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 �>�Traceys Last Day by Flyboy

    -�Tracey Smith!  One more interruption from you, and you -(TM)re going
to the headmaster -(TM)s office, -� Mrs.  Winston yelled.

   It was the third time that the teacher had reprimanded her in the first
five minutes of class, and Tracey knew that the threat was serious this
time.  Regretfully, she turned herself from her conversation with Emily,
seated behind her, and faced the front.

   She and the Emily weren -(TM)t great friends.  In fact, Tracey thought
the other girl to be perfectly odious.  With this being their last day of
school though, she couldn -(TM)t resist telling her classmate that her
daddy was buying her a new car and sending her on a summer tour of Europe
as a reward for graduating with such high marks.  Emily wasn -(TM)t nearly
as pretty or shapely as herself (in fact, Tracey thought she was a fat
Plain-Jane) and she wasn -(TM)t nearly as privileged, either.

   Still, it wouldn -(TM)t do to get in trouble on her very last day,
especially on her first class of the day, and risk her father getting
angry, so she sat still and paid attention to the lecture.

   It was tradition at the ABC Academy for the graduating sixth form
students to be given instruction on human sexuality on their last two days
so that they will be fully prepared for life outside the safety of the
chaperoned school dorms.  Tracey supposed that this was necessary for most
of her sixteen year old classmates, but, as a young woman of newly eighteen
years, she felt that she didn -(TM)t need it.

   She had her sex life all planned out.  She -(TM)d open her legs for her
husband on their wedding night.  Beyond that, he -(TM)d only get to sleep
with her if she decided that she wanted children, which wasn -(TM)t likely.

   Given her calculations for her future, she found the subject to be less
than worthwhile.  Besides, yesterday -(TM)s pictorial demonstrating male
erections and ejaculation had been quite embarrassing.

   Mrs.  Winston was just about to project her presentation on female
reproduction onto the big screen in the front of the class when there was a
knock on the door.

    -�Pardon me for interrupting, Mrs.  Winston.  An errant cricket ball
reached the car park, and I -(TM)m afraid that your automobile has been
damaged, -� the young student said.

    -�Oh dear, -� she said.   -�Class, I must see to this situation. -�

   She turned to her pet student.

    -�John, please take over today -(TM)s demonstration. -�

   As she headed out the door and John rose to take her place, she called
back,  -�Oh, and don -(TM)t let Tracey talk back to you or disrupt the
proceedings.  If she says one word out of line, send her to the headmaster
-(TM)s office, and I -(TM)ll see to it that she doesn -(TM)t graduate. -�

   With that, she was gone, and John began fiddling with the computer.

    -�Well, I can -(TM)t seem to get the file to open, so we -(TM)re going
to have to improvise.  I need a volunteer.  How about you, Tracey? -�

    -~What could he possibly need me for? -(TM) Tracey thought.

   She gave John the same sweet smile that she had used on him throughout
the last two years to coerce him into helping her with her assignments. 
The thought of their argument just last night about how she had led him on
for years without  -�putting out -� didn -(TM)t even enter her mind.

   Of course she hadn -(TM)t  -�put out! -� She found the very idea of
rewarding the poor boy with any sort of carnal knowledge of her body, or
even a kiss, simply repulsive.  He should have been happy that she, as
pretty as she was, would even talk to someone like him.  She had slapped
his face, turned, and strutted away.

    -�Well? -� John said.   -�Are you coming up here or are you going to
see the Headmaster Chambers? -�

   Amazed that the boy hadn -(TM)t responded to her flirting, she glared at
him and strode to the front of the room.

    -�Turn and face the class Tracey.  Class, we have in front of us a fine
example of the female form. -�

    -�More like a fine example of a first-class bitch, -� Emily said under
her breath.

   There were a few giggles from the class, and Tracey gasped at the
comment, but John 'apparently' hadn -(TM)t heard it.

   Grinning wickedly, Emily said  -�Hey John, you know, it's pretty hard to
tell much about the female form when there's a uniform covering up so much
of it. -�

   John raised his eyebrows at this comment.  This just might be a whole
lot easier than he had expected...

    -�Hmm.  I see your point.  Perhaps we should have our volunteer remove
the uniform.  What do you think? -�

   With the exception of Tracey, the class was unanimous in its agreement,
most of them actually very enthusiastic in voicing their agreement.

    -~Surely the little twerp doesn't think that I -(TM)m going to strip to
my underwear? -(TM) Tracey thought.

   Though proud of her huge breasts and fit body, Tracey didn -(TM)t ever
show it off.  She knew that the girls thought that she was being snooty by
not ever showering when there was anyone else in the communal shower and
for changing in the water closet stalls, but the truth was that her father
had instilled his quite conservative views on covering one -(TM)s body in
her.  Consequently, she had become painfully shy about anyone seeing her
even slightly uncovered.

    -�Well, Tracey, please take off your uniform. -�

    -�I -(TM)m not going to -- -�

    -�Excuse me?  You -(TM)re NOT going to what?  I don -(TM)t know what
you think you -(TM)re NOT going to do, but you -(TM)re definitely not going
to stay in the class with that uniform on.  Either get it off or go
directly to Mr.  Chambers office. -�

   Tracey was surprised at the force with which he spoke to her, and, for
one of the few times in her life, she didn -(TM)t know what to do.  On one
hand, taking off her clothes in front of her fellow students was
unthinkable!  On the other hand, not doing so would, ironically, risk her
daddy -(TM)s wrath and the cancellation of her wonderful summer plans.  She
had already been kept down a year twice before, and her daddy was only
being so generous because she had worked so very hard all this year to
finish her final year at school with straight A's.  But the thought of
standing in front of the class half naked was...

    -�NOW! -�

   She flinched as John -(TM)s shout broke her out of her stupor.  Without
really knowing what she was doing, her hands moved by themselves and began
unbuttoning her shirt.

    -~What am I doing? -(TM) she thought as she slowly revealed her lacy
bra and her pale, encased globes to the assemblage.

    -~Surely this isn -(TM)t happening.  It has to all be a bad dream,
-(TM) she thought as her blue school blouse fell from her hands and landed
in a heap on the floor, leaving the class to gawk at her taut stomach and
large breasts encased in their modest nylon bra.

   Had she really just done that?  Only just barely registering that she
was now standing in front of a class full of her peers wearing only a bra
on her top half, she looked imploringly at John.  Surely this was enough?

   John had only been at this school for two years, having been expelled
from his last three schools for fighting, bullying, arguing with all of his
teachers (and several who weren't his teachers) and so-on.  Having always
had high testosterone levels, he had a hard time keeping control of his
anger, and had always spoken his mind without considering the
consequences. 

   However, after his last expulsion his rich father had threatened to cut
off his inheritance unless he graduated with high marks, and he had bitten
his lip, fought his raging hormones and emotions, and worked hard to be a
model student for his last two years at this school.  He had only helped
Tracey with her schoolwork becuase she was the best looking girl at the
school, and he wanted to be known as the only guy to get through her snobby
bitch exterior and sleep with her.  Even the argument last night had been
rather calm compared to his old standards, and the slap had pushed his
temper to its limits.  The only thing that saved her was the fact he had
always believed you should never hit women.  Men he didn't have a problem
with, but never women.  Of course, there were plenty of non-violent
punishments to choose from.

   Today he was going to have his revenge, and there was no way he was
going to let her off lightly, especially after she tried flirting her way
out of it a couple of minutes ago.  Surely she hadn't expected that to
still work after last night...  He glared at her with steely eyes, then
glanced pointedly down at her skirt.

   Seeing that there was no way out of it, Tracey quietly unzipped her
plaid skirt and let it fall to her feet.  She stepped out of the garment
and used her foot to nudge it over next to her shirt and stood there
stunned in just her bra, white bikini cut panties, blue knee high socks,
and navy flats.  Highly embarrassed, she self-consciously crossed her arms
over her chest and rubbed at her shoulders, feeling the goose pimples that
had risen over her skin.

   "Hands by your sides so the class can see what the lesson is about! 
You're interrupting the demonstration.  If you do it again you'll be going
to see Headmaster Chambers.  Actually, lace your hands together behind your
head instead.  That way the people sitting off to the sides of the class
won't have their view obstructed."

   Tracey slowly moved her arms up and laced her fingers together behind
her head, her blush deepening as she felt this movement cause her breasts
to lift.  The class all stared at her barely covered body, and with her
hands curled around the back of her head she couldn't even turn her face
away from them.  She settled for closing her eyes, wishing she could just
curl up and die...

   She barely noticed when John calmly turned back to the class and resumed
the lecture.



   Traceys Last Day Part 2

    -�As you can see, Tracey -(TM)s body is in its prime.  There -(TM)s not
an inch of fat to be pinched with the exception of her quite large breasts.
That combined with her narrow waist and rounded hips gives her the ideal
hourglass figure so admired in past decades.  Even though she doesn -(TM)t
have the trim figure now considered the ideal, it -(TM)s still a fine
example. -�

   Tracey blushed even redder as he talked so specifically about her body.

    -�Now let -(TM)s move on to female reproduction. -�

   Tracey took that as her cue to leave and bent down to gather her
clothes. John glanced over, pretending to be surprised.   -�What are you
doing? -�

    -�I thought that you were finished with me. -�

    -�I'm finished with you when I say I'm finished with you.  Hand those
things to me. -�

   She hesitated, not wanting to her clothes to be where she couldn't grab
them at a second's notice.  John simply glared at her and held out his
hand. She meekly handed over her skirt and blouse and put her hands back
behind her head.  John put the clothes on the teacher's desk and continued
with his instruction.

    -�Now if there are no further interruptions...  There are generally
three signs of arousal for a female: hardening and elongation of the
nipples, enlargement of the clitoris, and production of vaginal fluid.  As
you can see by looking at Tracey -(TM)s breasts, the first of these signs
is evidenced by the bumps protruding through the material of the bra. -�

   Emily was quite enjoying herself today, and got into the spirit of the
lesson by saying  -�I can barely see the bumps.  Maybe it would be better
if she removed the bra? -�

   John smiled widely.  This was definitely going to be a good day.  
-�That's a very good idea Emily.  Tracey? -�

   The nerve of him telling her to take off the only thing covering her top
while standing in front of the entire class!  She should give him what for!

   Instead, she meekly unlatched the clip behind her back and shrugged the
garment off her shoulders, catching it in her right hand.  Tears welled up
in her eyes as she felt the cool air on her naked firm breasts and she
immediately covered them with her arms.

   "Give that to me and put your hands back behind your head.  This is your
last warning.  One more time and you're going to see Headmaster Chambers."

   Tracey forced her arms to move away from her breasts and handed over her
bra, which joined her other clothes on Mrs.  Winston's desk.

    -�Excellent, -� John said.   -�You can now clearly see by the hardness
of her nipples that she is aroused.  Turn sideways so that the class can
see how they are hard and sticking out further than they normally would."

   She did so but a few of the students sitting to the side of the class
complained that they were now hidden behind her back and they couldn't see.

   "Hmmm.  How can we make sure everyone can see?  Tracey turn back and
face the class again." He paused for a second thinking, then said "Bend
over."

   "What???" She looked at him with a combination of shock and questioning.

   "Bend over so they hang downwards.  That way everyone will be able to
see."

   Resignedly, she bent forward at the hips until she could feel her firm
young tits hanging below her chest.  The weight of them rounded them out
nicely and almost all of the boys in the class shifted uncomfortably in
their seats, but still found a way to lean forward for a better look. 
Emily put her pinkie fingers in her mouth and let out a loud wolf whistle.
There were a few laughs and Tracey blushed even deeper.  How could this be
happening to her?

   John knelt next to her and used his finger as a pointer as he continued
the lecture.  "As you can see by the rippling of the areola..." He ran his
index finger lightly over the area surrounding her right nipple and she
suppressed a disgusted yet pleasurable shiver at his gentle touch, "and the
length and size of the nipple itself..." He poked the tip of it with his
index finger, then gently tweaked it between his thumb and forefinger,
bringing a squeak from Tracey in doing so, "she is obviously aroused."

    -�Excuse me, John, but the hardness could simply be because she finds
it to be cold in the room being exposed as she is with no top on, -� Emily
said.

    -�Good point.  We really should examine her for other signs to be sure.
The second sign was enlargement of the clitoris.  Tracey, you -(TM)re going
to have to remove the knickers as well. -�

   Tracey couldn -(TM)t believe that she was being made to strip naked in
front of these children who were so far beneath her.  Before she knew it,
they were all staring at her thick blonde bush as she stood there, hands
behind her head, wearing only knee highs and shoes.  How did it come to
this?

    -�John, her pubic hair is so overgrown that I can -(TM)t tell if her
clitoris is engorged or not.  All that tangle is quite disgusting really.
-� Emily said.

   Smiling thoughtfully, John shot an appreciative glance at Emily, hugely
enjoying having another person around also wanting to humiliate this snooty
bitch.  He was starting to like Emily greatly.

   Pretending to think it over for a second, he said  -�I had no idea that
she had so much down there.  Weird that she doesn -(TM)t even trim it.  A
shaven look would be better for demonstration purposes.  Does anyone have a
razor? -�

   Tracey heard the words but couldn -(TM)t grasp their meaning.  She was
already naked.  Surely they weren -(TM)t going to make her bare as well.

    -�I happen to have one in my gym bag." Emily said 'helpfully.'
"Unfortunately, I don -(TM)t have any cream. -�

    -�That will have to do, Emily.  Let -(TM)s have her sit down.  Would
you mind doing the shaving? -�

   Emily enthusiastically dug the razor out of her bag and went up to the
front of the class with a huge evil grin on her face.  She and John sat
Tracey down on a chair and she knelt down between Tracey's legs, pushing
them wide open, and began shaving Tracey's pubic hair, clearly enjoying her
job.

   The dry razor hurt something awful, and Tracey was left with quite a
rash afterwards.  And as if it wasn't embarrassing enough already, every
time Emily brushed the hair off, especially any that stuck to her damp
labia, it actually felt kind of nice, especially compared to the pain from
the shaving itself.  The worst part, though, was when Emily shuffled
backwards and revealed the view of Tracey -(TM)s spread legs and hairless
crotch to the students.  Everyone in the class could see simply everything!
Tracey was absolutely mortified.

    -�Much better, -� John said.   -�We can now clearly see that the
clitoris is indeed enlarged. -�

   "Not necessarily," said Emily, assuming the role of teachers' assistant.
"Different women have different size clitorises, just like guys and penis
size.  Tracey's looks to be about three-quarters of an inch long at the
moment, but that could just be its normal size.  Unfortunately we have no
way of knowing.  What about the third sign of arousal?"

   "Good point.  The third sign was production of vaginal fluid to help
lubricate intercourse and make it more comfortable.  Since you're still
down there, can you see any vaginal fluid?"

   Giggling, Emily replied  -�It -(TM)s hard to see the vaginal fluid being
that it -(TM)s clear, but I can certainly smell it.  Can you? -�

   John nodded, and so did most of the rest of the class.  Tracey wished
she could cover her face, or at the very least stand up again so she
wouldn't be showing quite as much, but her hands were still laced behind
her head as ordered, and she didn't want to risk any more of John's wrath
by standing without permission.

   Emily said  -�If she had any hair left, it would probably be matted. 
Without it though, I can only tell by the way the light seems to be
glistening off her pussy." Tracey hated that word, and hearing another girl
referring to her vagina that way, especially while it was so fully exposed
to so many of her classmates, shamed her even more.  Emily continued. 
"Maybe I should check? -�

   John nodded.  Tracey braced herself to have her 'lady place' touched by
another person, but was completely shocked when Emily just went and stuck
her finger straight up inside her instead.  She had certainly not been
expecting that!

   Emily slowly withdrew her finger and held it up so the class could see.

    -�She -(TM)s certainly well lubricated.  I slid right in there with no
resistance at all until I touched the hymen.  I can -(TM)t believe that she
-(TM)s still a virgin at eighteen! -�

   A lot of the students laughed.  John raised his eyebrows in obvious
surprise.  "She still has an intact hymen?  How unusual.  Anyway, on with
the lesson.  Tracey, come over here." John took Tracey's clothes off the
teachers desk and handed them to Emily.  He led Tracey around to the front
of the desk and sat her on the edge of it.  "Well we've been over the
simple anatomy of the breasts, but now we have to move on to the more
complicated vagina."

   By this stage Tracey was beyond the slightest resistance and when John
laid a hand gently on her shoulder she simply allowed him to push her back
until she was lying on the desk with her legs facing the class.  She didn't
even bother trying to keep her knees together.

   "Tracey lift your legs up and outwards.  Pull them back and put your
knees behind your elbows."

   Tracey unlaced her hands from behind her head and swung her legs
upwards, trying to just do as she was told and get this nightmare over
with. She managed to catch one of her feet with her hand but missed the
other one.  Struggling a bit she managed to grab hold of the other one,
then stopped.  She had no idea how to go from there to 'putting her knees
behind her elbows.' After a few seconds John came over to help.

   Putting his hand under her right knee, he lifted her leg way up and out,
then took hold of her right wrist and guided her arm through the inside of
her leg and instructed her to grab hold of her heel.  She tried to grip the
heel of her school-issue shoe, but it was too thick and wide and couldn't
get a good grip.  Her hand slipped and her leg sprang back down.

   "I can't grip it properly."

   John knelt down between her legs and started unlacing her shoelaces. 
Tracey just closed her eyes and tried not to think of the view he was being
presented with down there.

   He quickly removed both her shoes, and her socks too for good measure,
and Tracey was just trying to register that her last stitch of any sort of
clothing was now gone when he was lifting her leg up once again and pulling
her hand along the inside of her thigh to her heel.  Straining hard, she
managed to wrap her hand around her heel and get a good grip on it.  Oh man
that stretched something awful!  Weren't you supposed to warm up before
doing something like this?  She didn't even notice Emily quietly gather up
her shoes and socks.

   Ignoring her discomfort, John quickly stepped over to her other side and
repeated the process with her left arm and leg.  Once he was sure she had a
good grip, he turned back to face the class.

   Tracey lay there on the teachers desk feeling nearly folded in half. 
She had never been very flexible, and as John started to address the class
once again, she was still trying to figure out how to breathe properly when
her eyes flew open in a fresh wave of shock.  What view must she be
presenting everyone with?  Her legs were stretched so far back and so wide
that she could feel her tiny virgin vagina gaping open!  In front of all
her classmates!!

   In her shock, one of her hands lost its grip and again her leg sprang
back down again.  With an exasperated sigh John once again lifted her leg
and roughly pulled her hand back to her heel.  "Grip it properly!  Do you
want me to drag you by your clit to the headmaster's office?  Because I
will.  Don't you dare interrupt me again." Tracey started to cry and
thought her humiliation couldn't possibly get any worse.  She soon found
out she was wrong.

   "As I was saying, since there are quite a few things to point out when
it comes to the vagina, and it's a rather small area, especially on a
virgin, I think we need to move closer to see properly.  I think the best
way to do this would be in groups.  Emily, organise bringing everyone up
here three or four at a time and I'll take each group through it."

   Emily jumped about her new task and within ten seconds there were three
boys crowded between Tracey's legs, leaning in close and taking everything
in.  She hadn't even been going to let her future husband see this much! 
John sat on the desk next to Tracey, leaned over her, and started pointing
out and actually touching the different parts to show the boys exactly
where everything was. 

   "So, first of all, everything you can see here is called the vulva.  It
basically means the entire area between the highest point of the inner
thighs.  This area here on either side of the vagina where you can see
Emily shaved off the pubic hair is the 'labia majora', and these two folds,
or 'flaps' as some people refer to them (oh my god, did he have to call
them that???) are the 'labia minora'." He ran his fingers up the labia as
he continued.  "As you can see, they run along either side of the vaginal
opening, and run upwards until they join together to form the 'clitoral
hood' which covers and protects the clitoris." Saying this he used two
fingers just above the hood to pull it back and fully expose Tracey's
engorged and slightly pulsating clitoris to the boys' view.

   Turning to face the rest of the class, John said "And since Tracey here
is such a rare specimen to still have an intact hymen, considering they can
get broken by a girl falling on something, or being kicked, or even just
from riding a bike or running, I think we should have a look at that too,
since it's likely nobody in the class will ever get the chance to see an
intact one again.  Tracey, help me out here."

   Tracey simply allowed John to move her hands down to her splayed vagina,
her legs now being help up by nothing other than her 'knees behind her
elbows.' To have her hands positioned on either side of her vagina
stretched her legs back even more, and he positioned her thumbs on either
side of her vagina between the labia majora and minora, and instructed her
to pull them outwards, which she did, stretching her gaping vagina even
further open.  It took a lot of effort to hold herself in this position
without assistance and she simply squeezed her eyes shut and concentrated
on nothing more than holding still and getting enough oxygen.  Even the
burning shame was coming third compared to these two things.  John ignored
her discomfort as usual and calmly continued with the 'lesson.'

   "Ok, now you can clearly see the hymen stretched across the inside of
her vagina.  And see that little hole near the top there?  That's the
urethra.  Moving downwards, this area of skin directly under the vaginal
opening is the perineum, which runs from the vagina down to the anus, which
is obviously this puckered hole down here looking like it's winking at
you.."

   Hearing him say that last sentence, Tracey realised her humiliation was
finally complete.  Her entire world became nothing more than her stretched
tendons and her aching muscles straining to hold her body in this highly
uncomfortable postion, getting enough oxygen to keep those muscles working,
and her all-consuming humiliation at the hands of these people.  Nothing
outside this room seemed to exist any longer.

    -�Ok boys, that's it.  Any questions? -�

   The three boys shook their heads, dragged their eyes away, and slowly
made their way back to their seats, hunched over with their hands covering
their crotches.  Tracey almost started to let herself relax, but John
quickly stopped her, saying "We're not done yet Trace.  There's still the
rest of the class to go.  Emily, next group please."



   Traceys Last Day Part 3

   So Tracey lay there, sweating, straining, crying, holding herself so
completely and openly exposed for what had become her whole world to see,
for nearly another hour (which seemed to her long enough that she should be
celebrating another birthday soon, even though she had only just turned 18
five days ago) while the rest of the class came up to the front in small
groups and John went through the same process pointing out in great detail
exactly which part of her vagina was called what.  And he always ran the
tips of his fingers lightly over the part he was talking about to make sure
the others could tell exactly which bit he meant.  It tickled outrageously,
and it felt so wrong, so disgusting, so GOOD!  If she wasn't trapped in
this painfully uncomfortable position she would be squirming all over the
desk, but she couldn't move at all.  And worst of all, she could feel
herself getting wetter and wetter as time went on.  By the time the fourth
group came up and put their enrapt faces within a foot of her stretched and
yawning vagina, she could feel her secretions running out of her opening,
down over her puckered anus, and pooling on the hardwood desk beneath her
lower back.

   By the time the rest of the class had had their intimate lesson into the
female anatomy (most of the boys twice) the puddle of her secretions was so
large it was starting to drip off the desk onto the floor.

   Lying there in such a position for so long she actually had a bit of
difficulty untangling herself, but she slowly managed to straighten herself
out, stood up, stretched her stiff limbs, scratched furiously at her
shaving rash which had been itching like mad, and, panting and dripping
with sweat, automatically laced her hands back behind her head and sat back
on the edge of the desk to await her next instruction.  It wasn't long
before Emily 'helped out' with a suggestion.

    -�Hey John, we -(TM)ve talked a lot about arousal, and seen it close
up, but I think it would be instructive to see her actually reach orgasm.
-�

    -�That -(TM)s a fantastic idea, -� John said.   -�Tracey, lie back down
on the desk and show us how you masturbate. -�

   Tracey looked at the floor and slowly shook her head.  When she finally
spoke up her voice came out as a whimper as she said,  -�I can -(TM)t. -�

    -�What do you mean you can -(TM)t? -(TM) -�

    -�I don -(TM)t know how. -�

   The class laughed.

    -�You can -(TM)t expect us to believe that you -(TM)ve never diddled
yourself, -� Emily said incredulously.

   Tracey didn -(TM)t respond but looked back down at the floor.

   Exasperated, Emily started walking over to Tracey saying "It's easy. 
Lie down and I'll show you how."

   Tracey immediately started to do as she was bid, but John had a flash of
inspiration.  He smiled, then held up a hand and stopped Emily.  "Wait a
sec Em." He had always been the bully at his old schools, but now he was
realising there was also a little bit of a sadistic streak in him too.  "I
think I like the idea that she's obviously so horny and has no idea how to
relieve herself." 

   Emily blinked and looked at him, shocked.  Then she threw back her head
and laughed uproariously.  The rest of the class joined in while John
looked at Tracey with the most evil grin she had ever seen, and she simply
hung her head in shame.

   When the laughter had died down, John looked at the clock and said
"Class will be over soon anyway.  There is one last thing though.  Tracey,
lie back down on the desk with your legs back like you were before."

   Tracey sighed and went and lay back down on the desk as before, pulling
her legs back up and out, locking her knees back behind her elbows, and
without any instruction at all, even reached down and used her thumbs to
stretch her vagina open again in that all too familiar pose she had lain in
for more than half an hour just a couple of minutes beforehand.  She did it
without any help at all.  It was easy now since her muscles were used to
being in that position.

   "Over here guys."

   Tracey lay her head back and stared at the ceiling, wondering what else
he could possibly want to show them.  There was some rustling and even a
couple of giggles as the class came and crowded around her obscenely spread
legs.  After a few seconds Emily said "Hey Trace."

   She looked up and was shocked to see that most of the class had their
cell phones out and pointed at her.  Two even had small digital cameras. 
There was a chorus of clicks and camera sounds, and even a tinny "say
cheese" as they all took photos and then quickly held their phones up to
their faces to look at the pictures they had taken and save them.  Too
shocked to move, Tracey simply did a quick count.  Around 7 or 8 of the
girls and more than a dozen of the boys had just taken a photo of her in
the most explicit and degrading pose she could ever have thought of.  Worse
than that, she realised these people that she had always thought of as
beneath her all now had something to hold over her.  Any thoughts of ever
getting revenge that might have been dancing around in the back of her mind
disappeared instantly.

   Still immobile, she watched as John waltzed over to her looking at the
screen of his phone and smiling with obvious complete satisfaction.  When
he was standing next to her head he turned his phone and showed her the
picture on the screen.  There she was, lying back on the desk with her legs
right back and held splayed open by her arms, her small virgin vagina
stretched wide open to its limit, framed by puffy labia that were so
engorged with blood that they were deep, deep pink (almost red) and swollen
to at least twice their normal size, her clit obviously also engorged and
poking far out from under the hood which was also rather pulled back,
showing absolutely everything in very explicit detail.  Above that sordid
veiw of her formerly called 'privates' (she highly doubted she would ever
be able to use THAT word again) her firm young tits with their rock hard
nipples pointed at the ceiling, and behind those her face was fully
captured with her mouth open and eyes wide in a shocked expression.  Nobody
that ever saw that picture would ever think that it was anybody but her.

   A few of the boys and girls saw that she still hadn't moved (she had
barely even relaxed her thumbs from stretching herself open, she was in too
much shock) and went back for another picture, more than a couple rushing
forwards to go for a close up.  There were a few more clicks but she was
too busy staring at the picture being shown to her to even hear them.  It
was only when two boys and one girl tried to go in for an extreme close up
photo at the same time that they jostled each other and one touched her
hand, that she looked down and realised what was going on.  She
disentangled herself as quickly as she could and stood up again quickly
remembering that such a thing as modesty existed and covered herself up.

   "I think we're a bit beyond that now Tracey.  You might as well put your
hands down." said John as he walked back around the desk and again held out
his phone for her to see.  She slowly lowered her hands and again looked at
the picture being showed to her.  The lesson had been bad enough, but now
they had PHOTOGRAPHS?  She just couldn't believe she had managed to let
herself get into such a terrible position.

   "Take a look around.  Have a good long look at the faces of everyone
here." She looked around at her classmates, every one of them with the
biggest smiles of their lives on their faces.  She would never forget the
look of any of them.  Her humiliation receded slightly to be replaced by
fear as he went on.  "We own you now.  Don't look so scared, I don't want
to take your virginity.  In fact, I'll be checking now and then to make
sure your hymen is still intact.  I like the idea of having a virgin to
boss around.  And again, don't worry, we'll keep it a secret between us."
He looked around at his classmates.  "Well, maybe we'll share it with a few
'close' friends.  But effective immediately, everyone in this room is not
only better than you, but we all control you.  And in saying that, there
are a few rules you'll be expected to follow."

   He pointed down at her crotch.  "Number one, you must keep that
completely shaved at all times.  Not one single hair.  Any one of us can
and will check to make sure you are following this rule whenever we want.
No matter where you are, if we want to check you must come with us
somewhere private, or stay where you are if that's that we want, and lift
your skirt and pull the front of any underwear you might be wearing down so
that we can see.  I don't care if you're at a family reunion in the middle
of a conversation with your grandparents and all your pervy little cousins
are hanging around, you'll do it without hesitation.  Do you understand?"

   Tracey, still looking at the faces of everyone staring at her, their
grins somehow managing to get even wider the more John talked, didn't even
bother trying to argue.  She simply nodded.

   "Actually, underwear is a good point.  Rule two, from now on you will
only wear skirts.  No pants, jeans, slacks, shorts, bike pants, or anything
else.  If anyone here sees you wearing anything other than a skirt or a
dress, it will be ripped off you and shredded, along with everything else
you're wearing as punishment.  You can wear long socks or stockings if it's
cold, but not pantyhose.  Nothing that will cover your pussy."

   Ouch.  That 'P' word again.

   "And rule three is if you want to wear underwear it must be a lace
thong. Nothing else is acceptable.  And I mean nothing."

   Tracey finally looked back at John.  Unable to speak, she simply nodded
again.

   "Breaking any of these rules will result in these pictures ending up on
the internet, being emailed to everyone at this school including the
teachers, and also being printed out and posted all over town.  It's
amazing what you can achieve with a decent printer and photo paper these
days.  You can print something out that looks exactly like a photograph,
except in A4 size.  And of course there are programs out there to make sure
enlarging the picture doesn't negate the quality."

   He gripped Tracey's shoulders and turned her physically to fully face
her.  Leaning in close to her face he asked "Is there anything about these
rules you need explaining about?"

   Tracey shook her head.  "No."

   "No what?"

   "No...  Sir?"

   "Good girl."

   Releasing her shoulders he glanced up at the clock again.  "Three
minutes until class is over.  Before we go Trace, you left quite a mess on
Mrs.  Winston's desk that you might want to clean up."

   Tracey looked over at the desk and saw the huge puddle of her vaginal
secretions dripping off the desk onto the floor.  As she looked around for
something to mop it up with, Emily handed her a cloth.  She had already
started soaking up the fluid by the time she noticed it was her own
knickers.  She stared at them, shocked, then simply gave in and mopped up
as much of the mess as she could.  She had to wring them out into the
wastebin twice to mop it all up.

   Emily handed Tracey her bra aswell and said "You might want to use this
to soak up the last of it and polish the whole desk.  That bit is rather
shiny and Mrs.  Winston will surely notice it and ask questions." Tracey
obediently did as she was told, John and Emily helping out by picking up
the few things on the desk and waiting for Tracey to finish polishing
before putting them back where they were.

   Putting the last item back in its place, John said "You can throw those
rags in the bin when we leave.  But for now you better put the rest of your
clothes back on."

   Emily handed Tracey's clothes back.  Putting them on, she realised that
Emily hadn't just been sitting around while everyone had been getting their
'anatomy lesson.' Her skirt had been cut neatly enough that she didn't
notice at first, but once it was on, she realised it was at least four or
five inches shorter than it had been before.  It didn't even quite cover
her newly bald pubis.  Testing with her fingers she guessed that it stopped
about an inch or so above her now low hanging labia and clitoris that was
still poking out lewdly.  Scratching her shaving rash again, she tugged her
skirt as low on her hips as she could get it and then pulled on the blouse.
She was not exactly surprised to find out that the top four buttons of this
had also been cut off.  The new top button was a couple of inches below the
level of her still very hard nipples that were poking through the material.
It was going to be difficult to keep her large and now braless tits from
popping out with the slightest movement.  She'd have to walk very carefully
today indeed.

   She sighed resignedly and sat down on the floor, once more giving the
class a show as she spread her legs to pull on her socks and tie her
shoelaces.  Then she stood up, tried to tug her skirt lower again, gathered
up her now useless underwear, and turned back to John for any last minute
instructions he might have.

   He simply said "Don't forget."

   Then the bell rang.  Everyone gathered up their things and started to
head out the door, talking and laughing with each other, many still looking
at the pictures they had taken.  Tracey gathered up her bag and solemnly
walked out after them.  Feeling her still flowing secretions already
starting to flow down her left leg without even her saturated panties to
stop it, she thought to herself 'It's going to be a long day.'

   Mrs.  Winston brushed past her as she hurried back in the door.  She saw
John gathering up his stuff and said "Sorry I took so long John.  It took a
long time to sort out the insurance.  Did everything go well?"

   "Everything was fine.  I thought the class was rather a success." John
said with a charming smile.

   "And what about Tracey?  Did she behave herself?"

   With a bright smile John said "Tracey was great Mrs.  W.  She actually
helped out with the class since I had a little trouble getting the program
going.  You just have to talk to her on her level.  We improvised a little,
no problem at all really.  I think everyone learned a lot."

   "Good to hear." Mrs.  Winston slumped down in her chair and heaved a
sigh of relief.  "I'm going to be glad when this day is over."

   "You're likely not the only one Mrs.  W.  Have a great summer."

   Traceys Last Day - Epilogue

   The rest of Tracey's last day at school had passed by in a whirl of
endless humiliation.

   After leaving the room of her first class, barely managing to avoid
being recognised by Mrs.  Winston on the way out only because the teacher
had been in such a hurry, she had found herself in a hallway crowded with
her peers, and everyone within a three metre radius had immediately noticed
the ridiculous amounts of cleavage she was unwillingly showing.  And after
she had passed those ogling eyes and they could no longer stare at her
chest, they never failed to notice how short her skirt was now.  It wasn't
too difficult seeing as even when it was pulled as low on her hips as she
could get it, the un-elasticated waistband digging painfully into her skin
and her highly engorged labia and clitoris just barely covered, there was
still more than an inch of naked buttocks hanging out underneath at the
back.

   Wherever she went, jeers, whistles, catcalls, and peals of laughter
followed her the entire way.  There were shouts of "Nice rack!" "Check out
the tits on THAT!" and "Nice ass bitch!" from the boys, and things like
"Tramp," "Whore," and "What a slut!" from the girls.  All this attention
only served to bring even more attention and eyes her way.

   Less than a minute after leaving that fateful class, one boy slapped her
hard on the butt as she walked by, causing her to squeal and jump forward,
hips automatically thrusting forward trying to escape the offending hand.
Unfortunately, this sudden movement caused her skirt to fly up a little at
the front, meaning anyone standing in front of her would have been clearly
able to see her clit and therefore very obvious lack of underwear, but
'thankfully' all eyes were distracted by the sight of her large firm
breasts with their painfully erect nipples flying out of her top.

   There were roars of laughter from all and sundry as she tried to get her
large breasts back under cover and to stay there, which was difficult
without any buttons above nipple height as each time she got one in and
tried to cover up the other too, the first one would just pop back out. 
When she finally got them both covered up, someone else slapped her butt
again, and they once again leapt for freedom.  Seconds later she was being
propelled down the corridor by slap after slap landing on her backside,
both breasts jiggling, jumping and swaying wildly about in the open air in
front, spanks quickly becoming painful landing on her rear, and because of
the jostling movement, her skirt trying to work its way back up to sit just
above her hips as normal, bringing more and more of her quickly
turning-pink butt and shaving rash covered bald pubis into view.  And
through it all her wetness just wouldn't stop flowing.  In fact, with this
fresh wave of humiliation from all new people, they just seemed to come
even faster, and she could feel the small stream of it flowing down her
left leg starting to soak into her knee high sock.

   Figuring out that she could only control one of these problems at a
time, she yanked her skirt back down, held it, and just pushed her way
through the crowd as fast as she could, trying to ignore the laughter and
shouts of the boys, the disgusted looks and harsh comments from the girls
(those that weren't also laughing and shouting) and the constant multitude
of hands that crawled all over her half-naked body, slapping her bum and
groping anything they could touch.

   Seeking sanctuary, she endured this down three corridors and around two
corners to the nearest girls' toilet, where she ran in, quickly locked
herself into a stall, sat down and cried.  This was almost worse than the
first class had been.  She wasn't exposing herself so ridiculously openly,
but in there there had been a LOT less people and almost no touching except
for when John had been intimately pointing out what parts of her body had
what name.

   After a minute the bell signalling the start of second class went and
Tracey knew she had to leave.  Grabbing some of the toilet paper, she dried
her eyes, and then tried to mop up all her flowing vaginal secretions.  She
couldn't do anything about the soaked patch on her sock but she dried her
leg and swollen labia, then left the stall and splashed water on her face.
She cleaned herself up as best she could, wrestled her boobs back into her
top, looked around for any spare dignity that might be lying around, and
headed off to second class.

   She wondered if there was a single student at school by the end of the
day that hadn't noticed her total lack of underwear.  At the end of each
class there was a rather large wet patch on her chair, and the hallway
between each class had been exactly like the first.  Hold the skirt down,
fight her way through the crowds to the nearest girls' room, cry, mop up
her juices, clean up, and go to the next class.  The classes themselves
hadn't been so bad as she had just sat up the back surrounded by quietly
teasing boys trying to get a peek up her ludicrously short skirt, and tried
as hard as possible not to let the teachers even notice she was there
except for attendance call.  Lunch time had just been a nightmare until she
decided to simply lock herself in the girls' toilets and cry until it was
over.

   That afternoon Tracey had endured a seemingly endless bus ride where she
had tried to hide up in the back and failed miserably from the outset when
everyone tried to force their way as far back and therefore as close to her
as possible.  She had started out pressing herself right up against the
window on one side but had ended up being physically moved to the centre of
the back seat where the aisle stretched down in front of her and at least
twenty boys and girls crowded around her on the three back seats, many
standing and one widely smiling guy sitting down in the aisle to let those
behind him see.  His face was about a foot from her tightly clenched knees,
staring as if trying to use telekinesis to force her to open them.

   She sat quietly, enduring pokes and prods, more comments, and those
sitting within reach touching any exposed flesh they could find.  At first
she had tried to push their hands away, but moving her own arms just
provided more openings for others to reach in and grab or pinch something,
and it was difficult to keep her knees tightly together as she was jostled
around by the movement of the bus and those around her, and all but
impossible to keep her unruly breasts from escaping the loose contains of
her blouse. 

   Once, the bus went over a speed hump too fast and they were all thrown
into the air (only an inch or two) but this moved her bum further forward
on the seat and while in midair her knees lost control and parted about a
foot, and she instinctively shot her hands down to cover her bald mound,
which was a huge mistake because not only did this mean her boobs finally
flew out of her top, but she couldn't put them back in without exposing
herself.  So she ended up with her bum forward and leaning back on the
seat, firm tits fully out in the open, unable to close her knees with her
hands in the way, unable to move her hands without exposing her bald
vagina, and basically now totally helpless.

   One of the boys sitting next to her noticed this and grabbed her knee,
tucking it under his own leg and trapping it there.  This was quickly
repeated by the boy on the other side and now her legs were stuck wide
open. One of the girls tried to pull her hands away but she fought hard to
keep them locked in place, and when everyone realised her hands weren't
going to budge, they took the opportunity and the groping had begun in
earnest.  Tracey had no choice but to keep her hands where they were so she
closed her eyes and endured the hands that fought for space on her body,
rubbing and squeezing her legs, groping her breasts, pinching and pulling
her painfully erect nipples...  It actually felt pretty good even through
the humiliation and disgust she felt at herself for allowing them to do it
to her.  And all the while she felt her rapidly flowing juices trickling
through her fingers and severely soaking the seat underneath her bum.

   When she had finally gotten home she had ran upstairs before her parents
could see what a state she was in, locked herself in her room, and cried,
her tears soaking the pillow and her vaginal secretions soaking the duvet.

   Oh how she wished she knew how to masturbate!

   An hour and a half later, her tears had run dry and she had cleaned
herself up and changed her clothing and was in the middle of fixing her
hair when there was a tap at the door.  Calling out, she heard her daddy's
muffled voice saying "Tracey, you have company."

   "I don't want to see anyone!"

   "It's that nice boy John, that helped you with your schoolwork all year.
You don't want to seem ungrateful do you?"

   As a matter of fact she certainly did want to seem ungrateful!  But she
didn't want her daddy to think something was up and risk him finding out
that she had basically spent the day flashing her charms at every student
at school and letting hordes of her fellow peers grope her, so she
reluctantly got up and unlocked the door to let John in, said "Thanks
daddy," and closed and locked it again.  John put his school bag down and
sat on her bed.

   After she heard her fathers footsteps fade away down the corridor, she
sadly turned to John and said "What do you want now?"

   "I brought you a present."

   This was the last thing she had been expecting.  "Huh???"

   "I got you a present.  But first I can't help but notice that it's still
the first day and you're already breaking one of your rules..."

   Tracey looked down at the slacks she had putten on and groaned loudly.
He was actually going to go through with it all.  "Haven't you ruined my
life enough already?"

   "Haven't you forgotten the pictures we all have, and what I said would
happen if you broke one of those rules?"

   With all the torment that had happened since that first class she had
completely forgotten.  Too emotionally exhausted to try and argue, she
simply undid her slacks, pulled them off, and handed them to John, who
threw them over his shoulder and stood there with his hand out again.

   "What?"

   John glanced downwards and she realised she was also wearing panties. 
She peeled them off and handed them over too.

   "Breaking two rules out of three on the same day you get them.  Shame on
you girl.  Take off the top and bra aswell.  Consider it your punishment."

   Once she was completely naked in front of him again, he said "Perhaps we
should go through your closet and get rid of all your clothes that break
your rules.  Anyone else from the class that sees you might not be so easy
on you."

   So they spent the next hour decimating her wardrobe, pulling out all her
jeans, slacks, shorts, bike pants, pantyhose, one pair of culottes, and the
entire contents of her knickers drawer, and piling them all on the bed. 
For good measure John added any of her tops that were "too modest for your
new life", removed the top two or three buttons of all her blouses, and
also threw on the huge pile any of her bras that weren't flimsy lace ones
(which meant all but one) and also any pairs of shoes without heels.

   Looking forlornely at all the beautiful clothes she would never wear
again, Tracey shivered.  They seemed to just ram home the fact that her
torment was obviously not over, and she would probably never get her life
back to the way it was.

   John looked at his watch and declared he had to get home as his parents
were leaving town for a few days for business on a late flight and he
wanted to see them off.  He told her to make sure all the clothes currently
on her bed were packed into rubbish bags and thrown out at the next
collection.  Picking up his bag he suddenly remembered "Oh, your present."

   Looking up in surprise, she watched him pull a shopping bag out of his
larger school bag.  It was pink, and stenciled on the side was 'Pretty
Kitty.' He handed it to her and she looked inside.  Some sort of clothes.
"What's this for?"

   "For you to wear, night after tomorrow.  The grad party at my house."

   She looked up quizically.  Graduation party?

   "Be there at 6.  Wear that and..." he rummaged in her mostly empty
closet "...these shoes."

   He handed her a pair of black stilettos with 5 inch heels.  She'd only
ever worn them once, to a family members wedding, and they were so
uncomfortable she'd never worn them again.

   "The hair, jewellery and makeup you can do yourself, but these clothes
are non-negotiable.  Wear these and nothing else.  And DON'T be late." he
said, shooting her a warning look.  This was not a suggestion, it was an
order from her new 'master' (one of around thirty-five)

   "Yes, sir."

   "Good girl.  See you then."

   As he made his own way out, she emptied the bag onto her vanity and
sifted through it.  There was black stockings with a matching suspender
belt, a tiny black cocktail dress which was backless, very short, and very
low cut, and the tiniest thong she had ever seen made of bright red, almost
transparent lace.  Holding the dress up against her body she looked in the
mirror.  She would probably be about as covered as she had been at school
today.  Not much more, if at all.  And the thong wouldn't be much better
than not wearing anything.

   Sighing, mortally weary, she dropped the dress back on the vanity and
went into the bathroom to wash off the juices still flowing down her legs
that had accumulated while she had been working cleaning out her closet
with John.  At least they seemed to be slowing down now.  Then she shoved
the clothes off the bed into a heap on the floor, and crawled into bed
still naked.

   'I'm not looking forward to this grad party.'





   Tracey - The Grad Party

   Tracey walked up the path to the front door of John's huge two-storey
house, teetering a bit on the uncomfortable high heels and feeling the hem
of the ridiculous dress she was wearing under her coat riding up even
higher with every single step.  Luckily it didn't look like anyone else was
here yet, and she hoped fervently that it was only going to be a small
party with just Johns' circle of friends and not many other people.

   Her daddy had given her a big hug before she left, saying how proud he
was of all her hard work to graduate the year with high marks in all her
classes.  "Have a great night darling.  Just try and be home by midday
tomorrow, so we can go shopping for that car you've had your eye on."

   She'd managed a smile as he kissed her on the cheek, just glad that he
hadn't asked to see what she was wearing to this party.  The dress John had
bought her was even smaller than she'd first thought.  It was skin tight
and hugged every little curve of her body (she was sure that even if her
nipples weren't still hard enough to cut diamonds they would still be
perfectly outlined, looking in the mirror she was almost sure the damn
thing even sucked into her bellybutton to show that clearly) and it had
taken her nearly ten minutes of adjusting it to make sure she was covered.
The garter belt she was wearing was clearly showing through, and the tops
of the stockings it was holding up stopped nearly three inches below the
skirts' hem.  She thought it made her look like a cheap prostitute and had
considered not wearing them at all, but John had said these clothes were
non-negotiable so she just had to bear it.

   Her large breasts were showing a massive amount of cleavage from the
hugely low cut front, and even when it was pulled down so low that her
areola were only just covered under the very edge of the material, the hem
still only stopped around half an inch below her pubis which was 'covered'
by the tiny red lace thong, which barely covered anything at all and was so
flimsy that it was practically see-through anyway.

   She had barely knocked on the door when it was opened by John, who was
wearing black jeans and a Calvin Klein T-shirt.

   "Hey good looking!  Come on in!" He led her inside and helped her remove
her coat.  He got a quick look at her back, noticing that the material
conformed to every curve and made her bum look fantastic.  It wasn't
exactly a J-Lo butt, but it was definitely a 'bubble-butt'.  He was
considering giving it a quick spank when she turned around, and he drank in
the sight of her barely covered large tits.

   "Wow, that dress looks even better on you than I'd imagined!  You look
almost as good now as you do naked."

   Tracey tried to take this as a compliment and failed.  "When does this
stupid party start?"

   Ignoring her tone and hanging up her coat, John said "Starts at seven,
but I wanted you here early to make sure everything was good to go before
everyone rocks up."

   "Why do you need me for that?"

   Emily walked out of the living room (wearing a nice but fairly plain
strapless blue dress, knee-length, her large DD's well contained in the
thick material) saying "Because everything is pretty much ready except for
you.  Show us whether or not you've shaved since I did you at school."

   Tracey hesitated, shocked to see Emily here so early.  Then she just
obediently lifted her skirt and pulled out her tiny thong, causing it to
get narrower as it stretched and she felt one side of her still swollen
labia get squeezed outside the flimsy material.

   John and Emily both leaned in close and peered into the gap.

   Emily said "Looks ok but there's not enough light here to make sure."

   "Take her up to the bathroom to double-check.  I'll meet you girls
there."

   John headed over to the entertainment unit that seemed to include a
stereo, amplifier, big bass speakers (more speakers were scattered around
the room high on the walls) and also what looked like a top-of-the-range
DVD player to Tracey, but there was no sign of a TV, and started fiddling
with a few switches.  Emily took hold of Tracey's wrist and she let the
bigger girl lead her up the stairs, trying not to fall over on the spiky
heels she was wearing.  She was led into a huge bathroom that was flooded
with bright, clean white light. 

   "Pull your dress up around your waist and take off your underwear."

   Emily grinned as Tracey obediently did as she was bid, lifting the skirt
high just under her obviously braless tits, and then undoing the clips on
the garter belt so she could remove the ridiculous thong.  The snooty cow
had actually managed to learn not to argue and just get on with it!  This
was just going to make it easier.

   Getting Tracey to lean back on the basin and stand with her legs apart,
Emily kneeled down and looked closely at her tiny virgin snatch, just as
John walked in to join them.  "Well it looks like your shaving rash is
starting to get a bit better, but you could have done a better job of
removing the hair again.  It'll do I suppose.  Turn around and bend over
and grab your ankles...  Well you certainly haven't done that bit." Tracey
blushed scarlet as she realized Emily was basically saying she had a hairy
butt crack.  "Is there a razor I can use to fix her up John?"

   "Not that I know of, and you're definitely not using my razor to shave
her ass.  I think mum might have some wax strips here somewhere." He rifled
through a medicine cabinet, located the box he wanted and handed them to
Emily, who took them grinning evilly.

   "Hold real still Tracey.  And don't let go of those ankles or I'll tear
that dress off and you'll be attending the party without it."

   Tracey held on as tight as she could as Emily rubbed the strips between
her hands, warming them, and then applied one to either side of her crevice
and down over her perineum.  Rubbing them firmly onto the hairs (which were
so small and pale that you could only see them if you looked close, but
Emily just thought this would be a fun way to torture the bitch) she
suddenly grabbed the ends of both and RIPPED them upwards without warning.
Tracey screamed shrilly and automatically tried to straighten up, but she
managed to keep hold of her ankles as told, and just managed to stay on her
feet as she wobbled on her ridiculous heels. 

   Peering close, more to prolong Tracey's explicit display than to
actually check that the hair was gone, she qualified "Much better.  You can
get dressed again now.  Meet us downstairs in five minutes."

   It took her nearly ten minutes to pull her thong back on, pulling it up
between her burning butt cheeks, then reconnect the garter clips, and
wrestle her tits back in her tiny dress (they had flopped out as soon as
she had bent over) and adjust her hemline.  She heard music playing as she
hurried downstairs as fast as she could, seeing Emily waiting impatiently
at the foot of the stairs for her.

   "People should start arriving soon.  John's at the front door waiting to
tell you what you need to do."

   Tracey hurried to the door and announced her presence to John.

   "What took you so long?  I just heard a car pull up." Without waiting
for an answer, he continued.  "Your hostess duties are..."

   "Hostess???  What?"

   "Didn't you see all the posters at school?  There must have been a
hundred of them."

   "No."

   "Well at lunch time I put up lots of posters advertising the party and
saying you were acting as hostess for me." Tracey groaned, remembering that
horrible day and the amount of people that had had intimate views of her
body, and any hopes of this being a small party vanished.  "Anyway, as I
was saying before I was interrupted..." He gave her a look to say 'don't do
it again', "Your hostess duties are to greet everyone at the door, take
their coats if they are wearing any, and put them in this closet here. 
Make sure you have a smile on your face and greet them warmly.  If they
give you a hug or a kiss or something, make sure you return it and thank
them.  Then just show them into the lounge room and tell them drinks are in
the kitchen.  If anyone tells me you were rude or cold to them, you'll
regret it.  When nobody has turned up for ten minutes and it looks like
everyone is here, come find me and I'll tell you what to do next."

   There was a knock on the door.  John glanced at it, then back at Tracey.
"Go to work." Heading back out into the lounge, he added forcefully "And
don't forget to smile!"

   "Yes, sir."

   Tracey took a deep breath, checked her dress to make sure she was still
'decent', put on as bright a smile as she could manage, and opened the
door.

   "...doesn't sound like much is happening yet, but OH MY GOD!" There was
a group of three guys at the door (all dressed very casually, Tracey
noticed) and as soon as the door opened they stopped and stared at the
sight of the prettiest and snobbiest girl in school wearing a dress that
appeared to be airbrushed on.  Three pairs of eyes were focused on her
cleavage, and Tracey started to feel very self-conscious.

   Trying to ignore their lurid stares, she put on a brave face and a big
smile.  "Welcome to the party guys.  Come on in." Tearing their
disbelieving eyes away, they stumbled in the door.  One of the boys
recovered enough to give her a great big smile and a bear hug, which she
returned, swallowing her revulsion when he crudely groped her butt in the
process.  Then she thanked him as instructed and pointed them in the
direction of the lounge room and told them drinks were in the kitchen.  The
boys gave her even bigger smiles and a final stare at her rack as they
left, and she looked down to see one of her nipples had escaped during the
enthusiastic hug.

   Tucking it back in, she thought 'This is going to be soooo much fun.'

   For nearly the next hour, she greeted everyone that came to the door. 
There seemed to be hundreds of them, and Tracey didn't fail to notice that
with very few exceptions, nobody had really gotten dressed up for the
party. Certainly nothing that even came close to what she was wearing.

   Not one person didn't stare at her cleavage when they first saw her, and
many gave her a warm (and some sarcastic) 'Hello' and either a hug or a
kiss or grope some sort of combination.  And after almost every interaction
she had to tuck her unruly boobs back in and/or tug her hem back down. 
Twice she even had to adjust her thong.  A couple of times there were so
many people waiting to come in that she couldn't take the time to fix
herself up, so people were greeted with a cheery "Hello" and a couple of
cheery rock-hard nipples pointing at them (and some lucky ones a sneak peek
at her cheery cherry red thong that failed to hide her swollen lips and
engorged clitoris)

   One girl looked at her and said "I didn't know this was a pimps and
prostitutes party.  She looks like the cheapest whore in town." 

   The large group she was with all laughed, except one of the boys who
said "No she doesn't." Tracey started to feel relieved that somebody was
finally sticking up for her when he continued "My dad could probably point
out at least two prostitutes in town that would be cheaper."

   Laughing even harder, the group walked inside, all ignoring her except
for one of the boys that gave her right nipple a tweak on the way in. 
Tracey simply stood back and watched them file in with her fake smile
frozen in place.

   And this was one of the better groups.

   After almost an hour of being ogled, hugged, groped, tickled, harrassed,
and abused by many of the girls, it finally looked like nobody else was
coming.  She wondered how many people had attended.  She'd lost count at
around 120 and that had been at least half an hour ago.  That number had to
have more than doubled.

   After straightening her dress for the umpteenth time, she waited the
obligatory ten minutes and went to find John to see what degradation she
would be subjected to next.



   Tracey - The Grad Party Part 2

   John was already slightly tipsy when she found him.  "Finally.  I was
going to have you serving drinks, but it looks like everyone is managing
well enough on their own.  Go dance for a while.  I'll let you know when I
need you to do something else.  And remember to keep smiling."

   Walking without falling out of this stupid dress was hard enough, how
the hell did he expect her to dance in it?  But she wandered over to the
dance area near the stereo and danced as told.  Eventually she even started
enjoying herself and only tucked herself back in at the end of each song.

   Half an hour later, John stood on a table near the other side of the
room.  He put on a headset with a microphone, pressed a button on the
earpiece, and his voice cut in through the music.  "Ok.  Everyone to the
lounge room please.  It's time for the twister competition!"

   Everyone cheered loudly as Emily strutted out carrying the large plastic
mat and the spinner and proceeded to set it up where the dance floor had
been.

   "Our gracious hostess Tracey Smith has already volunteered to play, so
who is going to go against her?"

   Every hand in the room went up.  John picked out a couple of the
prettier girls, and they excitedly took their places around the mat.  With
a nudge from Emily, Tracey went to join them.  She looked at her
competition solemnly.  Three girls, two wearing slacks, one wearing "Daisy
Duke" denim shorts, and only one wearing a low cut top, which obviously had
a bra underneath it. 

   Tracey kicked off her shoes (that was a relief at least) and prepared to
show a lot of skin to most of the graduating class.  She saw Emily walking
over holding what looked to be a small and very high-tech video camera. 
"You're going to be taping this??"

   "No silly, not many people can see what's going to be happening, so this
is to project it onto the big screen."

   Tracey hadn't even seen a TV when she got here.  She looked around, then
froze.  The 'big screen' was an entire wall of the huge room!  Looking up,
she saw a projector unit attached to the ceiling, and when she glanced back
at the wall, she saw her own face with a shocked expression, only that face
was now nearly six feet tall!  This was just getting worse and worse...

   "Time to start the game!" yelled 'emcee' John.  "Stacey.  Left foot
red." One of the girls shifted her foot onto a red dot straight in front of
her.  "Terri, left hand blue." The tall leggy blonde girl in the 'Daisy
Dukes' teased the boys around her by bending at the waist with her legs
straight, and planting her hand on a blue dot towards the middle, before
crouching comfortably.

   "Tracey, right hand green." 

   Tracey crouched down and put her hand out and onto a green dot.  Even
this movement caused her right nipple to be pushed out of her ridiculous
dress.  Tucking it back in left-handed, she saw Emily pointing the camera
at her, and she looked down thinking maybe she hadn't put her boobs back in
properly, and realised when she crouched down she did it automatically in
the easiest and most comfortable way.  Her knees were more than shoulder
width apart and of course the hemline of her dress was covering absolutely
nothing now.

   Emily was pointing the camera at her crotch!  And that image was being
projected onto the wall of the room many times larger than life!

   Tracey had just managed to get her knees together when John's voice
boomed "Tracey, right foot green."

   This was easy enough.  Right on the edge of the board next to her right
hand.  She managed to do that modestly enough.

   The other girls shifted around with their next spins and Tracey waited
to hear what her next spin would be.  "Tracey, left hand yellow."

   Easy.  She planted her hand on the empty space right next to her right
hand, but having to lean forward that little bit more caused both of her
nipples to pop out yet again, and now she couldn't tuck them back in.  At
least her legs didn't have to budge.

   The game continued, the other girls seeming to deliberately put
themselves in hard positions.  Tracey thought 'Let them.  They actually DID
volunteer to play this stupid game.'

   "Tracey, left foot red."

   A loud cheer and even louder laughter went up as Tracey realised this
would mean her feet were on opposite sides of the board.  She stared at the
row of red dots which suddenly seemed miles away in shock.  Helpless to do
anything but play along, she edged her left foot across the board, having
to step over Terri's outstretched leg which was on a blue dot on the far
end of the board.  With both hands on one side of the board she had to go
into a half-standing position putting most of her weight on her right foot,
and she was now not only standing with her legs far apart, but also bending
over.  Both of her firm D-cups fell completely out of her dress, and the
view from behind would have been bad enough even if she hadn't felt the
tight material of her stupid dress creep quickly up until almost her entire
bubble-butt was exposed.  Fan-Frigging-Tastic!

   And of course, where there was a way to humiliate Tracey, there was
Emily with the camera.  She calmly walked behind her and zoomed in close,
catching her big butt and the way the tiny tight lace thong barely managed
to contain her swollen labia without actually concealing them much at all.

   "Tracey, right hand blue."

   Great, her legs would have to stay open where they were.  But all she
had to do was cross her hands over.  It seemed simple enough.

   Unfortunately, to do this she had to straighten both legs and stick her
backside straight up in the air, and she felt the left side of her labia
once again leap for freedom from the tight material of her thong.  A tidal
wave of sound in the form of cheering and laughter came from behind her. 
Tracey couldn't bear it anymore and fell straight down on her bum.

   "And after putting up a good fight and an even better show, Tracey is
the loser of that match." There was loud cheering and clapping, and the
remaining three girls stood up and bowed to their adoring crowd.  John
continued "Well I think that was a pretty good warm up match, but what say
we up the stakes a little?  Who thinks the girls should play strip
twister?" The thunderous roar of approval that went up was almost
deafening, and Terri, the girl in the tiny denim shorts, laughed and posed
on the mat to say she was up for it.  The other two girls blushed, and the
girl named Stacey backed out, but the other one looked around at the crowd
encouraging her to keep playing, and shyly nodded.  Tracey was too busy
stuffing herself back into her tiny thong and dress to really notice what
was going on, but she heard the words 'strip twister' and shook her head
furiously. 

   "That's the way Marlie.  Ok so we have three girls willing to go again,
and put their clothes on the line.  Everyone give these brave girls a
hand." The crowd went nuts, clapping, cheering, whistling and hooting, and
Terri (obviously a bit of a 'party girl') strutted and danced around, while
Tracey and Marlie stood shyly waiting for the next game to begin.

   "Terri looks enthusiastic, so let's let her go first...  Ok, Terri right
foot yellow." Terri took the second dot in from the edge.

   "Tracey, right hand blue." Tracey decided to put hers on the second one
in aswell.

   "Marlie, right foot yellow." Blushing furiously, but deciding to show a
little daring, Marlie stood right behind Terri and put her foot directly
behind the taller girls'.  Terri leaned back and rubbed herself up and down
a bit against her, to loud cheering from the boys.

   "Terri, Left foot red." The outgoing girl decided to put her foot in the
far corner, directly on the other side of the blue dot where Tracey had her
hand, and stood with legs wide open and the material of her already tight
little shorts pulling tighter to show off her butt to good effect, and
started dancing with her upper body.

   "Tracey, left hand red." Great.  To get there, not only did it show off
her own bottom as she stretched to reach the dot, but she also found
herself with her face uncomfortably close to Terri's crotch.  Terri noticed
and giggled, and Tracey decided to duck her head down and put it between
the tall girls' legs.

   "Marlena, right hand red." Marlie decided to put her hand on the spot
next to Traceys, while Terri started moving up and down on her outstretched
legs, looking for all the world like she was humping the back of Traceys
head.

   "Terri, left hand green." Terri bent over above Tracey and planted her
hand on a green dot, leaving her with her bottom pointing straight up in
the air.  Looking down and to her left, she saw Traceys own buttocks
straining the material of her dress, and a thoughtful look crossed her
face.

   "Tracey, left foot blue." This was going to be difficult.  As Tracey
tried to move her left foot onto one of the blue dots without lifting her
arms, Terri reached over and pulled up the back of her dress.  She squealed
and fell heavily.

   "And Tracey loses again!" The crowd cheered while Terri laughed and
helped Tracey back to a standing position, apologising.

   "I just couldn't help it, that cute big bum of yours just looked like it
wanted to be free."

   John continued "So what are you going to take off for us Tracey?"

   This was so unfair!  She didn't even want to play in the first place,
and now this skinny girl had put her off and made her lose.  Angrily she
yelled back "My shoes are over there."

   "Sorry darl, but only clothes being worn during the game count."

   "What?  Who came up with that rule?"

   "Shall we ask our large crowd of esteemed judges?"

   The crowd cheered, and someone started a chant of "Take it off!  Take it
off!" which was quickly taken up by everyone else.

   Tracey sighed and pulled the tight little dress over her head.  It
didn't really cover anything anyway.  All she did was fall out of it. 
Roars of approval met her naked breasts as they bounced into the open, and
hundreds of pairs of eyes drank in the sight of the pretty girl wearing
nothing but a black lace garter belt and stockings, and the bright red
thong.  They could finally see how small it really was.  It sat very low on
her hips, and even nearly an inch of her shaving rash was visible above the
thing, causing every girl in the house to laugh uproariously.  Emily zoomed
in on the area while one girl shouted "Nice razor burn!  Try using some
cream next time."

   Tracey tried to hide herself with her hands until John calmed the crowd
down and started the next game.

   "Terri, left foot blue."

   "Tracey, left foot red."

   "Marlena, right hand green."

   "Terri, right foot green."

   "Tracey, right foot green." Once again she was standing with her feet on
opposite sides of the board.  Yay.  At least her hands were still free to
cover herself with.

   "Marlena, right hand yellow."

   "Terri, right hand red." Tracey felt something brush her inner leg, and
looked down to see that Terri had decided to take the red dot in front of
her foot.  First the hand and forearm appreared and claimed the spot, then
Terri's head poked through between her legs.  Terri situated her hand
comfortably on the spot, then turned her head and looked up at Tracey with
a bright cheeky smile and a "Hi."

   Before she could think of anything to say in reply, John called "Tracey,
left hand red."

   'Oh typical.' thought Tracey.  There were no more empty red spaces in
front of her since Terri had taken the only one.  She leaned back and tried
to 'fall' onto one of the red spots behind her on her left hand while
keeping her body above the taller girl between her legs, managing to do so,
but only just.

   While she was trying to get herself into a stable position, she didn't
realise what a show she was putting on for the crowd in front of her.  She
was basically in a one-handed backbend with her legs wide open and only a
tight flimsy piece of translucent material covering what little remained of
her modesty.  She couldn't even keep her breasts covered because she was
waving it around above herself for balance.  Emily, who had been behind
her, recording the show Terri had been putting on crawling through Traceys
legs, rushed around to the front, but only got a second or two of footage
of the gymnastic effort before one of Traceys stockinged feet slipped and
she fell on top of Terri, although her legs were still wide open and Emily
zoomed in to the new view instead.

   Many in the crowd laughed while Tracey and Terri picked themselves up
and apologised to each other.  Terri even gave her a hug while John said
"So who loses that one?  Tracey's the one that fell but Terri hit the
ground first.  What do our judges think?  Should Terri take something off?"
There were a few cheers from the crowd.  "Should Tracey take something else
off?" An even louder roar of approval met that one. 

   "Maybe they should both take something off?"

   The noise was deafening as every single guy and most of the girls
cheered, clapped, hooted and hollered like crazed fans at a concert wanting
an encore.

   Over the noise, Terri stepped in close and whispered in Traceys ear "You
take my top off.  The guys will love it." Then she turned around to face
the main body of the crowd and started dancing again.  As Traceys shocked
mind realised what was expected of her and she reached out and took hold of
the lower hem of Terri's top, the taller girl raised her arms above her
head and sashayed downwards while she lifted, and a few seconds later Terri
was in a crouch at her feet basically topless, her modest little A cup
boobs encased in a bra that was as flimsy and transparent as Traceys thong.

   After posing for a few seconds, the tall blonde spun on the balls of her
feet and slowly ran the tips of her fingers from Traceys right ankle up the
inside of her leg while simultaneously undoing the outside clip on the
stocking with her teeth!

   Tracey was too shocked to move.  She had never been attracted to girls
at all (or boys really), but the sight and feel of this pretty sixteen year
old crouched with Tracey's leg between her knees, gently running her
fingers up her inner thigh, and undoing her stocking clip using her mouth
was so sensual and erotic that it was causing some extremely confusing
sensations in her belly. 

   For the last day and a half Tracey had been trying to calm down her
highly aroused body.  Very difficult considering all that she had been
through on the last day of school only two days before, and even the wicked
shaving rash she had gotten from being dry shaved by Emily in front of the
whole class hadn't helped, because even though it itched and burned
something awful, that sensation around her engorged lady bits had actually
served to help keep her on edge.  Rubbing moisturiser into the area three
times a day to try and help the rash made it even harder.  Ever since that
class her nipples had been permanantly erect and her labia and clitoris
remained swollen, but she had at least managed to calm down enough to get
her vaginal secretions under control.

   Until now.

   As Terri's nimble fingers reached the top of her stocking two-thirds of
the way up her inner thigh, worked their way around to the back so her arm
wrapped around Traceys leg, and deftly unsnapped the clip there, the
sensations being caused to her by this attractive and very outgoing young
thing caused Tracey a lot of inner confusion, but there was no doubt at all
about the sudden flood of her juices returning and quickly soaking into her
tiny thong.  She just prayed that Terri wouldn't notice.

   Those same fingers gently pulled out the material and dipped inside the
lace stocking, then worked their way around to the front (Terri's knuckles
passing within an inch of her damp crotch) and unsnapped the clip there
too, and then Tracey had two hands rolling the stocking down her leg.  On
auto-pilot, Tracey lifted her foot so Terri could pull the rolled stocking
off, and then the girl crawled seductively over to the other side and
repeated the procedure on her left leg, only this time undoing all three
clips with her mouth.

   There was almost no noise from the crowd of onlookers as they all gawked
at the show being put on by the two girls, hundreds of mouths hanging open,
hundreds of male hands covering tenting crotches, and through it all,
Tracey stood straight up, unable



   oTracey - The Grad Party Part 3

   There was almost no noise from the crowd of onlookers as they all gawked
at the show being put on by the two girls, hundreds of mouths hanging open,
hundreds of male hands covering tenting crotches, and through it all,
Tracey stood straight up, unable to move, simply feeling her nipples get
even longer and harder, and her pussy getting wetter and wetter.  The only
thought that (barely) managed to penetrate her shocked brain was 'When the
hell did I accept pussy as a word to be used to refer to my lady place?'

   Tracey barely managed the strength to lift her foot out of the rolled
stocking, then when Terri pulled the garter belt down she automatically
stumbled forward and stepped out of that too, leaving her standing in front
of hundreds of prying eyes wearing nothing but the tiny (now saturated)
thong.

   The only person in the room capable of movement, Terri stood up and
walked back to the twister mat as though nothing had happened, and calmly
waited for the next game to begin wearing a bright, self-satisfied smile.

   After a full three minutes had gone by, Marlena blinked rapidly and
shook her head to clear it.  She had been in the game with those two girls,
and even though she had been caught up in the erotic display as much as
everyone else, she felt she had been left out of something (even though she
didn't really know what) and impulsively ripped her own top over her head
aswell.  Terri yipped and cheered, and all the commotion caused everyone
else to snap out of their stupor and look.

   John found his voice and said "Three cheers for Marlena for being a
great sport."

   Everyone cheered and chanted "Marlie, Marlie, Marlie," except for
Tracey, who barely found the energy to turn her head and look.  Terri and
Marlena hugged, and then danced around a bit until John announced it was
time for a new game.

   Terri and Marlie excitedly took their places next to the mat and called
to Tracey to join them.  She still couldn't move.  The emotions and
feelings raging in her belly and lower were too much for her mind to
comprehend.  Her voice was all but off with the fairies, but she managed to
squeak "I can't."

   John said "Come on Tracey you've come this far, one more game.  Your
fans are waiting for you."

   She managed one shaky step towards the board, then her legs gave out and
she fell to her knees.  She looked up at the crowd, then up at John, and
quietly said "I can't.  I forfeit."

   "You can't quit now Tracey.  Everyone wants to see you play.  You don't
want to disappoint your entire peer group do you?"

   Tracey hung her head and repeated "I can't."

   "If you insist on forfeiting it will count as an automatic loss and
you'll lose your thong too."

   Tracey tried to stand up, but her legs were still too weak and she fell
again.  She felt about as strong and coordinated as a newborn kitten.  She
resigned herself to losing her last item of clothing 'It's not like it
really covered anything anyway' she thought, and tugged on the strap on one
side, but she couldn't even manage to pull that down more than a couple of
inches.  She looked over at Terri and mouthed 'Help?'

   Terri and Marlena came over and helped her to her feet.  With her legs
straight she could stand up without help, but she didn't want to push her
luck, so she once again looked at Terri and her tiny voice begged "Please?"
Terri looked back questioningly, so Tracey flicked her eyes downwards.

   Terri realised what she was implying and laughed, then signaled to
Marlena and knelt next to Tracey's leg.  Marlie mirrored the movement on
the other side..  As first Terri and then Marlie hooked their tongues into
the thin strap on either side of her hips and got a grip with their teeth,
Tracey stood facing her audience, swayed a little and waved her arms for
balance, and without realising she was doing it, laced her hands behind her
head.

   As she felt the tiny, soaked scrap of material peel away from her bald
pussy (which was almost painfully itchy from the rash which still covered
it) her overflowing wetness and her tears both followed it on its
groundward journey.  Even the class which had ruined her life and led to
all this happening hadn't been nearly as humiliating as this.  And of
course, Emily was there, camera watching the thong being pulled down and
zooming in on the big rash with the throbbing clitoris poking out from
underneath it, and then slowly panned upwards, stopping momentarily on her
tits with the painfully erect nipples, before moving up to her face to
catch every tear.

   Glancing at the wall where the image was brought to giant life, Tracey
saw herself, her humiliated, beet-red face screwed up in misery, her make
up ruined, her hair a total mess, and heard the laughter and jeers of her
so-called peers.  There was no way anyone would pick her as the prettiest
girl in school when she looked like this.

   Worst.  Party.  Ever.

   But not for anyone else that was there of course.  THEY not only got to
see the prettiest girl in school completely naked, they also got to see the
biggest bitch taken down a peg or seventeen and were very thoroughly
enjoying themselves.  As far as they were concerned it was the best party
in the history of the universe.  Ancient Roman orgies had nothing on this
for entertainment value.

   Terri triumphantly held up the saturated thong and posed like a 'Price
Is Right' girl, before holding it up to her nose, giving the widest and
whitest grin anyone had ever seen, and throwing it into the crowd.  Tracey
watched it sail into the middle of the mass of people and disappear in a
hailstorm of grabbing hands, and her heart sank even further.

   And as John (the entire graduating class's new hero) stepped off the
table and walked towards her, Tracey realised it wasn't going to get better
any time soon.  He stood before her with his hands on hips and looked into
her face, quietly saying "Stop crying."

   It took a couple of minutes and the very last shred of her will to do
so, but eventually she managed to stop the tears and looked resignedly at
the boy that had reduced her to this.

   "Did you think at all that maybe the people here might have wanted to
see more than one girl get stripped?  I mean, sure, your competition might
both have taken off their tops, but only because you fell on one of them,
and the other must have felt sorry for you or something.  You've got to be
the worst twister player since the game was even invented.  I think that
since you played so badly and lost every single game you should be punished
as a forfeit.  What does the crowd think?"

   The entire room cheered.  Even Marlie and Terri got caught up in the
spectacle that was Traceys humiliation and cheered with everyone else. 
John indicated a couple of guys in the crowd and got them to pull one of
the couches out from the wall and turn it around, and then marched Tracey
over to it and bent her over the back of the plush lounge.  She lost her
balance and landed face first on the seat cushion, feet spread and hanging
two feet above the ground, and as she tried to push herself back up John
put his hand on her lower back and held her in place.

   "Now you'll get one smack on your big bare ass for every time you've
treated someone like dirt, which is a ridiculously high number, so forgive
me if I lose count."

   With that, he started spanking, softly at first until her cheeks started
to go a rosy pink, then harder and faster, watching it quickly turn a
brighter red than her thong had been.  Most of the crowd was mesmerised by
the TV projection on the wall.  There was something hypnotic about watching
a bottom seven feet wide and five feet high getting thoroughly spanked,
every shake and wobble clearly seen, with a very puffy and extremely wet
pussy peering out and saying hello underneath.  Not one person could look
away from the sight.

   Tracey lay with her face buried in the seat cushion, feeling the
stinging pain of each blow and the heat generated by the contact.

   She could understand being punished.  She had made a lot of people
miserable during her school life.  What she couldn't understand was the
undeniable fact that the punishment and the abject humiliation she was
living was somehow making her even more aroused.  After at least five
minutes of non-stop spanking, she started to notice that each slap caused
her body to try and recoil away from the hand, then move back up as the
cushioning in the couch rose again.  Her nipples were rubbing against the
velvet seat back and it was feeling really good compared to the pain in her
rear. 

   The heat from her bottom was spreading to her lower back, and also down
between her legs, and she felt her juices flow even faster and start
soaking into the top of the couch.  With Emily controlling the camera like
a pro, nobody in the room missed a single detail.

   The total, all-encompassing humiliation she was experiencing, the warmth
of her blush spreading down to her firm young breasts and diamond-hard
nipples, which were rubbing against the wondefully soft material of the
couch back, the intense heat from her abused backside radiating down to her
engorged labia and clitoris, simply the feeling of her tight virgin pussy
being wetter than it ever has before, were all combining to...  she thought
she was...  going to...  in front of all these people...  have her very...
first...

   Suddenly the rain of blows on her tortured backside stopped, and a
second later a deep voice said "Well, what's going on here then?"

   There is no way that voice came from anyone that had been in the room
when she was bent over the couch!

   As Tracey's panicked mind forced back her arousal and the fact that she
had just been denied her very first orgasm, she desperately tried to push
herself up off the couch, legs flailing wildly, as the voice continued
"This looks like so much more fun than my graduation party, and I finished
school in the sixties, so that's saying something."

   She finally managed to throw herself off the couch, stumbled as her feet
hit the ground crookedly, stood, and turned to see...

   "So it's you Tracey Smith.  I should have known that inside that snooty
bitch exterior there was a raging slut just waiting to expose herself."
said Headmaster Chambers.

   'Oh my god, what the hell is he doing here?' Tracey thought.  'How much
did he see?  Why did he have to interrupt right then?'

   "I heard that this was going to be the biggest graduation party this
year, and I wanted to come and congratulate you all for all your hard work
this year." said Mr.  Chambers, his eyes roving over Tracey's naked body.
"I definitely wasn't expecting this, though.  Looks like peoples' ideas of
entertainment have greatly improved since the prudes took over in the
seventies."

   Not even John could think of anything to say.  Tracey looked over at the
'TV' and saw it was thankfully turned off.  The only question was whether
or not Emily had turned off the camera before Mr.  Chambers had seen the
view she must have been putting up there.

   "So, is there a reason for young Miss Smith to be being punished, or is
she just so much of a slut that she just enjoys running around naked and
being spanked in front of hundreds of people?"

   John said "She's not a slut, sir."

   "Really?  Well she certainly looks like one to me.  Are you sure that it
isn't just you she hasn't been tarting around with?"

   "I'm sure sir.  There are thirty or more of us here that can safely say
that she isn't a slut."

   "Thirty huh?  I guess you must have some sort of proof to be able to
make that claim so confidently?"

   John pulled out his mobile phone, flipped it open, pressed a few
buttons, and handed it to Mr.  Chambers.  Tracey wondered for a second,
then realised he must be showing her old headmaster the picture of her in
her 'pose' from class!  She buried her face in her hands and tried to bend
all her will towards disintegrating herself from the face of the planet.

   "How is this picture supposed to make me think she's anything other than
a slut?  What am I supposed to be looking at?" John pressed a couple more
buttons, and Mr.  Chambers watched at it zoomed in on a particular part of
the photo.  After looking quizzically for a few more seconds, his eyebrows
shoot upwards.

   "Is that her..."

   "Yep."

   Mr.  Chambers zooms the photo back out.  "Well now, that's a very
unusual thing to...  Is that Mrs.  Winstons desk???" He laughed
uproariously.  "She mentioned something about Tracey helping you out with
the female reproduction class, but this was just beyond even my sick
imagination.  Of course you do realise that this just proves she hasn't had
vaginal sex.  There are other forms of sex that she could be indulging in
on a regular..."

   Hearing a commotion from around the room, he looked around.  A lot of
the kids were asking "What's going on?" and "What's he talking about?" and
those that had been in the class and taken photos took out their cell
phones and passed them around.  There were a lot of surprised faces.

   "Looks to me like there are a lot of jealous kids here that missed out
on that class."

   John looked around.  "Yes it does, doesn't it?"

   "From the look of this picture it must have been a rather informative
class.  I know school is finished for you all, but these kids still look
rather hungry for knowledge, if you know what I mean." Tracey was shocked.
What the hell was he implying here?

   "Well I put in as much detail as I could, we weren't just staring at a
naked girl for an hour sir.  Although I doubt anyone would have complained
about that either." John said with a wide grin.  "But I did try to make
sure everyone learned something."

   "Well perhaps we should do it again for everyone else.  It looks like
there's about to be a fight or something.  That might calm them down."

   John looked at Tracey.  "Yeah, you're going to have to let me go through
the lesson for everyone else Tracey.  I don't want my parents coming home
to anything broken.  I'll go get you a table to lie on again."

   As he turned away, Tracey panicked, and grabbed his arm yelling "No!"

   John leaned in close and murmured in her ear.  "You know you don't have
a choice Trace.  I don't want any violence here, and you know what will
happen if you disobey me." Then in his normal speaking voice said "What's
the problem?"

   Seeing many of the partygoers looking at her after her outburst, and
knowing he was right, she thought quickly and said "But there are hundreds
of people here and it hurt so much lying like that in the class.  It took
so long.  There's no way I could manage you taking everyone here through it
three at a time."

   "That's ok, I've got an idea." And that was it.  There was no way out of
it.  One class of her fellow students had been bad enough.  Now almost the
entire year group was going to get the same intimate view of her.  She hung
her head in shame and started crying again.



   Tracey - The Grad Party Part 4

   John donned the headset again and switched on the microphone.  "Everyone
please calm down.  I know a lot of you are feeling like you missed out on
something on your last day, and are pretty pissed about it, but Tracey has
agreed to let me take you all through the class.  Think of it as a summer
school thing or something."

   Everyone cheered and John picked out two boys and asked them to get a
table out of the kitchen and put it over to one side of the lounge.  Mr. 
Chambers asked how everyone was going to see well enough to learn anything
and John replied "That's easy.  Emily, you still got the camera?"

   As Emily brought it over, Mr.  Chambers asked "How will that help?  In
reply, Emily turned it on and pointed it at him, and the Headmaster saw a
huge live video of himself projected onto the wall.  "Wow.  Can I see
that?"

   He took the camera and fiddled with it as John took Tracey over to the
table which had been moved for her.  Her sense of fear rose as she knew
what would soon be happening, and inexplicably, her vaginal juices started
running so heavily that they once again started running down her leg.

   "Don't worry, it won't take nearly so long this time." He left her there
and went over to the entertainment unit, turning off the music and flicking
a couple of switches.  "Emily, could you please arrange something to make
sure everyone will be able to see the screen?"

   Emily started calling out orders, and soon hundreds of yong graduees
were packed into the lounge room and staring at a wall.  The first six rows
closest to the display were sitting, then a few more rows kneeling behind
them, and the rest standing behind, arranged from shortest to tallest. 
Three hundred and twenty seven faces were turned towards a wall that showed
a huge video of Mr.  Chambers' feet while he was still checking out the
camera.

   Emily went to take the device back and resume her camerawoman duties,
but Mr.  Chambers said "It's ok I got it.  I think I've got this worked
out." He pointed the camera at Tracey and zoomed in on her left breast,
expertly adjusting the focus as he did so.  There were many murmurs from
the crowd watching the display.  "Yep."

   Mr.  Chambers looked thoughtful for a second, and said "Tracey, you are
eighteen aren't you?"

   "Yes, sir.  Just last week actually."

   "Well happy birthday then.  Good, because otherwise this would be rather
illegal and I would have to put a stop to it." Then, with a grin, he swung
the camera towards her, viewed in on her face, and in his best game show
host voice said "So, miss Tracey Smith.  How does it feel to know you're
helping hundreds of kids out with their sex education?"

   Shocked, Tracey hesitated, then stammered "O...  Ok I guess."

   "Are you sure you're ok with everyone seeing what we are about to show
them?"

   "Um...  Yeah, it's ok.  It's fine"

   "Good to hear.  You're a real sport Tracey.  I want to thank you in
advance for this opportunity to further the educations of so many
students."

   "It's ok sir, really." 'What's with all the questions?' she thought. 
'I'm nervous enough as it is.'

   John walked out of the kitchen holding what looked like a pair of
chopsticks, and said "We good to go?"

   Mr.  Chambers gave him a big smile and said "Ready whenever you are."

   John turned to Tracey and said "We'll start just standing up like last
time." Then, once more donning the headset and turning on the microphone,
he used the chopsticks as a couple of pointers and started talking about
Traceys' breasts, describing them, showing what was the nipple and what was
areola, talking about their use in reproduction, and of course, pointing
out the signs of arousal.  Mr.  Chambers followed his lead, zooming in
where appropriate so that everyone would be able to see the rippling of the
areoola and length of the nipple that signified arousal, even moving around
to view them from different angles such as birds eye view, from underneath
with Tracey's red face appearing in between them, in full profile while
John described how they hung downwards and the skin went back up
underneath, and for her part, Tracey was instructed to push them together
with her upper arms, lift them so everyone could see the exact shape and
where they connected to her chest underneath, pinch and pull on the nipples
so they could watch what happened to them when paid attention, even bend
over to show what shape the breasts went when they were hanging downwards.
Every single person in that room got to know her boobs more intimately then
she had ever bothered to know them herself.

   She was even instructed to demonstrate how to do a proper full breast
examination so that the other girls would know how to do it on themselves.
Of course she had to speak for this, to describe where to touch, how hard
to press in, how to look at them, and so-on, and speaking was very
difficult in her state of high embarrassment and even higher arousal, but
somehow she managed to do it to John and Mr.  Chambers' satisfaction.

   Finally, after around ten minutes on Traceys' tits and nothing else,
when she felt that every single person in the room would have been able to
describe them in the tiniest, most intimate detail if they were ever asked,
John said "Ok, I think that's all you need to know about boobs.  Now let's
move on to the much more complicated vagina."

   There wasn't a sound from anyone in the room.  With the exception of
John, Mr.  Chambers, Emily (who was hanging around in case John needed
anything) and of course Tracey herself, every single person in that room
was completely mesmerised by the video on the wall.

   Mr.  Chambers panned the camera downwards, and Tracey felt her
embarrassment rise even more when she saw her rashy pubis with the swollen
pink clit extending out from underneath it appear on the wall.

   "Lesson number one, boys and girls.  Always use cream or oil when
shaving."

   There were quite a few giggles from the crowd, but mostly the room was
still silent.

   "Ok, so this is obviously the pubic mound, or mons pubis, and normally
it would have hair covering it, but it has obviously been shaved off to
make it easier to see what we need to see down here.  Tracey, if you could
just lie back on the table and open your legs a bit..."

   Tracey slowly but obediently sat back on the table and lay down, trying
to prepare herself to show everyone there her virgin pussy.  Seeing an
opportunity to 'help' with the lesson, Emily quickly enlisted the aid of
the two nearest boys, and as Tracey started to spread her legs open for the
camera, each boy took hold of an ankle and pulled them outwards until
Tracey was practically doing the splits!  John had only said open them a
bit, and now they were further open than she had possibly have managed by
herself!  Goddam that hurt.  She swore she could see the boys actually
leaning backwards.  It looked like they were having a playful tug-of-war
using her legs as a rope.

   Tracey looked at the widely grinning Emily and scowled, but it took
everything in her power not to scream out in pain from the tendons and
muscles in her legs stretching so much that she couldn't say anything that
was on her mind.  She tried to say everything with her eyes instead.  Emily
just watched the show and smiled even wider.

   Meanwhile John was tracing a circle around her fanny with one of his
'pointers' (wetting the end of the chopstick with the flow of Traceys pussy
juices trickling out and using the fluid as ink to draw the circle) telling
everyone that the area inside the circle was the vulva, and then preceeded
to point out in great detail exactly what and where the labia majora, labia
minora (he held her severely puffy labia at the base of the the lip, one
chopstick on the inside and one on the outside, and sort of flapped it
about a bit before moving on) and clitoris (gently holding it at the base
with the chopsticks like it was a piece of sweet and sour prawn or
something) were, their use in reproduction, and of course, the signs of
arousal which were painfully obvious on Tracey.  Mr.  Chambers made sure
nobody missed a thing.

   Twenty minutes later, John was finally satisfied that he had passed on
everything he knew, and instructed 'Tracey' to pull her legs back and hold
herself open so they could finish the rest of the lesson.

   The boys holding her ankles relaxed their outwards stretching of her
legs, and lifted Traceys legs up until she had one of her feet on either
side of her head, and once again pulled them outwards.  She had to clench
her teeth shut to stop herself from screaming, but she had just spent the
last twenty minutes forcibly doing the splits, and after a few seconds and
some heavy breathing she became accustomed to the new painful position and
was just reaching down to obediently pull her vagina open when someone
grabbed her wrists and pulled her hands away.  Tracey looked up to see
Emily standing on the other side of the table from John and Mr.  Chambers,
just above her head.

   "Wha..."

   Traceys question was smothered and cut off in mid-word as Emily leaned
over and used her own hands to open Traceys pussy instead.  All anyone
watching the large display on the wall could tell was that they were
obviously girls hands, and only those closest and watching the action
aswell as the video knew those hands actually belonged to Emily.

   Emily positioned her fingertips along the crevice between the labias
majora and minora, and used all four fingers to pull them outwards and open
Tracey's vagina even wider than Tracey had managed herself in class using
her thumbs.  Then Emily positioned her own thumbs above the clitoris and
pulled them upwards, peeling Tracey's clitoral hood back and completely
exposing Traceys clit to the open air and the lens of the camera.  Tracey
felt herself being stretched far open all the way from her clit right down
to her perineum, and wished she could see what the video on the wall was
showing, but unfortunately she was the only person in the room that was NOT
now having the most intimate view of her vagina that anyone would ever see,
because she was being effectively blindfolded by Emilys' breasts resting on
her face.

   Oh well.  If nothing else good came out of her ordeal from the last few
days, at least she was getting a lot more flexible.

   And she finally knew the point where her humiliation hit its absolute
peak and couldn't get any worse.

   As John started talking again, Tracey thought 'Well since you're
exposing me, bitch...' and with that, she suddenly grabbed the top of
Emily's strapless dress and wrenched it down.

   It didn't go according to plan.  Not only did Emily not release her hold
on Tracey's painfully stretched open, tender pussy, but now Tracey had a
naked pair of DD's on her face.  Then she more felt than heard Emily
giggle, and the girl above her started shimmying her chest back and forth,
and Tracey was effectively getting gently slapped by a large, soft boob on
either side of her face.  This was sooooo embarrassing, yet somehow Tracey
felt the speed of her flowing juices increase, the steady stream pouring
out of her vagina, down over her twitching butt hole and once again ending
in a large puddle on the table under her bum.  She once again wondered what
the video on the wall looked like.  Then again, maybe she didn't want to
know.

   To stop the embarrassing boob slapping, Tracey instinctively grabbed one
of Emily's tits in each hand.  Ooh, they felt so good.  So soft and smooth,
and heavy, and she could feel the hard little nipples poking into her
palms. She started playing with them, she just couldn't help it.  A few
seconds later she realised, she was groping one of her tormentors!  And
from the sounds of Emily's breathing increasing, the bigger girl seemed to
be enjoying it.

   She could just hear John saying "As you can see the clitoris rather
looks like a tiny penis, but obviously unlike a penis, the urethra doesn't
go through it.  The urethra is down here just inside the opening to the
vagina..." and he used one of his pointers to show everyone assembled where
it was.

   OW!  What the hell was he trying to do?  Stick it up there?  In reaction
to the pain, Tracey pinched Emilys' nipples and pulled on them, but this
only seemed to turn the girl on more, and the only real reaction she got
was the feeling of Emily trying in vain to pull her open even further.

   If anyone else had walked into the room, not a soul would have noticed
them.  Every person was hypnotised by the view presented them in high
definition on that wall, watching every move made by one of Johns pointers,
but barely hearing the words he was saying.  The sight of the insanely
stretched open pussy, bright pink and puffy, leaking juices like an
overflowing sink, was just too much and even the straight girls in the room
with no bisexual curiosity at all were completely hypnotised.  Someone
could have walked in and just stolen everything and nobody would have
noticed, let alone cared.

   Of course, it seemed like it would have been pretty safe.  Anyone else
breaking in would have just been hooked and started watching the video with
them.

   Tracey felt Emily lift herself up a bit, until those large and
delightfully soft titties were hanging about an inch above her face, and
finally she got to actually see them.  They seemed almost hypnotic, hanging
there, swaying gently to and fro.  Then they slowly lowered down again
until one of those small hard nipples brushed gently against her lips, and
she unconsciously sucked it into her mouth and flicked it with her tongue.

   Emily seemed to be enjoying herself almost as much as Tracey was.  And
the boys holding Traceys' ankles open looked like their eyes were about to
explode or come flying out of their heads or something.

   Then Tracey heard John say "Well that's about all the information I have
to give you all.  I think about the only thing we haven't covered is the
female orgasm.  If you would be so kind..." and, looking up, John finally
saw what was going on.  Emily was topless, and Tracey was playing with her
tits and sucking her nipples rather enthusiastically.  He had been so
engrossed in giving the lesson he had no idea any of that had been
happening!

   Emily gave him a bright smile and finally relaxed the pressure pulling
Traceys pussy open, and started rubbing her fingers around the area.  Still
not wanting Tracey to find out how to masturbate for herself, she didn't
touch the engorged clitoris (now at least an inch long, maybe more), but
used her fingers to massage the girls labia majora, rubbing in circles. 
Everyone watched as those fingers worked their magic, watching as they
manipulated the bright pink skin, as the folds of Traceys labia minora were
pushed closed and pulled up, then open and downwards with the circular
motion, seeming to wink at them.

   Emily adjusted her hands, then used the flat of the fingers of both
hands on the labia majora to push the swollen inner folds together, and
rubbed up and down alternatively on each side.  While she was doing this,
her thumbs were still positioned above Traceys clit hood and pulled that up
on one side, then on the other aswell, causing the enlarged and elongated
clitoris to look like it was dancing to and fro.  Then, glancing up to
where Mr.  Chambers was masterfully working the camera and remembering that
his arrival had cut short the girls spanking, Emily gave the swollen pussy
a few lightly stinging slaps, causing a little pain, but mostly sending
tidal waves of pure pleasure shooting through Traceys body like lightning
bolts, bringing her to the very brink of orgasm yet again, then moved her
fingers up and simply manipulated the girls clit hood, pulling it up and
releasing, pulling it up and releasing, letting the tiny soft fold of skin
slide up and down at the base of the clitoris.



   Tracey - The Grad Party Part 5

   'Oh my GOD!' Tracey thought.  'That feels so good!  And I'm really
enjoying playing with her tits aswell.  Does this mean I'm a lesbian???'
Her brain started to go into shock when it asked her this question, but she
stopped it by realising that she didn't really give a s##t!  She was
enjoying herself for the first time in days and what the bitch was doing
felt so good she no longer even cared that she had been exposed to hundreds
of people for more than an hour now.  She just wanted to FINALLY have her
very first orgasm, and she wanted Emily to give it to her right now!

   And a small portion of her really did want all these people to witness
it.

   Getting bored with nothing to really do, John sought inspiration, and
without really thinking about it, went around behind Emily, reached under
the girls dress (noticing with satisfaction that she opened her legs wider
to allow him easier access) quickly located her clit beneath the modest
(and rather damp) panties she wore, and started rubbing in swift circles.

   Moaning with pleasure, Emily gave Traceys pussy a few more slaps, then
cupped her hand over the swollen and very wet pussy and moved her own hand
in circles that matched Johns'.

   Even though Emilys' level of arousal in no way matched Traceys', Johns'
fiddling was a lot more directly focused on a pleasure centre and she
quickly reached climax.  As she came, her hand slid upwards over Traceys'
pussy, middle finger running up the slit, and at the top, Traceys' clit was
pulled upwards by the finger, and as it got too high to hold it, the
swollen and highly sensitive clitoris sprang back downwards and finally
sent Tracey over the edge into her very first orgasm, while John kept
rubbing Emilys' clit with a wide smile as he noticed Emily was a screamer!

   As Emily's body shuddered with the waves of her orgasm and she screamed
and moaned, she grabbed hold of Traceys' tits and roughly massaged them,
pinching and pulling the rock-hard nipples, and generally playing with them
like they were large soft lumps of play-dough.

   To anyone in the room not directly involved with the show, it seemed
like the screams of pleasure were coming from Tracey as they watched her
swollen pussy go into convulsions with the avalanche of orgasm that ripped
through her body.  Mr.  Chambers zoomed in nice and close, making sure not
to miss a single detail, and everyone watched as Traceys hole opened and
closed rapidly on its own accord, as the flaps of her labia seemed to dance
in waves as they went back and forth in and out like curtains in a strong
breeze, as her engorged clitoris (displayed bigger than the head of the
nearest student) seemed to jump up and down, throbbing and pulsing, as a
torrent of her pussy juice gushed out of her vagina and ran in a flood down
over her wildly spasming butt hole.  All of it captured by Mr.  Chambers'
expert camera control and projected in full progressive high definition
onto an twelve foot by seven widescreen display right in front of them. 
More than a few of those watching reached their own orgasm without touching
themselves at all.

   Traceys' orgasm lasted a full three minutes before the shockwaves
finally subsided and the picture of her splayed vagina finally stilled.

   Mr.  Chambers panned the camera slowly up over her flat belly and
settled on her firm young tits with her dreamily smiling face nestled
between them.

   "Tracey Smith...  I feel I must thank you again, for allowing us to see
that...  wonderfully...  informative...  display."

   Still riding her high, she smiled and said huskily "That's quite alright
sir.  I hope everyone learned something."

   Turning off and putting down the camera, Mr.  Chambers discreetly
removed the small twenty gigabyte thumb drive from the cameras USB hub and
made his excuses, saying he really had to get home.  As he got into his
car, he decided that the teacher performance files he had intended to work
on could wait until tomorrow.  As soon as he got home, he had a video to
edit and put onto DVD.  Smiling, he thought 'Something tells me the quality
of sex education in schools all across the country is going to dramatically
increase starting next year!'

   A couple of minutes later, John and Emily (still putting herself back
into her dress) came out of the kitchen and found everyone still staring at
the now blank wall, still in a state of stupor.  Gently getting the two
'helpers' to release Traceys' legs, they lifted her into a sitting position
and John asked her if she was ok while Emily went to get her a drink of
water.

   Having a nice long refreshing drink, Tracey looked around at the slowly
waking up crowd, and said "I'm feeling better than I think I ever have."
Gathering her wits, she said "Looks like I made another mess on the desk I
need to clean up.  Can you get me a towel, please?"

   John fetched her a large bath towel, and Tracey stood up on shaky legs,
found her balance, and set to work cleaning up after herself, cleaning and
polishing the table with her juices before getting on her hands and knees
(keeping her legs open and sticking her bum as high in the air as she could
to give the slowly recovering crowd another show) and slowly mopping up all
her juices that had dripped onto the floor.  The towel was rather saturated
when she finished, but she found a corner that was still dry and used that
to clean herself up too, being very gentle with her still extremely
sensitive puss.

   After having a nice long warm shower, cleaning herself up and washing
off her ruined makeup, Tracey walked back down the stairs naked to where
the party was back under way.  At the bottom of the stairs she was accosted
by many people that wanted to give her hugs and/or kisses and she obliged
them all, her smiles this time genuine since they were warmly
congratulating and thanking her, and not one of them were doing it to tease
her or make her feel uncomfortable.  The last was Terri, still clad only in
her flimsy bra and 'Daisy Dukes', who gave her a big hug and lingering
kiss, and said "Wow, that was amazing.  I thought I was brave, but not even
I could have put on that much of a show for all these people.  Here, I kept
these for you." Terri handed Tracey back her stockings and garter belt.

   Sitting down on the stairs to pull them on, Tracey asked "Any sign of my
other clothes?"

   "Your shoes are still near the twister board, but the thong is nowhere
to be seen, and I found your dress ripped in half.  I guess a few of the
boys were fighting over it."

   Standing up, Tracey gave her a big smile and replied "That's ok.  I
guess there's not much point in modesty anymore.  And the thong was pretty
much useless anyway.  I hope the boy that pocketed the silly thing has some
fun with it." She went and fetched her shoes and put them on. 
Uncomfortable as they were she had to admit they made her butt look
fantastic.  Then Tracey helped herself to a drink and proceeded to dance
the night away wearing nothing but lace stockings with a suspender belt,
high heels, and a bright smile.

   Many people wanted to dance with her, and she tried to give all of them
a song each, enthusiastically returning any hugs or kisses they gave her,
and freely letting them grope her as much as they liked, but she warned
everyone before the dancing started that they weren't allowed to put their
fingers inside her pussy because she wanted her now almost famous hymen to
remain unbroken.

   She must have kissed at least seventy boys and nearly as many girls that
night.

   A highlight of the party was when Tracey and Terri put on a show for the
boys where Tracey slowly removed Terri's clothes until she was wearing
nothing but a little black thong that was almost as small as her own had
been, and they dirty danced together for the next few songs, bumping and
grinding, kissing and touching.

   By the time the sun was peeking over the horizon, Tracey was once again
extremely aroused, but over the last couple of days she had gotten used to
it and she started to like the feeling of sexual frustration.  She would
orgasm when and if it happened, and until then she had decided she might as
well enjoy it.  Almost regretfully, she pulled on her coat to hide her
nudity for the trip home and, giving John a quick playful grope of her own
as she walked out the door, Tracey went home and got a few hours sleep.

   Even with the hours of humiliation and degradation, Tracey would
remember it as one of the most fun nights of her life, and when she finally
learned how to masturbate (in the middle of a boys frat house party late
the next year at college) she thought back to this night every single time.



   Tracey - The Grad Party - Epilogue

   Six days later, Tracey was sitting in an aisle seat of the first-class
lounge of a Boeing 747 waiting to take off for Paris, France to begin her
summer tour of Europe.  The nerve of this stupid airline!  She had
specifically asked for a window seat when she booked this flight!  And the
stupid bimbo of a stewardess had told her this was her seat and she was
stuck with it!

   Settling back into the large plush seat and trying to relax, she
wondered what sort of person would be occupying HER window seat for the
long flight.  Knowing her luck of the last nine days, probably a fat,
smelly business man that will need to squeeze past her to go to the
bathroom every half hour and probably get airsick into the bargain.  Just
what she needed to begin her summer of fun and relaxation before starting
college next year...

   She heard a noise and felt the presence of someone standing next to her
and putting something into the overhead storage.  Must be her neighbour
arriving to take his seat.  She sighed, opened her eyes, and looked up to
see how unlucky she would be today.

   Her breath caught in her throat and her eyes widened in shock to see
John standing there!

   "Hey darl, how's it going?"

   As he squeeezed past her to get to his seat, she asked "What are you
doing here?  Why are you in the seat I specifically asked for?  Why are you
here?"

   Sitting down and getting comfortable, John said "Well what I'm doing
here is obvious.  I'm going to France.  Why I'm in this seat is because I
like window seats, and it's amazing what you can achieve with money and the
fact that the minister for transport is your fathers best friend from
college.  And as for why I'm here, I'm going to France."

   Still shocked, all Tracey could think to say was "But why?"

   "Well dad got home the day before yesterday and saw my report card, and
since I had all A's except for one B minus, he said he was really proud of
me and said I could do anything I wanted for the summer.  I told him a
friend of mine was going to Europe for the summer and asked if I could tag
along with her.  And that's it."

   Tracey groaned.

   "Oh I got a present for you too."

   'Oh god not another one.' Tracey thought.  If it was anything like the
last one she sure didn't want it!

   John pulled a plain brown paper bag out of his travel bag and gave it to
her.  She opened it and pulled out a stiff plastic case with something
inside it, but she had no idea what it was.  It was clear, sort of shaped
like an egg, around six inches long and about two inches across at its
widest point, and flared at one end.  Glancing at the writing, she still
had no idea what it was.  She turned to John and asked "What the hell am I
supposed to do with..."

   For the second time in a minute and a half, her breath caught and her
eyes flew open further than ever before as her confused mind latched on to
the only possible thing the words 'Butt Plug' could possibly mean.  She
stared at the thing again, then hid it as quickly as possible under her arm
as she realised she was holding it in plain view in the aisle seat of a
crowded plane!

   Calmly John said "You can try it on later, when everyone else is
asleep."

   "Why on Earth would you get me something like this?!?"

   "Well yesterday I was thinking back to the night of the party, and I
remembered something Mr.  Chambers said about how you having an intact
hymen doesn't necessarily mean you're not a slut, and there are other forms
of sex you could be indulging in...  What?"

   Angrily, and quietly, Tracey said "Do you have to say things like that
so loudly in public?"

   "What?  I wasn't saying it loudly.  This is my normal speaking voice."

   "Well just whisper if you want to say things like that with so many
people around would you?"

   Quietly, John said "Fine.  As I was saying before I was so RUDELY
interrupted, Mr.  Chambers was saying there were other forms of sex you
could be indulging in on a regular basis without breaking your hymen, and
it got me thinking.  And the way you were acting after the 'lesson' that
night made me think that if you weren't insisting on keeping your hymen
unbroken, you probably WOULD have been slutting around like he said.  So, I
went out and got you one of those so you could see if you liked it."

   Her voice dripping with sarcasm, Tracey replied "Gee, thanks.  You're SO
thoughtful.  And thanks for getting me the biggest one you could find."

   "It's actually the second smallest one they had."

   "Well it sure looks bloody huge to me."

   "Anyway, like I said, you can try it on later when everyone else is
asleep.  But before we take off, let me see if you've shaved."

   Sighing, Tracey looked around to make sure nobody was looking their way,
and as discreetly as possible, hitched up the hem of the cute little dress
she was wearing and pulled down the waistline of one of the brand new lace
thongs she had gone out to buy in her new car the day after the party. 
Satisfied, John nodded and she readjusted her clothing.  "So why are you in
the window seat if you're going to be making me do things like that on the
plane?"

   "Because I know how turned on you get when you get embarrassed." John
said with an evil grin.  "By the way, I'm not sure how the plug will go
with a thong.  You could probably get away with it with normal knickers,
but the string might be a problem so you'll probably have to leave it off
when you try that out tonight."

   Sighing, knowing there was nothing she could do to get out of it, Tracey
simply said "Yes, sir."

   She didn't really know why she still felt compelled to do what John told
her to.  What punishment could really be worse than what she had had to go
through at the party anyway?  But she just couldn't help it anymore.  Over
the course of only two separate days, the last day of school and the night
of the grad party, she had been conditioned to do what John wanted her to,
and no matter how humiliating it might be she knew that she would do it. 
She had to.  And although it was impossible to actually admit it, even to
herself in her own thoughts, there seemed to be a tiny part of her that not
only enjoyed the abject humiliation she had been put through, it seemed to
actually crave it.  If only that small part of her was big enough to block
out the fear...

   As the plane started to taxi out onto the runway for takeoff, Tracey
leaned back in her seat, closing her eyes and trying to relax.  She was
dreading what would happen tonight, let alone for the next two and a half
months as they toured Europe together.  But despite her trepidation and the
fear of not knowing what her 'master' was going to make her do, there was
no denying the wetness that was already trying to soak through her new lace
thong.

   This was going to be the longest summer in history...