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 ï>¿Student Bodies - In Spain by WillingWolf

   A dozen students have a really sexy holiday.

   Authored by Frankie and Friends and compiled by Frankie

   Chapter 5 Chris's Story.

   Well, if I had died and gone to heaven by this stage of the holiday, I
would have died a happy man.  But things kept getting better.

   By this stage of the holiday I was a little shell-shocked.  We had seen
virginity taken, or at least given, and had our wildest dreams fulfilled.
Well, almost all of them.

   That evening over dinner someone suggested a little role playing and we
sat down separately in our groups of six with a few drinks to come up with
some suggestions.

   We met up an hour or so later and Sarah, tonight self-elected spokesman
for the girls said, 'OK.  We know the role playing we have in mind what
about you guys.'

   Simon says 'sure we're ready.  Ladies first.'

   'We are a panel of film Directors interviewing leading men for a variety
of roles.' she said.  'You will each be allocated a role and someone to
play it too.  Those of you not involved in that scene can watch but not
take part.'

   We assented readily.

   'Right,' said Simon our team-leader this evening, 'This should be quite
easy.  We are a panel of lingerie buyers.  We want a fashion show.  You
will be the models.  You can supply your own garments.'

   That sounded innocuous enough and the girls readily agreed.

   'We will plan the roles in sequence.' said Sarah.  ''It doesn't matter
too much the order you play your parts.  Just give us the sequence of the
actors, then go and have a few beers while we finish the details.  With the
aide of the dice we quickly gave them a performance order and trooped off
to the pool with a case of beers.

   There was a delay of about fifteen minutes while the girls selected
their subject matters and decided which guy would fit the bill for each
part.  We could hear that there were protracted arguments but eventually
the list was complete.

   'Right' said Sarah, 'We are organised Now we just have to draw lots for
which girls play each scene.' This was duly done and Sarah called Jon as
the first to go.

   They had been influenced in this role by the size of his cock as the
subject was a 'porno' movie.

   They stood Jon in front of their panel.  'Here is the scene,' said
Sarah. 'You are auditioning for a Porno movie.' His cock started to tighten
visibly in his shorts.  'I will be the director and cameraman, Frankie will
co-star.  Adlib the lines.  Now go out of the door and come in when we
call.'

   Seconds later he got the call from Sarah and came into the room just
wearing his boxers.

   'Oh Jon.  Good evening.  You are here to be assessed for your
suitability in our new film.  Why do you think you can be good in it?'

   'I love sex,' he said.

   'Not good enough.  So do a million out there.'

   'I have great stamina.'

   'So do a lot of people.  Anything else?'

   Jon began to see where they were coming from.  'I have a big cock.'

   'Would you mind showing us please?'

   Jon looked around, smiled and lowered his boxers to the ground in one
movement.  He massaged his tumescent dick but was stopped before he could
get it fully hard.

   'Frankie, could you give him a hand.  No need to touch him though at
this stage, just in case he does not have this famous stamina.'

   Frankie walked to the centre, turned her back on Jon spread her legs and
touched her toes.  Her skirt shot up over her bum as she ran a finger down
her crack over her panties.

   Jon's cock hardened in seconds.

   'Thank you Jon.  Frankie, perhaps you could undress and join Jon on the
sofa over there.'

   Frankie realised at this stage that she was not going to be a bit part
actress.  She had a starring role and Jon was waving his huge cock at her.

   All the girls suddenly realised that Sarah had taken the lead in all the
discussions about what the boys would have to do and then said she was
happy to be the girl's organiser for the evening.  They thought she was
just going to direct the boys.  She had said nothing about supporting roles
for the girls.

   She gulped and slowly removed all her clothes while Jon sat on the sofa
grinning and playing with his dick.

   Sarah stood up and made a square of her thumbs and index fingers to look
through, as she imagined Film Directors do.

   'Frankie, sit on the edge of the sofa and lean back.  Come on now spread
those legs.  This is a porno movie.  Jon get down here between them and
start licking her out.'

   There was nothing subtle about this scene.

   Jon got to work and Frankie squirmed with pleasure.

   'Right swing those legs wide with one over his shoulder.  I am zooming
in for a close --up.  Get some fingers up her.  She will need some
lubrication in a minute.  Right, that will do for now.  Move up and lie on
the sofa Jon.  Frankie, start sucking that dick for all you are worth. 
Here I come for the close up, wink at the camera.  Right here I am coming
round behind you spread your legs a little more.  Close up time.' She
laughed.  'Wink for the camera.'

   Sarah allowed this to continue for a few moments before saying, 'OK. 
Frankie, on your back on the sofa.  Legs in the air.  This is a close up as
you ease your way in Jon.'

   She alternated looking at close ups between Jon's dick squeezing in and
Frankie's face saying volumes in a few gasps and squeals.

   'Now I don't want you coming Jon.  Are you close yet?'

   'Yes,' he squealed.

   'Right.  Pull out and come over her face.  The money shot.  Frankie,
fake an orgasm.'

   Frankie did loudly and Jon spunked on command all over her face and
hair, wild gobs of creamy cum streaking her rouged cheeks and lip-sticked
mouth.  Some hung in ribbons from those lips.

   'Very good,' said Sarah.  'You've got the job.  Good faking Frankie.'

   'I wish it was,' said Frankie.  'I might have been capable of going for
longer.  That was fantastic.'

   'Jon you can go back to your seat.  Frankie back to your seat on the
panel, and for goodness sake wipe your face.  Next.'

   Simon stood looking apprehensive.

   'You,' said Sarah 'are an artist.  You have decided to seduce your
model, Hannah.  Here is a pretend canvas, prop it against this chair over
here.  Hannah, pose against that wall.  You can make this easy or hard for
him.  The choice is yours.  The result will be the same.  I will try to
help you along if you struggle.'

   Simon minced artistically towards Hannah.

   'Darling,' he breathed, 'Please lean against the wall with one arm
raised.  Not quite like that lean further back.'

   He rushed from the room and came back with a bed sheet.

   'Darling, wrap this around your upper body, let the bottom drag behind
you.  I'm sorry we do need to have this t-shirt off.  These ancient Romans
wore little FCUK.  That's better.  Umm.  Just lower this bra strap.  Look
it will be so much easier if you take it off.'

   He murmured, sweet nothings into her ear as he undid her bra strap and
helped her off with it.  He stepped back to gain perspective.

   'Perhaps you could lower those folds just a little.  You have the most
magnificent breast, let me see the swelling above the sheet.'

   He stepped away and pretended to paint for a moment.  'No, this is not
quite right.  I am trying to imagine you surrounded by flying cherubs. 
Lean against the wall a bit more.  Raise both arms.  Oh yes, they are
magnificent aren't they.  Just leave that nipple poking over the sheet.'

   Back to his easel he strode before considering the pose of his subject.

   'Darling, I am so sorry but I cannot get in the mood to paint with those
black trousers covering your delightful legs.  The inspiration is not
there.

   Allow me to help.  There now I have undone the waistband they will just
slip off over your feet.  Hold that sheet up, your breast is showing a
little too much.  No, you were right, now that your panties are showing we
will need to use a little more sheet to cover them.  There that's better.'

   He retired again.  'Mmm'

   'I need to do something about that right nipple.' He pinched it and it
became swollen and hard.  'Much better.'

   Hannah opened her mouth to speak, but in the end merely licked her lips
and stayed motionless against the wall.

   'I think a biblical scene would look good,' he mused.  'I can still use
these cherubs but maybe the sheet should come coiled slightly over one
shoulder, disappearing between your legs.'

   He anchored one end of the sheet firmly behind her back, rolled it
loosely over her right breast and down between her thighs, and in passing
took the opportunity to keep the left nipple erect.

   'Yes,Yes.  It is coming together.  I can see it all.  Unfortunately, I
can also see those ghastly pink knickers.  Have you no feelings for art? 
Are you trying to blind my senses by this blizzard of colour and bad
taste?'

   As he stepped forward to help Hannah slipped them off and said 'I am so
sorry.  You are right I must take this seriously.  Your talent means so
much to me.'

   'I think you are joking with me,' exclaimed Simon.  'You are mocking me.
Turn towards the wall in order that I do not need to face such ignorance.'

   Hannah turned a little shamefacedly exposing her bottom to our eyes.

   Simon leant forward and put a quick slap onto both cheeks.

   'Turn back again if you can take me seriously.  I cannot paint that
glorious bottom while it is so red.'

   She did pressing her bottom against the cold wall.  The sheet meanwhile
was hanging straight down over one shoulder and breast, hardly covering her
pubic hairs.

   'I love that pose.  Entwine your hands above your head, look up and
close your eyes.  Cross your right ankle over your left and we can dispense
with this old sheet.'

   He stepped forward and placed a lingering kiss on her lips as she shook
with emotion.  He lifted the sheet away and tossed it onto the floor.

   Stepping back towards his easel he watched the shivering girl trying to
hold still.

   'I see such suffering,' he said.  'Such pain.  Such sadness.'

   Again he moved forward tweaked both her nipples and received in return a
faint mewing noise.

   'Close your eyes.  Face towards the heavens.' He silently removed all
his clothes.

   'Keep your eyes like that, you are the epitome of beauty and suffering.
Move your right leg back and wider, imagine the pain of torture,
sacrificing yourself for the cause.'

   He knelt in front of her and pushed her legs apart, before kissing her
lower lips.  His tongue reached out for her tunnel and she pushed her hips
into his face.  He stood, lifted her in his arms and deposited her on the
sofa.  He buried his cock inside her before you could say Leonardo da
Vinci.

   It took them moments to climax and they lay there panting to a round of
applause.

   'Wow, if you ever want to paint me just say the word,' said Lucy.  'I
will water down your colours for you.'

   'Very good,' said Sarah, back in her role as Ringmaster of the event. 
Now stop mauling each other and sit down quietly for the next one.

   'Chris.'

   I stood up full of nerves.  The first two guys had been so good that I
was worried about following them.

   'Chris.  You are going to be the dominant in a little game with Cindy
here.  She will do everything you ask of her.  Humiliate her.  Embarrass
her.  Make her squirm and finish by using her body as your willing tool.'

   'Hang on,' said Cindy.  'I did not agree to all that.'

   'I don't remember anyone else having to agree the acts beforehand,' said
Sarah not unreasonably.  'I'll tell you what, if you are scared we will
give you a code word to use if you want to stop.  Red.'

   'Chris, you may use the other people here as props or witnesses but they
must not touch her.  Stop immediately if she says red.  You may proceed.'

   I was a little flummoxed as I was going to get my hands on, and my cock
into, Cindy, Pete's girlfriend.  Pete was sitting there watching.  Cindy
had always been on a bit of a pedestal for me.  She was gorgeous.

   'Err, I just want to check that Pete and Cindy are alright with this. 
You know boy- friend, girl-friend sort of thing.'

   'I have separated both of the couples, after all Luther fucked Yas
yesterday.  If either of you have any problems Pete you had better say now
and sort it out with Cindy.'

   Pete nodded.  'It's okay with me.  Cindy?'

   'I guess.  I mean sure.  I am less worried about fucking Chris here than
I am about the dominant, sub bit.'

   'But you know you like a bit of that,' said Pete.  'And I guess that
Sarah knew too.'

   I was certainly surprised and I think all of us girls were.  Well,
except Sarah who just grinned.

   'I had an inkling from a couple of things you have said in the past
Cindy.  Okay then, here goes.  Sit on the sofa Cindy, and take off
everything except your panties and t-shirt,' I said and left the room.

   I picked up a few props, returned a few moments later and said 'Cindy.
Stand up when I enter the room.  You need to learn your place round here.
You are nothing but my slave, do you hear?'

   Cindy's lip curled, 'Yes Master.'

   I sat on the sofa in her place.

   'Go and get two beers' I said and waited while she returned with them. I
sipped one and told her to drink the other quickly or I would make her
stand on her head and pour it up her cunt.  The use of such language
obviously affected her and my demeanour brooked no refusal.  She quickly
finished the beer while I sipped at mine.

   'Stand between me and the rest of the guys, lower your panties to your
knees and kiss my feet,' I said, knowing that this would give a great view
to the guys sitting against the wall.  I could not resist the view myself
and said 'Go over to the guys and kiss them, on your hands and knees.' The
exaggerated movement of her bottom started to open her lips so that you
could see the pinkness appearing between her black outer labia.

   'Come back here slave, over my knee, you need your bottom slapping.'

   She gave me a look which should have turned me to stone but which I
blithely ignored and made room for her to wriggle over my knees.  Her
bottom was sticking up in the air.  I rummaged under her t-shirt and played
with her nipples, pinching and squeezing.

   I ran my hand over her bottom, between her legs and removed her flimsy,
lacy set of panties, which I could feel were still damp from either the
previous dramas or possibly this one.  They smelled of musk.

   I contemplated stuffing them in her mouth to stop her saying 'red' and
eventually decided it was a good idea.

   She protested so I gave her the first of a dozen slaps on her bottom. 
Boy, did that feel good.

   Six times more in rapid succession I slapped her quivering buttocks. 
Three on each cheek.  I took the panties from her mouth.

   'I think I want to hear you squeal.'

   Sarah it was, I think, who said 'Remember the red word Cindy.'

   I squeezed her left nipple as my right hand slapped her another half
dozen times.  She accepted this without a murmur apart from a succession of
increasingly voluble squeals.  I also noticed that she was getting very wet
between the legs.  She was really beginning to enjoy this.

   I pushed her onto the floor.

   'Enough.  Stand up, face me and take off your t-shirt.'

   She did and I noticed her right hand briefly rubbing her pussy.

   'Play with your nipples and lick your lips.'

   I reached into my pocket and pulled out a couple of washing line pegs I
had picked up earlier.

   'Lean towards me,' I said and held up the pegs for her inspection.

   She shivered but leant forward as instructed.

   I removed her fingers from her nipples and replaced them with the pegs,
but continued to hold most of the pressure myself.

   I looked her in the eyes and saw that any signs of challenge had
disappeared.  There was a vacant, submissive look about her that said I
could do what I liked.

   She screamed as I released the pegs and let the pressure take over.

   There was a mighty combined shout 'red' from the girls against the wall,
but Cindy shook her head.

   'Quiet slave or things will get worse.'

   I stood and walked over to the wall.  'Do me a handstand, and lean your
legs onto the wall.' Up she went.  'Open your legs.' I saw my own version
of heaven peeling back for me as I inserted a finger and sniffed.  I peeled
back the lips further and frightened her with the neck of the bottle I was
sipping from.

   She was still worried when I said 'Get down.  Go get two more bottles
and a bucket from the kitchen.' She returned and I made her drink another
beer.  I think she knew what I had in mind.  She had gone very pale.

   'I want you to walk around the room and show your clitoris to everyone.'
She blushed and thought long and hard.  You could see her mind working
overtime, but eventually her submissive nature overcame her embarrassment.
It surely could not get any worse?

   She did as I had told her hardly stopping in front of each person.  Some
of the girls were good enough to look away.  They did not all do so though.
Yasmin was frankly fascinated.  The boys however all leant forward to get a
closer look and she slowed a little to enable them to see properly.

   'Now get the bucket,' I said.  'You must be needing a pee by now.'

   There was a chorus of groans from the girls.  'No.  You can't make her
do that.' 'Oh Chris.  That's not fair.'

   I smiled and said 'Nobody has to finish the dares.  You can always
chicken out.'

   Cindy said 'I have never chickened out of anything,' and slowly sat on
the bucket.  The girls looked away a little embarrassed, Cindy looked at
the floor and we waited and waited.

   'I do want to go,' she said, 'but I can't.'

   'Never mind,' I said.  'We can go back to it.  Last thing, I want you to
bring yourself off here on the floor in front of us.  Show us how you do
it. Improve our technique.  Oh and you can take your pegs off now.'

   Cindy looked almost relieved to be getting off the bucket.  She sat down
in the middle of the floor facing me, lay back and stretched out.  She
firmly crossed her ankles, put one hand on her right breast and slowly
pulled off the peg.  She screamed as the blood started rushing back and
rubbed the nipple hard with the flat of her hand.  She quickly brought up
the other hand and removed the other peg to more sobs.  She quickly dropped
her hands to ruffle her pubic hairs.  It was as quiet as a church on a
Tuesday afternoon, nobody stirred.  Cindy closed her eyes and energetically
rubbed her crotch.  Her legs started widening as she rapidly reached a
point of no return.  One pair of fingers played with her clitoris that she
had so proudly showed us earlier, and still managed to press on her pubic
bone.  Two more fingers were deeply entrenched in her sopping pussy.  They
were making a squelching noise and her juices were running freely down her
thighs.

   I wondered whether I could order her to stop before she came.

   I got down on my knees between hers.  'Time to stop,' I ordered.  'Move
your hands.' She groaned as I lifted her hands away and groaned again as I
replaced them with my cock.  She spread her legs wide and I entered in one
thrust, sufficiently worked up to come very quickly.

   She still beat me to the orgasm, her body jumping and her hands
scratching my back, as I took the weight on my arms and pumped into her.  I
also cried out as I came.  I thought it would never end as I slowed and
milked myself of the last few drops before rolling over on the carpet
again.

   'You Bastard,' said Frankie.  'We may never talk to you again.'

   'You chose the topic,' I complained.  'Anyway, she looks all right now.'
We watched her curled up with a smile on her face.

   'Yeah, I'm fine,' she said.  'But you are a Bastard.  That toilet bucket
was too much.  And as for those pegs.' A dreamy look came over her face.

   'What were they like?' said Hannah.

   'They hurt like hell,' came the response.  'But you've got to try it.  I
could not believe how much they turned me on.'

   'Right,' said Sarah, 'No time to waste if I am going to get to my go.  I
am feeling pretty horny already.  Who's next?'

   Josh was next.

   'Right,' said Sarah.  'Lucy and Josh come with me a minute.  Josh, the
idea is that you are a door-to-door salesman and Yasmin is the housewife at
the door.'

   They disappeared for a few minutes before Sarah and Lucy returned and
sat back in their chairs.

   'Now Yasmin.  You are the young housewife left alone in the house all
day.  He will try to sell you his wares.  You can make it as hard or easy
as you like.  Oh by the way he might try to seduce you,' she grinned.

   There was a knock at the door and there was Josh.

   'Good morning Young Lady, is your mother home.'

   The old ones are always the best.

   'I am the householder,' Yasmin replied frostily.  'What do you want.'

   'I have a selection of goods for sale in this bag that I think you might
like,' said the salesman in Josh.

   'You had better come in then,' said Yasmin, 'but you cannot stay long
because my husband is away on a business trip to Australia and the
neighbours may talk.'

   This was a great lead in so Josh relaxed and smiled.

   'You had better come in.  Sit on the sofa while I get you a drink.'

   She handed him a beer took a large glass of chilled neat vodka herself
and sat next to him on the sofa.

   'How long has your husband been away,' Josh asked.

   'About two weeks now, and one further one to come.  I do get very lonely
without him and a girl misses those extra, well, you know, cuddles and that
sort of thing,' said lay-it-on-a-plate Yasmin.

   'I am sure you do,' said Josh.  'It must be very stressful.  Do you get
stress pains here in the shoulders.' He moved her to face away from him
while he massaged her shoulders.

   'Oh, that's nice,' purred Yasmin snuggling up to his chest.  He lay her
face down on the sofa and proceeded to massage her shoulders and upper
back.

   'Funnily enough I have something here that will help.' He reached behind
him and undid the bag and lifted out a large vibrator, which he set to low.

   'This is our new stress-reducing vibrating shoulder massager.  It can
also be used to relieve many sorts of stress on other parts of the body,'
he schmoozed.  He moved it slowly over her shoulders and she snuggled some
more.  At this stage she probably thought it really was some form of
massage equipment.  She had not yet seen it.

   He continued to massage her back, the vibrator sweeping in lower arcs
down her back and onto her buttocks.  Gradually he eased it down first one
leg and then the other.  He picked up her feet one by one and rubbed first
the insole and then the base of the toes.

   By now she was slowly writhing with enjoyment.  He eased the monster
back up her legs and, easing her skirt over her bottom, concentrated on the
tops of her thighs and the base of her cheeks.

   With his spare hand he unclipped her bra without demur.

   'Keep your eyes closed and let me help you turn over,' he purred.

   'Now, put your hands up over your head,' he murmured and brushed her
left nipple with his hand.

   'Ohhh,' was all we heard as her hands crept up above her head.

   'Keep your eyes closed.'

   He lifted her to sit upright and removed her t-shirt and bra in one easy
move.  He laid her back down again and concentrated first on her upper
abdomen turning up the power to provide a deep massage effect.

   He ran his fingers of one hand over first one breast and then the other.

   Then you could see him beginning to concentrate on the nipples with his
hand as he brought the vibrator up to massage the lower parts of both
breasts.  With his fingers he squeezed and nipped the nipples before
eventually running the vibrator over them.

   She still had her eyes closed and was possibly still unaware of the real
use for Lucy's biggest vibrator.

   Gradually, using one hand only, we could also see Josh losing his own
clothes.

   He now reached into the bag again and, producing a small fountain pen
sized vibrator, began to rub this smaller one firmly along her pubic bone.

   She groaned and her legs seemed to part themselves.

   He lifted her skirt to her waist revealing her gauzy pale blue panties,
already shiny with moisture.  He undid her skirt and pulled both her skirt
and panties off over her raised feet.  Putting down the smaller instrument
he lowered the power on the bigger one and concentrated on the area for
which it was made.  Her legs eased further apart and we could see she was
very close to climaxing.

   This was obviously not Josh's intention yet because yet again he turned
her over, on to her face.

   Picking up the smaller vibrator again he used it to massage her lips,
slipping it quickly and inch or two in and out of her vagina.  We could see
him slowly ease the toy further up her crack and, having lubricated it
inside her, played it on her crinkled anus.  She noticeably widened her
legs to allow him even more access.

   Her cheeks had a life of their own as they twitched with every movement
of the vibrator.  Her legs spread again automatically and he eased the toy
into her bum-hole.  One inch, two and then eventually a full four inches
were at last vibrating deep inside her.  A bare inch was still sticking
out.

   Her breathing was noticeably harsher and he felt the time was right to
turn her back over and seat her on the sofa, with her bottom resting on the
front edge and her legs spread around him as he kneeled.  For the first
time I think she opened her eyes, and smiled at him.

   'You are magnificent without that hair,' he breathed.  You are so
beautiful I could eat you up, but it is my job to sell you these
vibrators.'

   He reached behind him again to produce yet a third, with one long shaft
and ears like a rabbit.  He eased this into her pussy and turned it into
its lowest setting.  The ears tickled her clitoris and by now screams of
delight were filling the room.

   He picked up the big monster again and her eyes widened with horror.

   There was however no protest from her as he eased out the rabbit, pushed
her legs over her shoulders to open her up, and, taking the big boy, eased
it through the moisture seeping from her crack and pushed it gently deep
into her hole.

   'What do I need to say,' Yasmin screamed.  'I'll buy them,' as she
started to climax.

   Josh quickly pulled out the monster and replaced it with his own
rock-hard bunny, now that he had made his sale.  She was already in
mid-orgasm and hardly noticed the change until he started humping against
her as he ejaculated.  She threw her arms around him and kissed him deeply
on the mouth before they both rolled over to catch their breath.

   You could tell that she was almost sorry to lose the little throbbing
toy deep within her back passage.  Josh made her stand up close to us, legs
apart and touch her toes.  He then spent what must for her, have been an
agonising few minutes as he pretended that he had pushed it too far in to
remove it easily.

   'You will have to help me,' he sounded worriedly.  'Pretend you are
having a shit.'

   You could see she was mortified, but still strained.

   'Only joking,' he eventually said, grasping the now showing inch and a
half and easing it backwards from her bum.  We were able to watch as the
sphincter muscle contracted again.

   Unsurprisingly, Yasmin gave Josh a bit of a slapping for winding her up,
before happily sitting on his knee to watch the next participants.

   'The super salesman,' cried Sarah.  'Only one more to go before me.'

   Pete was next and Sarah said seriously 'Lucy, Pete, the scenario we
talked about is being attacked in your house by an escaped prisoner.  Lucy,
are you sure you want to do this?  It must not get out of hand.  Pete, no
violence, if it starts getting out of hand we will stop it.'

   'I'm fine with this' said Lucy, 'there is nothing that he can do to me
that I will not enjoy.  I will act the part screaming and protesting, but I
give him carte blanche to go for it.  As you say, anything except violence,
but sex, fear, humiliation, bondage, I can live with all of them.'

   'If you are sure then off you go, but like Cindy, we had better give you
a panic button.  The word red should do again.  Okay?'

   They both agreed and Pete asked Sarah to sit on the sofa with her back
to the door and left the room.  He returned a few minutes later with a
stocking over his head obscuring his face and a kitchen knife in his hand.
It wasn't a carver or even sharp, just an eating knife, but still looked
menacing.

   He crept quietly up behind Sara who, having heard the door open, was
waiting with baited breath.  He leaned over her holding the knife so that
she could see it.

   'What have we got here,' he said.  'Here I am minding my own business
staying out of the way of the police and now I have a hostage to take.  I
can't have you alerting the police now, can I?  I have been on the run for
three days now'

   'Please don't hurt me' cried Lucy.  'Take what you want.  I will not
call out.'

   'I have to make sure of that' Pete said withdrawing a long piece of
string from his pocket.  'Stand up and turn around.  Put your hands behind
your back.'

   He tied her hands, fairly loosely but still tight enough to stop release
and threw her back on the sofa.  He made a point of pretending to look
around the room.

   'There is nothing here that I can sell.' He cried.  'You must have money
give it to me.'

   'I have nothing,' Lucy cried.  The 'Do not touch me please,' that
followed sounded too much like Brer Rabbit trying to get thrown into the
briar patch to be true.

   'Let me look at you,' he leered and pulled her upright on the sofa.

   He pulled her roughly to her feet, pushed her against the wall, and
massaged her bra-less breasts over her t-shirt.  'Not bad' he breathed and
put his hands in the same places but under her shirt.  'Nice.'

   He pulled the shirt over her head and left it dangling on her tied arms.
He flicked the nipples, which were already erect, to a new tightness.

   'Please no more, she cried.

   'Please do not hurt me.  I am a virgin,' was followed by hoots of
derision from the watchers.

   He unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor allowing us all to
see her flimsy panties barely covering her hairless crack.

   He sat and pulled her over his knee, his hands playing first with her
cheeks and then insinuating his fingers into her slit.  He smoothed both
the front and the back of her knickers into her crack then gathered
together the waist band of her panties with the front and back pieces,
converting the lot into a large string.  It slipped through her lower lips
exposing her almost entirely.  He tugged at it pulling it tight into her
crack.

   'Aarrgh,' was the noise that she made as he tugged again and started a
sawing motion that must have been abrasive on her lips and clitoris.

   'Enough fun,' he said.  'Down to business,' and pulled them down and
off.

   Just for fun he slapped her cheeks a few times, not really hard enough
to hurt but enough to leave red blotches on her lily-white skin.

   He pushed his fingers deep into her pussy, then pulled them out so that
we could see the moisture coating them.  She was lubricating freely and
obviously very close to the edge of an orgasm.

   He manhandled her to the back of the sofa and leant her over pushing her
bottom into the air.  In this position she was fully exposed from her pussy
to her puckered brown bum hole.

   'Ohplease,' she cried.  'Don't hurt me.  Just screw me.  I won't tell
anyone.'

   He pushed her further over the back of the sofa moved up close behind
her and entered her in one smooth motion.

   'Yes!' she could not help crying as he pushed and pushed further.

   As she started to climax he withdrew and grasping his slippery cock in
his hand he pressed against her tight rear hole.

   As she screamed the other girls screamed 'Red.' Pete paused his cock
merely a few millimetre inside her ass-hole.

   'Dooo-it!' she screamed and he pushed until the head of his cock was
buried, deep in her anus.

   'Aaaah,' she screamed as he rammed home, impaling her to the hilt.  He
put his thumb in her pussy and rubbed her clitoris with his fingers.  This
succeeded in pushing her over the edge into a screaming orgasm.  He also
started to climax, the short strokes pushing her down into the back of the
sofa, her arms still tied behind her back.

   He slipped the string from her arms and lifted her back onto her feet,
turning and kissing her fully and deeply on the mouth.

   'What an actress,' he said quickly.  Feeling a little guilty perhaps?

   She looked at him for a very long time.

   'I really enjoyed most of that,' she said.  'That really was my first
time up the ass and although I have wanted to try it, I have never been
brave enough.  This time it seemed right somehow.  Next time however, I
think I want a little more warning and some jelly.  I will be sore for
days. I am still not sure why I didn't call red?'

   'I know why,' shouted Luther.  'You were enjoying it too much.  How come
we never did that?'

   We all laughed and I saw Lucy laugh as well, grab Pete's hand and say
'Come on, get me a drink.'

   'Well, just me left,' said Sarah 'Am I horny now.  Come here Luther and
see what I have got for you.  It's very simple.  After that last one which
was quite tense, I must admit I have saved something quite easy for myself.
I am not sure that I would have enjoyed one or two of the earlier
scenarios. This could be fun.  It has always been a bit of a fantasy of
mine.  I want you to be a Doctor and we can play Doctors and Patients.  You
can set the scenario as you like.'

   'Righto,' laughed Luther.  'Leave the room and give me a minute or two
before you knock.' He sat and thought through his 'plot' before the
inevitable knock on the door came.

   'Come in.  Ah, Miss Jones, may I call you Sarah?  You have come for the
medical before we can offer you the job as a Public Health Supervisor. 
Right?'

   Sarah picked up the plot quickly.  'Yes that's right.  This job is
important to me.  I do hope everything is all right.'

   'I am sure it will be.  We, as the first line of contact in public
health matters, just cannot afford to be anything but healthy and clean in
body and mind.  That's our priority.  Right can you sit up on this table
please and I will ask you a few questions.'

   'Have you ever had any major illnesses?'

   'No.'

   'Good.  Any sexually transmitted diseases?'

   'Certainly not.'

   'That was a very strong reaction Sarah, are you a virgin, do you have a
problem with sex?  An open attitude is very important.'

   'Well no.  I am not a virgin, but I am not a tart who believes in
spreading it around.'

   'That's good of course.  Do you have a current boy friend?'

   'No, not at the moment.'

   'Is that usual for you?  Do you get normal feminine urges?  Do you
masturbate much?'

   'Doctor, really, I do not see what my personal habits have anything to
do with this job.'

   'Well Sarah you see, we need to make sure that our liaison officers have
a balanced healthy approach to everything, and sex of course is just one
component.  I am afraid you may not pass this examination if you are
strongly against what, after all, are just normal healthy discussions.'

   'Oh, I would not say that,' said Sarah hastily.  'Of course I think
about sex quite a lot and masturbate fairly regularly, about four or five
times a week.'

   'That seems an awful lot.  Are you obsessed with sex do you think. 
Would this be a problem?'

   'Certainly not.  I think I am average, just like the next girl in the
street.'

   'Good, well let us move on.  Would you mind slipping your top off so I
can see, err hear, your chest.'

   'Is that really necessary?'

   'There we go again Sarah.  This slightly prudish attitude again.  Do I
need to remind you that I am a Doctor and that you do want this job.  You
have to be healthy.'

   She slipped her top over her head and sat in her bra.  He tapped her
chest in a couple of places and asked her to cough.

   'Is that brassiere clean on today Sarah?'

   'Yes, of course.'

   'Well in that case you really should change your washing powder.  May I
see it please.' He held out his hand.

   She reluctantly released the clasp and handed it over for inspection,
wrapping her arms around her to cover herself.

   'Mmm, well, a little grey, but let us move on.  I need some
measurements.'

   He picked up a pretend tape measure and measured her neck and across her
back.  'Hold out your arms please.' One arm snaked out and still her
breasts remained covered.

   He tutted loudly and she slowly extended both arms.

   'There, that's better,' he said and proceed to measure the length of her
arms and around her bust.  His hand passed quickly across her nipples and
she jumped.

   'Yes Sarah, is there a problem?'

   'Nnno.' She said but gasped as he then measured the gap between her
nipples before tweaking both of them quite firmly.

   'What are you doing?' she said.

   'Just checking for normal reactions, to see if they harden you know. 
Yes, look at them reacting.  Quite normal.  Can you see if you can make
them go down again.  Give them a rub.  Try massaging the rest of the
breast. No.  Well, let me have a go.'

   He squeezed and rubbed away at her nipples.

   'Ummm obstinate little devils.  Never mind we will leave them.  Stand up
please.'

   He reached under her skirt pushing his fingers into her crotch.

   'Doctor!  What are you doing now?'

   'Yes, you are right my dear.  It will be so much easier to measure your
inside leg without your skirt.  Just slip it off.'

   'But why are you taking all these measurements?'

   'Well, I am saving you a little embarrassment later as I am measuring
you for your uniform.  I am sure it is better to undress once for me rather
than again for the supply manager.'

   She slowly slipped off her skirt and he pretended to take a couple more
measurements, pushing the end of his imaginary tape measure into her
crotch.

   'That's good now get up on the table again dear.  Lie down please.  I
see those nipples are still standing pretty firm.  Are you thinking about
sex at all?'

   'Well I guess I am turned on a little,' she said.  'I mean, here I am,
almost naked with a strange man.' He proceeded to poke and prod her chest
and stomach.

   'Sarah what a strange reaction.  I am a doctor.  Do you have a Doctor
fetish perhaps?'

   'No, really everything is normal.  Maybe it is just cold in here?'

   'I do not think so, said Luther.  'I have just noticed that you are
sweating between your legs.  Your knickers are quite damp.  Unless of
course you have wet yourself.  Do you have a loss of control sometimes.'

   She was at a loss for words as he prodded and probed before sliding his
hands down to feel her knickers.

   'Mmm very wet I see.  This may be a problem.  We cannot have you leaking
all over the place while talking to clients.  I think that I had better
check this out.' Sternly he said.  'Take off your knickers.'

   He raised her legs as she eased the panties over her bottom and slipped
them off.  He eased her legs wide apart to only small resistance as she
whispered and gulped, 'but Doctor.'

   'Quiet please,' he said.  'I need to concentrate.' He pulled her body
towards him along the table so her legs dangled over the end.

   He bent down to get his nose no more than six inches from her sticky
moist crack and insinuated his fingers between her labia.  He flicked her
clitoris and put first one then two then three fingers up between those, by
now, dribbling lips.

   'Do you orgasm readily?' he asked.

   She could hardly speak to utter the words 'If you keep that up you will
find out in a few seconds.'

   So he did.  And so she did.  With a scream she grabbed his head with
both hands and pushed it into her sopping wet pussy.  'Lick me, please,
please.'

   She started to regain her breath and smiled, thinking that for her at
least it was all over.

   'Well Miss, you certainly answered my question.' said the Doctor.  'Can
you do that again perhaps in a minute or two.  I would like some colleagues
to watch that reaction.  Bu first I must finish my health check.  Roll over
onto your front please, and kneel up.  That's right now put your forearms
on the floor and stick your bottom out.'

   He dipped his finger into her pussy and spat directly onto her little
brown puckered hole now directly above her labia.

   'Nooo!' she cried, as he removed his finger from her vagina and pushed
it against her sphincter.

   'Relax.  It will be easier' he said as he pushed his way in, first up to
one knuckle then two.  He rolled his finger around, removed it and replaced
it with two.  He then put two fingers of his other hand back into her puss
to cries and mumbles.  She was obviously coming close to orgasming again.

   He removed all his fingers and left her to slump onto the table.  She
rolled onto her side and replaced his fingers with hers.

   He had quickly run out to the kitchen to return with a measuring jug.

   'Now stop that.  Maybe we will let you do that later.  First I need a
specimen.  Stand up on the table and crouch over this jug.'

   The room was very quiet as she looked around embarrassed and climbed
into the position.

   'Can't you fuck me first?' she pleaded.

   'Miss!!  I have my tests to do.'

   She meekly squatted down over the jug as Luther looked towards us
sitting there and said 'Can someone wash this jug tomorrow before they make
the Sangria.'

   We all looked back from him to see a trickle burst from between her
nether lips, stuttering before beginning to flow readily.  She finished and
Luther lowered her back onto the table-top and buried his lips in her wet
fanny.

   She cried in pleasure and shouted 'Now, fuck me you bastard.  What sort
of hospital did you graduate from anyway.'

   He dropped his shorts and pants to the ground and eased into her, gently
and slowly, before ramming himself to the hilt.

   He looked towards us and said 'Perhaps my colleagues would like to watch
this orgasm, and by the way I never said I was a Doctor of Medicine.  It's
a PhD in Business Studies.  I am the firms Accountant.'

   We crowded around and watched as he pushed hard driving her back along
the table.  We pushed her back for each following stroke.

   It did not last long as they both came, him deep inside her.

   What an evening that had been!  We all sat quietly remembering our roles
and having little fantasies before pairing off with our 'playlet' partners
and creeping off to bed.  I was not in that much of a rush however to
forget to bring the clothes pegs, sitting in my trouser pocket.  But that's
another story.



   Chapter 6 Simons Story

   We boys had all day to relax, in the knowledge that we had only had half
the evenings fun last night.  We were awaiting a lingerie fashion parade.
The little dramas that we had played out last night had taken up the whole
evening so here we were, knowing that we would be called on to do nothing
but admire.  And hopefully perform.

   The girls had all gone shopping into the nearest big town, we assumed to
buy new underwear.  Everything was veiled in secrecy.

   We had told the girls that there would be prize for the 'best in show'
and tactfully told Hannah that as she had won the striptease competition it
would be unfair for her to win this as well and therefore would she get us
the prize.

   That just shows how lazy we were.

   She was quite happy to do it as she said that the prize we had in mind
was not one she would want to win anyway.  Away they went and we spent the
rest of the day on the beach or in the bar looking at other girls and
comparing them unfavourably with ours.  We also managed to have a few beers
and even make dinner.

   We all met up back in the lounge for a few more drinks about seven. 
There had been no sight of the girls since dinner but a lot of noise from
two of the bedrooms and the occasional call for another chilled bottle of
wine to be passed round the door led us to believe that they were getting
ready.

   We had little to do but prepare an imaginary runway from a strip of
carpet, and put a round table top on low piles of concrete slabs from the
garden.  We had tried it out for stability and even some fairly physical
horseplay had been unable to move it.

   Five dining room chairs were grouped around this stage for all the boys
except me to sit on.  Was to be the Master of Ceremonies.  Another was kept
handy to pull up on the stage if needed and the others were distributed
along the back wall out of the way.  We were ready.

   We had to wait until nearly nine o'clock before a shout came from behind
the lounge door that some mood music would be appropriate and that they
were ready to start.  As well as MC for the evening I would also adopt the
role of salesman for the lingerie company.  The girls knew that they would
be acting under my orders with regard to moving about.

   Theoretically the others were all Department Store buyers who we were
eager to impress.

   I was called out to the hallway to have a quick advance look and be told
by the girls how to describe some of the clothes.  It was important to
them. To me a bra is a bra.

   I went back to the lads and assumed my role.

   'Gentlemen, we have a treat for you tonight.  I am sure you will be very
impressed by the wonderful goodies we have on show.  And the lingerie is
good too.  Please take your seats and prepare to be astounded by our
merchandise.  Everything you will see here tonight is of the finest
quality.'

   I had been given no running order so just chose at random.  I
subconsciously chose Frankie because in my quick preview I vaguely
remembered that she was wearing very little and would therefore start the
proceedings with a bang.

   'Frankie please?'

   The door opened and in strode Frankie pacing, one foot in front of the
other, like a trotting pony.  She was wearing a black see-through net bra,
which showed her erect nipples off perfectly.  Her matching g-string barely
covered her crotch.  The net extended from just above her lips, up over the
sparse blonde pubic hairs.  The applause sprang from the lads unprompted.
As she pirouetted on the dais we could see the string disappearing between
the cheeks of her arse, before joining the waist-band over the hips.  Black
hold-up stockings completed the ensemble.  I had little to describe merely
murmuring 'Beautiful Frankie, thank you.  Please stand over against the
wall.'

   'Yasmin next please.'

   Yasmin slowly, exotically, walked the strip of carpet to the stage.  She
was looking exquisite.  The colour of her underwear set off her darker skin
tones.

   'Yasmin is wearing an ivory silk teddy and french-cut, wide-leg
knickers.'

   She looked an absolute treat.  Her nipples were hard forcing out the
front of her teddy.  Her small tits were insignificant bulges compared to
those prominent nipples.

   'Thank you Yasmin, Sarah please.'

   Sarah's long dark hair was combed over one side of her face, falling
dramatically around one shoulder.  She wore a rich blue 'wonder-bra' which
forced her already large breasts up and out, producing a glorious cleavage.
She wore a matching micro skirt, which just covered her crotch but revealed
the lower cheeks of her arse as she turned around.

   'Sarah is wearing a three piece silk ensemble in royal blue.  The skirt
is cut to cover any 'visible panty line' and in this case obscures a
matching g-string.  Perhaps you could show us, please Sarah.' Sarah span on
the spot and the hem of her skirt just lifted a couple of centimetres
hinting at the blue panties beneath.  Warm applause was her reward.

   'Thank you Sarah, Lucy please.'

   Lucy's blonde hair and early tan, suited admirably the light brown satin
vest and knickers that she was wearing.  The vest, like a man's waistcoat,
buttoned down the front, but at this time had been left open showing the
absence of any bra.  It was loose cut under the arms and the swellings of
her breasts could just be seen.  The back was sheer net.  At the front her
matching knickers appeared thick and opaque over her bald pudenda matching
the cover-up ability of the waistcoat, but the sides and back, while
covering her cheeks were sheer net and see through.  Again like the vest.
Tan hold-up stockings completed the ensemble.

   Another ripple of applause and calls of 'Way to go.' And 'wow.'

   'Lucy, thank you, delightful.  Hannah please.'

   The boys broke out into spontaneous applause again.

   Hannah is wearing a high busted corselette with matching g-string and
stockings in white with lemon trimmings,' I intoned unnecessarily.

   Her magnificent tits were pushed up and out like a shelf, the tops of
the aureolas showing above the lemon.  Her waist was cinched in and she had
a truly figure of eight body.  As she reached the front of the stage she
shook her upper body and a little more deep brown crescent showed above the
lemon trim of the bra.  Suspenders ran down her legs front and back holding
up the stockings.

   'Thank you and finally Cindy.'

   I had deliberately left Cindy to last after a quick sight of her in the
hall.

   'Cindy is wearing a full set of broderie anglais lingerie in virginal
white.'

   This latter adjective caused a little splutter amongst both the boys and
girls as they stood watching along the wall.

   Again, a round of applause broke out.

   She did look wonderful.  The whiter than white underwear set against her
ebony body was a wonderful climax to the show.

   Thank you girls, perhaps you could parade up and down one more time
before taking your places along the wall where you are now.

   They slinked along the catwalk, blowing kisses to deafening applause and
whistles.  They looked like real models and even walked like real models.
As each girl reached the end of the catwalk she would stop slide apart her
legs and push out one knee.  The result of these movements was to push out
the crotch.  Wonderful.

   When they had resumed their places at the back of the room, we boys got
our heads together and decided that Cindy had won the prize for the night.
We also realised however that only about forty-five minutes had elapsed and
that we should be able to spin it out a little longer.

   'Young ladies, we have selected tonight's winner, but, before we present
the prize maybe we could have just one more look at the underwear again. 
Individually.'

   'Sarah, would you mind stepping forward.  I would like to show these
buyers that it is not completely necessary to wear the entire set to retain
modesty.'

   Sarah looked a little puzzled as I set a dining room chair up on the
stage.

   'Perhaps you wouldn't mind removing your g-string and walking the
cat-walk again please.'

   I suspect that they had been expecting it go a little further, so,
without demur, she pulled the tiny little string down her legs and off.

   'Perhaps you could bring it with you.  These buyers may wish to inspect
it.'

   'Gentlemen, as you can see as she walks towards us her pubic hair is
still just covered with the skirt.  Thank you Sarah, just keep walking
backwards and forwards please.  As you can also see there is no difference
from the back as the string was tight up her ass-crack in the first place.'
I felt it unlikely that a salesman would use the term ass-crack but we knew
what I meant.

   'Sarah and back here please.'

   'The modesty problem arrives, Gentlemen, when the foot is lifted off the
floor.  Show us Sarah, put your left foot on the chair dear.'

   Sarah visibly gulped, knowing that she was going to be on display.  She
tentatively lifted her foot, her hand holding the g-string automatically
dropping to cover herself.

   'That's right Sarah.  Raise your foot.  Hold the g-string up with both
hands in front of you so that we can see it, there's a dear girl.  Perhaps
you would like to pass it to the buyers here.  Thank you.  Now just swing
your knee out to the left.  A bit further please, stretch it out.  That's
better.  Now gentlemen you can see that all pretence at modesty has gone.
The lips are curling back to reveal the clitoris and a deep dark,
pink-lined, gash.'

   Sarah blushed while the boys examined and sniffed the offered g-string.

   'While Sarah is here, perhaps you would like to stand and look at the
quality of the bra.  Here like this, feel the inside of the cup, feel the
support.  Compare both sides like this.  Perhaps if I leave this right
breast hanging out it will make it easier.  And while you are standing up,
you may as well feel here under the skirt.  You can see that it would be
impossible with the left leg holding it up in this position to pull it over
her slit.  Perhaps however if you feel your way around to the back here you
can feel that the skirt almost covers the cheeks, just showing the bottom
inch or two.'

   The boys swarmed around her, playing with her tits while pretending to
examine workmanship and carefully examining the lack of modesty displayed
by the skirt.

   'Thank you Sarah, perhaps just before you go you could show us one more
pose again, I am afraid also to point out the shortcomings of the garment
as a modesty protector.  Perhaps you could just turn around and touch your
toes please.  There, do you see gentlemen.  Luckily the garment is not sold
as a modesty protector, because as you can see it would be useless. 
Luckily as a titivator it is first class.  I am sure you will be able to
sell millions of them.'

   'Sarah perhaps you could stand over here now, where these other chairs
are.  That's right, left leg up, resume the pose.  Thank you.'

   'Yasmin, perhaps you would join us.'

   'Now Gentlemen, these garments are of course quite the very opposite. 
Virginal again, discreet and beautiful quality.  I will ask you again to
come and check the merchandise again for yourselves in a moment.  Shall we
put you through the range of poses please Yasmin.  First bend and touch
your toes.  While we must agree that this a beautiful bum chaps, you can
see that it is discreetly covered.  Yes up again, turn round and put your
left foot on the chair please Yasmin.'

   Yasmin complied happily knowing that she was beautifully covered.

   'But Gentlemen, you will see that the advantages of this looser clothing
is in fact the very opposite of modesty, it is accessibility.  You can see
that I can very easily slide both hands up under this teddy to play with
her tits.  You will also see that after a couple of little pinches...'

   'Ouch'

   'Quiet please.  That the erect nipples show delightfully under the silk
covering.  And now, the crowning glory, just look how easy it is to slide
your hand up inside the knickers, deep inside, in fact.  Yasmin stop
squirming please.  Gentlemen, please come and look for yourselves.'

   After allowing enough time for a careful inspection of the wares I
called Yasmin over to the side where Sarah was still standing.

   'Over here please Yasmin.  I don't think we need a chair but this whole
look at the moment is just a little modest.  I think I can change that
though.  Please hold your teddy up over one tit.  That's right and I will
just lower these knickers to show a little pubic hair.  Gosh I have kept
going down and there isn't any.  Maybe I will just leave the elastic here,
a few centimetres below where the hair was.  Beautiful.'

   'Lucy please.'

   Now Gentlemen, the idea of the front buttoning vest is that it can of
course be used in any of a variety of ways.  Like this open, but modestly
covering the tits, yet demonstrating that the wearer is up for it by
displaying the fact that she has no bra beneath it.  It can also be worn
buttoned and very discreet, or lastly either or both of the sides can be
folded back to display the tits yet keep that erogenous zone, her back,
fully covered yet visible through the gauzy material.  I will show you.'

   I folded back the sides and made a big fuss of both her little puppies.
I tweaked the nipples, and moulded her breasts between my palms.

   'There that looks better.  Now Gentlemen, if you would like to closely
examine the panties, you will see that a double layer of the fabric covers
the pudenda but that the sides and rear are completely see-through.  This
pays lip service to modesty but, if you would like to turn around and bend
over please Lucy, there you see her arsehole and all her labia are
completely open to view.  Stay like that for a moment while the guys have a
look please.'

   'Yes of course you can feel the materials Gentlemen.  Nothing but the
finest used in our workshops.'

   'Right stand up again please Lucy.  Put your foot on the chair.  That's
it stretch the knee.  Now one little drawback I have noticed about this
colour Gentlemen, is that it shows up stains.  Look carefully at this damp
patch here on the outside of the crotch.  Now if I pull these down the
right leg a little to show you the inside of the fabric you will see that
one small problem is that when this moisture dries it leaves an obvious
cream coloured dry stain.  Still not all the wearers will be quite as juicy
as young Lucy here.'

   Thank you Lucy.  over here please, leave your panties at half mast and
the vest folded back.  That's right foot on the chair please.  What is that
smell on my fingers.  Can you lick it off please.  Good girl.'

   'Hannah please.'

   'First things first Hannah.  We need to demonstrate that this bra can
show the nipples as well as hint at them.  Allow me please.'

   I levered her nipples out of the top of the bra and pinched them.

   'There don't they look nice.'

   I was for the first time a little speechless.  She looked so gorgeous
that I was at a loss to improve it.

   I found a way.

   'Hannah I notice that you wear your g-string under your suspender
straps. How do you go to the toilet?'

   I obviously flustered her.

   'Well I suppose I just lower it to the tops of my stockings and sit down
like that.'

   'I see.  Can you show us please?  Sit on this chair.'

   She pushed them down and sat on the chair with the g-string an inch or
two down her thighs.

   'I still think there is a danger of them getting wet.' I said.

   Josh can you get a bucket please.'

   'Oh no.' groaned Hannah, knowing what was to come.

   'Oh yes,' I said.  'Perhaps you should have worn them the other way
round.'

   Josh returned took away the chair and left the table.

   Hannah squatted over the bucket and after a few moments of
concentration, with her eyes shut, a light sprinkling sound prefaced a few
splashes of wee all over the dais as the jet caught the string of her
panties.

   Josh also produced a tissue for her and another to dry the floor.

   'Well I think I proved my point, you had better take them off now and
let them dry.'

   She undid her suspenders, removed the offending g-string and smoothed
her stockings before retightening the suspenders.  We were in no hurry to
stop this work of art.

   She eventually stood up and like most of the others had done I made her
touch her toes for us to admire her crack and then lift one leg onto the
chair.

   'Gentlemen if you would like to handle the merchandise feel free.

   Hannah if you would put your hands under your boobs and help to push
them out it would be good.  Oh you are still holding the wet g-string of
course.  Perhaps you could hold it in your mouth.'

   She grimaced as she put the sopping string to her lips and the boys
gathered round.

   A few moments elapsed, 'Thank you Hannah, Frankie please.'

   'Gentlemen, A little earlier we were talking about modesty.  What can I
say.  The set you see before you could only be worn by a girl with no
modesty.  Nothing to hide.  The net cups on the bra are see-through,
showing, I must say, a delightful set of breasts.  See how I can erect the
nipples.  The charm of this net is that they are immediately obvious.

   And the g-string and stockings, fine and sheer.  Rub your hands up these
hold-up stockings.  Feel the quality.  See how this thin strip of pubic
hair is almost glorified by the edges of the string only a millimetre or so
wider.

   See how tightly the string is between the legs.'

   I pulled the string quite sharply from behind to hear a sharp intake of
breath.

   'Frankie, perhaps you could turn around while I rearrange these please.
Just touch your toes, there's a good girl.  Spread those legs a little.'

   I kicked her feet apart.

   'You will all be able to see how the string disappears deeply between
the outer labia.  This sort of sawing action is therefore quite painful and
should be avoided at all costs.  If you would all like to step forward for
a look, please, please, form a queue.'

   Once the boys had groped their fill we moved on.

   'Frankie, thank you.  Gentlemen, as I said, wearers of this sort of
lingerie are immodest, and gagging for it.  Please stand over there with
the others.'

   And you could see that she was gagging for it.  Her hands kept straying
to her snatch.  She was bursting to play with herself.

   'And lastly the lovely Cindy.'

   Cindy sauntered back to the catwalk exactly like a cat who had stolen
the cream.  She knew she looked a million dollars.

   'Gentlemen, a picture of loveliness and modesty.  The embroidery is
clearly full of the tiniest of holes which reveal yet still conceal.

   I think the only way to appreciate this lingerie at its finest is to
compare what it hides, with what it doesn't.  For example, if I liberate
this right breast over the top you can clearly see how cleverly designed
the left cup is.  It even masks to some extent the erect nature of the
nipple, which I assure you Gentlemen, is erect.  But of course, you must
come and check for yourselves in a moment.'

   I turned her around to touch her toes.

   'Despite the fact that from where you sit you think you can see through
the gusset of these delicate white panties, you will see that, gradually,
as I pull down the back of these panties more and more is revealed.'

   I slowly started to ease down the panties.  I had had an erection all
night, but now it was bursting and I was about to waste it.  I tried hard
to think of other things, perhaps how to make the winners presentation
speech.  I felt like I was doing a strip tease myself and I could see the
guys were goggle eyed.  I could smell that Cindy was ripe for a fucking and
I wanted to be that man.  I tried to work out a way that this would happen.

   'Gentlemen you now see that the panties concealed more than they showed.
Two lovely cheeks and now we come to the very top of her starburst.'

   I gradually exposed her cheeks and then her arsehole itself, black as
night and as beautiful.  I ran my finger down the top of her crack and
eased it a centimetre or so into her anus.  Just enough for the muscles to
fight it.  She mewed like the cat I was imagining.

   Down and down, slowly, came the panties, until everything was exposed.

   'At last Gentlemen, you see how complete the covering factor of these
panties really is.  All of this that you now see magnificently displayed
was hidden.'

   A little sob came from Cindy's mouth, now somewhere around her upper
thigh.  I suddenly realised that if I could smell her from here, where her
nose was.  she would smell herself much more strongly.

   I massaged my way through her outer labia, peeling back the sopping
lips, allowing myself a moment or two before calling 'Gentlemen, perhaps
you would care to see for yourselves.  Do not forget the nipples.'

   I had difficulty moving out of the way as the guys crowded around her.

   I gave them a scant few moments as, to groans, I asked them to resume
their seats and for Cindy to stand down.  She was going to be mine.  Don't
paw the goods.

   Well ladies I think the buyers here have decided who the winning model
is.  Can I ask Cindy to come and collect her prize.

   To ironic cheers from the other girls and a look of relief from Hannah
who knew she must have been in the running Cindy stepped forward.

   I gave her a small plastic bag.

   'Just a small prize for a wonderful effort, Cindy.  Perhaps you would
just like to go outside and slip them on.  Come back when you are ready.'

   'In the meantime girls if you would like to cuddle up to our buyers
here, who are undoubtedly feeling lonesome, I am sure it will assist in
their deliberations in how many thousands of sets to order.'

   This was a bit of a con but they were all gagging for it so I knew I
would have no revolt.

   Each of the girls chose herself a guy and sat on his knee.

   It was not long before the guys had slipped off their shorts and boxers
and were sitting leaning back, each with his girl impaled upon his cock. 
We eagerly awaited Cindy's reappearance.  Or at least I did.  I felt even
hornier now watching the other guys sink their dicks so quickly.

   Cindy's head appeared around the corner of the door.

   'You bastards,' was all we got.

   We laughed but the girls looked puzzled.  I am sure they were expecting
her to have been given a nice piece of lingerie.

   'And now finally Cindy, wearing the opposite of the virginally white
ensemble that we saw her in earlier.'

   We had to cheer and even the girls were calling 'Come on Cindy, show
us.'

   She did.  The door flew back and she strode up the catwalk, before
turning a couple of times and stopping in the middle of the dais.

   She was wearing a peep-hole red gauze bra and matching see-through
crutch-less panties, technically known I believe as vented.

   Her nipples stuck out hard through the holes in the bra which looked a
bit tight.  It was not her size and Hannah had obviously bought one with
Yasmin or Frankie in mind.  The more we looked the more obvious it became
that the breasts were under strong pressure and were tightly squeezed where
they were constrained by the bra.

   The panties were certainly not constricting.  The central gusset was not
just split it was missing.  The material was scooped back to leave her
pubic area and bum-crack completely free of material.

   I walked up to the dais to try to make matters worse for her.

   'Gentlemen, and Ladies now, you can see how the constrictive nature of
the bra is forcing the nipples through the holes.  Every man's dream.'

   'Perhaps you could spread your legs a little Cindy and show us the
panties.'

   Cindy shuffled her feet apart and her crack started to shine deep red in
places where the lips were separating.

   'These panties facilitate the sort of thing you guys are now doing but
anywhere in public, restaurants or in a taxi.'

   I could see that the girls were still squirming around on their guy's
cocks.  I am surprised nobody had come yet, or maybe they had and done it
quietly.

   I felt in my pocket for a couple of clothes pegs that I had put there
earlier.  I had seen how she had reacted with Chris yesterday.  How would
she react to me doing it again today?

   I reached forward and placed a wooden sprung clothes-peg over her right
nipple and she yelped and stood up.  It hurt.  I knew.  I had tried it on
myself earlier.  It did however give me an immediate hard-on, but I could
not keep it on for more than five or ten seconds, and her nipples were a
lot bigger than mine.

   'Stop fussing,' I said and put the other one in place to more howls.

   'You will see Gentlemen that this bra has its uses for a little mild
sado-masochism.

   'Now perhaps you can turn and bend over again please Cindy.'

   She did and I was delighted to see with no attempt to remove the pegs.

   'You will see Gentlemen that these panties not only reveal but highlight
every little hair, hole and fold of skin.'

   I ran my fingers between her sopping lips.  Her arousal was obvious to
the whole room.  She smelt strongly, but, as I put my fingers to my lips,
she tasted sweet.

   I wondered whether I was going too far as I pulled, unseen to her,
another two pegs from my pocket.  I slipped one and then the other over her
outer labia and slowly released the springs.  She howled like a stuck pig,
but made no attempt to remove them.

   Finally my last peg zeroed in on her clitoris.  I felt it fair to warn
her but all she said was, 'Get it over with you bastard.' So I did.

   I stood her up and faced our audience.  They were hardly watching now as
they were all in relatively advanced forms of orgasm.

   'Come on,' I whispered in her ear, 'I will take them off in my bedroom.'

   She walked slowly and uncomfortably, but not unwillingly to my bedroom.

   Before we could get there, I had thrown off my clothes, leaving them
littered along the hall.

   I quickly jumped onto my bed laying flat on my back.

   'Quick, climb over my chest and straddle my head.  I will take them off
with my teeth.'

   She did exactly that and lowered her dripping fanny over my mouth.  I
went for the clitoris peg first.  I guess my teeth are not as sensitive as
my fingers so I probably dragged it off rather than eased back on the
spring.

   Her lip pegs followed.  Her eyes rolled as the blood flooded back to
them and the pins and needles started.  I knew how it had felt after a few
seconds.  This must be excruciating.

   She turned around and lowered herself down the bed, straddling me and
forcing my cock up her puss.  She rode me like a rodeo rider, grinding
herself into my pubic hair.  I reached up and removed the nipple pegs. 
Again the pain started as the blood flowed back.  She screamed and came
like a geyser, spraying me with her bodily fluids.  I could never hold out
like this and emptied myself into her before she slumped over, exhausted.

   It did not stop there however.  She was insatiable that night.  Within
minutes she was curled around me sucking me back to erection.

   'You have a lot of making up to do,' she said.  'If I don't get at least
four orgasms out of you tonight I will be telling the other guys that you
are a terrible lay.  So get working.'

   Under that sort of threat I had little option, and was delighted to say
I managed to get her down to lunch next day looking like the cat that had
stolen the cream.