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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 15 Cindy's Story.

   How quickly this holiday had gone.  We had been here almost a month....
and, what a month.  Those of us who had started as couples were no longer
attached, and those of us who were virgins were no longer virgins either.
Were there any regrets about losing either partners or virginity....  none.

   Generally we girls could not believe how submissive we had become, some,
particularly me, more than others.  We all loved to be told what to do and
the boys played on it.  I do not mean in any other connection than sex. 
With regard to everything else we were completely emancipated and stood up
for ourselves.  Give us the slightest whiff or testosterone or hormones and
there we were, eager to please.  There was nothing that we would not do, as
you have read for yourselves.  As we were preparing to go out, quite
regularly one of the boys would say, 'Up against the wall girls.  Skirts
up. Let us see what you are wearing tonight.' They would make us bend over
and accept a finger fucking, indeed, generally try to humiliate us in every
way.  And we loved it.

   It was obvious that some of the boys were more masterful than others,
but the good thing was that they were all prepared to take their turns at
being dominant, leaving us exposed and embarrassed.

   But enough of the philosophising, I am here to tell you about our last
night and what we girls felt was our chance to get even with them a bit.

   We had ummmed and ahhhed about what to do earlier in the week.  There
were no particular parties on at any of the so-called night-clubs and the
Eighteenies had a coach trip organised.

   I certainly was pretty broke.  It was the end of the holiday.  One of
the problems about having such a good time within our group of twelve, was
that there were not many opportunities for strange lads to buy us girls
drinks.  We really had not slept around,...  well, you know what I mean,
with outsiders.

   Eventually, Yasmin, I think it was, suggested Pedro's the restaurant
where we had had a couple of good evenings, and ones that she particularly
seemed to enjoy 'Do you think they would have us back?'

   It was decided, we would go back there.  Pete offered to negotiate and
organise the evening for us but we said he could organise the games but
that Frankie and I were going into town anyway tomorrow and we would book
it up for Friday.  We were pretty sure we could negotiate a better deal
than a boy would have done.

   The day arrived and we agreed to be ready at five thirty for a nostalgic
stroll into town and the restaurant.  We would of course make sentimental
last visits to a couple of bars that we had used fairly frequently.  We
were told to wear bra's, g-strings and stockings.  Suspenders optional. 
They knew we would not wear trousers.

   We did cruise our favourite bars for an hour or so and arrived at the
restaurant just before eight.  Even though this would normally be very
early to eat in Spain all the other tables were already seated and in some
cases were already eating.  There was a preponderance of men again but many
more girls than last time.

   'Ladies and Gentlemen,' Pete called out loud from the heart of our
table. 'I would like to introduce myself.  My name is Pete.  I am not sure
what you were sold coming here but I hope you will not be disappointed.  It
is our last night here in Spain and it is fully our intent that half of our
number, namely the girls on this table, lose a lot of their clothing.  I
hope you will enjoy what you see lads.  The management and staff here have
been very accommodating on the other two occasions that we have been here
and have probably charged you a premium for the chance to watch our girls
get their kit off.  If so, make the most of it.  We can only apologise if
sometimes the removal of clothing gets in the way of you eating your food,
but so be it.  Anyone who thinks they may not enjoy it could perhaps leave
now.  What no-one going?'

   This raised a titter and Pete said 'Well as soon as we have eaten our
starters I am going to ask the girls to circulate again and bet with you to
win your trousers.  I would like each girl to bring back two pairs of your
trousers but, to give you guys a bit of a start, we will ask them to start
in their underwear only.  I had a bit of a look before I came out and they
are all wearing bras, g-strings and stockings.  All except Cindy here and
Frankie over there, are wearing suspender belts as well.  So there is no
confusion, they will bet in this order, their bra's, their panties, their
suspender belts, if they are wearing one, and then their stockings.  If
they still don't have your trousers they will offer, in this order, one
minute of nipple kissing and pinching, two minutes of labia and clitoris
kissing and fingering, a blow job and then they will be fucked on the top
of the table.  Condoms will be supplied.'

   All of us girls looked a bit shocked, firstly that we would be starting
in out underwear and then that he was offering us as a fuck against a silly
bet.

   I remembered how we all felt leaving last time that we were dying to get
fucked but laying out as baldly as that ...  well.  Another thought was
that it took us a whole evening to get naked last time.  This time we would
be naked before nine o'clock.

   'Why don't we just start anyway.  We can eat our starters between the
bets.  Perhaps Frankie as you are nearest to the next tables, with your
back to them would like to start us off.  Just stand here in the middle
where everyone can see you and get down to your underwear before you move
off.'

   'Thank you Pete,' she murmured sarcastically.  'I guess someone had to
go first.'

   She was a happy bunny however when she returned with two pairs of
trousers for the loss of only her bra.  None of the other girls were that
lucky and without exception they all lost their bras and g-strings plus
Sara lost her suspenders.  She had to take her stockings off as they would
not stay up without being held.  Pete made her stand back in the middle to
remove them.  He was a hard taskmaster.

   I was the last to go and chose a nice looking older guy for my first set
of pants.  He would have been about fifty I guess and with a stag group on
a table none of the other girls had visited.  My guess is that he was the
father of the groom, or possibly the bride.  He had a real sparkle in his
eye and as we were rolling the dice he could not keep his eyes off my
breasts.  He won the first roll comfortably with a six to my three.

   'Can I assist you, young lady,' he said.

   'How nice to find a gentleman,' I replied.  'Yes of course, that would
be nice, thank you.  It is looking like it is going to be a long night.  I
wouldn't want to get too tired early on.'

   He laughed and reached his arms around me to loosen the catch at the
back, which he did with suspicious ease.

   I turned with my back to him to encourage him to ease the straps off my
shoulders and then lower the bra so that everyone in the room, except him,
could see me.

   'You are a tease,' he laughed, as I covered them before turning back to
face him.

   I similarly laughed and said that, 'while that may be true, unless you
are prepared to shake for me I am going to have to remove my hands to shake
the next dice.'

   'As a gentleman,' he said, 'and an older gentleman at that, I would
happily help, were it not for the fact that I got so tired removing your
bra I am not sure that I could lift both dice.'

   I laughed and used both hands to pick up the two dice and present him
with one of them.

   'There,' I said.  'Do you think you could manage just one perhaps,
without getting too tired?'

   'I think so,' he said.  'Oh look another six.'

   I did look and sure enough he had thrown another.  My four, while
getting better, cut no ice.

   'Go Dad,' called this guy the other side of the table.  I had already
penned him as the potential Groom.

   I turned to the table.  'I really don't want to tire this old
gentleman.' I said.  'Is there anyone here who would .....'

   I got no further before he interrupted me to say.

   'Anyone who offers to help her answers to me outside.'

   And then 'Oh look, no volunteers.  I will just have to take another
Viagra and do it myself.  Come here wench.'

   'Ohhhh a man of action, in that case....'

   And I rubbed my pantie covered crotch in his face as he leaned forward
to help me remove them.  He had a really nice way about him the way he
stroked the strings down over my buttocks, before using one hand to free
the front where it had stuck between my labia.  He managed to give me a
'gentlemanly grope,' if there is such a thing.  He was certainly making me
hot now.

   'Well two nil so far, let's keep going.  You heard Pete.  You know what
the ultimate prize is.  Can you throw seven sixes.  I'll tell you what, I
will throw for both stockings in a job lot.'

   He laughed.  'Not only a tease but a cheat as well.  Everyone else
automatically threw them both in.'

   'Well I might have done if you had smiled at me, and taken that extra
Viagra,'

   'I am beginning to think I won't need that Viagra.  Okay smartie you can
throw first this time,' he said.

   I did and improved again to a five.  '

   Oh making it difficult for him.  Yesss, he got another five.

   'Would you like to throw again.'

   I gave him a long hard look, dropping my eyes when I knew he was
watching me down to his crotch.

   'You are a lot harder than I thought.' 'To beat at dice that is, and by
the way, I think you are right about the Viagra.'

   I threw a four, surely this time?

   'Six again,'

   'Pete,' he called over to our table.  'I hope I am not delaying your
dinner or anything with young Cindy here.  If you just want to go on
without her I will send her back when I am done with her.'

   This caused a huge laugh through the room.

   'No carry on,' said Pete.  'Don't forget four more wins and we have to
clear the table for you anyway.  I'll tell you what five more wins and I
will send her airline ticket to your hotel room.

   Again a huge laugh and my stomach lurched a little.  I wondered whether
he would.

   'Just so long as you don't send any clothes over with it,' I growled
draping my left leg over his shoulder so that he could start to remove the
stocking.  This put my puss within licking distance, as I found out.  Oh
really!

   He did make a start on the stocking though.  The next leg, similarly
placed must have been even a little closer.  I don't know how he managed it
but he seemed to jump a couple of dice rolls and gave my labia a real good
licking as he started to remove the right stocking.

   I was disappointed when he rolled a three and I rolled a four.

   If I was disappointed he was gutted.  He had thought he was on a roll.

   I stroked his cock as it strained to release itself from his chinos.  I
released the two buttons and pulled down the zip.  I made a meal out of
rummaging around before pulling them down to the floor.  This man did not
need Viagra.  I kicked the chinos a few feet away before picking them up. I
had of course to turn and bend, stiff from the waist giving him a view of
paradise.  Or at least my paradise.  I stayed there just long enough for
him to begin to get embarrassed.  I could see it in his eyes.

   He stood to kiss me goodbye and a thank you, on the cheek.  As I said he
was a gentleman.  I of course managed to redirect his lips towards my mouth
and then forgot to close it.  Oh tart!

   I could taste myself on his tongue.  He really had got between my lips.

   Read into that what you like.

   I moved on to his son on the other side of the table desperate for him
not to beat the father by getting to touch my tits.  About the only thing
his father hadn't touched mind you.

   I was in luck with a four against his two but tried to look desolate.

   I undid his waistband and pulled his shorts to the ground.  I rolled my
hand over his cock, just for comparison sake of course.  He probably
thought I fancied him.

   It certainly seemed that most of the boys' thought that I fancied them
as I dodged groping hands from all around the table.  I slapped them down
to moans of disappointment.

   My last thought before going back to my own table was that if it was me
going to be the bride then I would be looking for his father on the wedding
night.

   I was really horny when I eventually got back.  I even surreptitiously
went through his pockets in case there was a name and address or telephone
number in them.

   When I got back to the table Sarah was quick to grab the dice and the
attention.  She is a bit keen, I thought, but laughed as I heard what
followed.

   She stood up and said, 'Ok you guys are all enjoying yourselves.  Would
the ladies like to have a look at a little prime beef-cake?  Well, these
boys anyway.'

   The room laughed, and the few girls there were sat looking around. 
'Stand up,' said Sarah, 'if you want to play.  Don't worry we will make
sure you have a better chance of winning than the boys.'

   There was another cry of encouragement from all the guys in the room,
possibly with the exception of those that had girl-friends in tow.

   The girls looked around and with a little encouragement they all
eventually stood up, led, I noticed, by the slightly older lady in red who
had been fairly quick to jump to her feet.

   'Ok, here are the rules.  Ladies they want your panties.  One pair each,
there are just enough of you.  That way you can still keep your outer
clothes on.' Sarah recognised that they would not all want to go as far as
we had.  This would be titillating but still fairly discreet.

   'Luther you go first.'

   I knew she had chosen Luther because what girl in her right mind was
going to refuse that great, black, hunky body.

   'Here is the bet.  They may be betting their panties but you only have
two items each to bet with.  Your first throw is for all your outer
clothing, throw two is for your boxers.  Oh and you can only win with a
four, five or six.  May the best man lose.'

   Luther strolled around the floor and chose a tall, blond girl who looked
really good next to him.  She was very nervous though.  She had been just
about the last to stand up.

   Her four matched his.  No Bet.  Her two brought a cry of despair to her
lips.  Luther grinned and dropped the dice.  I noticed he did not roll it
but dropped it from a very low height.  It was a one.  He was cheating of
course, but whether he was doing it to make her feel better or to give him
the opportunity to show off his muscles I don't know.  He stripped off all
bar his tight, soft cotton slip and gave her a personal lap dance, gyrating
his softly wrapped genitalia before her eyes.  I knew from personal
experience that his cock was only tumescent, but it was still obviously a
decent size.  They picked up the dice again and this time she threw a four.
I will never know whether he tried to lose again because his dice dropped
on a corner and rolled off the table.

   'Six,' cried the guys nearest it and everyone looked at the blonde girl
who discreetly put her hands under her skirt, sat down and lowered to the
floor a pretty pink g-string.  I noticed she did not seem to object to
Luther stroking her legs as he picked the panties up, nor the kiss that he
gave her as he went back to his seat.  I did notice that his cock was
getting bigger though.

   Pete and Josh followed, quickly losing everything but their boxers and
returning with their trophies before Chris took the floor.  He selected a
mousy, little, dark haired girl, who, like the blonde, had been slow to
stand.  He also lost his first throw, strange how they all seemed to?, but
if he was cheating he got it wrong and also lost the second as well.  A
frisson of excitement, well a squeal anyway, emanated from all the girls.

   He stood up close to her, seated on her chair, and slowly pulled the
boxers down over his dick.  The sexual excitement in the room guaranteed
that there was not a soft one in the house and Chris was no exception. 
There was nothing subtle about it.  It was hard and in her face.  She did
not look away.  She also did not look at his face.

   'Your next throw is to play with it,' he breathed.  She duly threw a
four but lost to Chris's five.  Then the fun began.  I had not, before
then, realised that she had trousers on under a strappy top..  She must
have been a bit shocked after standing up to hear she was betting with her
panties.

   The tables around started to give her a slow hand-clap and poor Chris
even looked a little embarrassed for her.  She pulled off her trousers to
reveal white cotton knickers and what looked like a lovely bum.  Chris
whispered in her ear and she turned around to face the wall before he
lowered her panties to the floor to huge applause.  She quickly pulled her
trousers on, still facing the wall and sat down, beetroot red, everywhere.
I found out later that Chris had suggested that she turn away to save her
blushes and also complimented her on her lovely bottom.

   Jon was next up and approached the 'Lady in Red' as I thought of her. 
She was up for it and stood, to stand side by side rubbing hips I noticed.
She was therefore bitterly disappointed to lose with her first throw before
gamely lowering a matching red g-string to the floor and placing it over
Jon's head.  Knowing Jon and his love of the smell of panties, that would
have given him a stonking erection if he did not have one already.  She
would never find out what she had so nearly discovered.

   Simon was the last up and he like Pete and Josh was quickly back after
claiming the remaining girl's pair of black lace, french knickers.  They
were pretty, I really liked them and so did Simon.  I noticed they never
got near the pile of discarded clothes but that he kept hold of them, every
so often waving them nearer and nearer to his nose.

   Sarah was quick to the draw yet again.

   'Ladies,' she began, 'Without wishing to intimidate any of the other
well endowed men here tonight, I am afraid that you have missed out on a
bit of a treat.' Poor Jon started to go red with embarrassment.

   'Here is poor Jon, with all of his clothes on.  Such a shame.  I
wondered whether any of you would perhaps care to join him in a more even
bet.  One item from you against one item from him.  I do happen to know
that he is only wearing three items, shirt, trousers and boxers.  He will
stop when you get his boxers and not before.  Is that fair.'

   My 'Lady in Red' was the only one to climb to her feet.

   The room went wild.  Jon now really embarrassed picked up the dice and
wandered over to her table with cries of 'Be Lucky' ringing in his ears. 
He knew that for him it was only a matter of time, but could he drag
someone under with him?'

   Some bravado had returned to him as he was heard to say to the Lady 'Are
you sure.  I feel lucky.'

   'Just throw,' she laughed.  'I want to see whether that bragging up
there was true.'

   She lost, her one to his four and gamely peeled off her jacket to reveal
unsurprisingly a red bra.  She was obviously fully kitted out in a matching
set of underwear to complement her suit.  Really nice.  I also suspected
she had stockings and maybe a suspender belt under her skirt.  Tights would
not have been her style.

   'Do you want to carry on,' he asked.  I thought that was fair.  He could
have just thrown again and embarrassed her into continuing.

   'Shake those bones young man,' she continues.  I wondered whose bones
she was intending to shake later.  She won his shirt, which was probably a
huge disappointment.  He was no Luther.

   Again they threw and again she lost.  We held our breath.  It had to be
her bra because we knew she had no panties on, so would surely not offer
her skirt.  Sure enough off it came to cheers from the assembled room.  She
still had a stunning body.  I noticed the tits were hardly drooping at all.
They just looked comfortable.  Jon obviously thought so as well.

   'I told you I was feeling lucky,' he said.  'Do you still want to carry
on.  I'll tell you what, you can decide after I have thrown.  That way if I
have a high number you can get to keep your skirt.'

   She thanked him with a kiss on the cheek.  I think she might have well
played anyway.  He threw a four, just high enough to win if she threw a one
two or three.  What would she do?  She did not disappoint us.  She picked
up the dice and threw a ....two.

   The room went silent for a moment after one of the guys on her table
shouted the number out.

   I was right she slowly unbuttoned her skirt and lowered it to the floor.
Her neatly trimmed muff pointed down to the beginnings of her crease and
the first sign of some fairly meaty lips.  The whole picture was framed by
the stockings and the red suspenders and belt.  The whole room started
whistling and cheering as she sat down beaten.  Jon leant over to kiss her,
a kiss for the vanquished I guess, and took the opportunity to accidentally
run the back of his hand over a nipple.  Bad boy.  As he started to walk
back to the table still almost fully clothed, the girl in the trousers who
had lost her panties earlier stood up and said, 'Where do you think you are
going?  Bring those dice over here.'

   Jon happily walked over and said 'Are you sure.  I am on fire tonight.'

   'So am I.' Said the girl.  'Get your clothes off.' This repartee broke
the tension and everyone waited for the dice to be rolled.

   Her five beat Jon's one and at last the girls got to see a hint of what
they were after.  His boxers ballooned as he slipped down his trousers.

   She lost the next throw and off came her strappy top, and then the next
one again and off came her bra.  She had a nice but small figure but with
tan marks so I guess she did not take her top off on the beach.  This was
brave of her.  Now she faced the same problem as the previous girl.  Was
she prepared to bare all.

   This time Jon did not offer her the easy way out.  He just waited slowly
tossing his dice in his hand.

   'I'll tell you what' he said.  'I am taking mine off at some stage
anyway.

   You roll one dice and four, five and six you win and I take my boxers
off.  Two and three we both take them off.  A one and you take them off
alone and I move on to the next unlucky girl.' She accepted and rolled the
dice for a two to cheers from the room.  This throw seemed to please
everyone, with the possible exception of the girl who had thrown the dice.
She was looking a little haunted but gamely started unbuttoning her
trousers as Jon slipped his hand under his waistband.  She stopped
unbuttoning just before they dropped and, almost as if she could wait no
longer, she grabbed his boxers and pulled them over his erect cock and down
to his knees.  The girls in the room sat open-mouthed at the cock that we
had enjoyed so much for the last month.  I noticed that a lot of the guys
looked a little embarrassed and tried to hide their erections.  There was
unlikely to be anybody to match it.

   Jon now revelled in it and as a finale lifted the young girl to stand on
her seat before himself unbuttoning the final button of her trousers and
sliding them down.  She buried her head in her hands as we all got this
wonderful view of her mousy-brown muff nestling in the white vee that her
bikini would normally cover.  Again Jon somehow managed to hold her ass
cheeks while lifting her down from the chair and kissing her before
returning to his seat.

   We were not left long wondering what Pete had in mind for a little after
dinner action.  The guys on the other tables, without exception, had shed
their trousers and in most cases their shirts.  They were after blood, or
at least female secretions.

   Frankie was the only girl left wearing anything apart from stockings and
suspenders, and that little g-string hardly covered that much anyway.  She
was logically the first to be called and given the dice.

   'This time get me two pairs of boxers.' demanded Pete.  'Oh and come
back here a moment.' He turned her round and slipped a pair of handcuffs
onto her wrists holding her hands behind her back.

   'Oh no,' she exclaimed, but steadfastly headed for a good-looking guy.
He took one of the dice from her clenched fist and threw a five, she
dropped her's on the table for a four.

   She stood up close for him to claim his prize.  He insinuated his
fingers into the crotch of the string and tentatively pulled it.  It did
not move down.  The elastic just stretched a little.  He was obviously
going to draw this out.  He then picked up the side strings and quite
sharply jerked the string up into her crotch.  She grunted and then
wriggled in what looked like ecstasy as he peeled it down her legs, the
crotch string pulling slowly out from between her lips at the last moment
before falling to the floor.

   She won the next throw but had to bend in front of him, offering
everyone around a glorious view of her crack as she slipped the boxers off
with her teeth.  His rampant cock sprang back to hit her on the face.

   She lost the next throw and was lifted bodily and sat on the edge of the
table facing her choice of lads.  He pushed her to her back drew her knees
around his neck and buried his face in her pussy.  I remember thinking to
myself 'Who lost that throw?  He can do that to me any time he likes.'

   He stopped before she went over the edge, and this time she won his
boxers, which again, she removed with her teeth.  She was also kind enough
to take him briefly in her mouth and slowly lick and suck his cock for a
few moments, I guess as a thank you, before returning to the table.

   Yasmin was called next, handcuffed but was not immediately given the
dice.

   Pete pushed her legs apart and slid one dice up her slippery little
puss, the other he dipped in a pat of butter and slid up her back passage.

   'Nooo,' she wailed.

   'I guess you will have to squat on the table to encourage a fair throw.
The front one is the guys, the back one is yours.  Let him know if you need
help expelling them.'

   Yasmin hesitatingly chose a lad who stood up and allowed her carefully
to climb from his chair onto the table.

   'If I win the first throw, I would like my cock sucked when I eventually
lose.  Please pretty please,' he said ever so nicely.  Yasmin nodded with
gritted teeth as she squatted in front of him trying not to lose control of
both orifices at the same time.  Almost by wriggling her body she dislodged
the front one, but scored a five for the lad facing her.  He laughed as she
also scored a five and he replaced both the dice.  This time she lost, and
again he replaced the dice.  She won this time and getting down from her
squatting position on the table removed his boxers with her teeth and
settled her mouth around his cock.  She enthusiastically sucked and even
from here you could see that he was quickly going to come.  He held the
back of her head.  With her hands bound she was completely helpless and had
to accept that he was going to come in her mouth.  After the first couple
of spurts he pushed her head back and dribbled the remainder over her tits.

   Gamely she turned to the next guy who picked up the dice, greased them
both in butter and helped her onto the table before taking his time easing
them both into her sticky holes.  Again she lost the first throw.

   She sat there waiting for the guy to replace the dice expecting him to
want another blow job.  But no.  He picked up a pint glass and pushed it
underneath her as she squatted on the table.

   'I want to see you pee in this,' he said.  Yasmin paled, but later
admitted that luckily she had wanted to go earlier and been frightened to
ask Pete if she could go.  She knew what awaited her.

   She closed her eyes and tried to shut off the noise of the room.  That
may or may not have been helped by the room going quiet as everyone was
fascinated to see if she would do it.  She could and did, managing to half
fill the glass eventually after a couple of trickly false starts.

   The lad stood up and pissed into another one, almost filling it this
time and putting it alongside hers.

   'If you lose this time,' he said.  'You have to drink it.' Now Yasmin
really did go pale.  He, not so carefully, stuffed the dice back up her
puss and arse and waited.  She almost cried with relief as her arse shook a
six before expelling the dice from her puss for a four.  She climbed down
from the table and removed his boxers before creeping back to her seat to
massed applause.  She was pleased to see the waiter remove both offending
glasses.

   Sarah was next called and was noticeably shocked to be fitted with a
helmet that buckled under her chin and covered her eyes in front.  It was
fitted with a small padlock at the side of her face that was locked with a
key.  Handcuffs were then fitted, with her hands behind her back and again
locked with a small key.  Pete sat her down and went off to talk to some
guys on the floor.  He asked the waiters to bring out another big table
which they placed in the middle of the room.

   This was not going to be fun for Sarah.  I knew that she could be a bit
snooty and Pete was talking to a couple of big fat guys.  What was he up
to?

   The two guys obviously agreed to whatever Pete had in mind because one
of them stepped forward, removed his boxers and lay, legs akimbo, flat on
the table, his erection pointing at his chin.

   He came back to the table and led Sarah down the room.

   'There is a guy lying on the table in front of you,' he said.  'I have
hidden one of the keys somewhere on his body.  When you have found it we
will unlock whatever it fits.  Then you can look for the other one.

   Blindfolded and tethered he led her to a chair standing immediately
behind the guys head.

   You could hear whispers all around, 'I'll bet it's hidden in his mouth.'

   'No.  I'll bet it's up his arse.'

   I cringed for her and remembered how the big guy had slobbered over me.
This one on the table was almost as bad and the other one was yet to come.

   She felt around in front of her with her head and obviously felt his
balding head beneath her lips.' She shuddered.

   Pete helped her to climb onto the chair and slither forward half on to
the table.  She probed behind his ears with her lips and tongue.  Even
checking around the back of his neck.  With her head resting on his she
wormed her tongue into his mouth.  I was so sticky at this stage that I
nearly masturbated on the spot.  I knew Pete would not let me.  This was so
gross I just wanted to come and come.

   She found nothing and moved on wriggling her body down his chest.  He
started to play with himself, gently masturbating as she wriggled
unseeingly down him.  She licked under his arms, and, as she did so her
tits came in contact with his mouth.  He bit and nibbled at one of the
nipples.  She had no idea how wide the table was and therefore had to stick
to lying on his body, leaning from time to time over his chest to lick away
at his flesh on the sides.  She wriggled further down before coming into
contact with his cock as it poked her on the top of the head.  She wriggled
forward and was unable to stop herself taking it in her mouth.  She was
obviously pretty worked up and game for anything.  As she investigated
around his cock and under his sac, in case it was taped there, his hands
came into contact with the tops of her thighs.  He roughly pulled her pussy
over his mouth, holding her in that position as he chewed on her lips.  You
could hear him now slobbering away, and at last I could see Sarah coming.
She came like a train, soaking his face and writhing on his mouth.  He
raised his knees and her lips sought out his arse-hole.  She had obviously
heard the whispers and also felt that that was the sort of thing that Pete
might do.  Her tongue squeezed into his brown knotted orifice.  You could
see her shake her head in disgust as she found nothing there.  He lowered
his legs back to the table and she continued to wriggle down his body, his
cock sandwiched between them.  From the pummelling he had given it earlier
I knew that with this sort of titillation it was not going to be long
before he came.  Sure enough as her pussy lips came into contact with his
cock and, coincidentally her lips came across the key between his toes, he
came, spurting between them.

   Pete lifted her off and tried the key in the padlock on her handcuffs.
It did not fit, so he unlocked her mask.

   Now Sarah could see the enormity of what she had suffered.  And she had
more to come.  The fat guy was replaced on the table by an even fatter guy.
Poor Sarah.

   She took a deep breath and nudged his toes with her lips.  Not so easy
twice.  Pete led her round to the head of the table again and helped her up
to begin her journey over this guys body.  Now she could see.  In some ways
this was easier, but in other ways worse.  She could see what she was
crawling over.  She kissed him to investigate his mouth.  Empty, well apart
from a very active tongue.  He lifted his hands so that he could play with
her tits, They were being really mauled but at least now she could wriggle
and see into his arm-pits.  Nothing.  He pulled her along his body and she
checked out under his double chins.  Greasy, but no key.

   He knew she had to make the journey down his body.  She knew that
although she could see that it was not taped to his cock that she had to
take it in her mouth.  I knew how she felt.  There was no degradation worse
than this.  They were sixty-nineing.  He was lapping at her crack and
slobbering.  She wriggled further down, her tits around his cock and just
like the last guy he spurted between them, still sucking and licking at her
quim.

   She found the key and sure enough.  She should have guessed, it was half
sticking out of his arse.  She gripped it between her lips and pulled.  It
eased its way out, as did a big fart, which was met by a cry of 'Get me off
here' to Pete.

   He took the key, undid the cuffs and freed her arms.  He started to lift
her off.  The fat guy meantime was still licking and slurping, holding on
to the cheeks of her bum like a security blanket.

   'Wait' she said.  She closed her eyes, concentrated and started to pee.
We all burst into applause.  We could see what a filthy slob the guy was
and this was pay back time.

   He was obviously shocked, but did it stop him.  No.  He just buried his
face further, lapping and drinking.  We almost looked the other way but it
was fascinating in the way that a cobra tries to fascinate a mongoose.  We
could not look away.

   Pete led a shivering Sarah back to her seat.

   Hannah and I were left.  We looked at each other.  Oh no.  What could be
next.

   Hannah got the nod before me.  That made me even more worried.

   Pete escorted Hannah down to the middle of the floor and sat her on a
seat.  He then proceeded to rub two or three pats of butter into her
breasts.

   'I would like each table to select one volunteer to come forward please.
Perhaps we could start with this table here.' The guys talked amongst
themselves and one of their number stepped forward.

   Pete held Hannah's breasts in both hands and said 'Here put your cock in
between these magnificent tits and see what happens next.'

   The guy dropped his shorts and eased his cock between her tits.

   'Hold them up for him please Hannah.'

   She held them up and pressed them together as he straddled her knees and
rubbed his length between them.  The friction was soon going to make him
come.  With the butter lubricating the passage it would have felt not
unlike her vagina.  He had been at it no longer than a minute or two before
he spurted all over her face and hair.

   This was just the start as a queue formed, a succession of lads who each
duly straddled her, and relieved themselves by wanking between her tits.

   Her face and hair and breasts were soon covered in dripping spunk.

   What a sight she made.  You could see that some of the boys who had not
been chosen had decided that they could stand no more and pulled themselves
off anyway.  Indeed one lad who had done just that, actually stood up as
the last boy was finishing and just shot all over her legs.  He did have
the grace to apologise.

   Hannah was eventually allowed to stand up and disappear off to the
bathroom to wash up before returning to the table.

   I felt sorry for her because this had not only been demeaning but also
that she was never going to get an orgasm like that.

   She later said that she had got quite a buzz from the feeling of power
she had over the boys.  She used to be embarrassed about the size of her
tits and here were the guys revelling in them.

   I guess I was last again.  I waited to hear what I had to do.

   Pete stood up.

   'Gentlemen, Oh and Ladies' he said.  'I was not too sure what to do with
our Cindy but she has rather suggested her role to me herself.' I looked
puzzled.

   'Did I not see her slap away a couple of hands earlier.  Was there
anybody here who got hurt in that cruel way.'

   A few hands went up.  'Yes she slapped my hand.' 'Yes she elbowed me
away.'

   'As I thought.  Cindy, stand up to be punished.  As ye sew, so shall you
reap.'

   My heart leaped.  He was going to beat me before all these people.  I
just knew that I was going to come.  I started to salivate, through both
sets of lips.  I tried to protest.

   'No Pete.  Not that.  Please.'

   'If I thought that you meant it, I would stop,' said Pete.  'If you do
not want to do it walk into the kitchen now.' He knew me too well.  I was
getting hot for this.  I sat there at my place and just nodded my head.

   'Two chairs, seat to seat,' he said.

   The chairs were set.  The backs were low enough for me to bend over the
first one and hold on to the back of the other one.  He kicked my feet
apart.  And again further.  I was soaking wet.  I knew, I could feel myself
dripping and I am sure I could even smell my arousal.

   'Form a queue.  One table at a time.'

   I realised that everyone was going to get the chance to slap my bottom.
That was thirty or more.

   They started.  Some were more like taps, others a grope.  More and more
however they were standing back and slapping me really hard.  I started to
anticipate each slap.  I could feel myself pushing my bottom towards the
next hand.  I was wriggling and I could feel my bottom colouring.

   The ones who were groping me obviously thought that they were turning me
on, but in truth it was the smacks that were doing so.

   I could hear myself shouting 'Harder.'

   Suddenly I was conscious of the next person taking up a different
position.  I assumed it was just a left-hander, but realised it was the
girl who had been wearing the red suit, now magnificently naked bar
stockings and suspenders.

   'You are really enjoying this,' she acknowledged.  I could hardly
disagree, she had wiped her hand along my lips and felt the arousal
flowing.

   'Catch this.' She slapped me hard first on the left breast and then the
right.  I howled and wriggled, but after that all the girls slapped my
breasts until they too were sore.

   Eventually the queue ceased and I stood, my bottom crimson and my cheeks
flushed with desire.  I needed to be finished off.  I desperately wanted
some peace and quiet to ram my fingers up my pussy.

   Pete said quietly to me.  'I want to try something else.  This may hurt.
Shout the red word if you want me to stop.'

   This was worrying but I was so close to coming I craved pain.

   He lay me down on a table on my back.  I started to put my hands up my
sopping cunt, but he slapped them away.  I looked to see that he was
holding a lit candle that he had taken from the mantelpiece.

   He held it a foot or so above my body and tilted it to allow a small
drip to hit me on the chest above my tits.

   I gasped.  ' Noooo.' But I knew what I had to say to stop.  That one
drop was not too bad.  A couple more would be ok.

   He trailed it down between my breasts, dribbling hot wax as it moved
lower.  He moved to the side and I held my breath expecting my nipple to
bear the brunt.  But no.  He circled my breast about an inch or two from
the nipple.  It was getting hotter.  He was getting lower.  He stopped and
waited to collect a spoonful or more before dropping it.

   I screamed as it hit my nipple full on.  And lower still.  I could feel
the wax cooling and stiffening around my erect nipples, holding them in
that position.  I wanted to rub them and masturbate but could not move my
hands where I gripped the sides of the table.

   I knew where it was going next and waited with baited breath again while
he first circled the nipple and then dumped on it.

   He circled my belly button, but I was delighted to say did not drop any
in there.  Even in that state, my wracked body knew I would have difficulty
getting it out.

   I felt the drops moving lower from my belly button.  I felt hands
pulling my legs apart.  This was the first time I had remembered that I had
an audience, and I was shocked to see them crowding around, standing on
chairs and tables.  They were silent.

   The wax dripped onto my pudendum and I jumped.  Red came to my mind, but
stayed there.

   He decorated my outer lips.  He must have been lower again.  it was
hurting like hell.  There was a long pause as he gathered liquid at the
base of the flame.

   I screamed again as it hit the middle of my lush inner lips.  They were
so wet I could practically hear the sizzle.

   'Last drops coming up.' Said Pete.  'Just your little clit.' I felt a
finger easing it out from under its hood.  It stood hard like a little
cock.

   I realised it was the woman in red who was standing beside me easing it
out.

   'Red.' I shouted and Pete raised the candle and lifted it away.  I was
so grateful I could have cried.  I was desperately close to orgasm, but
that was going to be too much.

   I felt the woman's lips on mine.  Her tongue flickered around my teeth
and tickled my tongue.  I gave myself up to her.  I fought to get my tongue
in her mouth.

   'Say green,' she whispered.  'It will only hurt for a moment.'

   I gasped.  It wasn't over.  She played with my clit and my body jerked.
She stopped, teasing me, so I begged her not to stop.'

   'Say green.  Take the wax.'

   'I can't, no I can't.  Please don't make me.'

   'Hush dear,' she said.  'No-one will make you do anything.  Just say
green and it will be all over.  Until you've tried it....'

   'No.  No nooooo, Green.  Green.' I cried.

   Pete had not gone away.  I guess the candle had been collecting liquid
wax all this time.  'Are you sure,' he said.  God bless him.

   'Yes.  Yes.  Green.  Green.  Hit me with the wax'.

   He did and I screamed and orgasmed in one movement.  I bucked and jerked
and rubbed my labia with both hands, forcing three or four fingers up my
cunt.  I was out of control and the girl in red was still tickling my clit.

   When I came back to earth Pete lifted me down from the table and Yasmin
and Frankie half carried me to the kitchen.  The girls gathered around me.

   'I'm okay,' I said.  Give me a few minutes and a drink.  They brought me
a bottle of cold bubbly.

   Sarah bustled off apparently in a mood.

   I could hear her from the kitchen shouting 'That's it.  Party's over.'
To the room as a whole and to Pete a direct 'How could you do that to
Cindy, you bastard.'

   She appeared back in the kitchen with an armful of our clothing, which
we hurriedly and shamefacedly put back on.

   'I'll never talk to him again,' she started.

   'Hang on Sarah.  It was okay.' I chickened out of telling her that it
was wonderful and that I had never come so hard or so fast.

   She was not to be crossed and after dressing we trooped out of the
kitchen door leaving the boys to say good-bye to the waiters.  We were
silent as we started to walk home before luckily grabbing an empty taxi.

   On arriving home we sat around the lounge waiting for the boys to
return. We pulled out the last few bottles of wine and sat, almost
silently, each with our own thoughts.

   I had to come clean.

   'Sarah, it really wasn't that bad.  Oh listen, who am I kidding it was
fantastic.'

   The girls looked at me with their mouths open.

   'Well of course it stung a bit.  Especially when he brought it down low,
but I would let him do it again tomorrow if I could.  Not today.  I am not
sure I want to come like that again.  So soon anyway.'

   Sarah was not easily mollified.  'Well he must be sick to think of
something like that.  How would he like us to do it to him.'

   It went quiet again and more wine was drunk.

   'Well,' said Yasmin.  'We could ask him if we can do it to him.  Or even
embarrass him into having to agree if we come on all hurt.'

   'We haven't got any candles,' I said.  'Otherwise, I think it's a
brilliant idea.'

   'Well,' said Yasmin again.  'I collected half a dozen candles from the
restaurant on the way out.  In case we had a power failure on our last
night.  Or maybe just in case, of course, that we wanted to get our own
back.  And well, maybe you could try it on me.  Perhaps just my tummy.  Not
down there or my breasts or anything.'

   We looked at her in amazement, speechless.

   She perhaps felt that she needed to keep talking.

   'Well, you see, I don't think I have ever been so turned on just
watching before.  I nearly came when you did.'

   We fell about laughing.  Even Sarah.

   She had the grace to admit that she had also been very turned on, but
what with the screaming and everything she thought Pete had been a little
sod.

   'Don't forget, I always had my escape word Red.  And in case you didn't
hear it, I used it, before he hit my clit and he pulled straight back.  If
it had not been for that woman in red I would never have agreed and what an
orgasm I would have missed then.  Anyway I am not burnt anywhere.'

   They insisted on seeing for themselves.  It was true.  There were
patches of wax still and it was bright red in parts.  Like my bottom after
a spanking.  It really was quite satisfactory.

   The boys came in soon after.  They had obviously stopped for a quick
beer on the way home and had bought a few bottles of bubbly back from the
restaurant.

   They were quiet and shamefaced.

   Sarah started in on them as we had planned.

   She concluded with, 'There is only one way we are going to forgive you
and talk to you again.  If Pete takes it like a man.  Cindy here has a
candle.'

   Pete looked a little shocked, but what could he say.

   He stripped off his clothes, took a long drag of bubbly and lay on the
table where I had indicated.

   To show him there were going to be no hard feelings, I gave him a big
tonguey kiss and started to massage his dick.  I wanted him to come like I
did.  He needed to be turned on.

   'The panic word is Red,' I whispered in his ear.

   He kissed me back more readily and started to play with my tits now only
covered in a t-shirt.  I poured a drop or two of bubbly over his chest and
licked it off, following this up with some in his navel and then over his
cock.  He was rampant and ready.

   I held the candle quite high so the first drop would almost have
hardened before it hit.  His face was a picture.  This was not as bad as he
had thought.  I continued to drop it from a height as the wax surrounded
his nipples.  I pinched them both to make them a little more sensitive and
lowered the candle to about a foot.

   This time he jumped and groaned, partly in pain partly in desire.  I
think.  I didn't care.  He hadn't said red.  I gave the job of wanking him
to Frankie, so that I could concentrate on the wax flow.

   'Don't let him come,' I hissed at her.

   As he had done to me, I moved down his body, but took some delight in
dropping a big dollop right in his belly button.  Let him try getting that
out in a hurry.

   I had kept the candle fairly high.  It was never that painful that he
would want to panic.

   I dripped around the top of his thighs and into his pubic hair.

   I held up his balls and managed to place a few drops on his perineum,
where it would solidify before it reached his bum.  How would it go on his
balls I wondered.  Only one way to find out.  He jumped but said nothing.
He was very close to coming.

   I gestured to Frankie to stand back and Pete made a grab for his cock
himself.  We hauled his hands back as I waited to allow a large drip to
form.

   I lowered the candle to about six or eight inches and poured a
tablespoon full of hot wax onto the underside of his cock.  Before we could
release his hands he had spurted come all over his face and chest.

   His hands scrabbled to tear of the hardening wax and rub himself to a
finish.  A big grin spread across his face as he said 'Hey guys, that
wasn't too bad.  Who's next.'

   Josh was quick to say,' Well I would be happy to be the next boy to go,
but look there is only half an inch of candle left.  Maybe just enough for
a quick drop or two onto one of the girls.'

   We looked at Yasmin who piped up, 'Okay Josh I will go next, as there is
only half an inch left, but look.' From behind her back she produced
another six candles and Josh paled.

   I had no interest in watching again and took Pete off quietly to one of
the bedrooms for the four or five hours we had left before we had to start
packing.  I understand that they split up into pairs, waxed each other and,
as we had done, disappeared off for a more gentle form of loving to round
off an amazing holiday.

   Chapter 16

   Frankie here.  Just signing off our little story.

   What can I tell you?  That we all had sex on the bus on the way to the
airport.  No.

   That we all had sex in the toilets waiting for the bus.  No.  I wouldn't
lie to you.

   That we all joined the mile high club.  Not even that.

   We quietly travelled back to Manchester airport, no sign of the hi-jinks
that we had been up to only a few hours earlier.

   Yasmin called us together at one side as we waited for the bags.

   'Can we say goodbye now, in here?' she said.  'My parents are picking
Hannah and I up from the airport, so I don't want to be kissing you all in
there I am afraid.  I will be locked in my room for ever.  And it is only a
few weeks back to the start of term again.  We will see each other next
year won't we.'

   She was close to tears.

   Cries of, 'Of course.' 'You bet.' 'Try stopping me.' were all we needed
to bring about the group hug.

   'Look,' said Josh, 'perhaps we could start a club next term.  I mean I
don't suppose we could get student union funds for it, but with twelve
founding members maybe we could stretch our wings a little.  Anyway, it is
worth thinking about it.  We will meet up the Wednesday after Freshers Week
in the Five Bells.  See you all there.'

   I left with a gratifying moistness between the legs.

   I hope you enjoyed our holiday as much as we did.
   Frankie.