what
was happening.

   We all sat on the floor to play strip poker.  Of course, I didn't last
too very long, on the other hand I wasn't wearing much either.  Two
straight losing hands and I was mother naked again.  Shawn sat across from
me and his eyes were as big as saucers as he stared at me.  It didn't seem
to matter that he had just seen me a few minutes ago in the same condition.
With guys its like - out of sight, out of mind.  As soon as you cover it
back up, it's like a brand new trip for them to see you uncovered again. 
Sheesh!  Go figure.

   I'm glaring at Eric I'm so pissed off at him.  I didn't have him bring
Shawn over so he could dig me.  I had him bring him over to dig Krista, who
by the way was pretty smashed by this time.  I saw her break up a pair of
kings in her hand and throw one away, keeping the other one and a deuce and
a trey; and we had no wild cards!

   She began to reclaim some of Shawn's attention away from me when she was
sitting there in her tiny bra and knickers after losing a couple of hands.
Then she lost the next hand and I guess she was so out of it that instead
of taking her bra off, she shimmied down her knickers and sat there naked
from the waist down with her legs crossed Native American (not Indian, you
dopes) style displaying all of her shaved pussy.

   But later when I thought about it, I realized I was mistaken and my
beautiful girlfriend had ran a giant con on everybody, because right after
she did that she turned her head and winked at me.  Mwahaha!  Well, with
her shaved cunt and beautiful pubes hanging out she had all of Shawn's
attention then.  He wasn't doing much better at that point himself and was
sitting only in his slacks.

   Eric won the next hand and Shawn had to take down his slacks, revealing
his skimpy red bikini underwear and he had a nice package in there, I could
tell.  Krista, on the other hand, had nothing left as she was wiped out in
more ways than one and she had to peel her bra off leaving her stark naked.
I'll say this for her - she was a trip that day.

   She made a big production out of standing up and taking the bra off, you
know leaning over and reaching behind her and sliding the bra down her
arms. Then she stepped in front of the seated Shawn to hand Eric her bra
with her shaved pussy just about hitting Shawn in the nose.  I was watching
the guy and it was all he could do to not grab her there and then, but he
probably figured he was in polite company.  But you and I both know that he
figured wrong.  Mwahaha!

   After losing the next hand, Shawn stood up and removed his bikini briefs
and handed them to Eric.  Yep, I know you're wondering - he was plenty big,
even when he was flaccid and he had great big balls.  Well, you would have
to to hang out with this crew.  Mwahaha!

   It was then that I could tell Krista's drunkenness was all a sham - a
Shawn sham you could say, because she was suddenly stone cold sober.  And
not shy at all because before he could sit down again, my sexy girlfriend
grabbed him around the waist from her sitting position on the floor and
pulled him to her and began to suck on his wiener which became huge in no
time.  But wait!  All this is the next chapter's story.  See ya then for
the 'Great Strip Poker Orgy.' Mwahaha!

   End of Part Thirty-Three



   It's a Party By Bubblegom Chapter Thirty-Four

   It was then that I could tell Krista's drunkenness was all a sham - a
Shawn sham you could say, because she was suddenly stone cold sober.  And
not shy at all because before he could sit down again, my sexy girlfriend
grabbed him around the waist from her sitting position on the floor and
pulled him to her and began to suck on his wiener which became huge in no
time.

   Krista continued to go down on Shawn's long penis taking as much of it
as she could into her beautiful mouth.  The tall young man was groaning and
moaning so much, I don't know if anybody had ever given him a first rate
blow job.

   I crawled across the living room rug to where he was standing and I
inserted one of my fingers straight up his butt hole.  Man, he let out a
war hoop!  I bet he'd never had anything up there either except for a
suppository.  I pushed my finger all the way up him and then began to work
it in and out.  Meanwhile I was playing with my clit with my other hand. 
Jesus, I was already over the top with sexual passion and we hadn't even
begun to play.

   As soon as I felt his sphincter muscle relax around my finger, I drove
one more into him.  Hehe, this made Shawn literally jump forward and he
crammed all of his prick inside of Krista's mouth.  She told me later she
almost gagged when he did that and spewed that vodka all over.  Man, that
would have been something - if she would have puked all over him.  I bet
that would have ruined any chances of them having a relationship!  Mwahaha!
I happened to glance over to Eric, and man, he looked so forlorn sitting
over there fully dressed with everybody's clothes sitting in a pile in
front of him.  I felt so sorry for him - NOT!

   I don't know if you remember, but when I get a mad on for somebody, it
takes me a while to get over it.  Let him sit over there and stew.  Drink
some vodka, that's what I felt like telling him.  Feeling my orgasm
building deep inside of me, my whole body felt so fucking good at that
moment, I wished I could have made it last forever.  I pushed even harder
on my clit and rammed one more finger up into Shawn's butt hole.  That did
it for him and me.  Suddenly he was screaming and I mean screaming, "Oh God
damn, Krista!" At least in his moment of passion, he remembered her name.
That's important to a girl, in case you guys weren't aware of it.  When
you're having sex, remember - try not to call out the name of anybody other
then who you're with.

   My orgasm was washing out of me at that the same exact second that Shawn
was shooting his massive load of cum straight into Krista's mouth.  She
swallowed it all down and sucked on him until he was dry as a boner -
whoops, I mean bone.  (Freudian slip, mwahaha!).  I almost felt as though I
had been making love to both Shawn and Krista, it had felt that good.

   As soon as Shawn had finished cumming into Krista's mouth, he just kept
standing there like a big dummy; so I gave him a good shot in the small of
the back and instructed him.  "Hey, you big galoof !  Go cuddle her!"

   I will say this for him.  Once I said that, I haven't ever seen anybody
move that fast immediately after sex.  He swooped down with his strong arms
and picked her up as though she were as light as a feather and almost
crushed her in a loving embrace.  Shawn and Krista stood that was for a few
minutes until it became obvious to my girlfriend that Shawn's prick had
reached full length again because it was poking her in the belly.

   "Lay down on your back," she commanded him in a stern voice I had never
heard her use.  The tall young man knowing a good thing when he heard one
quickly acquiesced.  His prick was standing, almost completely straight,
seven inches into the air.  It was really beautiful.  I envied Krista right
then, but after all I had a guy with his own beautiful prick.  I just
happened to be angry with mine right then.

   I grabbed Krista for a moment surprising her no end.  I quickly jammed
three fingers straight up her twat and kept moving them in and out rapidly
until her labia was completely able to accept them and I felt some of her
moisture on them.  I then removed them and gave her a soft slap on her bare
ass, as if encouraging her to do well in an athletic contest and whispered
to her, "Go get him girl."

   Krista smiled at me releasing beautiful butterflies and gum drops and
then giggled.  She then climbed over Shawn straddling his big prick and
then plunged herself straight down on it, impaling herself straight up the
cunt as it were.

   "Oh God!" Krista cried out from the sheer overpowering pleasure of it
all.  Shawn grabbed on to her narrow waist, so she wouldn't fly off the top
of his massive cock as he offered Krista the ride of her life.  Up and
down, up and down she flew with Shawn's seven inch cock going way up inside
of her.  "Oh God, Krista!" Shawn exclaimed.  "You're the best I've ever
had!"

   Watching them go at each other that way was making me hotter than a fire
cracker and twice as horny.  Suddenly I scampered over to where Shawn's
head was resting on the living room rug and I did a obscene deep knee bend
right over his face, dangling my dripping fully distended labia over him.
He immediately caught on to what I was desiring and Shawn began to tongue
all around my pussy lips and then finally inside of my labia.  God!  It
felt so nasty, it was great!  He just held his tongue straight out and as
stiff as he could make it and I lowered myself up and down on it.  I
reached out and clutched Krista to me and began hugging and kissing her at
the same time that she continued riding up and down on Shawn's lengthy
prick.  I could hear him groaning and moaning underneath me and I realized
it wasn't going to be long for him now, and I wanted to make sure Krista
got off before he did.

   I first lowered my head and began to suckle her nipples.  I was feeling
so good myself I thought I was gonna explode and I could feel my cum
building up within me.  I lowered myself gently down onto Shawn making sure
not to suffocate him.  That would be a cumming and going I would like to
avoid.  He began to pump my sexy girlfriend faster and faster and I reached
behind her and jammed three fingers up her butt, when she was on the way
up. When Krista lowered herself on them she screamed out in ecstasy and
then she began to climax and climax and climax.  Just when I was starting
to feel as though I was the Lone Ranger, my orgasm came spurting out of me
and felt as though it was wrenched from me one drop at a time.  Suddenly
right on cue Shawn shot his load of hot cum into Krista as I fell off him
onto my side on the living rug carpet.  I didn't want to collapse on his
face now, did I?  I don't know how Shawn and Krista were feeling, but I
felt as though I was just floating when all of the sudden I heard a key
being inserted into the front door and the sounds of Krista's family
arriving home unexpectedly!  Mwahaha!

   End of Part Thirty-Four



   It's a Party By Betty Page Chapter Thirty-Five

   Hey, Bubblegom here.  Did you happen to notice who wrote this chapter?
You didn't?  Well, it's right up there silly.  That's right!  Betty wrote
this chapter.  I asked her to in order to have a more accurate narrative of
what happened to her after she was forced to flee Nicole's house stark
naked.  And for all you who were hoping to find out what happened when
Krista's family came home early - tough beans, as they say in the grocery
trade.  Haha!  Now you be nice and don't flame Betty or if you like her
better, don't tell me.  My fragile ego might not be able to handle it. 
Mwahaha!  So without further ado - here's Betty!

   When Sara first asked me if I wanted to tell my story, my first
inclination was to say no; primarily because I never thought of myself as a
writer.  But if there's one thing that I have learned from my relationship
with Sara it's to be open to new ideas, so I told her I would give it a
whirl.

   I never would have believed before I met Sara that I could meet one
individual who would play such a major impact on me changing my attitudes
toward many things.  For instance, I don't believe I ever really thought
about public nudity except when I would have those nightmares that everyone
has about being naked in school.  And I certainly never knew that I was
bi-sexual.  I would have denied that to my dying breath.

   Sara was correct in her assessment of me on the day we met.  Even though
I was certainly horrified and also worried about losing my job when she
removed all her clothing in the store, I, also on some level hidden deep
inside of me at that time, was very excited with it.  Later I realized that
I was excited about Sara so casually breaking one of society's major taboos
- the one concerning public nudity.  It not only is a taboo, it is against
the law.

   I don't want to give you the wrong impression of me.  From that day in
the store when I first meet Sara to Thanksgiving day, I had only been nude
in public one time and, of course, that was the day I met Sara.  I really
couldn't explain it to myself that night when I went home from work how I
come to sashay through my public place of employment stark naked, but I
think now looking back on it that I had just felt so good from making love
with Sara that I didn't care about anything at that particular time.  And
as I have already mentioned I was sexually excited by it.

   Before I get started you need to know that Sara insisted that I provide
a description of myself for all of the readers who might not have as of yet
read the chapters I was mentioned in and she also said I was not to be
modest.  So even though it's going to sound like I'm stuck on myself here
goes; I'm quite slim, but I think not unattractively so.  My breasts are
large and my lovers have told me I have beautiful nipples.  I have long red
hair and, as I already have indicated, a flat stomach and a very narrow
waist.  My facial features are quite attractive with very high cheek bones,
very carefully formed thinned eyebrows and full lips.

   Now as Sara mentioned a couple of chapters back, when Nicole's mother
walked unannounced into Nicole's bedroom, I had just removed all of Kristin
and Nicole's clothing.  I was just going to put them in a shower in an
attempt to sober them up some.  Of course, all hell broke loose at that
point.  I was relieved to observe Krista and Sara escape and the other
girls were grabbing their clothing.

   I looked all around the room almost hysterically at the time and I
couldn't discover one stitch of my apparel.  I suppose I was either so
excited I couldn't see it even though I was looking right at it or it had
already become buried underneath a lot of other people's clothing.

   Nicole's mother continued to scream at the top of her lungs, which of
course I found to be very unnerving to say the least and my head was filled
with visions of the police arriving and my being arrested, etc.  So I
panicked.  I'll admit it, I panicked and bolted from the room and
ultimately the entire house.

   I realized later that if I hadn't panicked, I might have been able to
discover something of Nicoles' to wear or maybe even her mother's.  I'm
certain I could have located a long rain coat to wear for instance, but
it's too late to cry about that now.  I, at least, had the wherewithal to
bring my wallet with me on my flight from the She-Devil's house.  That's
what Sara calls Nicole's mom now - the She-Devil.

   When I reached downstairs I didn't know if there might be police on
their way right then so instead of going out the front door into who knows
what, I escaped through the back door connected to their kitchen.  I
discovered myself to be in their fenced in backyard and the side gate had a
lock on it!

   I figured at that point that I had really done myself in, but it turned
out to be a good decision on my part.  The rest of the young women at the
sleepover, excepting of course Kristin and Nicole, were fleeing from the
front of the house when the police pulled up with their lights flashing and
sirens whining.  The girls, some of them still only half dressed, naturally
drew the immediate attention of the police, but I'm happy to say that all
of them were successful in their attempts to escape.

   The fence was about six feet high, but it was just a plain wooden fence
and since I'm athletic I didn't have any difficulty in obtaining a foothold
and climbing over it; although I'm thankful I didn't get any splinters you
know where!

   Of course I was now in somebody else's back yard.  No matter how much I
wished I had grabbed a coat on the way out of Nicole's house it was now far
too late to return because of the police who were swarming the house.

   You need to realize something and I don't mean this as a putdown.  I'm
not like Sara as far as being nude in public.  I was already horribly
embarrassed and it was chilly out besides.  Although I do have to admit
that I found it to be sexually exciting at the same time.  I can't explain
any better than that and I also can't explain why I would find it so.

   Just then the backdoor of the house opened and several young children
came out to play.  I either warped them beyond what any therapy could help
or I became the highlight of their early childhood; I don't which at this
point. There were two little boys and two little girls and they all looked
to be around eight years old.  A little towheaded boy exclaimed upon seeing
me, "Oh my Gawd!  Look at her."

   "Jason, don't cuss," ordered a dark-haired girl.

   "I wasn't cussing, I just said Gawd." He defended himself.

   "You were too, you were taking the Lord's name in vain," riposted the
little girl.

   I was standing there all crouched down attempting to hide my vagina and
my breasts, but there's only so much you can hide with two hands.  A blonde
haired girl asked, "Hey, how come you're all nekkid?"

   I managed to find my voice and I responded, "A bad person took all my
clothes and now I don't have any and I have to get home."

   "Oh, do you need some clothes?" the little dark-haired girl asked.  Not
waiting for any answer, she began to cry out, "Hey, Mom!  Come out here for
a minute.  A lady out here needs some clothes."

   Well, if that didn't strike stark terror coursing through my body, I
don't know what would.  I began to protest attempting to quiet her, but she
paid no attention and kept shouting out for her mother.  I had little
choice at that point except to run around the side of their house toward
the front.  Luckily there was nobody out front at that particular second so
I dashed around the fence and into the back yard of the house next door,
where I discovered I might have been worse off since there was a teenage
boy sitting in a lawn chair reading a book!

   He immediately set his book down on the ground, stood up, and smiled at
me; as well he should have!  It couldn't be everyday that a stark naked
girl ran into his backyard.

   He spoke, "Hello, my name is Matt.  What's yours?"

   "Betty," I stammered.

   "Pleased to me you," he rejoined.

   Now you might find this strange, but somehow this normal social
procedure had a calming affect on me.  I suppose looking back it was
because he chose to consciously overlook my nudity and treat me as if
everything was copasetic.

   Once I was able to regain some of my composure I was able to notice that
he was fairly good looking.  He was very tall and he later told me he was
six feet, four inches.  He had dark blond hair that he wore in a buzz cut.
He had gray eyes, a large handsome nose and wore thin-rim glasses.  He was
fairly slender. Of course when this was going on I was all crouched down as
much as possible hiding my physical attributes.  Matt suddenly declared,
"Hey, I know you.  You're a friend of Sara's aren't you?"

   "Of course, I'd been thinking ever since I saw you that you looked so
familiar.  We met at the mall several times," I replied.  "Well, I guess I
should be moving on.  I've got quite a distance to go to return to my
house."

   I know it sounded stupid, but I didn't know what else to say.  I hardly
wanted to stand there completely naked and make small talk.

   "Wait," he protested.  "You can't leave like that, but I can't take you
in my house that way either, because I have a lot of relatives visiting
over Thanksgiving."

   "No, no, that's okay," I responded.  I know I wasn't making any sense
considering the situation, but I didn't want him to feel responsible for
me. I began to move away toward the front yard still in that identical
crouch.  I'm certain I l resembled an obscene Groucho Marx.

   "No, please wait," Matt said again.  This time he reached out to me with
his right hand and helped me stand to my full height.  For some reason I
didn't feel embarrassed at all standing in front of him stark naked.  It
might have been because he had been so nonjudgmental towards me or maybe I
just sensed the gentleness about him, but whatever it was I just stood
there and let him gaze at me.

   And boy, I could tell he was enjoying himself.  He suddenly pulled of
his long winter coat and passed it to me.  Not one for looking a gift coat
in the seams when I was completely nude, I put it on immediately without
any protest.  Allowing it to hang open for a moment I thought, I leaned
forward and stepped up high on my tippy-toes, pulled his head down towards
mine and planted a large kiss smack on his lips.

   I initially thought I was just thanking him for being so kind to me, but
as soon as I began kissing him I was suddenly totally overcome with
passion. I began to wildly kiss him while forcing my tongue inside of his
startled mouth.  I pressed my nude body hard up against his clothed one
until I felt his erection growing longer.

   I reached down and liberated his large prick by unzipping his pants and
pushing his underwear down enough.

   "What are you doing?" he gasped.

   "I'm going to give you the thrill of your life," I answered my voice
husky with passion.

   I pulled him down with me on the hard cold ground and Matt quickly got
the picture.  He unbuckled his pants and pushed them down to his ankle.  I
lay back with my legs spread wide open and my labia completely distended in
open invitation.  Matt gasped.  "You are so beautiful," he murmured.

   "Come on, let's get it on," I encouraged.

   Matt inserted his large penis directly into my open cunt hole.  I began
to buck and twist immediately I was so hot.  As he began to thrust into me,
I went right off with the cum cascading from me.  I had never reached an
orgasm so quickly in my life.  I know it had to do with the entire
situation of being out in his backyard in the early evening having sex and
having come up to his house stark naked.  I was getting off on all of that.

   "Ah yeah," I cried out.  "You're so good, lover."

   Matt began to push into me with wild abandon himself and I half sat up
and grasped him by the shoulders so he could push into me as hard and as
far as he possibly could.

   Suddenly he tensed and then exploded almost literally shooting his cum
into me from a high pressure fire hose.  It felt so good I began to orgasm
again.  Sweet Jesus, it was the best sex that I'd ever had.  Please don't
tell Sara.  It might hurt her feelings.  Matt continued to shoot into me
for what seemed like the longest time.  I kept pushing up meeting him with
every one of his deep thrusts.  Good God, we were rutting like wild
animals. It was so passionate.

   Even though it was chilly out, we both had perspiration pouring off us
from our sexual endeavors.  Finally it ended as all good things must come
to an end, but that doesn't mean this can't be a beginning.  I hugged him
to me as hard as I could pressing my bare body mostly against his still
clothed one.  I wanted to see him naked, but that would have to wait until
another time.

   As we embraced I idly found myself wondering if anyone had looked out
the window at us.  If they had, they probably thought Matt was performing
CPR on some poor nude girl.  In this case, I'm not telling you what the C
stood for.

   After a few minutes, of course, we began to get chilly, so Matt
carefully buttoned up his coat around me.  He was so tall that I was
completely covered and then some.  We made plans to go out on Friday night
to a movie.  I guess this relationship would work backwards since it had
started out with a bang.  There you see, Sara - I do have a sense of humor.

   Matt went in and borrowed the keys to the family car and was kind enough
to give me a ride home.  He walked me to the door and we kissed and kissed
and then finally he said he had to get back before they called the police
on him for a stolen car.

   Despite his protestations, I insisted he take his coat.  After all we
weren't going to see each other for a week.  While we were still standing
there talking, a neighbor who lived in the apartment next to ours came out.
As soon as he saw me standing there totally nude, he stopped dead in his
tracks and then dashed back into his apartment and slammed the door.  Then
I observed the door open a crack and him staring at me through it.  Haha!
That was great!  I was beginning to see why Sara got off on this.

   Of course my roommate didn't care for it when I came in stark naked and
she was having a Friday evening romantic tête-à-tête with her boyfriend.
As my best friend Sara would have said - mwahaha!

   End of Part Thirty-Five



   It -(TM)s a Party By Bubblegom Chapter Thirty-Six

   Bubblegom here.  Mwahaha!  Did you like Betty -(TM)s chapter? 
Personally I think she did a great job.  Well, I hope you remember where we
were.  We, (the three of us, me, Krista, and Shawn) had just finished
making wild crazy sex when suddenly we heard the key turning in the front
door and Krista -(TM)s family talking!

   Krista, Shawn, and me jumped up in a heartbeat and pounded up the
staircase to the second floor.  I didn -(TM)t know right at that particular
time but Eric was able to beat it out the back door before they entered the
living room.  Unfortunately the problem with that was Eric had everybody
-(TM)s clothes.

   Now this didn -(TM)t bother Krista at all.  She naturally got dressed in
her bedroom where we were all huddled and then went downstairs to appease
her family by displaying that she actually gave a God damn.  Haha!  This of
course left Shawn and me still stark naked.

   Now I decided to have Krista tell me what outfit I could  -~borrow -(TM)
until I could get home, because I wanted Shawn to experience just a little
of what I had went through when I came down into the living room stark
naked to retrieve Krista -(TM)s clothes and he was standing there fully
dressed.  Of course I couldn -(TM)t help playing with him a little as he
sat on the side of the bed all huddled down now over his shriveled up
penis. Have you ever noticed that before?  Right after sex that long thing
just shrivels down to nothing for a little awhile.  Mwahaha!  Of course it
will be back and soon too!

   Krista had told me I could pick out anything I wanted so of course I
picked out the sexiest thing I could find.  It was a short light blue
midriff and a short blue skirt.  I pulled up the one chair in the room and
- that -(TM)s right  -" I sat right across from Shawn with my skirt hiked
up and my legs open and chitchatted with him acting totally oblivious to
the situation.  Haha!  Of course he started getting hard right away but he
remained hunched over attempting to hide it from my eagle eyes.

   I began to more than subtly finger the lips of my cunt while I talked,
much like I had with Kristine that first day in the shower together.  When
I suddenly jammed three fingers inside of myself and began to work them in
and out the cat was finally out of the bag, so to speak as Shawn groaned
aloud; he suddenly was almost in pain from watching me.

   Right then Krista reentered the bedroom.   -�Sara!  What are you doing?
-� she screeched at me.

   I tumbled to it right away.  Krista wanted us to do one of our routines
for the benefit of Shawn.  I realized she had some kind of trickery in
mind. Mwahaha!   -�What? -� I asked in my most innocent voice.

    -�This, -� she angrily exclaimed, marching across the room and yanking
my fingers out of my twat.   -�You -(TM)re masturbating in front of my new
boyfriend!  How dare you! -�

   I got the complete picture then.  My smart and beautiful girlfriend was
readying him to accept they were already going out.   -�Get up, you bitch!
-� KinkyLilSquirt demanded.

   I could hardly wait for her to tell Shawn what her nickname was.  Krista
yanked me up on my feet and pulled off my outfit in a split second.  I
really at that point didn -(TM)t haven -(TM)t idea what she had in that
twisted little mind of hers!  Mwahaha!

   She exclaimed,  -�You want to play with yourself so bad, do it right
now! -�

   Oh yeah, I got it then.  I began to push three fingers in and out of my
labia as fast as I could.  I know you -(TM)ll probably think this weird
with all the sex we just had, but this scenario got me hot.  God damn!  I
was ready to cum any second.  I can really get into these role plays we do
anyway and then doing in front of Shawn, who was sitting on the side of the
bed with his mouth agape.  He had forgotten to cover his dong in his
excitement at watching and it was already sticking way out.

    -�No, not that way, -� Krista demanded and she yanked me over to where
my twat was almost sticking Shawn in his face.   -�Do it right there, and
keep watching him look at your shameless hussy behavior. -�

   I swear to God.  She really said hussy.  It was to laugh but I managed
to keep a straight face and attempted to appear ashamed of myself as I
continue to plunge my fingers deep inside myself.

    -�Oh God! -� I cried out suddenly as I began to cum, attempting to keep
my voice down because of Krista -(TM)s family being home.

   My kinky girlfriend yanked my hand away from my pussy and pushed me up
in Shawn -(TM)s face as he was sitting exactly parallel with my creaming
labia.  I thought his eyes were going to bug out of his head right at that
second.

    -�Ok, that -(TM)s enough waving your twat at my new boyfriend, -� she
exclaimed while pulling me back out of the way.  She was a trip that day 
-" let me tell you.

   Krista took my place in front of Shawn -(TM)s face and she suddenly
lifted her short skirt.  She wasn -(TM)t wearing anything beneath it.  She
was becoming more like me everyday.  It was actually getting a little
scary. I didn -(TM)t know if the world was ready for two of me.

   Shawn -(TM)s eyes bugged out a bit more.  He was beginning to resemble a
man on Frog Island.  My sexy girlfriend reached down and uncovered his
erection by pulling his hands away.  She quickly began to work her hand on
his impressive shaft making it even longer.  Suddenly he groaned loudly and
shot off a huge wad of his cum almost straight up in the air.  Man, you
should have seen Krista jump back then.  I -(TM)ve never seen her move so
quickly.

   I must admit that I failed to see her strategy for a moment, but then
watching her when she revealed the beauty of her nakedness by quickly
stripping off her outfit, I understood she wanted a long romp with this guy
and want the preliminary cumming out of the way first.  That -(TM)s my
girl! Haha!

   Krista pushed Shawn back on the bed and threw herself wantonly on to him
rubbing her naked body all over his.  The two of them were moaning so loud
I grew frightened her parents would hear, but I guess they thought someone
was having their period or something and didn -(TM)t want to know about it.

   Shawn was rubbing his hands over all his new girlfriend -(TM)s sexy body
while Krista satisfied herself by kissing him everywhere she could reach on
his upper body, including suckling his little tiny nipples.  Man, you
should have seem him squirm when she was doing that.  Apparently guys are
sensitive there also.

   Finally they were feverishly kissing each other while ramming their
tongues into each other -(TM)s mouth while continuing to embrace as hard as
they could.  Well, I decided that I had seen about as much as I could stand
and I climbed up on the bed with them.  I was resting on my knees and I
lowered my mouth on to Shawn -(TM)s huge erection until I had as much as I
could in my mouth.  I began suckling on it as hard as I could as quickly as
possible realizing that I only had a short time until Krista would be ready
for her turn.  Sure enough just as she was disengaging from her kissing
him, Shawn began to twist and writhe and his orgasm was shooting straight
up out of his prick.  I pulled my mouth off and his cum came flying out
right in front of Krista -(TM)s startled appearing face.  Mwahaha!

   She immediately did me one better by climbing up on Shawn -(TM)s face
and indicating to him that she desired to be eaten out by him until his
penis had scored a major comeback, so to speak.  He was more than happy to
oblige and soon Krista was moaning so loudly I grew frightened again that
her family would hear her downstairs.

   Shawn -(TM)s left arm was hanging limply off the bed.  I picked it up
and took three of his fingers and placed them inside my cunt and began to
work them in and out.  Despite all the sexual play I had participated in on
that day, I still couldn -(TM)t stop if there were more to be had.  I think
I was starting to approach a sexual point of no return.  Mwahaha!  One
where I would end sitting in some institution, drooling on myself, stark
naked of course and playing with myself twenty-fours a day.  Oh well, I
guess there -(TM)s worse lives that that, come to think of it.

   As Krista -(TM)s new boyfriend continued to work his fingers in and out
of my brimming pussy, I leaned over him and did him fair trade.  I began to
gently rub my hand on his now shriveled shaft, but man!  It didn -(TM)t
remain like that for very long.  It was soon six inches and still growing
by leaps and bounds, so to speak.  I whispered in Krista -(TM)s ear, 
-�Shawn -(TM)s ready. -�

   My cute girlfriend, quick like a little bunny, leaped up from his face
and, reversing herself, she sat right down on his now completely rigid
prick.  But she was sitting backwards!  I mean, of course, she was facing
away from him.  Mwahaha!  I had never seen anything like this friend of
mine.  Shawn allowed her to bounce up and down on him a few times and then
he took her by the waist with his big strong hands and literally lifted her
off him and then set her so she was crouched on her hands and knees.  He
quickly scrambled up behind her and began to rub his hands all over her
body, up under her flat stomach, and gorgeous breasts.  And then he rubbed
them straight down to her crotch and began to massage the outside of her
labia gently with his whole hand.  Man, Krista was just about to scream, I
tell ya, when he then inserted his seven-incher right straight into her
cunt hole from behind and began to ride her with all his might.  I quickly
slid under the front part of her body until I was laying on my back beneath
her beautiful face.  I reached up and pulled her down to me and began to
kiss her feverishly, while rubbing my hands over her breasts and then
culminating with removing my mouth from her -(TM)s and placing it instead
on her nipples.  I was sucking them furiously, when I suddenly heard her
mewing like a little babe and suddenly she began to climax with a
vengeance. Oh, she was bucking and writhing then!  Shawn hung on for the
ride, which was well over a minute and, then being the perfect gentleman
after waiting for his lady to satisfy herself, he shot off his load of cum
straight into her.  They both then collapsed on the bed and ultimately onto
me.

   Well, I think we dozed for quite a while and then we started moving
around, because we became hungry.  Krista had to wait until she had eaten
her dinner and, then during the evening, she snuck us up some food; the
best too!  Turkey sandwiches with lettuce, mayonnaise and plenty of salt.
Mwahaha!

   We stayed up there in Krista -(TM)s bedroom all weekend and fucked like
little rabbits.  Oh, by the way, we made Shawn stay naked.  Haha!  And we
would make rude remarks about him; you know, sexist remarks like  -" look
at the shlong on that dude.  I wonder if he -(TM)s smart enough to know
where to put it.

   Well, he would show us over and over that he knew where it went.  If he
tried to cover himself with a blanket or something we would take it from
him.  It turned out he was very ticklish, so it was no problem getting
anything away from him that he attempted to use to cover himself.  It was
the bomb!  We had our own twenty-four hour a day sex toy.  And every time
we would start rubbing on him, he -(TM)d get hard again, no matter what. 
It -(TM)s a wonder we didn -(TM)t kill him or, at the very least, cause his
dick to fall off.

   Shawn was able to stay all weekend because he called his parents and
told them he was spending it with a friend.  Haha!  Some friend or should I
say friends?  Anyway I had permission from my mother to stay at Krista
-(TM)s  -" what did my mother care?  I bet we made love over fifty times
during those two days and three nights.  I know I -(TM)ve never done
anything like it before or after that time.  Come Monday morning Krista and
I could barely walk.

   We smuggled Shawn out of Krista -(TM)s house after her family had gone
to bed on Sunday evening.  He was wearing one of her father -(TM)s
bathrobes and Krista called him a taxi  -" haha!  you -(TM)re a taxi! 
Sorry, old joke.  And she was nice enough to lend him the money, but she
made it perfectly clear to him that she expected her money back.  My
beautiful girlfriend told him she wasn -(TM)t supporting a gigolo! 
Mwahaha!

   Man, Krista and I slept the sleep of the sexually exhausted that night,
let me tell you.  And I even got to school on time on Monday morning.  Of
course, that was because I was with Krista and she -(TM)s never late.  What
a goody two-shoes.  Haha!

   You should hear what happened on Monday, but wait  -" that -(TM)s for
next chapter.

   End of Part Thirty-Six



   It -(TM)s a Party By Bubblegom Chapter Thirty-Seven

   Well, as I said last chapter, thanks to Krista, we got to school on
time. In fact, we arrived about fifteen minutes early which ordinarily I
wouldn -(TM)t have been pleased with, because I hated being in school so
much I begrudged every extra second spent there; although that day was
different.  It afforded me the opportunity to go around and touch base as
much as possible with the people who had been at Kristine -(TM)s
Thanksgiving party.

   In fact, you wouldn -(TM)t have believed it, but all the details were
already all over the school.  You remember the power and effect of the high
school grapevined rumor mill, don -(TM)t you?  Or maybe you were raised in
the Vatican City  -" mwahaha!  Anywho, come to find out, I had become a
major high school celebrity overnight.  All that day people, a lot of whom
I didn -(TM)t even really know, were coming up to me asking me for the
details and begging to be invited to our next party.  Haha!  It was the
bomb, let me tell you.  Even seniors were coming up to me and remember, I
was only a freshman.

   Of course, none of them realized that I knew that behind my back they
were calling me everything from a bull dyke to the lesbo queen, but that
didn -(TM)t bother me none.  Eric and I both knew that not only was our
love strong, but so was our sex life!  Mwahaha!  I always said that this
bell swings both ways.

   First off I discovered Kristine hanging around in front of our home
room. She told me everything was okay with her except that she had been
grounded for the next sixteen straight years.  Lets see, I told her that
would mean she would miss her high school graduation, attending college,
probably getting married, and she wouldn -(TM)t be allowed out on a date
until she was thirty.  Hehe, I don -(TM)t think she saw the humor in it,
but my good friend did admit she was doing much better than Nicole, who
hadn -(TM)t even been allowed to attend school that week and it was so bad
at her house that she wanted to go to school!  Her mother sent her to a
shrink for about two years before they figured out that Nicole wasn -(TM)t
queer.  Man, talk about lame.  It should have been her anal-retentive,
Bible thumping mother that was sent to the shrink, but that -(TM)s another
whole can of worms that I -(TM)m not opening, unless Nicole wants to tell
it sometime.

   During that morning I was able to talk with Rebecca, Christa, and Eudora
and according to what they told me, everybody had gotten away clean without
any consequences being wreaked on them.  Of course Betty had already
graduated from high school, but I called her at lunch time at the store
where she worked and she proceeded to tell me everything she has since
related in the chapter she wrote.  If you haven -(TM)t read it then you
-(TM)re reading all this out of order and you need to go find her chapter
as quickly as possible and read it.  Then go to your family doctor and
explain that you need meds because you -(TM)re schizophrenic  -" mwahaha!

   When Betty told me everything that had happened to her running around
Nicole -(TM)s neighborhood stark naked, I laughed my ass off.  She got real
pissy and informed me she failed to see the humor in it (she has since
changed that position), but she did admit that she wouldn -(TM)t have met
Matt.  My friend was already totally enamored with him and she just went on
and on about it.  I didn -(TM)t mind, I -(TM)ve been there, done that
myself and have the T-shirt.  Besides he was a sweet guy and I was going to
have to remember to thank him for helping Betty when I saw him next.  He
was a senior so sometimes I didn -(TM)t see him for days at a time, but I
made a commitment to look him up during the coming week and thank him.

   Finally I had to beg off and tell Betty I needed to get to class. 
Actually I didn -(TM)t because it was still lunch period, but lord!  Enough
is enough for one call.  I promised I would call her in the evening and let
her bore me to tears then  -" mwahaha!  Again, don -(TM)t get me wrong.  I
-(TM)m not judging her, I was the same way right after I met Eric.  You
know, I just realized something.  I bet our friends are glad when we
-(TM)ve finally been going with someone for awhile so we can quit talking
about them so much.  Haha!

   I finally got through all those miserable afternoon classes.  You know,
the ones where the clock on the wall in the room refuses to move.  You wait
for what you think is at least fifteen minutes and then you look up at the
clock and you see only two minutes has passed!  I used to be able to sit in
the back of the room and surreptitiously slip my hand down my skirt
waistband and finger myself when I got bored; which, of course, was all the
time  -" haha!  But then everybody learned about me and they would watch me
like a hawk during class.  Now you know me  -" I -(TM)m not shy, but I just
didn -(TM)t feel like masturbating myself in front of a classroom of
people. I just don -(TM)t consider it to be a spectator sport.

   Finally the last bell rang signifying the end of school for the day, and
I was free.  Free at last!  Catchy, huh?  When I located Krista she was
hanging out in front of her locker talking to this senior named Tom.  Now
let -(TM)s get straight right from the beginning, this guy was a hottie. 
He was fairly tall, had a nice build, long brown hair and was incredibly
handsome.  Best of all, he didn -(TM)t think he was that hot, so he was a
nice guy.  All those guys who think they -(TM)re God -(TM)s gifts to women
and treat us like shit should all be castrated.  Mwahaha!  At least, that
-(TM)s what I think.

   Meanwhile back to Tom, I would have jumped his bones in a heart beat
except for one thing  -" his girlfriend.  Her name was Alecia and let me
tell you  -" you -(TM)ve heard of a love  -" hate relationship, haven
-(TM)t you?  Well, Alecia and I had a hate  -" hate relationship and it was
mutual!  Whenever she came around me I could immediately feel my hackles
rise and I -(TM)m sure her -(TM)s did too at the sight of me, which was too
bad because  -" believe it or not  -" she was hotter than her boyfriend. 
She was only a freshman but for some reason she looked to be about
nineteen. I mean we -(TM)re both nineteen now and she looks exactly the
same as she did then!  I don -(TM)t know why, some girls were just like
that.  They physically matured faster than everyone else, maybe she ate too
many fast food hamburgers, haha.

   Alecia stood five feet, six inches, had long reddish-blonde hair and was
built like the proverbial brick shithouse.  Not only that, but her face
held timeless beauty.  I can -(TM)t explain it better than that.  It was as
if no matter what era she had been born in, she still would have been
considered beautiful.  And yet there was also a touch of world weariness in
her expression, as though she had already been there and done that, but
didn -(TM)t mind because she was more than willing to do it all again.  All
things considered, I had always thought it was a shame that we didn -(TM)t
get along, because I would have liked to jump her bones too.

   We were standing laughing and talking with Tom.  There were still a
number of people in the hall getting ready to go home for the day when
Alecia suddenly came around the corner.  When I saw the fire in her eyes
from spotting me with her boyfriend I knew there was going to be bigtime
trouble.  There was just no way she would let me slide with this and there
was no way either that I was going to back down to her.  Once you start
backing down to people, it -(TM)s impossible to stop; at least that -(TM)s
what I think.

   She stalked on her high heels down to us in a second and a half, at
least that -(TM)s what it seemed like.  That was another thing about her.
She dressed like a woman would dress, tasteful skirts and blouses.  That
just made her all the more desirable in my eyes, probably in her boyfriend
-(TM)s also.

    -�Tom! -� she exclaimed.   -�What the hell are you doing with
this...this...  bimbo? -�

    -�Bimbo?! -� I laughed.   -�What the hell have you been reading? 
Mickey Spillane? -�

   Alecia pinned me with one of her killer gazes and riposted,  -�If I want
any shit from you, I -(TM)ll squeeze your head. -� That was a pretty good
line under the circumstances.  I had to hand to her.  It got the crowd
going too and they moved closer to us enclosing us in a circle.  I couldn
-(TM)t have backed down now if I wanted to.  And I didn -(TM)t want to.

    -�Hey slut-monkey!  You wanna piece of me?  Come on then.  Fuck this
foreplay working yourself up to it.  Let -(TM)s just get it on! -� I
invited.  I know, I know...slut-monkey?  Well, when you -(TM)re real mad
you -(TM)ll say any crazy thing.  You could probably yell out the Star
Spangled Banner at whoever you were fighting with and it would sound like a
threat.

   I -(TM)ll give Alecia her due, she was game from the start.  She just
dropped her books and bag on to the floor and kicked off her high heels.  I
noticed she was stocking footed and I figured that was an advantage for me,
because she would find her footing to be slippery to say the least in those
school hallways.  She was smart too.  Alecia didn -(TM)t even think about
charging me which would have been to my advantage because of my innate
quickness.  Instead she dropped into one of the more basic karate defensive
stances, where supposedly she could block any punch or kick easily by
deflecting it left or right, up or down.

   I began to feel queasy down in my gut because if she were a black belt
she was going to hand me my ass on a silver platter.  But luckily for me as
it turned out Alecia had just begun to take Karate classes at that time. 
You know me, I had to find out right away; so I faked a straight right and
when she moved her left arm sideways to block my punch I slipped in a good
left cross right on her chin!

   The punch served two purposes; one, it hurt her and two, it told me she
had no Karate skills to speak of.  I breathed a sigh of relief.  The blow
snapped her head back into a locker.  I realized that must have hurt, but
she was tough.  Alecia didn -(TM)t make a sound and instead glared at me
with even more hatred, if that was possible.

   I decided to try another left cross which turned out to be a big
mistake, because she was ready for that and when I stepped forward she
brought up her left stockinged foot right up under my pussy  -" hard!  Now
it wasn -(TM)t as if I was a guy or something because I -(TM)ve had guys
tell me if they were kicked in the balls like that, the fight would be over
and they would be on their knees puking, but it did hurt enough to have a
foot pounding up there where usually only other things were allowed.

   Observing the look of pain of my face, Alecia then made a mistake of her
own.  She attempted the same kick and this time I was ready.  I grabbed on
to her ankle before it reached its -(TM) goal.  I didn -(TM)t know what
else to do right then so I just hung on to her ankle and began to hop her
around in a circle.  This caused the crowd to start laughing at her and she
actually snarled at me.  I was beginning to understand that I had
underestimated the entire situation.  I had been hoping to just beat her
butt and get the hell out of there and go home.  Now I could see that wasn
-(TM)t going to happen and I needed to readjust my strategy.

   As I have previously mentioned, Alecia was wearing a knee length dark
skirt and a ruffled white blouse.  I reached out with my free hand and
grasped the waistband of her skirt and ripped it completely off her!  
-�You bitch! -� she howled.  The crowd started going wild, yelling and
hooting.  I realized I needed to get this done quick before some teacher
heard us or worse  -" a principal.

   I couldn -(TM)t believe my own eyes.  Beneath that dark skirt, Alecia
was wearing a half slip.   -�Oh my God! -� I cackled.   -�You wearing a
half slip!  I though those things existed only in books. -�

    -�You dumb slit!  You -(TM)re so stupid, you don -(TM)t know not to
admit that, -� Alecia cracked back at me.

   'Touch�(C),' I thought.  'This girl is good.'

   She suddenly wrenched her ankle from my grip and quickly stepped back
from me.  We both stared at each other for a second and then we made our
next moves.  It just so happened that we each had the same move in mind. 
When I went for the waistband of her half slip, Alecia slipped in and
grabbed my blue denim skirt.  RIIIIP!  Alecia was suddenly clad in pretty
yellow ruffled knickers and I could feel a breeze on my pussy.  Mwahaha!

   I said mocking her,  -�Ooh, your knickers are so cwute. -�

    -�That -(TM)s more than I can say for your nasty looking cunt hole, -�
she angrily responded.  Remember?  I was completely shaved down there.

   Before I could respond in any manner, the beautiful girl slipped my
guard and grabbed me up in a huge bear hug.  Being considerably taller than
I, she managed to pick me up completely off the ground and was squeezing
the very breath out of me!  My breasts were completely mashed against hers
and to avoid my feet just dangling uselessly off the ground, I had wrapped
my legs around her waist and was squeezing my genitals against her bare
skin between the top of her knickers and the bottom of her blouse.  I
-(TM)m not ashamed to tell you I was getting plenty turned on by that, but
I had to do something quick or I was going to pass out!

   I placed both my hands on her sternum and pushed her back as far as I
could with her still hanging on to me for dear life.  Then I quickly moved
my hands to her collar and ripped straight down tearing all the buttons off
her blouse exposing her very fulsome bra encased breasts.

    -�You bitch! -� Alecia screamed at me.

    -�Mwahaha! -� I laughed back at her.

   Right then I happened to notice that Tom and Krista were standing off to
the side and not paying attention at all to our struggle, but instead were
laughing and talking.

    -�Don -(TM)t look now, -� I said,  -�but Tom seems to be enjoying
himself getting to know Krista better. -� Of course Alecia whipped her gaze
over to where they were standing.

    -�Tom! -� she screamed.  Haha!  You should have seen his expression. 
He looked like a deer caught in headlights.

    -�I thought I told you not to look, -� I declared as I used the
opportunity from her attention being divided to rip off her bra exposing
her breasts to public view.  God!  They were large, beautifully formed,
breasts with enormous nipples; just right for suckling.  I couldn -(TM)t
help myself and I began to suck on her left nipple as she continued to hold
me up in her arms.

    -�What are you doing? -� Alecia screamed in frustration at everyone and
everything and she attempted to throw me down to the floor.

   I managed to get my feet under me in time and I began to pummel her with
both of my closed fists in her rib area with all my might.  I had her
completely at my mercy and I fully expected her to capitulate any second
when she reached out and ripped my knit shirt off rendering me stark naked
except for my shoes.  Mwahaha!  I guess she thought me being naked at
school would be a new experience for me and I would quit fighting.  Fat
chance!

   To pay her back in like kind, I reached down and pulled her last bastion
against public nakedness down to her feet totally exposing her, carefully
bikini trimmed, beautiful pubic hair that rested on her plump mound just
above her gorgeous labia.  She was left looking incredibly sexy wearing a
yellow ruffled garter belt attached to her stockings as her only pieces of
apparel.  No wonder Tom was so whipped!  When Alecia bent over to retrieve
her knickers, I came up with my right fist in an uppercut that nailed her
flush on the chin.  She teetered on her feet for a second and then fell
backwards, over and out.  Turn the burner off and take her out of the pan.
She was done.

   I -(TM)m not certain, even now, if Alecia was conscious, semiconscious,
or unconscious when the voice of the principal sliced through the general
din of the crowd in the hallway.   -�What -(TM)s going on down there? -�

   I could tell immediately from his question that he hadn -(TM)t seen us
yet because of the crowd of students who were closely pressed around us.  I
quickly looked up for Tom and motioned for him to go get his car.  He
nodded that he understood and he and Krista ran down the other way and out
of the school.

   I bent over Alecia.   -�Wake up! -� I ordered shaking her a little. 
When she didn -(TM)t respond, I shook her a great deal harder.

    -�Wha? -� she mumbled.   -�Leaf me alone. -�

    -�Wake up! -� I tried again.   -�If you don -(TM)t get up, we -(TM)re
going to get expelled. -� The word expelled appeared to make a definite
impression on her.  Her eyes flew open although they were still fluttering
in her head.  I pulled her to her feet and we staggered through the crowd
on the other side away from the approaching principal and down the hallway.

   When we reached the outside, Tom came screeching up in his car  -" right
on time.  He reached behind him and threw open the back door.  Alecia and I
tumbled in.   -�Go!  go!  go! -� I loudly entreated while pulling the door
closed behind us.  Tom punched it and we roared from the parking lot and
out on to the highway.

   Alecia gave directions to go to her house, her parents weren -(TM)t at
home.  Since Krista was sitting in the front seat with Tom, I used this
glorious opportunity to pull Alecia next to me and cuddle her as best I
could.

    -�Why did you save me? -� she whispered.

    -�Don -(TM)t be a spaz, I would never leave you in such a predicament.
We -(TM)re two of a kind, you know, -� I answered.

   Alecia smiled sweetly at me.  A moment later, I leaned over and began to
passionately kiss her.  She made no protest and I trailed my left hand
gently down from her breasts over her sweet little belly and down to her
secret place.  Once there, I located her clit and began to manipulate it
with my middle finger.

    -�Oh, God damn, -� she moaned.   -�That feels so good. -�

   Tom pulled his car up his girlfriend -(TM)s driveway.   -�We -(TM)re
here, -� he unnecessarily announced while turning his head to look at us.
When he saw what we were involved in, his eyes grew big as saucers.

   Haha!  I thought.  Welcome to the world of Bubblegom.

   Tom had managed to salvage Alecia -(TM)s bag so at least we didn -(TM)t
have any difficulty getting into the house.  We reached the living room and
our hostess told us to make ourselves at home, that she was going to take a
quick shower and disappeared into the bathroom.  Krista giggled at Tom
-(TM)s continuing abject staring first at his girlfriend until she had
disappeared from his sight and then at me.

    -�Take a picture, it -(TM)ll last longer, -� she told him.

    -�That -(TM)s a great idea! -� he exclaimed.   -�I -(TM)ll go get the
camera. -� And he ran off to look for it.

    -�Now see what you did, -� I kidded Krista.  She stuck her tongue out
at me.

   'Well, in for a penny, in for a pound,' I thought and walked down the
hallway and stepped into the bathroom.  The small room was steamy from the
hot water being run in the shower.  Alecia was behind the shower curtain. I
pulled the curtain aside and stepped in behind her.  I began to kiss the
back of her neck while gently cupping her breasts with my hands.

    -�What took you so long? -� she asked.

   Okay, that -(TM)s it for this chapter kids.  Stay tuned and discover
what happens with me, Alecia, Krista, and Tom.  Mwahaha!

   End of Part Thirty-Seven



   It -(TM)s a Party By Bubblegom Chapter Thirty-Eight

   Well, I hope you remember where we left off.  If you don -(TM)t
remember, go back to chapter thirty-seven and refresh your short attention
span.  Even if you do remember, go read it again.  It -(TM)s a pretty hot
chapter, I think.  I had just stepped in behind Alecia while she was taking
a shower.

    -�What took you so long? -� she asked.

   I stepped on my tiptoes and began kissing the back of her neck while
gently cupping her breasts with my hands.  I sensed her enjoying my
ministrations as her entire body seemed to relax at the same time.  I
suddenly had a pang of sympathy for the girl who I had previously hated
right up to a few minutes before, as I realized there were things in her
life that caused her to carry herself the way she did.  Alecia apparently
felt as though she had to always be on the defensive at all times or she
would go under in some crucial way.

   I whispered,  -�No one can get you here.  I won -(TM)t let them. -�

   That must have been the right thing to say as she turned and pulled me
to her in a tight embrace.  It felt wonderful, my bare skin everywhere
touching hers.  I want to get something straight right now.  As you
probably realize by now, I have a pretty good body but compared to Alecia,
I was just a scrawny little thing.  Part of that as I said was due to her
early physical development, but the rest of it was she had the best body I
had ever seen up to that time.  I was just contented looking at her naked,
to tell you the truth.

   We stood like that for quite a long time until the warm water began to
grow coolish.  At that point we realized if we were going to shower we
-(TM)d better do it then or prepare to take a cold shower.  Not being a
guy, I personally had no desire to take a cold shower or to lower my libido
either  -" mwahaha!

   Alecia took the bar of soap and broke off a piece of it and handed it to
me.  We both lathered our hands up and then proceeded to rub the soap all
over each other.  If you have never done this, I would highly recommend it.
It is so hot rubbing your hands everywhere with that soap while having the
same done to you; plus you were getting clean!  And you know what they say
-" God is Clean to Nextness or something like that.  Haha!

   When my new friend was cleaning me somewhere below my waist, she must
have thought she had lost the soap and she began probing for it with her
fingers inside my labia.  Sweet Jesus, this coming on top of all that
foreplay of the fight and that -(TM)s what I decided later that we had been
doing without realizing it when we were fighting  -" participating in
foreplay, her fingers suddenly in me felt heavenly.  I began thrusting
myself against her hand as hard as I could.

    -�Oh do me, -� I murmured.

   Alecia redoubled her efforts in response to seeing my reaction.  It
probably surprised her somewhat to see me so wet so quickly, but at the
time she just had no idea at the high state of sexual arousal I stay in
most of the time.  I swear I can dream about a telephone pole and cream in
my sleep.  Haha!

   Suddenly my lovely new friend had taken me completely over the top as I
began to orgasm with a vengeance.  My hips twitched in the sex act
literally out of my control as the cum felt as though it was being ripped
from my body.

    -�Oh God, Alecia! -� I cried out.  Since the bathroom was just down a
short hall from the living room, I gathered it was probably no longer a
secret from the other company what we were doing.  There was nothing I
could do about that.  It just felt so good I had to yell.

   When I finally finished climaxing, I pulled her to me again in a loving
embrace.  I began to kiss her all over her face and then moved down her
long beautiful neck.  It may sound silly to you but her neck was so
graceful appearing.  I mean, think about it  -" have you ever seen somebody
with a neck so short that it actually appeared that their head was merely
resting on their shoulders?  Haha!  If it -(TM)s a guy, they -(TM)re
usually called no-neck.

   Well, Alecia had this long beautiful neck just right for smooching.  I
moved slightly down and began kissing all around her awesome breasts.  As I
mentioned before, they were gloriously shaped with enormous nipples.  I
realized I was getting to her as she was steadily moaning and writhing in
my arms.

   I tongued her nipples before moving down further.  I sank to my knees
and kissed all of her lower belly.  I tongued her belly button causing her
to twitch and laugh.

    -�Please, -� she cooed.   -�I -(TM)m very ticklish. -�

    -�Mwahaha! -�

   It was an innie by the way.  As Alecia continued to wiggle from my
kissing all over the top of her pubic thatch, I suddenly inserted three
soapy fingers up her rectum.

    -�Oh Christ! -� she screamed.  I continued to work them in as deeply as
I could.

    -�Hurt? -� I asked.

    -�Yes, -� she gasped,  -�but keep going. -� Haha!  A girl after my own
heart.  I knew from experience it would begin to feel good to her real
soon. Sure enough, a moment later she was moaning my name and it wasn
-(TM)t from pain.

   I quickly located her love button and pressed my tongue against it while
continuing to jam my fingers in and out of her gloriously shaped behind. 
To stimulate Alecia even more I was pulling her to me with my right hand in
time with my thrusting with my tongue.

    -�Oh!  Oh!  Oh, Sara! -� she wailed loudly.  I knew I was getting to
the girl big time, hehe; not only from her exhortations, but also that she
had become extremely wet and it wasn -(TM)t from shower water!

    -�What are you doing in there, Sara? -� I heard Krista call out.  She
had obviously entered the bathroom.  I could tell immediately from the tone
in her voice that she wanted to role play.  Well, I was up for it! 
Mwahaha!

   Suddenly my sexy girlfriend yanked the shower curtain open and exposed
Alecia and myself in some perverted lesbian acts.  Haha!  We both couldn
-(TM)t help but turn our heads and look at her.  Tom stood behind her
outside the bathroom in the hallway and the expression on his handsome
features was priceless; somewhere between complete shock and extreme lust.

   I think observing her boyfriend watching her carried Alecia right over
the edge and she began to cum and cum and cum with it flowing out of her in
a veritable flood of multiple orgasms!

   Oh!  Oh God damn Sara! -� my lover cried out as I licked all the cum I
could from her nether regions.  Tasty fare, indeed.

    -�What are you doing, you slut?! -� Krista demanded in a shrill voice.
It was all I could do to keep from bursting out laughing.  You should have
seen the shocked expressions on Alecia and Tom.

   My lovely girlfriend yanked me out of the bathtub but was careful not to
hurt me or cause me to lose my footing.  I winked at her one time, hoping
that no one else saw it except for Krista and hoping that she understood I
was requesting a change of role plays for today.  She must have because she
quickly winked back one time and then fell silent waiting for my lead.

   I reached out and pulled off Krista -(TM)s knit blouse in one swipe! 
Her bountiful breasts were safely tucked away for the moment in one of her
extremely lacy bras.  My wild sweet love had been requesting for me to
participate in a scenario with her where I pretended to be upset with her
and I stripped her naked in front of people that didn -(TM)t know her well.
The crazy nut wanted me to do it at school one day and I had managed to
talk her out of it.  Can you imagine?  I had to be the responsible one,
that -(TM)s when you know you -(TM)re in big trouble  -" mwahaha!

   Krista really got into it, I -(TM)ll give her that.  She screeched, 
-�Sara, you bitch! -� and attempted to slap me, but I easily blocked it;
particularly when it was all an act.

    -�Sara? -� Alecia asked thoroughly confused at this point.

   Tom, on the other hand, didn -(TM)t look confused at all.  The handsome
young man was buying the act completely  -" haha!  I clutched Krista -(TM)s
skirt by the waistband and pulled it down to her feet in one swift move.

    -�You cunt! -� she cried out in supposed complaint and actually was
slapping me very lightly around my head.  Below the waist, my beautiful
friend was only wearing her shoes and a very narrow see-through thong  -"
in other words, not much!  You could easily make out the lips of her sex
which gave me a sudden idea.

   I reached down and grasped the top of her thong and pulled upwards as
high as possible causing it to almost become buried in her pussy slit. 
Mwahaha!

    -�Oooh! -� Krista screamed, but it was alright.  I could already
observe she was wet down there.   -�Stop it, stop it! -�

    -�Okay, -� I said, appearing nothing if not completely agreeable and I
yanked the thong completely off her body leaving her practically stark
naked from the waist down in front of our new friends since she was now
wearing only her shoes and her bra.

   I flung the thong over to Tom who had now entered the bathroom but he
still remained as befuddled appearing as ever.  As Krista supposedly turned
to entreat the young man to return her underwear to her, I unsnapped and
removed her bra fully exposing her beautiful breasts to him.  The teenage
girl was now standing in front of him completely unencumbered of any
clothing.  Tom stood frozen with Krista -(TM)s thong clutched tightly in
his right fist and his mouth agape, totally unable at that moment to
initiate any action of his own.

   I will say this for Alecia -(TM)s boyfriend  -" he was very gallant. 
Tom actually attempted to cast his gaze away from my friend -(TM)s nudity
and he complained,  -�Stop that right now, Sara!  And give her her clothes
back. -�

    -�Mwahaha! -� I laughed at him.

   From behind me I suddenly heard Alecia warn,  -�You -(TM)d better stay
out of this, Tom  -" I -(TM)m telling you.  It -(TM)s better to not get
involved in other people -(TM)s relationships. -� And I knew right then
that Allie had tumbled to it that we were putting them on, because if she
thought that it was real she would have attempted to stop me.

   Tom, bravely or stupidly (take your pick depending on your personal
viewpoint), lumbered forward until he was standing next to Krista and in
front of me.   -�Here, -� he said handing my girlfriend her thong.  He didn
-(TM)t notice she made no attempt to replace it on her body as he already
realized he had bitten off more than he could chew.  Mwahaha!

   I had already unsnapped his white slacks (he wasn -(TM)t wearing a belt)
and pulled down his zipper.   -�Stop Sara! -� Tom complained in a
frightened voice.  I think he really was scared that Alecia would wait
until he was asleep one day and fuck him up because of this out of
jealousy.

   I paid absolutely no attention to his protest but pulled his trousers
down to his feet, while Krista yanked his jockey shorts down
simultaneously. His seven inch erection almost hit my sexy friend right in
the eye and as Alecia -(TM)s boyfriend scrambled to cover his huge prick
with his two hands we pulled his pants and underwear completely off.

    -�Stop it, -� he half heartedly protested but I think this time it was
all for show.

   Krista and I both just ignored him and proceeded to rip his attractive
looking sport shirt completely off his body, buttons flying everywhere. 
Tom -(TM)s upper body looked pretty damn good to me.  Apparently he was one
of those guys that looked a lot better naked than he did dressed  -"
mwahaha!

   Of course the handsome young man moved his hands in an attempt to save
his shirt and when he did, I checked out his beautiful penis a lot closer
and noticed he already had a drop of precum on the head.  He was certainly
ready to go!  Haha!  We weren -(TM)t going to have to mess around with him
with any senseless foreplay but would be able to get right to the main
agenda.

   Don -(TM)t you just hate that when you have to cuddle with guys and kiss
them a lot and tell them you love them before they -(TM)ll agree to have
sex with you, girls?  I mean you practically have to tell them you -(TM)ll
still respect them in the morning before they -(TM)ll fuck you.  Haha!

   Well, we had Tom stark naked except for his shoes and socks and I
figured he could keep them for protection if he wanted.  Krista and I each
grabbed him by a shoulder and forced him to sit on the bathroom floor. 
From there we made him lie flat on his back.  Good thing this was a fairly
good sized bathroom, wasn -(TM)t it?

   His prick was standing straight up in the air and before he could move
away I clambered aboard and plunged myself straight down on it!

   Oh God!  It felt so good to be impaled on something long for a change.
That thing felt as though it was tickling my tonsils.  I guess Tom had
finally decided he believed in that old sexist saw; when rape is
inevitable, lie back and enjoy it.  Except he wasn -(TM)t lying back, he
had become actively involved.  His thrusting with his lengthy erection was
reaching places inside of me I -(TM)m not sure had ever been reached. 
Every nerve in my body was screaming out for release and it felt better
than any drug I ever did.  I mean it  -" I was rushing like a bitch.

    -�Oh fuck me! -� I screamed out.

   I leaned down and kissed him passionately over and over, thrusting my
tongue into his mouth as he continued to thrust upwards as quickly as he
could.  The handsome young man suddenly sat half up and hugged me in a
giant embrace as he shot his love juice all the way up me.

    -�Oh, oh, oh, -� he gasped, as his quivering cock continued to convulse
with cum.   -�You -(TM)re great, -� he whispered to me.  I suppose he didn
-(TM)t want Alecia to overhear him but it didn -(TM)t look to me as though
she cared to be jealous any longer as she had stepped out of the tub and
was kissing and hugging Krista at that moment.

   I went off like a sky rocket with my cum cascading from way deep inside
of me.  At least, that -(TM)s what it felt like.  I -(TM)m sure the entire
experience was partially due to everything that had occurred in the last
hour; from stripping his girlfriend stark naked in the hallway at school to
making love with her in the shower and now to Tom finishing the whole thing
off with his monster cock.  Lord!  What a tasty sixty minutes that had
been.

   When I finally finished cumming, I sat slumped over Tom for a few
minutes.  Imagine my surprise when I realized he had remained massively
hard.  I wanted to do him again but my mother had taught me not to be
greedy  -" haha; so I climbed off him and proceeded to give him a good knob
slobbing just to get him totally hard again.

   As he started moaning from my suckling his giant prick, Krista lightly
slapped my shoulder in complaint.   -�Hey, it -(TM)s my turn, -� she
whined. Haha!  She can be so adorable.  I told her to relax, that I was
just getting him primed.  You have to prime that pump, you know?  Mwahaha!

   Once I had him all cleaned up, I took my mouth off his throbbing manhood
(hehe) and I moved away from him while sweeping my right arm over her.  
-�Volia, -� I said.

    -�Merci, mademoiselle, -� Krista replied.  Man, she sure is a kick, ain
-(TM)t she?

   Before Krista could take my place by climbing aboard Tom to bareback
ride him, Alecia suddenly moved around to Tom -(TM)s feet and pulled him
partially out into the hall.  At the time I was just attempting to lie down
in the bathtub and I thought, Whatever.  I was plain and simply exhausted
and needed to just  -~be -(TM) for awhile.  You should try getting that
tired, it -(TM)ll take the edge off your sex drive alright.

   I had taken some thick fluffy towels and placed them in the bottom of
the tub and then laid on them.  Oooh!  That felt so good.  It was then that
I took the opportunity to glance around.  Besides Krista being steadily
pumped atop Tom -(TM)s lengthy penis, Alecia was now straddling her
boyfriend -(TM)s sweet face on her hands and knees with her beautiful ass
pointed towards Krista.  I really don -(TM)t know if that was any sort of
comment by Alecia to my friend over what she was doing with Tom or not  -"
hehe; but anyway, Allie had situated herself with her cunt hanging right
over Tom -(TM)s mouth.  Of course it was upside down; but you know what I
always say  -" any port in a storm.  With her pretty reddish blonde pubic
haired muff hanging down over his mouth, Allie -(TM)s boyfriend finally
took the hint and began to quickly lap her cunt.

   Krista was bouncing up and down so hard on Tom -(TM)s prick I thought
she was going to fly off and Alecia was on her hands and knees and rutting
like a dog due to the ministrations of her boyfriend -(TM)s tongue.  She
was looking right at me lying there in the tub and I winked at her.  She
offered me a big smile.  God, she was beautiful!  I wish I could have had
two girlfriends.

   Actually I wondered why I couldn -(TM)t.  It wasn -(TM)t as though we
were going to get married, or were we someday?  I don -(TM)t know if you
remember but a long time ago there was a series of weird sexual novels by a
guy, I think, called Robert Rimmer and he was always pushing ideas like
legalized marriage between one man and two women.

   Come to think of it, why is it always one man and two women?  Why not
one woman and two men?  One man couldn -(TM)t service two highly sexed
women.  They -(TM)d have him crying for mercy in two weeks.  Remember  -"
there isn -(TM)t one part on a woman -(TM)s body that has to get hard for
her to enjoy sex.  All she has to do is lie back and enjoy it.

   Finally despite being tired I couldn -(TM)t stand to watch all that
sexual activity and I began to play with my clit.  In no time I was
teetering on the edge once again.  Suddenly Krista began screaming Tom
-(TM)s name over and over and then she almost fell over off him as she
climaxed.  She probably would have if Tom hadn -(TM)t grabbed her and held
her upright on him as he shot off his load of cum for the second time in
about ten minutes.  Oh, the joys of being young.

   When I observed Alecia beginning her own orgasm it carried me right over
the edge again and I once again was twitching in sexual ecstasy.  We both
watched each other closely as we went off, I suppose in our minds we were
doing each other again.  It was awesome.

   By the time everyone had finished, Tom had cum all over his body.  I
quickly jumped up out of the bathtub and pulled Krista up on her feet.

    -�Let -(TM)s go, -� I whispered to her.   -�I think you should take a
quick shower, Tom, -� I advised winking at him and then I pushed my sexy
girlfriend out into the hallway and shut the bathroom door behind.  A
minute later I heard the shower water running along with some low moaning.
Mwahaha!

   There wasn -(TM)t much for me and my stark naked friend to do at that
point so I suggested we go into the kitchen and rustle up some grub because
all of that boffing had made me ravenous.  Krista put on a long apron that
covered her completely in the front and but left her nude back completely
visible.  I love that kind of thing.  It just goes to show you can take
perversion anywhere.

   Tom and Alecia emerged from their further sexual trysting an hour later
completely dressed causing me and Krista to appear a tad bit silly since we
no longer had any clothing to speak of; but to hell with it I figured.  You
should have seen Tom.  Even after all that, he was still attempting to be a
gentleman and not stare at us; so of course that caused his peeks to take
on a larger significance than it needed to and after a little while you
could tell he started to get hard again.  Guys!  They -(TM)re insatiable.

   Alecia solved the problem by lending us some clothing; luckily it was
something she had worn when she was younger because she was about four
inches taller than me and Krista.  If we had attempted to wear any of her
current apparel we would have been tripping on it.  Anyway Tom gave us a
ride home and right after dinner I went right to my room and crashed.  I
was exhausted!

   The next day I went to school as usual and was late again  -" as usual.
After third period, I happened to run into Matt in the hall.  You remember
Matt, right?  The guy who Betty was so hot on?  He -(TM)s tall and slender
and has dark blond short hair  -" ring a bell with anyone?

   I thanked him very much for helping Betty and he told me if I really
wanted to thank him I could invite him to our next party.  Mwahaha!  Well,
we didn -(TM)t get to talk for very long because the bell rang for the next
class.  It turned out that Matt, being a senior, had an open period so it
was decided that he would accompany me to my class.  He said that he
happened to know my teacher very well and that he was positive the teacher
wouldn -(TM)t mind him sitting in.

   Matt and I sat in the very back row in the room.  Half of the class was
missing due to sickness.  The closer it became to Christmas, the more
people said they were sick.  I guess they weren -(TM)t worried whether
Santa brought them anything or not.  Haha!

   There was no one sitting within four or five desks in either direction
because of this.  I was sitting in the next to last desk in the first row
and Matt had taken the desk behind me.  The handsome young man was wearing
a long raincoat still because it had been drizzling early in the morning.

   After the teacher had called the roll, she began the usual boring
lecture when suddenly one of those runners from the office showed up and
the teacher stepped out into hall.  A few minutes, she stepped back in the
room and explained she had to travel down to the office for a minute and to
please behave until she got back.

   I thought, 'Of course I will.  Mwahaha!'

   Matt suddenly began to massage my shoulders gently.  I felt all my
tension melt away at his sensual touch.   -�Oh, -� I exclaimed softly, 
-�that feels so good.  Don -(TM)t stop. -�

   As Matt continued to gently massage me, I pushed my desk back flush with
his in order to allow him maximum room and access.  Matt responded by
slowly pulling my blouse out of my short skirt until it was completely in
the open.

   The young man began to massage my back near my waist.  God, it felt so
good and I moaned softly.  Matt then placed his hands higher on my back and
then moved them around front to my breasts, pausing one in a while to rub
my nipples.  I began to squirm in my desk seat.

    -�Oh Matt, -� I whispered.

   Matt quietly slipped out of his desk and dropped to one knee beside my
desk.  He reached out with the touch of a surgeon and unsnapped my skirt
and then pulled it down to the class room floor, leaving me sitting there
half nude in the middle of class!  God, I was already sopping wet.

   The tall, young man stood up beside me and pulled me up into his arms,
while slipping his open long raincoat completely around me.  I reached down
and unbuckled Matt -(TM)s belt, unsnapped his light brown trousers and
pushed them and his red bikini briefs down to his knees, completely freeing
his new totally rigid penis.

   Matt leaned down kissing me passionately and then lowered his body by
bending his knees, while I groped his thick erection, finally culminating
with me standing on my tip toes while helping to guide his penis into my
engorged labia.

    -�Oh God, -� I moaned as Matt began to rock inside of me.

   A/N Okay kids, that -(TM)s it for this chapter.  Stay tuned for more
sexual fun while Matt and I make love in the classroom under his coat. 
Mwahaha!  By the way, Alecia has agreed to write about some of her own
sexual adventures and they will be posted on this site.  The Pussy Posse is
growing!

   End of Part Thirty-Eight



   It -(TM)s a Party By Bubblegom Chapter Thirty-Nine

   Hey, Bubblegom here.  I hope you remember where the last chapter left
off or that you even read it at all.  In case you didn -(TM)t and you
-(TM)re lazy or dysfunctional and don -(TM)t want to go back to it, I
-(TM)ll begin this one with the last part of that chapter.  Nice, ain
-(TM)t I?  Haha!

   Matt suddenly began to massage my shoulders gently.  I felt all my
tension melt away at his sensual touch.   -�Oh, -� I exclaimed softly, 
-�that feels so good.  Don -(TM)t stop. -�

   As Matt continued to gently massage me, I pushed my desk back flush with
his in order to allow him maximum room and access.  Matt responded by
slowly pulling my blouse out of my short skirt until it was completely in
the open.

   The young man began to massage my back near my waist.  God, it felt so
good and I moaned softly.  Matt then placed his hands higher on my back and
then moved them around front to my breasts, pausing once in a while to rub
my nipples.  I began to squirm in my desk seat

    -�Oh Matt, -� I whispered.

   Matt quietly slipped out of his desk and dropped to one knee beside my
desk.  He reached out with the touch of a surgeon and removed my skirt and
blouse, leaving me sitting there stark naked in the middle of class!  I
realized someone was cognizant of the fact because I heard several moans
and sharp intakes of breath.  God, I was already sopping wet.

   The tall, young man stood up beside me and pulled me into his arms,
while slipping his open long raincoat completely around me.  I reached down
and unbuckled Matt -(TM)s belt, unsnapped his light brown trousers and
pushed them and his red bikini briefs down to his knees, completely freeing
his now totally rigid penis.

   Matt leaned down kissing me passionately and then lowered his body by
bending his knees, while I groped his thick erection, finally culminating
with me standing on my tip toes while helping to guide his stiffened penis
into my dripping engorged cunt.

    -�Oh God, -� I moaned as Matt began to rock inside of me.

   It was so incredibly sexy to be standing there in the middle of a
classroom during a regular schoolday making love.  I managed to turn my
head just enough to use my peripheral vision to observe the entire class
was silently watching our every move, except for one guy who was sound
asleep with his head on his desk.  I bet when he woke up later and
discovered what he -(TM)d missed he -(TM)d be pissed.  Haha!

   Matt was indeed a wonderful lover in the best sense of the word.  He
continued to make slow deep thrusts into me, taking his time as though he
had all the time in the world.  The feelings I was experiencing were
exquisite as the extremely confident young man never varied his pace.  Don
-(TM)t get me wrong.  Matt wasn -(TM)t being gentle in any stretch of the
imagination but was pounding into me with each and every thrust  -" whap,
whap, whap.  It was so silent in the classroom otherwise that the sound
from each thrust sounded like a bullet exploding.  Just knowing the other
students were hearing that was turning me on even more.

   With each one of his savage thrusts into me I felt so God damn good that
I was teetering right on the edge of orgasm the entire time.  I wanted to
feel his entire naked body against mine and I reached up to his top button
and pulled his shirt completely open and then pulled him closely to me. 
Jesus!  Naked skin to naked skin always feels so wonderful to me.  I bet I
wasn -(TM)t ever held when I was a baby.  That would fit my parents
perfectly too.

   Once I did that, Matt began to really pound into me at a much faster
rate.  Mwahaha!  It must have turned him on too.  He was now wildly
plunging his steel hard penis into me at an incredible rate and I could
tell he was just on the verge of his orgasm.  I think he was trying to hold
himself back until I cummed which was sweet but basically stupid because I
can cum just by looking at someone.  Haha!

   I figured I had one ploy up my lack of sleeves which would turn the
trick immediately; besides I wanted to see his nude body.  I reached up and
totally surprised him, to say the least, by sliding his coat and shirt off
his body leaving him standing there wearing nothing but me!

   His bikini brief and trousers had long since fallen to his ankles
leaving him standing in class basically totally nude.  Mwahaha!  I took a
quick glance around the room while continuing to twitch my hips in time
with his continued pounding into my cunt with his prodigious penis and I
noticed none of girls in my class looked embarrassed in any way.  In fact
they were all watching Matt -(TM)s love making completely enthralled and
intrigued.

   'And that -(TM)s what wrong with America today,' I thought.  'There
-(TM)s no virgins left.  Hehe!'

   Sure enough as soon as I had denuded him Matt shot off like a rocket to
the moon  -" blast off!  I pulled him even closer to me as he twitched over
and over in his cum spasms.  Boy, I was surprised to see he had so much cum
in him.  I figured a good looking guy like him would be getting some hot
sex action every night of the week, but he probably was one of those nice
guys who didn -(TM)t assert himself enough with women.

   Seemingly out of the blue my orgasm started to bubble out of me.  It
felt as though it started at the soles of my feet and worked it -(TM)s way
up  -" it felt that good.  I -(TM)m sure the reason it was so great was
because I was really getting off on the fact that we were fucking in the
middle of the school day in front of the entire class!  Mwahaha!

    -�Oh God! -� I cried out.   -�You -(TM)re so fucking good! -�

   I didn -(TM)t have to cry out.  In fact, it would have been prudent on
my part to have remained silent, but I couldn -(TM)t help myself.  I wanted
to help Matt by advertising what a great lover he was and I also couldn
-(TM)t help but screw with my classmates -(TM) minds a little more.  You
know me!  Haha!

   In fact it immediately became apparent that it was totally imprudent of
me as just at the second that I shouted out at my moment of climax, our
teacher, Miss Collins stepped back into the classroom.  Naturally her
attention was immediately drawn to us because of my indiscreet screaming.

   By the way, I just referred to her as Miss Collins rather than the more
politically correct Ms.  or even, God forbid, Mrs.  for a reason.  I really
didn -(TM)t know how old she was at the time, but she always looked to me
to be about twelve years old.  From certain things she had said concerning
herself during the teaching of the class, I was led to believe that she had
done incredibly well in school and in fact had been allowed to skip grades
several times.

   Consequently Miss Collins could have been as young as seventeen or
eighteen years of age when she began her first year of teaching the year
before.  On top of that, she wore a pair of huge round unattractive
glasses, Godawful plaid knee skirts with some kind of old ruffled colored
blouses and had her hair in pigtails!

   I kid you not.  She wore pigtails.  What I -(TM)m attempting to
communicate here is I think the area that Miss Collins was mature in was
her education.  I had always felt she was a stone cold virgin and probably
never had even been out on a date.  What happened next proved my point.

   As Matt had his back to the doorway, I certainly didn -(TM)t want him to
turn around and wave his still hard prick at Miss Collins.  She might have
had a psychotic break.  Mwahaha!  I quickly whispered to him that the
teacher was standing in the doorway and he best get dressed as quickly as
possible.

   I had locked eye contact with her and you can best believe she was
blushing as bright red as a fire truck.  The average teacher who walked in
on such a situation in their classroom would have been screaming holy hell,
but Miss Collins just stood there completely nonplussed.  I do think it was
probably a miracle that she didn -(TM)t faint.

   As soon as Matt had pulled his clothes up and on including his long
raincoat, I used him as a shield to pull on the paltry amount of clothes I
usually wear.  Of course the minute the young teacher had returned to the
classroom, the rest of the class had swung around to eyes forward, not
wanting to become involved in our sexual shenanigans in any way.  This
turned out to work in our best interest as it allowed Miss Collins once she
could finally move again to just return to her desk at the front of the
room and ignore the entire thing.

   As she lectured for the last few minutes of the class which were all
that were left to her, Miss Collins remained extremely flushed appearing.
Haha!  I bet she had areas in her body tingling she hadn -(TM)t even been
aware of.  I sat there barely listening as I was experiencing the highly
desired afterglow of good sex and I wasn -(TM)t going to let anything as
mundane as school to interrupt that.  Mwahaha!

   Finally the bell rang to proceed to lunch period.  Of course everybody
didn -(TM)t eat lunch at the same time.  The cafeteria wouldn -(TM)t begin
to hold everyone.  It so happened I didn -(TM)t have another class for an
hour so I was looking forward to maybe pulling Matt along with me somewhere
 -" like maybe the library, haha.

   I noticed when everyone exited the classroom they were cutting sly
glances at us and some of the guys still were sporting obvious erections
beneath their tight jeans.  That didn -(TM)t necessarily connote anything
though.  In the ninth grade guys can get hard just watching paint dry.

   Matt and I were standing in the very back of the line exiting the
classroom and just before we left Miss Collins discovered her voice and
asked me to remain.  I -(TM)m thinking naturally why just me, that Matt was
involved too, although I already knew the answer to it.  She really liked
Matt from the year before when she apparently taught some Junior level
classes.

   I -(TM)ll say this for Matt.  Unlike most other guys that I know he didn
-(TM)t cut and run, he stood right there beside me waiting.

    -�You can go, Matthew.  I need to speak with Sara alone. -�

    -�But-. -�

    -�Please, Matthew, -� Miss Collins entreated.  She certainly was a shy
thing.  I think I might have felt sorry for her in ordinary circumstances
but since I was certain she was about to take me down to the principal
-(TM)s office and have me expelled I was a little light in the sympathy
department.

   Matt offered one 'Well, I tried' glance at me and then had to leave.  I
understood.  It wouldn -(TM)t have helped me any if he got into trouble
too. My teacher walked him out into the hall and then came back into the
classroom, closed the door and locked it.  I must admit I was very
surprised that Miss Collins didn -(TM)t just dump me off in the front
office and I looked in askance at her when she returned to me.

   Of course none of this stopped her from saying that tired old hackneyed,
 -�Sara!  What exactly were you doing when I came back into the room? -�

   I think teachers take a special class in college entitled  -~Useless
Inanities and Other Foolish Ways to Confront Your Students. -(TM) Mwahaha!
I just had this gut feeling that nothing bad was going to come out of this.

   One reason was I think Miss Collins was far too shy to talk to the
principal about two students having...you know...uh...sex together.  Haha!
And the other reason was how badly it would reflect on her teaching skills
for something to happen like that in her classroom.  Teachers do have to
earn tenure you know and something like public shagging going on when you
-(TM)re supposed to be teaching algebra just doesn -(TM)t help your case
for long term employment.  Mwahaha!

   I decided that I wasn -(TM)t going to pretend to be led around by the
nose by this young virgin, so when she said,  -�Sara!  What exactly were
you doing when I came back into the room? -� I responded with  -�We were
fucking our brains out! -�

    -�Sara! -� she complained, flushing bright crimson.   -�There -(TM)s no
need to be vulgar. -�

    -�I agree, I just enjoy it. -�

    -�Sara, I -(TM)m going to ask you again, -� Miss Collins began to say.

    -�No, -� I interrupted.   -�I want to ask you some questions first. 
What -(TM)s your first name? -�

   The young teacher stood slightly stunned not quite certain how the
reversal in interrogation had occurred but she apparently found the
question to not be considered too personal to answer.

    -�Dorothy, -� she replied.

    -�Do you like to be called Dot, Dottie, what? -�

    -�I prefer to be called Dorothy, -� Miss Collins said formally.

    -�Okay, Dorothy it is.  Now how old were you when you graduated from
college? -�

   She hesitated but finally answered because I had her completely off
balanced.  This was not the way she had intended this interview to proceed
but the young teacher now appeared powerless to stop it.

    -�I was seventeen when I obtained my M.A., -� Dorothy explained shyly.

    -�Seventeen, Gawd!  You must be a damn genius, -� I exclaimed.

    -�Sara, -� she said primly,  -�I wish you wouldn -(TM)t curse. -�

    -�Well, you know what they say, you can wish in one hand and  -" oh,
never mind.  So you still live at home with your parents? -� I asked.

   Lowering her head until she was no longer looking at me, she murmured, 
-�Uh huh. -�

   That certainly let me know she was embarrassed about not living on her
own, but for God -(TM)s sake she was only nineteen and actually emotionally
she was probably about twelve.  So moving on to the more pertinent
information, I asked,  -�Have you ever been on a date? -�

   Dorothy quickly raised her head to glare at me.   -�I don -(TM)t see
where that is any of your business, -� she snapped.

   I giggled at her.   -�Well, that answers that question.  You haven
-(TM)t, have you? -�

   The young teacher -(TM)s entire expression softened from anger to
sadness.   -�No, not really.  I -(TM)ve gone out with groups of people in
college thanks to roommates who always felt so sorry for me being so young
and socially out of place; but to answer your question no, no one has ever
asked me out on a date. -�

   While Dorothy was speaking I had reached over and gently removed her
glasses and placed them on her desk.  Before she could complain, I queried,
 -�Do you actually need those to see? -�

    -�Well, -� she equivocated,  -�I need them some for reading. -�

    -�Ok, use them just for reading and do yourself a favor, get contacts
or better still get that laser surgery done.  You -(TM)re just hiding
behind these.  Now what -(TM)s with this hair? -� I asked while moving
behind and starting to take it apart.

    -�Hey!  What are you doing? -� Dorothy demanded.

    -�Take the other side and unravel it, -� I directed.   -�What -(TM)d
you do  -" wear your hair like this when you were twelve? -�

    -�Yes, -� she responded in a small voice.

    -�Well, it -(TM)s time you grew up, -� I suggested.

   Once we had her hair untangled, I asked her if she had a brush.  After
she silently handed it to me, I spent the next five minutes brushing her
hair out until it looked great.  She had dark black hair that brushed out
to hanging halfway down her back.

   I wouldn -(TM)t say she was beautiful by any means, but she was
certainly damn attractive now that she wasn -(TM)t wearing those horrid
appearing glasses and her pigtails.

    -�You know, -� I said,  -�you -(TM)re really very pretty and no one
would ever know it. -�

   Miss Collins blushed and lowered her head.   -�No, I -(TM)m not, -� she
murmured.

   So it -(TM)s gonna be like that, is it?  That -(TM)s okay I love a good
challenge, I thought.  Mwahaha!

   Next I leaned over and unsnapped her skirt in preparation of pulling it
down.   -�Stop! -� she demanded in a panicked voice.   -�What are you
doing? -�

    -�I want to see what your body looks like underneath all this crap you
wear. -�

    -�No, -� she insisted, struggling with me.

   I paid her no mind at all and pulled her skirt off.  I wasn -(TM)t even
surprised when I discovered she was wearing a full slip beneath her skirt
and red blouse.  That meant the blouse had to go too.

    -�Take you blouse off, -� I said.

    -�I will not! -� Dorothy exclaimed while trying to reach her skirt I
was still holding in my hand.

   I was discovering this to be extremely tiresome.   -�Look, take the damn
blouse off! -� I exclaimed.   -�I want to see how good a body you have
beneath all these poofed out clothes.  Or would you rather I ripped it off
you? -�

   Still greatly blushing Dorothy finally obeyed me unbuttoning and
removing her red blouse.  She stood attired in a full slip.

    -�There, that -(TM)s wasn -(TM)t so bad was it? -� I asked the
trembling teacher.   -�I am a girl you know.  You certainly don -(TM)t have
anything I haven -(TM)t seen before. -�

    -�But we -(TM)re in school, -� she protested in a half whine.

    -�And the door is locked and there -(TM)s no class expected for another
hour, -� I answered her.

   I reached up and pulled her slip down off her shoulders and then all the
way down her body and ordered her to lift her feet.  When she complied, I
placed her slip over with her skirt and blouse.  Holy shit, Batman!  You
wouldn -(TM)t have believed it!  It looked as if she were wearing an
industrial bra and knickers with reinforced steel.  I -(TM)m surprised she
wasn -(TM)t wearing a chastity belt.

    -�Sara, don -(TM)t look, -� Dorothy complained while attempting to
cover herself with her hands.

    -�Haha!  I can see why you wouldn -(TM)t want me to look.  Where do you
buy that hideous underwear from?  The Sears mail catalogue? -�  -�Why, yes,
I do, -� she answered a bit nonplussed.   -�What -(TM)s wrong with that? -�

    -�I -(TM)ll tell you what -(TM)s wrong with it, men like sexy
underclothing on a young woman  -" not that stuff. -�

    -�Men! -� she squealed.  I swear to God she was blushing again.

    -�Yeah, men, -� I repeated.   -�You know what men are right?  They look
alot like us but they don -(TM)t have big breasts and they have penises. -�
Mwahaha!

    -�Sara.  please! -� Dorothy protested.

    -�Oh, okay, -� I replied.   -�I wasn -(TM)t planning on it, but if you
-(TM)re gonna raise a fuss then I -(TM)ll have to. -� And I proceeded to
pull her knickers down to her feet.  She had the prettiest black pubic
hair.

   Of course she dropped her hands to cover her pubic area and I used the
opportunity to pull off her bra.  Oh, it was just all so predictable. 
Haha! Just another stripping of a public school teacher in her classroom in
the middle of the school day.

   After removing her bra I discovered she had the prettiest breasts with
gorgeous nipples.  I reached out and pulled her hands down from where she
was attempting to cover her pussy, and wasn -(TM)t surprised at all to
observe that she had a real right tight body.

    -�You are so pretty, -� I gushed.   -�Why do you hide yourself behind
such horrible clothes? -�

    -�I -(TM)m frightened, -� the young teacher spoke barely audible.

    -�You -(TM)re frightened of men? -� I asked.

    -�No, -� Dorothy answered shaking her head.   -�I -(TM)m frightened of
being rejected, of no one finding me attractive so it -(TM)s easier if I
reject myself before someone else can. -�

   Well, at least she had some insight into herself  -" it was a crock of
shit, but it was insight.  I had a dual fold plan in mind for this young
woman.  The young teacher of course had continued to blush furiously at me
staring at her naked body.

    -�There -(TM)s no need to be so embarrassed, -� I smiled at her.   -�I
-(TM)ve seen all this equipment before.

   When Dorothy offered me a tentative shy smile I knew I was home free.  I
quickly pulled her to me in a loving embrace.  I don -(TM)t think anyone
had ever done that for her before as she began to embrace me in earnest in
return.  It would have of course felt much better to me if I were nude too
and it was also quite a switch that I was fully dressed and my teacher wasn
-(TM)t.  Mwahaha

   I realized I needed to go slowly with her.  I began to run my hands
lightly over her naked body.  By this time Dorothy was making no
complaints. I think my touch felt so good to her that she no longer cared
about anything other than my caresses.  I was kissing her face softly,
although I made no move toward her lips.  I was going very slowly with her
and didn -(TM)t want to make any sudden moves which might flip her out.

   I slipped out of my outfit as unobtrusively as possible leaving me once
again standing naked in the classroom.  I had no interest at this point to
have the young teacher do anything to satisfy me sexually.  I just wanted
her to feel my bare skin rubbing on hers.  It always feels so good to me.

    -�Oh Sara, -� Dorothy exclaimed.   -�I really didn -(TM)t get a good
look at you earlier.  You are so pretty. -�

   My answer was to reach down with my hand to her pussy.  She was wet as
could be and her cunt was wide open.  She was ready for anything.  I
momentarily disengaged myself from my embrace of the pretty young woman and
reached into my knapsack.  I pulled out a eight inch dildo.

   Well, what did you did expect me to take out  -" a pencil?  Doesn -(TM)t
everybody bring a dildo to school?  Mwahaha!  I gently laid her back on her
desk and positioned her legs far apart with her knees drawn up.  Her labia
was so distended and wide open in that position it looked like the Grand
Canyon.  I couldn -(TM)t miss that target.

   I leaned over Dorothy from the right side of the desk and kissed her
finally passionately but kept my tongue in my mouth.  I still didn -(TM)t
want to freak her with thinking she was under some kind of crazed lesbo
attack.  This was not an ordinary dildo, no sir.  This was the
Accommodator. Mwahaha!  Not only was it natural looking and very long, a
person could fit it comfortably around the head to hold it in place or
around the waist.  I paid a lot of jack for this I don -(TM)t mind telling
you.  This was the 'Rolls Royce' of dildos.

   This was going to be perfect for the young virgin -(TM)s first sexual
experience.  Dorothy -(TM)s eyes grew very wide as she watched me step into
the dildo and pull it up around my waist.  I said,  -�Don -(TM)t worry,
hon. It -(TM)ll only hurt when you laugh, and I -(TM)m gonna have you
screaming in ecstasy in a minute. -�

   I -(TM)m quite the romantic, ain -(TM)t I?  Haha!  I positioned myself
at the end of desk and put my hands around the teacher -(TM)s narrow waist
and gently pulled her to me until her legs were hanging down off the desk
and her cunt was right on the edge.  I very carefully inserted the large
dildo into her distended pussy.  She was so wet even though she was
virginally tight it slid right in and the cunt walls surrounding it
literally suctioned the dildo in further.

   I didn -(TM)t see any reason to waste much time.  For one thing, we only
had about another forty-five minutes until the next class would be
clamoring at the door.  The other thing was I saw no reason to drag it out.
When I punctured her hymen it would hurt for a bit but after that it would
feel good; plus she had the golden advantage of me bringing her to orgasm
in her very first sexual experience.  How many young women can claim that?
How many have had just the opposite experience with an inexperienced
teenage boy going wham bam thank you m -(TM)am and being finished before
the poor girl knew what hit her  -" hmmm?  That -(TM)s right  -" you guys
are scum!  Mwahaha!  Just kidding, don -(TM)t worry.  It just takes more
girls like me to break you guys in right.

   I begin to thrust into her with a fast rhythm of in and out, in and out,
each time getting closer to breaking through her virginal wall.  This was
really fun  -" getting to be the guy for a change.  Having this large
artificial penis strapped around me really gave me the feeling of what it
might be like being a guy and plunging wildly into a woman.  Of course I
wasn -(TM)t experiencing the same feelings and yet I was terrifically wet
down there and the dildo was bouncing back against my pussy so I was
feeling pretty good anyway.

   Suddenly the dildo and I (great name for a book, huh?   -" the dildo and
I) broke through her hymen.  She was brave I -(TM)ll say this for her, she
just moaned a little.  On the other hand, maybe she was too frightened of
losing her job if someone heard us or maybe she just wanted to be rid of it
once and for all.  Personally I think she was sick and tired of being a
virgin and was thankful I had come along when I did.  And that is what she
expressed to me later.

   As soon as I knew I was through her virginal barrier I really became
motivated to bring her to fruition and make Dorothy -(TM)s initial sexual
experience a memorable one.  I was really banging into her now.  In fact
the whole thing of being naked with one of my teachers in her classroom in
the middle of a school day and fucking her brains out with a dildo was
turning me on too!

   I was so wet it was a veritable flood and I was close to achieving my
orgasm myself.  Now I guess I was having the opportunity to view the sexual
experience from the man -(TM)s perspective and how difficult it might be
for him sometimes to hold off his climax until his female partner had
achieved bliss.  Because I had the definite feeling that once I spewed my
cum out I wouldn -(TM)t feel as motivated to continue servicing my young
lover.

   Consequently I did as I heard one time that men did to postpone orgasm;
I began to think of things I strongly disliked, such as liver, broccoli,
geometry class, the Smurfs!  Mwahaha And suddenly Dorothy began to moan
louder and louder until she began calling out,  -�Oh Sara! -� and she
experienced what she told me later was her first orgasm ever, never having
masturbated!

   I then allowed myself free rein and we came together.  It was heavenly
and who would guessed that school held for me two orgasms in two hours. 
Now that -(TM)s an education I can relate to.  I slipped the accommodator
off me and pulled her up from the desk and hugged her tightly.  Finally
seeing by the clock on the wall that the next class was due in ten minutes,
I suggested to the young teacher that we had better get dressed if we didn
-(TM)t want to offer the next class some unusual entertainment.  Haha!

   I insisted Dorothy wear my blouse and short skirt and wouldn -(TM)t give
the young teacher her industrial underwear back.  I threw them and the
dildo back into my knapsack and put on her Godawful skirt and blouse.  Man,
people were giving me strange looks for the rest of the day because of that
outfit  -" haha!

   We made plans to meet after school and you should have seen the look on
Krista -(TM)s face when she discovered we were going to be hanging out with
a teacher.  Mwahaha!  Another amazing thing was it turned out that her
parents were worse than mine.  I didn -(TM)t think that was possible, but
it was sad  -" but true.

   My mother, of course, was thrilled to think we were hanging out with a
teacher.  Man, what a hoot!  Krista, Dorothy, and I used to come home after
school, go straight up to my room, strip off immediately and spend the rest
of the afternoon fucking each other.  Man, there was more cumming than
going, that much was certain.

   Sometimes Eric and Shawn would come over to visit.  Of course you know
my mother  -" when boys were there, my bedroom door was supposed to be
open. Haha!  There was a lot more sex going on right under her nose when
there weren -(TM)t any guys there.  So I solved that problem.  Until she
changed her mind, I had everybody strip down stark naked.  Then we would
sit around and talk, or listen to records and watch TV until she couldn
-(TM)t stand it anymore and she asked me to keep the door shut please. 
Mwahaha!

   It grew closer to Christmas so I took to going to the Mall everyday in
my effort to shop lift my gifts for everyone.  Well, I still didn -(TM)t
have any money, you know?  Sometimes Dorothy would go with me and I didn
-(TM)t shoplift anything when she was with me, because I never wanted to
get her into any trouble.  She had a profession.  Couldn -(TM)t you just
see that headlines?  Teacher arrested for shoplifting along with student.
The papers just love that kid of shit.

   It was a couple of days before Christmas and Dorothy and I were at the
mall doing some last minute shopping.  For once I actually had some money
that I had scrounged up somewhere.  As we sashayed through the crowds I
kept feeling as though we were being followed, but when I would turn around
I couldn -(TM)t see anyone I recognized.  I talked Dorothy into going into
one of those teen oriented clothing shops; not for Christmas shopping, but
for herself.  She still didn -(TM)t have any hip outfits.  The only new
clothes she had she had borrowed from me and she needed to get some of her
own.

   We hadn -(TM)t been in there very long when I finally discovered who had
been following us.  He was a guy I knew fairly well from school.  His name
was Alex, although his nick name for some reason was Dark Dude.  Who ever
knows what these guys are going on about?  Haha!  He stood almost six feet,
had dark brown hair, hazel eyes and appeared to have a great body.  All in
all, he showed a lot of promise  -" mwahaha!  I didn -(TM)t know if he was
following me or Dorothy or both of us, but I leaned over to my friend and
asked her to remain there without telling her why.

   Then I doubled back to Alex until I was standing directly behind him.  I
reached down and grabbed him by the balls and said,  -�Is there anything
you -(TM)re looking for specifically? -� as if I were sales personnel. 
Man, you should have seen him jump!

   When he whirled around he was certainly surprised to see me standing
there.

    -�Why were you following us? -� I asked.   -�Have you turned into some
kind of mall stalker? -�

    -�Hey, Sara, how are ya?  Is that really Ms.  Collins, the teacher with
you? -�

    -�Man, -� I complained.   -�You really know how to dash a girl -(TM)s
ego, don -(TM)t you?  I thought you were wanting to talk to me. -�

   I slipped my hand down the front of his jeans and cupped his package
inside of his underwear.  Alex turned bright crimson but whether it was
from being embarrassed over what I had said or what my hand was preoccupied
with I couldn -(TM)t say.

    -�Yeah, that -(TM)s her, -� I answered.   -�But you call her Dorothy
outside of school as to not embarrass her and you make no reference to her
being a teacher unless she brings it up herself  -" okay? -�

   Alex quickly agreed and I led him over by his prick.   -�Dorothy, this
is Alex, -� I introduced him.  I think he was disappointed when I pulled my
hand out so he could step forward and shake my friend -(TM)s hand.  At
least he groaned.

    -�How do you do? -� Dorothy asked formally.

    -�Oh he does pretty good for himself, -� I giggled.

   While I had been conversing with Alex, the young teacher had picked out
several outfits she wanted to try on.  She disappeared into the dressing
room.  I stood talking with Alex about what he had been doing in the most
recent past.  Suddenly Dorothy called out that she needed my help in the
dressing room.  I leaned over and whispered to Alex that he should remain
close by and come into the dressing room when I called him.

   I hurried into the dressing room.  Of course my friend was asking me
what I thought of a certain outfit she had tried on.  I thought she looked
darling in it.  It was a zip up in the back red blouse, skirt ensemble. 
She was asking me if I thought it looked too tight on her.  I told her no,
not if she didn -(TM)t wear any underwear beneath it because it was so
tight that it would show off the outline of her bra and knickers
unattractively.

   We of course argued about that but I finally talked her into it and
removed her bra and knickers from her body.  I next told her to come out of
the dressing room and look at the outfit in the mirror.  After she checked
out herself in the mirror and she was pleasantly surprised as to how good
she actually looked in the outfit, we returned to the dressing room.  Right
at the exact minute I helped her remove her outfit and as she stood totally
nude, I called Alex into the dressing room.  As I stepped out I heard
Dorothy exclaim coyly,  -�Oh Alex, don -(TM)t look at me.  I -(TM)m so
ugly. -�

    -�No, you -(TM)re not, -� the young man contradicted.   -�You -(TM)re
the most beautiful woman I -(TM)ve ever seen. -�

   A/N Well kids, that -(TM)s it for this chapter.  Stay tuned for the next
chapter  -" The Great Dressing Room Love-In and Santa Gets a Rise. 
Mwahaha!

   End of Part Thirty-Nine



   It -(TM)s a Party By Bubblegom Chapter Forty

   I had just helped Dorothy off with the outfit that she was considering
purchasing and as she stood totally nude in the clothing shop -(TM)s
dressing room, I called Alex in and I stepped out.

    -�Oh Alex, -� Dorothy exclaimed.   -�Don -(TM)t look at me, I -(TM)m so
ugly, -� I heard my friend say coyly.

    -�No, you -(TM)re not, -� he contradicted.   -�You -(TM)re the most
beautiful woman I have ever seen. -�

   Hehe, I knew that line was going to serve him well.  He must have
practiced that thing in front of his mirror every night.

    -�Oh Alex, that feels so good, -� Dorothy gushed.

   I waited outside the dressing room to give them a few minutes to cut out
the small talk and get down to doing the  -~ol dirty deed -(TM) and then I
stepped back into the dressing room.  My entrance went unnoticed as they
were extremely preoccupied with each other.  To my surprise Alex was
completely starkers.  Dorothy must have insisted he strip stark naked
before they started.

   'Wow!  She really has changed,' I thought.

   And I observed I was right about Alex.  He had a terrific upper body. 
Man, just looking at him was turning me on.  Or maybe I should qualify that
to looking at the two of them going at it the way they were was making me
as hot as a fire cracker.  Alex, being much taller, had set Dorothy up on
one of those little benches they have in the dressing rooms and was
shagging her against the wall for all his worth.  Whap!  Whap!  Whap!  She
was being gently slammed into the wall shaking the entire dressing room.

    -�Oh Alex, -� she was moaning over and over.

   I was positive they could hear them all over the store.  I wasn -(TM)t
worried though.  Betty was the manager there and I knew the sales personnel
on duty had enough sense to leave me along --I thought.  I wanted in on
this action so I stripped down immediately but I forced myself to wait
because I didn -(TM)t want to disrupt anything until Dorothy had achieved
bliss.

   This was actually the young teacher -(TM)s first experience with a young
man.  I mean of course she had had sex with Eric and Shawn, but they didn
-(TM)t count  -" they were more of a  -~lend-lease -(TM) program from me
and Krista.  Mwahaha!

   Dorothy had pulled Alex to her in as tight an embrace as possible as he
continued to thrust his overpowering erection into her again and again.  I
was completely flabbergasted at the control he was displaying in not
cumming yet.  Most guys would have already gone off; particularly with a
new beautiful young woman they had never made love to before.

   I moved up closer beside them so I could get a bird -(TM)s eye look at
their sexual action.  I could see the entire length of Alex -(TM)s
beautiful cock filling Dorothy -(TM)s completely distended quim with his
balls hitting below her.  Oh God, it was making me so hot.  Did I ever tell
you that besides being an exhibitionist, I was also a voyeur?  Mwahaha! 
Man, I was already dripping wet.  I began to finger myself in preparation
of getting it on with Alex myself soon.

    -�Fuck me harder! -� the young teacher screamed.  I could sure tell she
-(TM)d gotten over her shyness problem in the time she had known me.   -�I
-(TM)m gonna cum! -�

    -�Oh Dorothy, I love you! -� Alex cried out.

   'Ah Ha!' I thought.  'I heard you, and I -(TM)m not gonna let you forget
it.' Dorothy had her first heart throb.  She was really coming along or
should I say  -" cumming along?  Mwahaha!

   Alex continued to jam his huge prick in and out of my friend -(TM)s hot
pussy until suddenly he cried out,  -�Oh God!  I -(TM)m gonna blow!  I
-(TM)m sorry. -� And he began to shoot his load of hot cum into Dorothy.

   I took his statements to mean he was feeling badly because he had
climaxed before his partner, but he was being way too hard on himself,
hehe, because my new friend was twitching and moaning as her orgasm
cascaded from her.

    -�Oh God, Alex, -� she moaned.   -�You -(TM)re so good. -�

   After a couple of minutes of hugging and kissing, Alex disengaged his
now shrinking penis from Dorothy, some of his cum running down her inner
thigh.  I knelt down and cleaned the young teacher up with my mouth and
then started on Alex.  In a few minutes of my special treatment he was as
clean as a whistle and hard as a rock.  And that was my intention the
entire time of my ministrations.  By the way, has everyone ever stopped to
think how clean is a whistle?  What the hell does that mean anyway? 
Mwahaha!

   Since I was still dripping wet, I certainly didn -(TM)t need any
foreplay and judging from the length of Alex -(TM)s now completely hardened
penis he didn -(TM)t either  -" haha; so I bent over right in front of him
and encouraged him to enter by waving the backside view of my opened labia
in his face.  Subtle, ain -(TM)t I?

   I -(TM)ll say this for my friend, he -(TM)s smart and figured it out
right away.  He plunged his raging manhood (I love writing manhood  -" it
-(TM)s so corny) straight away into my glistening honeypot.  Oh my sweet
Jesus!  When he rammed every bit of his long dong into me it felt so
Goddamn good I thought I was going to cum right off.

    -�Oh Alex!  Fuck me hard! -�

   I know, I know  -" not very original, but it was what I was feeling and
it was what I called out.  The handsome young man was more willing to
accommodate me in my request.  Polite, wasn -(TM)t he?  Mwahaha!  Alex
placed his big hands around my narrow waist and pulled me towards him as
hard as he could with every thrust of his long erection.  It felt as though
his prick was gonna come out of my mouth any minute, it was that intense.

   I had myriad exquisite sensations racing all through every inch of my
body as adrenaline carried it along, I was that excited.  My labia had
opened so much I probably could have taken on an elephant and I was
literally dripping onto the floor and I hadn -(TM)t even had my climax yet.
I began rotating myself around and around on his cock and he was groaning
louder than I could presently shout.  He might have loved Dorothy but I was
going to give him something to remember me by!

   Alex suddenly gripped me even tighter around the waist, actually causing
me pain but I wasn -(TM)t going to complain at that point.  Besides it all
intermingled with the extreme pleasure making it feel even better, if that
was possible.  All of my love making always had a little S/M in it anyway
and I got into it pretty heavy for a period of time but that story is later
on.

   My lover was now pulling me to him so tightly that I, as I was bent
over, could see his balls hanging beneath my labia with each heavy thrust.
If that wasn -(TM)t weird looking  -" haha!  It looked as if I couldn
-(TM)t make up my mind which sex I was.

    -�I -(TM)m cumming, Sara! -� Alex shouted as he proceeded to shoot his
heavy load of love juice into me.

   That was alright with me even though it was cutting short my sexual
pleasure because honestly I didn -(TM)t know how much more stimulation I
could handle from his cock before over-amping on sex, so to speak.  Also
when my lover shot his stream of cum into me it felt so good that it
triggered my own orgasm

   Goddamn!  It was fucking awesome as I was hunched over on his prick as
he continued to ride into me even though he was through climaxing.  This
guy was good, let me tell you!  Finally, unfortunately as far as I was
concerned, we were finished and Alex pulled his massive prick from me.  It
even felt fricking great on it -(TM)s way out  -" mwahaha!

   I stood up and turned around and observed Dorothy sitting on the small
bench in the dressing room.  Her eyes were still glazed, she had a small
half smile on her pretty face and I think she was still rushing from her
sexual activities with Alex.  I smiled at her and asked,  -�Are you okay?
-�

    -�I think I -(TM)m better than I -(TM)ve ever been. -�

   Before I could answer her, the dressing room door opened and one of the
store -(TM)s sales clerks burst into the small room.  I was shocked that
one of them would do that, considering Betty -(TM)s relationship with me
until I saw it was Hillary Chasen and then all made sense.

   The first thing that you need to understand is Betty herself couldn
-(TM)t stand this young woman, but there was little she could do about it
because Hillary never acted in a manner that was so bad that she could be
fired over it.  Although that -(TM)s not to say that she wasn -(TM)t a
constant irritant to both her co-workers and the store -(TM)s customers. 
In fact hardly anyone could stand her.

   She was pretty chunky as she stood five foot two inches tall and weighed
in the neighborhood of one hundred and thirty pounds.  Hillary had long
dark hair which should have stood her in good stead but unfortunately it
surrounded a face which greatly resembled a female impersonator.  Actually
I don -(TM)t mean to insult female impersonators because I have seen some
who appeared more beautiful than most women, so let -(TM)s just say she
resembled a ugly female impersonator.

   On top of that she had a whiny adenoidal voice and no personality to
speak of, unless you enjoy the clinging, helpless, obnoxious type.  Hillary
loved going to Ren Faires although unfortunately she always insisted on her
wearing her scanty cat costume.  This would have ordinarily been okay
except for the fact that it emphasized her gut hanging out and her jello-y
pasty white ass that bounced behind her.  She also, luckily for everyone
involved, wore a mask.  Personally I think it was the best feature of the
whole outfit.  An entire flag though might have suited her appearance best.
.  I -(TM)m sorry, I don -(TM)t mean to sugar coat it like this  -"
mwahaha! I just didn -(TM)t care for the woman.

   As soon as she entered the dressing room and closed the door behind her
and saw the three of us starkers, Hillary said,  -�Oh my God. -� But the
tone was all wrong.  It wasn -(TM)t excited sounding or dismayed or even
angry, it just sounded mealy mouth.

   Then Hillary spoke as if to herself,  -�Note to self.  Having sex in the
dressing rooms is against store policy. -�

   Dorothy was having conniption fits attempting to hide her nudity and
acquire apparel as quickly as possible until I gave her the high sign it
was okay.  I had already decided this young woman was going to pay heavily
for her indiscretion of blundering across my path.

   Hillary was wearing an ugly black skirt with wide slashes in it that was
sewn up with laces to appear dramatic.  She was also wearing a blue paisley
midriff baring blouse with her aforementioned belly hanging over her waist
band  -" ugh!  Her outfit was bottomed off, so to speak, with some ugly ass
square toed boots.

    -�You know you should just turn around and leave this dressing room
because I -(TM)m good friends with Betty and I -(TM)d hate to see you lose
your job, -� I offered.

    -�Oh ho, -� Hillary replied.   -�I can -(TM)t believe you all are
standing in here naked and threatening me.  I think I -(TM)m gonna have to
call security. -� And she turned to leave.

    -�I don -(TM)t think so, -� I said ominously.

   The unattractive, in all aspects, young woman turned and looked at me,
incredulousness written on her features.   -�I can -(TM)t believe you said
that.  Note to self.  This tramp doesn -(TM)t know when she is in trouble.
-�

   'Tramp!' I thought.  'That does it, this bitch is in deep shit!'

   I reached out and tore that midriff blouse off of her in one quick yank
causing her boobs to bounce merrily as she wasn -(TM)t wearing a bra.  I
-(TM)ll say this for her  -" they were pretty good sized but not
particularly attractive.

    -�Hey! -� Hillary yelled.  Mwahaha!  I actually had made her raise her
voice octave, so for once she didn -(TM)t sound quite so mealy mouthed.

   Of course, you know what happened next.  This is old hat stuff to me and
you by this time.  Hillary threw her hands up to keep prying eyes from
looking at her tits  -" like someone would actually want to with me and
Dorothy there naked.  When she did that, I reached out and pulled her skirt
clean off her.  She was reduced to standing there in her knickers and her
shoes.

    -�Stop that! -� Hillary protested but with as much force as a mother
telling a child to stop playing with his food.

   I just laughed at her and yanked off her knickers too exposing her big
black unruly appearing bush above her cunt.  Now I -(TM)m not one to say
anything like this because up to this point I had never seen one I didn
-(TM)t think was beautiful but she had some ugly looking cunt lips.  I
couldn -(TM)t quite put my finger on it but they just looked crooked or as
if something had torn them.  Actually maybe something had, I really knew
nothing about her sex life and didn -(TM)t want to either!

   I will say this for her.  She started screaming then at the top of her
bloody lungs but it was simply a case of too little, too late.  To make the
entire project a total success, I leaned down and removed her boots
rendering her as stark naked as everyone else in the small dressing room.
It was at this point in the proceedings that I usually would make a sexual
overture, but not in this case.  I don -(TM)t mind telling you, I wouldn
-(TM)t have touched this woman with your sex organs.  Haha!

   She was dancing a little jig while attempting to cover her privates at
the same time.  Actually the entire scene was pretty disgusting so I
encouraged everyone to dress as quickly as possible as I had my final
revenge in mind.  In fact Betty was later to thank me to my final solution
to the Hilary problem.

   No, no, I didn -(TM)t kill her  -" haha!  Following my directions,
Dorothy returned to the main part of the store and carefully hung up all of
the outfits she had brought into the dressing room.  I didn -(TM)t want
there to be any question among the sales clerks that we might have been
shop lifting.

   Naturally the store personnel were inquisitive as to what was happening
with Hillary but only out of a morbid curiosity; not because they had any
real concern for her.  Dorothy then went to the counter and asked if she
could please throw some trash away.  They said sure and showed her where a
trash receptacle was.  The young teacher, per my instructions, carried out
her mission to throw Hillary -(TM)s clothes away.

   When Dorothy returned to us in the dressing room we then proceeded to
throw Hillary out into the main part of the store butt naked!  She was
weeping and complaining but it was all to no avail.  She should have
thought of that before crossing me.  Mwahaha!

   Hillary began racing around the store attempting to find something in
her size off the racks, which was difficult in itself.  You know how these
stores always cater to anorexics anyway.  She had just located a top she
was going to pull on when she was confronted by one of her co-workers,
Sharon, a petite pretty young blonde woman.

    -�Oh no you don -(TM)t! -� Sharon protested.   -�You don -(TM)t put on
clothes until you have paid for them, you know that. -�

    -�But I -(TM)m naked and I don -(TM)t have the money with me right now,
even with our ten percent discount, but you know I -(TM)m good for it. 
Betty can take it out of my next paycheck. -�

    -�Note to self, -� Sharon deadpanned sarcastically.   -�I can see you
-(TM)re naked alright.  Trust me, it -(TM)s not a pretty sight and I would
like to help you remove it from my immediate vision but I can -(TM)t rely
on Betty taking it out of your next paycheck because you -(TM)re probably
gonna be fired for running around the store nude. -�

    -�Oh no! -� Hillary wailed.  Mwahaha!  It was music to my ears.  
-�That -(TM)s not fair.  You know Sara and those people took my clothes. -�

    -�I know no such thing, -� Sharon answered primly.   -�All I know is
you came out of that dressing room starkers and began running around the
store.  I think you -(TM)ve had a nervous breakdown, to tell you the truth.
-�

   By this time quite a crowd of customers had gathered around Hillary. 
Some of them had already been in the store and others had been drawn from
inside the mall in their quest to learn what the excitement was.  They all
had one thing in common and that was the manner in which they were
uproarishly laughing at the nude young woman.

   At the point when Hillary began begging with Sharon to allow her to put
something on, I -(TM)d heard enough and we all exited the dressing area. 
Having already discussed with my partners in crime what we were to do, the
three of us rushed the ugly whiny young woman out into the main part of the
mall and then stood across the doorway blocking her from reentering the
store.

   Mwahaha!  You should have seen that scene.  Hillary cut a swath of
attention through the crowded mall  -" let me tell you.  Remember, it was
just before Christmas and the place was packed.  I heard people saying
things such as,  -�Somebody should tell that naked hoe to go put some
clothes on.  I -(TM)m gonna get sick. -�

   Of course, if she had had any smarts she would have gone directly down
and hidden in the women -(TM)s rest room for the rest of the evening; but
not our Hillary.  She proceeds to run around screaming like a chicken with
it -(TM)s head cut off until security came down and placed her under mall
arrest.  Haha!  I really don -(TM)t know what that is.  What do they do  -"
make you serve your sentence at J.C.  Penny?

   Anyway the upshot was security called the police who took her away to
the emergency mental health facility in the area.  It -(TM)s not so bad, if
you like snake pits!  They had to hold her for three days, poor people. 
The last I heard of Hillary for awhile was she had some case before
unemployment and the wage and hour people.  Man, I -(TM)d like to hear some
of the testimony from those proceedings, let me tell ya.  Mwahaha!

   After the entire Hillary debacle had been swept away by mall security,
the entire sales force on duty applauded us.  That was cool, let me tell
you.  Having done our good deed for the evening, we sashayed our way from
the store and out into the mall proper.  Everywhere we went Alex was
holding Dorothy -(TM)s hand.  Awww, they were so cute appearing.

   When we passed by a hair salon Dorothy suddenly explained that she
wanted to get her hair trimmed and did we mind.  Alex and I both told her
to go for it.  She stepped into the establishment and discovered much to
her amazement that they could take her in about fifteen minutes.  All you
girls know what a miracle that was so we insisted that we didn -(TM)t mind
waiting with her.

   Alex certainly didn -(TM)t mind.  He just sat beside her holding her
hand until they called her up.  He appeared so enamored with her he would
have probably sat with her contentedly at the gates of hell.  I sat and
amused myself by spreading my legs beneath my ultra short skirt and
flashing my split bald beaver at the various customers and hair dressers.
Mwahaha!

   I received every kind of reaction from big smiles to expressions of
disgust to lustful gazes.  One young woman rubbed her tongue all across the
outside of her mouth.  I took that to be a yes to my question.  Haha!

   Now if I had hair halfway down to my ass, I wouldn -(TM)t have been
considering having it cut; although I understood Dorothy -(TM)s
predicament. She had had all that for years and years tied up in pig tails
and now all of the sudden she had to take care of it, washing and brushing
it completely out every night.  It can become a major pain in the ass, let
me tell you.

   After Dorothy was called up to the chair by the stylist, I leaned over
and spoke to Alex.   -�Look, I don -(TM)t mean to embarrass you, but I need
to ask.  What was that raw spot I saw on the head of your penis? -�

   Well, of course it did embarrass him as I could tell from his sudden
excessive blushing, his glancing away, and his defensive answer.   -�It
-(TM)s not any kind of disease sore or anything. -�

    -�Oh, I know that or I wouldn -(TM)t have touched you with Spoony
-(TM)s cunt.  Haha! -� That was a name that Betty sometimes referred to
Hillary as.  That helped to loosen the young man up some and he was able to
tell me.

    -�Please don -(TM)t tell Dorothy because I think it will hurt her
feelings, but I guess her pubic hair is so long and thick that it was
rubbing on me somehow, -� Alex explained.

    -�Oh, okay, -� I replied.   -�Well, I -(TM)m glad I asked.  I can help
out there. -�

   The young man blanched.   -�No, no, -� he protested.   -�Please don
-(TM)t say anything. -�

    -�Don -(TM)t worry, -� I insisted.   -�I won -(TM)t mention you and it
won -(TM)t hurt her feelings at all. -�

    -�Well, okay, -� Alex responded still sounding doubtful.

   I grinned at him.   -�You can trust me, you know. -�

   The handsome young man laughed and said,  -�I always have, Sara.  You
know that. -�

   Right then Dorothy approached us, her appointment with the stylist being
finished.

    -�Hi, what are you guys talking about so seriously? -� she asked.

    -�Secrets, -� I smiled.

   I thought Alex was gonna choke to death right then.  He must have
swallowed abruptly down his wind pipe in his surprised reaction to my
response and he coughed and coughed.  Dorothy and I began pounding on his
back.

    -�Alright, alright, stop, -� he pleaded.   -�I -(TM)m okay.  Goddamn, I
thought you all were trying to kill me. -�

    -�Mwahaha! -� I laughed.   -�Oh, your hair looks awesome! -� I
complimented Dorothy.

   I wasn -(TM)t just saying that.  A lot of times when people get their
hair styled it just looks awful for awhile but you of course tell them it
looks great, but in Dorothy -(TM)s case it did look fine.  Her hair still
hung down to her shoulders and was cut very attractively.  I really think
she appeared even hotter.

   When she asked us if we were ready to move on in the mall, Alex and I
quickly agreed.  We hadn -(TM)t walked very far at all when we came upon
Santa Claus in his large chair talking to children.  You know how these
store Santas are usually old winos and guys like that?  Well this one was
really different, to say the least.

   I had just happened to be there one evening when he came into the mall
just before he was due to go on duty and I espied the Santa Claus suit he
was carrying with him in a dry cleaning bag.  This guy was a real hottie,
let me tell you.  He was six feet tall, had bleached blond fairly long
hair, was incredibly handsome and was fairly slim.  He looked to be in his
early twenties and was probably a college student.  I had wanted to meet
him but I could see he was in a hurry so I couldn -(TM)t stop him right
then.

   Here was the perfect opportunity.  The line appeared pretty long, so I
told Alex and Dorothy they should continue on their mall expedition and I
would wait there.  It might have been me, but they didn -(TM)t seem very
disappointed to lose my company.  Mwahaha!  They quickly agreed and went on
their way.

   I stood at the end of the long line filled with children of all ages and
parents holding babies.  Nobody paid the slightest bit of attention to me.
Sometimes it is helpful to be as short as I am, plus I had seen teenage
girls talk to Santa before.

   Santa had a helper, a pretty young woman elf who placed a end of line
sign behind me.  It connoted that I would be the last person on that
particular night that might talk with St.  Nick.  This was because it was
growing very close to the mall time for closing.  This was perfect for what
I had in mind.  Mwahaha!

   By the time I reached the head of the line most of the stores had
already closed, but of course the mall itself was still open.  Alex and
Dorothy had come up and were standing off to the side glancing up at me
once in awhile from their intensely personal conversation.

   Santa called me while motioning with his hand,  -�Come on up, little
girl.  It -(TM)s growing late and Santa wants to get back home to the North
Pole.  Ho!  Ho!  Ho! -�

   This guy was extremely corny, but of course that was part of his job. 
There was absolutely no one around except for my friends as I stepped
forward and sat down on Santa -(TM)s lap as the Elf woman was flitting from
here to there preparing their leaving.

    -�Don -(TM)t be shy, little girl.  Tell Santa what you want for
Christmas. -�

   I wiggled my ass significantly on his lap.  I immediately felt him
harden under those flannel Santa pants.

    -�Um, don -(TM)t do Santa like that.  Just tell him what you want for
Christmas. -� I swear his voice had gone up several octaves.

   I wiggled once more on his lap and could feel his prick sticking up
beneath me.  I leaned back until my lips were touching his right ear and I
whispered,  -�What -(TM)s your name? -�

    -�Derek, -� he answered back,  -�And quit screwing around here.  I
could lose my job. -�

    -�We -(TM)re not gonna be doing any screwing, at least not right now,
-� I quipped.

    -�Ho!  Ho!  Ho!  That -(TM)s funny, little girl.  Just tell Santa what
you want for Christmas, -� Derek replied loudly in that false bass voice.

   I whispered once more,  -�I want your big massive prick up my twat. 
What do you think of that? -�

    -�Yeah, that -(TM)d be nice, -� he whispered back.   -�Okay, little
girl, -� he spoke aloud.   -�I -(TM)ll see what I can do.  Make sure and
leave Santa your address so he can find your house on Christmas Eve. -�

   Mwahaha!  He thought he was finished with me for the time being.  How
little did he realize at that point.  When I began to stand up, Derek
naturally assumed I was leaving and he shifted his huge Santa trousers in
an effort to cover his embarrassing erection.

   Instead of standing up, I shifted around so my position was much better
to reach down his pants when I sat back down on his lap.  As soon as I
reseated myself, I reached down inside of his elastic waist band past all
the padding they made Derek wear to appear rotund and groped his erection.

    -�Ooh! -� he exclaimed.   -�What are you doing? -�

   I began to stroke as much as his huge penis as I could as it lay inside
his trousers.   -�What -(TM)d you thinking I -(TM)m doing?  I -(TM)m
beating you off, Santa, hehe, -� I whispered in his ear.

    -�Please, -� he groaned.   -�Don -(TM)t, I have to be at work at nine
in the morning and there won -(TM)t be any time to have my costume
drycleaned if it got stained. -�

    -�Okay, -� I murmured.

   That was all the excuse I needed to hear  -" mwahaha!  Slightly rising
up for a second, I pulled his red pants and jockey shorts down to his knees
liberating his long erection to the mall air.  I noticed that the elf lady
-(TM)s eyes had grown wide in surprise but she also wore a smirking smile
on her pretty face.

   I began to seriously work my other hand up and down on his hard prick.
From where I sat it looked to be between six and a half to seven inches in
length.  'Long enough to please me,' I thought with a giggle.

   I hadn -(TM)t been doing him very long at all when Derek began to groan
louder and louder and twitching his hips up and down in a very good
simulation of the sexual act, that -(TM)s how good I was causing him to
feel.

    -�Oh God! -� he cried out, finally causing Alex and Dorothy to glance
up at us from their conversation.  They probably couldn -(TM)t believe
their own eyes as they observed me sitting on Santa -(TM)s lap jerking him
off when suddenly his cum began to shoot straight up in the air.  The elfin
young woman laughed to see such sport.  I needed to remember her, I told
myself.

   To save him from his dreaded worry of staining his Santa trousers, I
lowered my head and finished him with my mouth.  He tasted real sweet too.
Then when Derek had finished his climaxing and my mouth was dripping with
his cum, I plastered a big kiss on him snaking my tongue way deep into his
mouth.  I figured he should have some of it back.  The whole scene was so
fucking hot I -(TM)m surprised I didn -(TM)t orgasm myself, but I was
dripping wet.

   I realized Derek knew I was wet because I wasn -(TM)t wearing any
knickers.  I tucked his long dong back down inside of his pants and helped
him to pull them up to make himself decent again.  Nothing would ever make
me decent again  -" mwahaha!  As I stood up from his lap, Santa in a
complete surprise to me stuck his hand up under my short skirt.

   In a second he had located my clit and was manipulating it as hard and
as fast as he could.  Oh my God!  It was all that I could do not to scream
with pleasure.  I stood watching my friends and the still interested elf
who was smiling at me as Derek worked my clit as it were a toggle switch.

   I couldn -(TM)t help but yell, because it just felt so Goddamn good, as
the cum began to cascade from me on to his hand, but at least I was
appropriate.  I called out  -�Merry Christmas to all and to all a good
night, -� which set everyone to laughing, eventually myself included.

   The entire scene of Santa Claus manipulating my clit in the now emptied
mall in front of my friends and Santa -(TM)s helper seemed to take on a
surrealistic quality to me and it was all I could to maintain my footing as
my orgasm continued to gush from me.  Jesus, it was a veritable flood as
Derek kept pushing my one note over and over in what turned out to be one
of my largest sexual crescendo -(TM)s of all time or at least it was up to
that point in my life.

   I finally finished creaming all over his hand and wrist.  There was so
much cum it was running down my legs.  God!  It was great, it was so nasty.
It was then the entire situation proved to be too much for me physically
and I would have collapsed to the mall floor if Derek had not held me up by
clamping his hand firmly over my twat.  Damn, that felt hot too!

   He stood up behind and pulled me into him in an embrace.   -�That -(TM)s
was great, thanks, -� I murmured to him.

    -�My pleasure, -� he smiled down at me.  We made plans to meet on the
following night after he got off work and I gave him a kiss goodbye. 
Turning, I waved and smiled at the elf helper who did the same and then I
shouted out to my friends to come on and we walked from the mall.  On the
way out they didn -(TM)t say a word.  I wonder why?  Mwahaha!

   The upshot of it all was Dorothy and Alex made a date for the following
evening and then he gave us a ride to my house.  Dorothy was staying at my
house overnight as school was already out for Christmas holiday.

   Entering the house, we luckily skated right up the stairs past my family
gathered around our Christmas tree singing hideously offkey Christmas
carols.  Haha!  What a bad joke.  They called for us to join them and we
waved as if they were greeting us.

   Instead of entering my bedroom, I pulled my friend into the bathroom and
locked the door behind us.  She was looking at me all wild-eyed, God knows
what she thought I was gonna do to her, but I imagine she was more than a
little put out when I ordered her to drop her skirt and knickers on to the
bathroom floor.

   Sometimes if I was little too brusque I think Dorothy would become
frightened of me and I think this was one of those times because she just
complied with what I wanted and stepped out of her skirt and underwear. 
She probably thought I was demanding sex, but I wouldn -(TM)t have led her
to the bathroom to do that.  I don -(TM)t have any of that kind of
confusion  -" you know, between bathroom procedures and sexual tendencies.

   I have to admit though she looked sexy as hell standing there dressed
only in her blouse and shoes.  No wonder men might find that attractive, I
sure did; although that wasn -(TM)t what we were there for.  If I was
looking for loving, I would have suggested my bed  -" I -(TM)m weird that
way.  Mwahaha!

   Using Krista as my role model, I explained to Dorothy what I wanted to
do and, I suppose using me as her role model, Dorothy explained she wanted
to appear just as I did.  So taking the tiny scissors and cutting her pubic
hair back as much as possible, I then shaved the rest of it off for her
until all the area around her precious little cunt hole was as bald as a
baby -(TM)s butt.

   You know Dorothy by now, she was blushing like crazy until I told her
she looked incredibly sexy and then she planted a big kiss on my lips. 
Haha!  We quickly ducked into my bedroom so no one would observe my friend
-(TM)s half nakedness, but it turned out we didn -(TM)t have to.  They were
still downstairs caterwauling.  Haha!

   I told Dorothy to take her blouse and bra off to keep them fresh for the
next day and I would get her a night gown.  Hehe, I don -(TM)t wear any,
but she didn -(TM)t know that then.  As soon as she had stripped off, I
snapped her picture which is presently on the first fan fiction page.  Man,
was she pissed.  Mwahaha!

   I hugged and kissed her to calm her down and then we turned off the
lights and crawled into my bed nude.  We hugged and cuddled, it was great.
A short while later my bedroom door opened and my nine year old sister
Kimberly entered.  She removed her clothes and crawled up between us naked
as a jaybird.  And then we all went to sleep, haha!  Fooled you, didn
-(TM)t I?

   Don -(TM)t miss the next chapter and my adventures with Santa on
Christmas Eve.  Mwahaha!

   End of Part Forty



   It -(TM)s a Party By Bubblegom Chapter Forty-One

   Hey, you all okay after that last chapter?  Pretty intense, wasn -(TM)t
it?  Mwahaha!  I really hope you all read the short reminisce Alecia wrote
about her experiences at Ren Faire with spoon girl  -" I -(TM)m sorry  -" I
meant, Hillary.  If you haven -(TM)t, go read it right now.  I -(TM)ll wait
for you  -" haha!  It -(TM)s at
http://adultfan.nexcess.net/aff/story.php?no=3803.

   Some of you may be wondering why I haven -(TM)t been with Eric or maybe
you don -(TM)t give a fuck  -" haha, but Eric was out of town with his
family until very late Christmas Eve; actually very early Christmas
morning. That -(TM)s another mess, but that -(TM)s for a couple of chapters
from now.

   Considering it was actually a holiday being Christmas Eve, we didn
-(TM)t get to sleep very late at all.  But you know my mother  -" actually
you probably don -(TM)t and more the fortunate you are  -" mwahaha!

   She wouldn -(TM)t actually come into my room and wake us up.  Oh no, not
my mother  -" that would be way too straight forward.  She -(TM)d come into
my room, wake me up and ask me if I had called her  -" what a trip!  Or
start running the vacuum cleaner right outside of my bedroom door and if
that didn -(TM)t work, then begin banging it into my door until I got up to
see what was going on.

   Oh, then you should hear her when I come out to see what all the noise
was.  Oh, did I wake you?  I -(TM)m so sorry, well it is 9:30 or whatever.
But anyway we were up fairly early.  It was just as well.  We had a bunch
of stuff to do that day and would have to get ourselves ready for the
evening.

   None of us were really sure what we were going to do or where we would
do it, we just knew it would be something massive.  I mean, you can hardly
plan a Christmas Eve party at somebody -(TM)s house when their families are
there.  We were gonna have to find somewhere else to party, we just hadn
-(TM)t decided where yet.

   First I made my mother drive us over to Dorothy -(TM)s house; served her
right for waking us up.  Talk about a death defying trip!  Man, I surely
don -(TM)t know how my mother ever got a driver -(TM)s license in the first
place, much less kept one.  She just wouldn -(TM)t pay attention to what
she was doing.  She was always so busy talking instead, I guess the reason
was in the car was the only place she had me captive.

   Her one saving grace was she just drove so slow she avoided accidents.
Talk about embarrassing, though if you were riding with her.  Cars would be
honking behind her and drivers would be shaking their fists at her when
they finally drove by.  We always slid way down in the seat so people
couldn -(TM)t see us.  She always appeared oblivious to all of it.

   Socrates said something like the life unexamined wasn -(TM)t worth
living; I think my mother believed the opposite  -" haha!  We finally get
to Dorothy -(TM)s house and then the same thing with her mother  -" yack,
yack, yack.  We didn -(TM)t stay there long, you better believe.  The old
in and out, so to speak.  Dorothy changed her outfit and then we flew out
the door.

   Thank God, Dorothy had a car.  Don -(TM)t ask me what kind.  I have no
idea about cars back then.  I knew it was blue and sporty.  Apparently back
before me, her car was her only claim to fame.  The only reason her parents
even let her purchase a car was she needed one to get back and forth to
school.

   Man, what a weird pair  -~her -(TM) parents were.  My mother would have
been delighted to have Dorothy for a daughter in place of me; instead all
her parents would do was bitch and moan about her.  I guess parents are
never satisfied.

   Dorothy drove us to the mall and what a wild scene that was  -" not wild
like my kind of wild, wild like the place was fucking jammed.  You
remember? It was Christmas Eve.  Christmas Eve at the mall  -" always a
large mistake.  Haha!

   We drove around and around for about a half an hour before we found a
parking space.  I was just getting read to jump out naked and talk to the
first guy we saw getting ready to pull into a space, but luckily for
Dorothy it didn -(TM)t come to that.  She was just having a fit with me
just threatening to do that.  I really don -(TM)t know what was wrong with
her  -" mwahaha!

   We were supposed to meet Krista at the mall and sure enough when we
finally entered the right door  -" we had to walk halfway around the huge
building  -" there my wild sweet love was.  And she was irked.  We were at
least half an hour late.  Of course her mother had just dropped her at the
door.

    -�Sara!  You slut! -� she snarled at me.

    -~Oh ho! -(TM) I thought.   -~She wants to play. -(TM)

   Well, mall or not I was up for it, but Dorothy had been around us just
enough to know what was going to happen and she put the major kibosh on it.
She told us no way, no how, forget it!

   Just like good little students we obeyed our teacher.  Actually she had
the ride  -" mwahaha!  The first shop we visited was the one where we had
humiliated Hillary the evening before.  Dorothy never had gotten to buy
anything.  This time Dorothy just went in and tried on some outfits.  Oh,
how boring.

   At least Betty was there and she gave me a big hug for getting Hillary
out of her hair.  All of Hillary -(TM)s co-workers were gathered around and
congratulating me  -" it was cool, but I told them to throw money. 
Mwahaha! That -(TM)s when they went back to work, but Betty was cool.

   She came up with the most awesome Christmas outfit.  It was a Santa
Claus outfit, but none like I -(TM)d even seen.  It was red and white
trimmed, of course, but it was a one piece of apparel  -" being a coat
which flared out to a tiny skirt.  And I mean miniscule  -" it was de bomb!
This thing just covered the top of my thighs it was so short.

   Of course, you got these little red fur knickers to wear with it, but
you know me  -" mwahaha!  I could hardly wait for the evening to wear it.
It looked perfect for me on Christmas Eve.  I gave Betty a great big hug
and kiss and she slipped her tongue in my mouth.  This girl surely had
changed.

   Something else that Betty did that was awesome was when Dorothy came out
to pay for several outfits, Betty said they were on the house.  Man, that
was at least a couple of hundred dollars, probably more!  If I -(TM)d known
she was gonna do that, I would have picked something out too  -" haha!

   That -(TM)s how grateful she was to get rid of Hillary.  Betty told me
that much less hire Hillary back if she observed her even attempting to
come back into the store, she would eject her.  Of course, Krista wanted to
know what we were talking about and after we told her  -" she was really
pissed that she had missed it.

   Hey, I didn -(TM)t have any sympathy for her.  I asked her if she wanted
to come to the mall and she gave me a ration of shit of how boring it was
and how she was going to spend the evening with Shawn and then of course he
had to do something with his family.

   Families suck at Christmas time.  They get in our way of having fun  -"
big time!  Don -(TM)t they understand it -(TM)s one of the few times in the
school year that we get out of school for any extended period of time?

   Well, then we went to one of those mall eateries  -" you know, I -(TM)m
sure you -(TM)ll eaten in malls before, unless you live in the swamps
somewhere  -" mwahaha!  And they probably have one there.  You can probably
paddle far into the Everglades here in Florida and find the Everglades
Mall! Run by a group of alligators, no doubt.

   Anyway you know the thing with this mall food is, it -(TM)s different
than your usual fast food but in the long run it -(TM)s the same old crap
and it costs more.  But what -(TM)re you gonna do?  Nobody is making me
eat.

   So after we ate, I disappeared into the women -(TM)s restroom (I just
wanted to be clear which restroom it was  -" haha!) and changed my clothes
and came out wearing the Santa Claus outfit.  No, I had the red knickers on
 -" like it -(TM)s any of your business.  I was going down to see Derek and
I don -(TM)t want to scandalize all the young chillum.

   I had a funny teacher that used to call us that.  He -(TM)d say I
-(TM)ve come to heal all you chillum.  Of course you know what happened to
him  -" he quit.  All the humane teachers always quit because they can
-(TM)t stand the conditions they have to work under.

   I truly think there are a number of qualified caring teachers who
graduate from college but the school system just grinds them into the dirt
until they -(TM)re all at the same level of a slug.

   I think everyone needs the Sara rehabilitation program like I gave
Dorothy, but of course some of them are just too damn old for that.  In
that case they should retire and get out of the way.

   Since I have known her from way back when  -" it -(TM)s been five years
now, she hasn -(TM)t said one stupid thing to her students.  And she admits
that before she met me and Krista, she said stupid things to students all
the time.

   Of course, she thought they were the things she was supposed to say
because they were the things said to her in school and also the things they
taught her to say in college, but of course those were the same things her
professors were taught in school by their professors and so on forever.

   Everybody is always saying how important it is to learn from history; we
don -(TM)t learn a damn thing from history.  We just keep doing the same
dumb shit over and over.  I know  -" I know, you -(TM)re saying  -" where
-(TM)s the smut, Sara?  Well, hang on, it -(TM)s a long chapter  -"
mwahaha!

   Well, I went tripping down to visit Derek while Dorothy and Krista went
to do some very last minute Christmas shopping.  I don -(TM)t particularly
remember who for, I just know it wasn -(TM)t for me  -" haha!  No, I mean
it.

   We had an agreement not to give each other presents because of the
expense.  We -(TM)d rather spend our money for more important things  -"
like booze for instance.  Anyway what -(TM)s the big deal with treating
each other like shit for most of the year and then assuaging our guilt by
spending a lot of money on each other at Christmas time.  The only people
who win out of that is the shopkeepers.

   Let me tell ya, I was attracting some attention wearing this scanty
outfit in the mall.  I had a gang of high school guys following me
everywhere, half of  -~em with hardons; but like I said  -" some of these
guys can get hard watching paint dry much less me flashing my red knickers
at  -~em.

   Of course, these weren -(TM)t like real knickers.  They were red just
like the coat-dress was and made out of the same material.  You couldn
-(TM)t see anything through them, even if you had one of those x-ray specs
they used to sell in the back of comic books  -" haha!  Remember those
things?

   Well, like Alecia said in her fic on Hillary at the Ren Faire  -" by the
way, you  -~have -(TM) read it, haven -(TM)t you?  Anyway just in case you
don -(TM)t remember, she said guys just see skin and lose all capacity for
judgment  -" mwahaha!  That -(TM)s what it was like with these guys, they
saw this short little outfit and they went bananas.

   Every once in a while on my trip down to see Derek, one of these guys
would come up and try to chat me up.  Ordinarily that would have been an
acceptable way to pass time, but I was in a hurry so I would reach out and
start rubbing on the guy -(TM)s crotch.

   You know, not one guy tried to stop me, all men are such sluts.  Here
-(TM)s some strange girl, they don -(TM)t even know my name and I might be
crazy you know?  Well, I am crazy but I mean Kraaazy!  I might be preparing
myself to stick them in the gizzard with my toad stabber, but they -(TM)re
letting me rub on them anyway.

   I would rub on them until they were super hard, which took all of about
eight seconds.  You have to remember there was people steady passing by us
on both sides and sometimes right between us causing me to stop for a
second and they -(TM)re all going about one hundred miles a minute.  Oh,
the joy of the holiday season!

   And most of these guys are trying to act like everything is normal and
asking me what high school I go to and do I know somebody or other, while I
just rub on their crotch harder and harder.

   Now another thing about these guys, they don -(TM)t really stop and
think it through.  You know like  -" if this girl here keeps rubbing me, my
dick will go off in my pants and then I -(TM)ll have this huge wet spot
there and everybody will notice and I -(TM)ll be embarrassed.

   No, not one guy thought about that until afterwards.  That -(TM)s listed
under either being incredibly short sighted or thinking with the other head
 -" mwahaha!  It is a shame, isn -(TM)t it that guys only have enough blood
in their bodies to fill one head at a time?

   One guy even took his prick out so I beat him off to climax  -" what did
I care?  We had quite a crowd around us by the time security showed up.  I
just faded away while they led him away.  I never did find out what
happened to him; probably went through the rest of his life with a 
-~showing his wanker in public -(TM) charge on his record.  What an idiot!

   Well, I was really lucky.  I get down there and the 'Elf' lady, whose
name was Vicki (I -(TM)ll tell you more about her later) tells me that
Derek is on a short break and I should go back into the employees lounge
and visit him.

   She says she knows he would be most happy to see me and gives me a big
wink.  I told her I would be most happy to see  -~all -(TM) of her  -"
mwahaha!  She blushed, but told me anytime.  You don -(TM)t have to hit me
with a hammer to get my attention.  I made sure I got her phone number
right then.

   I go back into the employee -(TM)s lounge  -" some lounge, you know what
it looks like if you -(TM)ve ever worked retail.  Just a small dirty room,
with some tired looking dirty tiled floor, with a beat up table and some
old chairs and green institutional paint on the walls and did I mention
that it was dirty?

   Derek was naturally ecstatic to see me.  I mean, think about it  -" who
wouldn -(TM)t be?  Except maybe for the Pope.

    -�Sara! -� he exclaimed.   -�And what -(TM)s that you -(TM)re wearing?
-�

   I grasped the sides of my coat-skirt and flared it out and did one those
put one foot behind the other curtseys holding my skirt straight out
showing off my red knickers.  I guess I was just so proud I was wearing
underwear for once  -" haha!

    -�My name is Mrs.  Claus, -� I introduced myself.

   I -(TM)ll say one thing for Derek.  He was more than just a handsome
stud, he could think fast on his feet or on his ass as in this case he was
sitting down.   -�Oh no, -� he said.   -�I don -(TM)t need a Mrs.  Claus
this afternoon. -�

   I looked him dead in the eye and exclaimed,  -�Mwahaha! -�

   You see I had already asked Vicki if she would like a break this
afternoon and she jumped at the chance.  So there was no way out for my
stud Santa.

   I threw myself down on his lap and began kissing him wildly, pushing my
tongue into his mouth.

    -�Sara, -� Derek attempted to complain.   -�I -(TM)ve only got a few
minutes before I have to go back. -�

    -�That -(TM)s all we need with me around, now come on! -� I exclaimed.

   I jumped up from his lap and pulled him to his feet.  I pulled his big
red Santa pants and boxer shorts down to the floor.  His penis was sticking
out from all that stomach padding they made him wear and it resembled a big
angry hamster  -" haha!

   I pulled my red knickers down to my ankles and then bent over right in
front of him offering a wonderful view of my complete sexual interworkings
and also a direct path to  -~Nirvana. -(TM) (And I ain -(TM)t talking about
the group.)

   I peered around behind me at Derek who was just standing stunned at the
recent turn of events.   -�Come on, boy! -� I exclaimed.   -�Time -(TM)s a
wasting, hop on board. -�

    -�Sara, you are truly one of a kind, -� the handsome young man spoke
sincerely.

    -�Well, think about it, -� I retorted.   -�Two of me would be scary,
mwahaha! -�

   I realized that I needed to get us started before someone came in  -"
not that it would bother me, but it might put Derek off a little.  I was
figuring to bring him in a little at a time, but by that evening I would
have him ready for anything.  Haha!

   I reached behind me and grabbed ahold of his massive sausage and plugged
it into my cunt hole.  I started riding it back and forth for all my worth
but he was basically just standing there stunned.

   So I reached back and gave his balls a squeeze and said,  -�Come on,
Goddamn it!  Somebody will come in eventually and I ain -(TM)t quitting 
-~til I get my ride from Santa. -�

   Man, he started banging me then!  Haha!  He was thwacking into me from
behind  -" bam!  bam!  thank you m -(TM)am.  So I just kept squeezing his
balls because it appeared to be working alright.

   This guy was real good, and knew his way around a pussy once you got him
going and he felt super good.  His prick was going way up inside of me and
my cunt was taking all of him.  I had him trapped, I was clutching his
prick that hard.  He couldn -(TM)t have pulled out of me in case of fire.
Suddenly we both heard a very deep voice say,  -�Five minutes, Santa.  The
kids are starting to line up. -�

   Man, this scared Santa, oh, sorry, I mean Derek, so much he immediately
went off in me  -" whoosh!  A great big studley load too, let me tell you.
I naturally turned my head around to see who was in the doorway and there
was no one there!  That was weird but I think it made me go off right then
too as my orgasm came bubbling up.  God, it was all good.

   Derek was off of me like a shot and had his pants pulled up and
everything tucked in a flat ten seconds.  He looked at me.  Santa looked
scared  -" haha.

    -�Who was that? -� he asked me.

   I didn -(TM)t see anybody, I tell him.  Didn -(TM)t he recognize the
voice?  Now it gets weirder.  Derek said he didn -(TM)t work with anybody
who had that voice.  We go back out into the mall and the kids are all
lined up but behaving and there -(TM)s no adults around.  Strange, huh?

   So when Derek, I mean Santa, is up there doing his thing with the kids,
I went up and down the line talking to them and asking them who was out
there with them before we came out.

   Remember I was dressed as Mrs.  Santa Claus, at least that -(TM)s what I
told them.  Some of the older kids were bigger than me and I knew they were
looking at me rather strangely.

   Anyway I asked them if there had been someone out there before we came
out and every one of them gave me the same answer  -" they said it was the
real Santa Claus!

   Go figure  -" weird huh, like I said.  Real Twilight Zone material, to
this very day we never have figured out who it was lined the kids up or
told Derek they were waiting and ignored us making love.

   The afternoon wore on as afternoons are wont to do except if you -(TM)re
in school  -" mwahaha!  Then they linger forever.  Even though the mall
would be open until ten o -(TM)clock at night, Santa was allowed to return
to the North Pole at six o -(TM)clock to prepare himself for the nights
-(TM) adventures of delivering gifts.  What a hoot!

   But Derek was unhappy.  His roommate had promised him if he could use
Derek -(TM)s car for the day while he was at work, he would bring the car
back by six o -(TM)clock and an outfit for Derek to wear.  His roommate
-(TM)s name by the way was Bo.  I don -(TM)t know why  -" probably short
for Bobo.  Anyway Bo was a no-show.

   I know, you -(TM)re thinking, well, we were in a mall  -" why didn
-(TM)t Derek just go down to some store and buy an outfit?  Well, one
reason was the stores kinda frowned on Santa coming down there to their
shops with the little kids around and buying an outfit  -" duh, huh?

   And the other thing was Derek had taken this Santa gig because he needed
extra money so desperately, so why would he just go and unnecessarily waste
a bundle on an outfit from the mall at Christmas prices?  Yes, that -(TM)s
right.  The answer is  -" he wouldn -(TM)t.

   So he went with us the way he was.  You remember, don -(TM)t you?  I
came to the mall with Dorothy, so it turned out she was happy to provide
him with a ride to wherever.  In fact Dorothy was almost insistent on us
driving him home to change his clothes, but he lived twenty miles in the
wrong direction from the mall.

   And to make it worse there was only one main thoroughfare to the town he
lived in and traffic was always terrible to begin with, but on Christmas
Eve travel on it would be prohibitive.  It would probably take over an hour
one way so Derek said no way.

   I told him don -(TM)t worry about it.  It was Christmas Eve and he was
dressed like Santa Claus.  People would just assume he was really in the
spirit of things; plus with me with him wearing that little outfit no one
would be watching him anyway  -" mwahaha!

   Derek got a laugh out of that and it seemed to lift his spirits, but it
turned out he was mostly upset because Bo (you think he would know not to
trust someone named Bo) was supposed to bring the adhesive remover because
they didn -(TM)t want some kid pulling Santa -(TM)s beard off easily so
they had him glue it on every day.  If you did pull any of it out you
-(TM)d probably pull off the first layer of skin with it.  Ouch!

   I told him not to worry, there was something I could do to help.  He
looked at me strangely but then I was used to that.  Krista and Dorothy had
to go home for dinner and whatever else before they could come back out and
play later.  I certainly wasn -(TM)t gonna take Santa home with me.  For
one thing my mother had just barely got used to Eric.  I don -(TM)t think
she could have handled me bringing Santa Claus home on Christmas Eve.

   And my little sister was another issue.  At age nine I knew for a fact
she no longer believed in Santa Claus but she played it as if she did.  And
my parents believed her and they would become highly agitated if I brought
a Santa Claus home with me on Christmas Eve.

   The reason my little sister kept pretending she still believed was so my
parents could never tell her they couldn -(TM)t afford something she
wanted. After all you can hardly tell a kid Santa couldn -(TM)t afford
something.  Bad year at the North Pole  -" yeah, that -(TM)s the ticket.  A
bunch of elves got laid off and everything, mwahaha!

   We took my sexy girlfriend home first and then Dorothy drove us to her
house.  She felt bad that she couldn -(TM)t invite us in, but as I -(TM)ve
previously stated her parents are crazier than mine and that -(TM)s going
some.

   I didn -(TM)t want to go in there anyway but I wasn -(TM)t going to let
Dorothy know that.  It would have probably hurt her feelings.  After all
she had to live there.  She probably wouldn -(TM)t realize that someone
couldn -(TM)t even stand to visit, but it killed me to see the way they
emotionally beat her up.  I kept wanting her to stand up for herself and
tell them to get bent or something.

   A/N This chapter ran way too long for one chapter so I broke it into two
shorter chapters.  Never fear, smut fans  -" the next chapter is already
up.

   End of Part Forty-One



   It -(TM)s a Party By Bubblegom Chapter Forty-Two

   Dorothy was more than kind enough to lend Derek  -" that -(TM)s Derek,
she lent Derek the car.  I -(TM)m stressing this because I didn -(TM)t want
anybody to think that she let me drive her car.  Besides never having
driven a car before, I had no driver -(TM)s license, I was too young and I
was only five feet, two at the time.

   Although it must have surprised a lot of motorists we passed when they
saw a great big roly poly Santa Claus behind the wheel.  That was a hoot!
You see Derek had kept his padding because I insisted.  I thought he looked
a lot cooler on Christmas Eve than he would have as a skinny Santa Claus.
Everybody would have figured not to expect much in their stockings if they
saw a skinny Santa.  Mwahaha!

   Before we left, Dorothy went into her house and came out a few minutes
later with some things in a paper sack.  Dorothy instructed us to come back
for her in an hour and not to forget about her.  She would hate to call the
law out on us.

   I knew she was kidding, but still she looked serious when she said it. I
understood she didn -(TM)t want me to get Derek wrapped up in something
where he would forget about everything except for me.  Mwahaha!

   I told Derek to take us some place where there would be plenty of light
outside but not a lot of people around.  He looked at me strangely because
I guess he was hoping I was going to tell him to go park somewhere real
dark for some  -~fa la la. -(TM) Men!  What can you do?  You can -(TM)t
live with  -~em and you can -(TM)t live with  -~em.  Haha!

   Derek drove us way down in one of those well lighted, on Christmas Eve,
Church parking lots.  You know, the kind of service that is so big the
police will be there to help the crowd enter ongoing traffic that drives by
the church.

   After he parked in the back as I requested, he turned the car off and
waited to see what I wanted.  Boy, he was surprised when I took this big
pair of scissors out of the sack and proceed to cut away at his beard.  I
bet he about shit his pants though when I first came at his face with those
big scissors.  Haha!

   I wouldn -(TM)t have blamed him for being worried.  I mean when you
think about it, it -(TM)s a crap shoot at best.  You don -(TM)t know out
there who -(TM)s some nut, so you just try to trust your gut and hope for
the best.  Well, in a very few minutes I had that beard cut down where it
was so short I couldn -(TM)t cut anymore with the scissors.

   Then I took the shaving cream and the safety razor out of the bag.  I
lathered him up and I proceeded to shave him.  Oh I can hear you, it was
just what he said,  -�Hey!  We don -(TM)t have any water. -� I told him he
was a big sissy and to be quiet before I cut his face to ribbons.  I was
down to adhesive in no time.  I told him he was responsible for removing
the glue.

   So at least I had Derek with me again and not Santa Claus.  It was about
time to go pick up Dorothy so we hit the road.  On the way I told Derek
that we had all been invited to Vicki -(TM)s house for a party, but that we
were going to need to stop and pick up some booze to go with us.  He said
no prob and we would do that little thing right after we picked up Dorothy.

   I think he was frightened about borrowing the car and didn -(TM)t want
to be late returning it.  He didn -(TM)t know if he should believe what
Dorothy said or not about calling the cops if we were late.  Hell, I knew
her a whole better than he did and I wasn -(TM)t certain either.

   We went and picked up Dorothy, who had called as many people that she
could reach to tell them about the festivities to be held at Vicki -(TM)s.
It turned out that our hostess lived with her husband in a really classy
two bedroom apartment not too far away.

   I wondered what Vicki -(TM)s husband looked like because judging by her
looks he must have been a studmuffin.  Vicki was five foot, six inches with
exceptionally well developed legs.  She had a narrow waist and large
beautiful breasts and very long dark hair; all in all a rare beauty.

   So after stopping by and picking up Alex, we went to an A.B.C.  Liquor
store and obtained a half a dozen quarts of vodka.  We then drove straight
to Vicki -(TM)s.  When we arrived I pulled my knickers off in such a way
that no one noticed and left them in the car.

   I knew Dorothy would have had a fit and I didn -(TM)t want to worry her.
All I had to do in this Santa outfit was cock my hip to the side and I
could flash my pussy at anybody.  It was great.

   When we got upstairs to their apartment, we discovered we were first and
that was fine, because I really wanted us to get there before the other
people we had invited had arrived.  Even though Vicki had insisted we could
invite whoever we wanted, I realized it could be awkward for everyone
concerned if they arrived before we did.

   Vicki was still wearing her short skirted elf costume; either because
she hadn -(TM)t had time to change after arriving home from work or she
just wanted to wear it in honor of the season.  It didn -(TM)t matter to
me. She just looked as cute as a little old bug.

   And I was right about her husband too.  He was over six feet tall, had
black hair, a great build and was good at making martinis.  We didn -(TM)t
waste any time presenting him with the six quarts of vodka.  From the huge
smile on his face, I could tell he liked us already when he observed we
were thoughtful enough to bring him some booze and not just plan on
drinking all of his.

   Vicki -(TM)s husband, whose name was Jack, was dressed in a white shirt,
opened at the collar and some nice slacks.  He must have just come directly
from work.  He got busy playing bartender and soon everyone was in
possession of a vodka martini; some of them had two like me  -" mwahaha!

   As he was mixing the drinks, I stood around the temporary bar set up he
had for the party, and occasionally I would flash my beaver at him.  I
could tell he saw it, even though he wasn -(TM)t saying anything because
his prick was busy talking as it grew longer and longer beneath his pants.

   I think I was frightening him because he suddenly called out asking
Vicki what she was doing.  When she answered from the kitchen that she was
busy fixing the dip, it took me a minute to realize she hadn -(TM)t invited
Hillary but was preparing something for the potato chips.

   When he wouldn -(TM)t come back from behind the bar after fixing the
drinks, I moved behind him.  Jack was about a foot taller than me and I
wrapped my arms around him and pulled him back into me and moved my hands
down to his crotch area.

    -�You -(TM)re scared of me, aren -(TM)t you? -� I accused.

    -�W  -" Why do you say that? -� Jack stammered.

    -�Haha! -� I laughed, as I rubbed his crotch area until his erection
was fairly full blown beneath his pants.   -�Okay, good then, -� I said.

   I opened his trousers and pushed them and his underwear down to his
ankles.  I twirled him around  -~til he was facing me and I began to kiss
him all his chest, stopping to tease each of his nipples for a second.

   Jack appeared as if he were made of frozen putty.  I think he was torn
between wanting to get it on with me and wondering what Vicki would think.
I, on the other hand, wasn -(TM)t torn by anything  -" mwahaha!

   I instructed him in no uncertain terms to lower his knees until his now
raging prick was even with my distended dripping vagina.  As soon as he did
as instructed, I stepped forward and impaled myself on his huge cock.  I
immediately jumped up and wrapped my legs around his waist and joined them
behind his back by crossing my ankles while grabbing on to his neck.  Ah
youth.

   Jack was quick to understand and he stood up with me hanging off his
prick.  Taking small steps because of his trousers and underwear hanging
around his feet, he carried me over to the wall by the front door and
holding me against it, he plunged into me again and again with wild
abandon.

   I unzipped my Santa coat-skirt and allowed it to fall off me leaving me
completely nude except for my shoes.  When I pushed back from him I could
now look down past my bare breasts and see Jack -(TM)s massive cock moving
in my bald cunt.  It looked so sexy!

   I opened his shirt ripping off the buttons in the process.  He wasn
-(TM)t wearing any undershirt so I was able to pull his naked upper body
against mine.  It felt so fucking good.

   Of course you know the drill by now  -" what can go wrong, will go
wrong. As Jack stood there holding me as we humped out little brains out,
someone suddenly knocked on the door.

    -�Get that, will you honey? -� Vicki called out from the kitchen.

   I really think Jack freaked and didn -(TM)t know what to say, as he didn
-(TM)t do anything except continued to drill his prodigious prick into me
over and over.  I was literally on fire with passion.  I think he did groan
loudly a couple of times as an answer to his wife  -" hehe.

    -�Jack, did you hear me? -� she called out again.

   When Vicki didn -(TM)t receive an answer that time, she proceeded from
the kitchen into the living room.  She appeared quite taken aback for a
second when she first espied us fucking against the living room wall, as
actually who wouldn -(TM)t have been?

   A malicious smile quickly grew upon her lovely features and instead of
saying anything, Vicki turned and opened the front door!  I could see the
entire scenario as it unfolded in front of me from my position against the
wall, but I realized Jack was completely oblivious as he continued to rut
into me with long savage thrusts.

   As soon as I observed Vicki throw the door to the apartment open and I
saw the rather large crowd of people awaiting entrance, I realized this was
going to be awesome!

   Besides my friends, who had been invited; Alecia, Tom, Betty, Matt,
Rebecca, Axel, Krista, and Shawn, there were a number of people who I had
never seen before that turned out to be some of Jack -(TM)s co-workers!

   As soon as I observed the look of shock on most of their faces when they
saw Jack and me fucking in the living room, I shot off.  Man, it was great!
Instead of attempting to hide my climaxing from the strangers, I proceeded
to ham it up.

    -�Oh!  Oh Jack!  Fuck me!  Oh you -(TM)re so good! -� I cried out. 
Hehe.

   Vicki invited everyone to enter and then stepped up behind her sexually
busy husband.  Tapping him on his shoulder, Vicki cooed in dulcet tones
which belied the mischievousness evident on her pretty face,  -�Darling,
your guests have arrived.  Aren -(TM)t you going to say hello to them? -�

   Jack appeared to react to that particular admonishment as if he were
waking from a long slumber.  He began to jerk his head around to look
behind him and I grew frightened that if he recognized his co-workers
watching him, Jack would immediately lose his erection.  I wanted him to
enjoy his well earned orgasm.

   Before Jack could whip his head around, I tightened my cunt down on his
long hard prick ten fold and squeezed as hard as I could.  He shot his hot
load of cum up me immediately while screaming,  -�Oh God damn Sara! -�

   My friends burst into spontaneous applause, while the rest of the group
stood with their mouths agape.  The jig was up so to speak as far as Jack
now realizing there was others present.

   He whirled around and offered his office cohorts a sickly grin and full
frontal nudity as I slid down off his now wilting prick.  I stood in front
of them brazenly nude with my legs spread wide with my cum and Jack -(TM)s
still leaking from my pussy.

   Damn if I was going to be put off by someone I didn -(TM)t even know and
probably wouldn -(TM)t ever see again, but I could understand why Jack
would feel funny; particularly if these people were  -~straight. -(TM)

   So I stepped in front of him and introduced myself allowing him the
opportunity to pull up his pants and get all tucked away.  I could tell the
men didn -(TM)t mind meeting me, but the women seemed a tad put off  -" I
wonder why?  Mwahaha!

   It turned out that one of the things that Vicki had been involved in
preparing for everyone was more drinks so I gotta another one and belted it
down.  After all it was a party.  Jack was steadily mixing drinks for
everyone throughout the rest of the evening and Vicki laid out quite a
spread of food.  It was a great party!

   People from the two contingents (Jack -(TM)s place of business and my
friends) began to mingle and Vicki put on some current CD -(TM)s.  Some
people were dancing, although Vicki was playing the hostess with the
mostess and mingling with her guests.  I mingled myself through the party
goers  -" of course, I was completely naked.

   People who didn -(TM)t know me of course were looking away from me
constantly like they were embarrassed.  Why should they be embarrassed? 
After all I was the one standing there without any clothes on.  People sure
are weird about nudity.  Everyone basically has the same equipment; if I
want to show mine off, why should it embarrass people?

   I guess the nudists are the only people who handle this issue halfway
appropriately, but even they become all enmeshed in treating it as if it
were an health issue; i.e.  how healthy it is for you to get outside nude
and soak up the sunshine, etc.  It -(TM)s almost as if nudity indoors is
unhealthy.

   And for some reason they insist on playing volleyball.  Why is that? 
Everyone knows volleyball would be a drag to play naked.  The only sport
worthwhile to play naked is baseball; everyone knows that  -" hehe.

   Most of my friends had become busy with each other, if you catch my
drift.  Alecia had Tom -(TM)s pants and underwear off and he stood there
blushing like crazy while she sucked his dick.

   Alex and Dorothy appeared to be sedately sitting in the corner, but in
actuality she had her left hand down his pants and was jacking away on him.

   Betty and Matt, Rebecca and Axel, and Krista, and Shawn were all in
various stages of undress and sexual play so I decided I was missing out on
the fun.

   I worked my way around socializing to Vicki, where I pulled her to me
and out on the dance floor.  Vicki was little taller than me.  She had long
dark hair and highly unusual attractive features which seemed to be
timeless echoes of beauty.  She had a svelte figure and appeared beneath
her clothes to be beautifully proportioned.

   Luckily for what I had in mind, the next song was a slow number.  As we
barely moved around the area that had been cleared in the living room  -"
dining room area for dancing, I pulled Vicki to me as tightly as I could
and rubbed my naked body against her clothed one.

    -�Oh Sara, -� the young woman murmured.

   I -(TM)d wanted to make love to Vicki as soon as I had saw her and
particularly so after I discovered she was interested.  I also figured at
this point that I owed it to Jack if he were in any trouble with his wife
for his sexual interactions with me to put the shoe on the other foot, so
to speak.

   As we  -~danced -(TM) (more like shuffled) around the room, I moved my
hand up beneath the short skirt of her outfit and slipped it into her
knickers.  They were the same violet color as her elf outfit.  I moved my
hand all around her pubes until I located her vagina.

   As soon as I started fingering her pussy lips, Vicki became instantly
wet.  She must have already been turned on plenty with me and Jack fucking
and then me running around the party stark naked.  I plunged two of my
fingers up her pussy and she began to moan softly.

   I ripped off her knickers with my other hand and then unfastened her
small skirt and allowed it to drop to the floor leaving her half naked.  I
wanted this bitch to be as naked as me!  We were already starting to
attract some attention.  Her pussy hair was coal black and neatly trimmed
to be worn beneath ordinary bikini knickers.

   I continued to work my fingers in and out of her tight quim vigorously
and even added an extra finger as Vicki was kissing me passionately. 
Finally she plunged her tongue into my mouth and was thrusting it all
around in time with her hunching on my hand.  I ran my free hand up under
her  -~elfin -(TM) decorated blouse and immediately felt her bare breast.

   Vicki must have removed her bra since arriving at home because I know
for a fact she was wearing one at the mall, because with the size of her
breasts it would have been quite obvious if she weren -(TM)t wearing one. I
pinched and pawed at her large nipples and she finally took the hint and
pulled off her blouse leaving her totally nude.

   God, she was a beauty!  Large breasts with beautifully shaped nipples, a
narrow waist, long legs and a wonderful pussy with black pubic hair - this
Jack was a lucky man  -" and I was lucky myself!  Haha!

   Most of the remaining party that wasn -(TM)t already involved in sexual
play of their own had now gathered around us; in a nice way, no one was
being rude or anything.  They just appeared rather scandalized but somewhat
interested despite that.  I bet this was putting some kinks in Jack -(TM)s
straight friends!

   I leaned down and suckled Vicki -(TM)s beautiful aureoles; first her
left one and then the other one.  Vicki groaned incessantly as she appeared
to be getting off on my ministrations like a heat seeking missile and
became even louder as I slipped my fourth finger into her.  My beautiful
temporary lover reached down and located my clitoris.  She began to play it
as if it were a fret on a guitar  -" hehe.

   And she was getting some good sounds from it as I began to moan in
pleasure myself.  Suddenly Vicki became so wet and her pussy was so dilated
that my entire hand slipped inside of her.  It was so hot!  She was
dripping all over my wrist and arm and riding me for all she was worth.

    -�Oh God damn, Sara! -� Vicki screamed, as she experienced her climax,
writhing so much it was all I could do to hold her upright with my other
arm.  From the look on her beautiful face, Vicki was momentarily lost
somewhere in sexual heaven as she almost painfully ejected her final
orgasm.

   When she finally regained her senses and glanced around at the crowd of
Jack -(TM)s co-workers who were gazing at her with expressions on their
faces ranging from aghast shock to raw animal lust, Vicki must have been
plenty embarrassed to be standing totally nude in front of them and having
had just experienced an orgasm from engaging in lesbian sex.

   She screamed,  -�Oh my God! -�

   This elicited no end of merriment among the party goers as Vicki turned
and ran off to her bedroom leaving me standing there stark naked holding
the proverbial bag with her sexual wetness still dripping from my hand.  I
offered to meet people by shaking their hands, but they all shied away for
some reason.  Unfriendly pricks, weren -(TM)t they?  Haha!

   Well, time passed quickly as it does at parties when you -(TM)re having
a great time.  I flitted from group to group seeing what kind of trouble I
could stir up.  All this time I had a drink in my hand constantly.

   When it grew near midnight, it was unhappily discovered that we were
almost out of booze.  Since no one was interested in drawing the party to
an early close, it was quickly decided to pass the hat to collect money and
then send someone out to acquire some more; hopefully a great quantity of
it.

   After the money was collected a decision had to be reached as to who was
sober enough to drive.  Well, it turned out that the only one who was jober
as a sudge, hehe, I -(TM)m sorry  -" I mean sober as a judge was Dorothy,
of course.

   Derek, who was a little high, and me, who was three sheets to the wind
volunteered to go with her.  Of course Dorothy didn -(TM)t mind Derek going
with her as protection, Santa Claus suit and all, but she wasn -(TM)t crazy
about me going at all.

   You know me.  I refused to get dressed and just staggered out with them
to the car totally naked.  I think once we were in the car I heard Dorothy
muttering something to Derek about at least it was dark out.

   We arrived at the liquor store with about ten minutes to spare and since
the place appeared safe enough, it was decided that Derek remain with me so
as to prevent me from doing something that might get all three of us thrown
in jail.  Mwahaha!

   Dorothy went into the store to purchase our booze and I used the
opportunity to dash from her car to a holiday display directly across the
street.  Luckily for everyone involved, there was hardly any traffic around
because of it being late on Christmas Eve, not exactly a big party night.

   Naturally enough Derek chased after me as I ran between the holiday
figures.  Part of the display held the traditional nativity scene.  I
ducked and dodged from  -~ol Santy until he was gasping for breath and then
I reached out and pulled him down on something more or less flat for him to
lay on.

   I threw myself down on him and was kissing him all over his face, but
mostly on his mouth, finally sticking my tongue into it and halfway down
his throat.  He was kneading my breasts and flipping my nipples between the
backs of his fingers in a rather rough way, but as drunk as I was, it felt
great to me.

   Even though I was no longer drinking I felt myself becoming more and
more intoxicated and realized that I was going to pass out soon, no matter
what I attempted to do to prevent it.  I wanted to finish my night -(TM)s
sexual activities by giving Derek the fuck of his life so I suggested to
him that we get it on immediately if not sooner.

   He seemed more than willing to comply as he lifted me completely in the
air with his strong arms and placed me smack dab on his stiffened prick.  I
was so wet I just slid all the way down and was completely impaled.

   I was feeling so horny I hardly had to move on him at all and I was
already cumming.  Of course the whole situation had gotten to me with us
fucking outside in the middle of town.

   Just because I was already getting mine, I didn -(TM)t just sit there on
top of him like a bump on a log.  Nope!  I -(TM)m too good a lover for
that; besides I wanted him to remember this Christmas Eve for the rest of
his life.

   Besides my plunging myself up and down on his seven-inch cock which was
shining in the moonlight with my sexual fluid as if it were Excalibur,
Derek was thrusting upwards so violently he was having to hold me on with
his two strong hands encircling my waist.

   My handsome date suddenly complained that something was hurting his
back. I leaned down over him as much as I could while instructing Derek to
sit up as far as he could as he continued to thrust into me.  When he
partially raised his body up, I pulled out from underneath him the item
that was causing him physical distress.

   Just as Derek began to shout out in glee at his orgasm that he was
shooting up me, I observed that it was a carved figurine of the baby Jesus
that had been causing his pain.  As I lay the small statue up by his head
while still creaming myself and listening to his shouts of sexual
satisfaction, I was able to grasp the basic confusing dichotomy of the
modern Christmas.  Is it supposed to be the celebration of the baby Jesus
or of Santa Claus?

   I was still pondering this when I laid my head down on Derek -(TM)s
chest and passed out.  Mwahaha!

   End of Part Forty-Two