Foolishness & Humiliation Ch. 06

Marianne made me sit on that hateful cock, stuffed, while we ate. The thing in my bottom made the cock seem so much larger than it ever had before. I was truly stuffed, both front and back. And of course I was naked. Naked as I always was for Marianne, it seemed. Clothes for me were an afterthought for Marianne.

It was hard to sit and eat as though there was nothing wrong with those two things up me. I did as well as I could. If I moved, it felt as though an electric current was shot into my abdomen. I was getting aroused again. No woman could sit with those things up her and not become aroused. I peeked down and saw that my nipples were hard and really sticking out. I was oozing around that fake cock. My bottom felt so full.

It was a relief to finally be done and have Marianne get up and tell me to get up also. I rose as carefully as I could but I blushed with the sucking wet sound I made as my body left the cock that was inside me. My inner thighs up high were wet with my arousal. I still had that thing in my ass.

She had me bend over the table and she spread my cheeks open. I sucked in air knowing what was coming. I felt her fingers at the base of the thing up my bottom and she pulled gently. I felt my anus widening and I gasped as it widened far enough to let the flange through. Suddenly I felt relief as it slid out of me, becoming narrower as each bit slid back. It didn”t pop as it left although I felt that it should have. I felt as though my anus was gaping. It probably was.

Marianne handed it to me and pulled the fake cock off the chair.

“Clean them and put them in my suitcase.”

I held each with distaste and walked into the bathroom to wash them off. I did as I was told and in short order they were in her suitcase. Then I showered. I felt my anus and it was gaping open. That thing was large for that part of me. I felt violated and ashamed. Violated because she hadn”t asked me if I wanted that thing up my butt. Ashamed because of how easily she had inserted it inside me. I was ashamed and humiliated again. I wanted to throw that thing out the window, but they didn”t open so I couldn”t.

I walked back out into the sitting room naked. Marianne looked at me. She smiled. She had seen me naked so often it didn”t bother me as much anymore. I still hadn”t seen her naked, not even a hint of nipple or pussy hair.

“Do you like being naked for me?”

“I don”t think I really have a choice, do I? If I came out dressed what would you say to me?”

She smiled broadly.

“Strip.”

“Exactly. So I would have to undress again just after getting dressed. So I figure, what”s the point. It isn”t like you have never seen my body.”

“Yes, you are right.”

“So, what are we going to do? When do we leave?”

“Well, the tickets back are for 8 o”clock so we could go sight seeing. Or we could just stay here and maybe I could arrange something for you. Or maybe we could play a game of dare. What do you think?”

“I think I would prefer the sight seeing.”

“That”s what I thought. We”ll do that, but first I think we”ll play a game of dare for you.”

“Marianne, that isn”t fair. I think we should both play the same game for once. Let you see how it feels. Maybe then you wouldn”t be so eager to show me off.”

“You think so? What kind of game do you think we could play together?”

“What were you going to do to me?”

“I thought about taking you to the stairway and having you undress there and walk back to the room.”

“Umhmm. Well, how about this. We both go to the stairwell. I”ll take off my clothes and lay them down. I”ll stand naked while you take yours off too. No dropping them on the stairs. They have to be folded nicely. When we are both naked, we dress in each other”s clothes and come back to the room.”

“That sounds interesting, girl. Let”s make it more interesting. We go to the stairwell and walk down three flights. You strip naked and fold your clothes nicely. I”ll strip naked and dress in your clothes. I put mine in my bag and we walk back up. You stay naked. You stay naked until we are back in the room.”

“It isn”t fair, Marianne.”

“I know, but I have those lovely pictures, don”t I?”

“I know. Whatever you want to do.”

“If it was whatever I want to do, you”d be naked in the stairwell and back up to the room. But I will be a good sport. I”ll take some risk too, just to show you I am not a frump. That”s as good as you will get.”

I nodded, realizing that I was finally going to see her naked. It excited me even with the nerves that I felt thinking how far I was going to be naked. And how much of it was going to be in a reasonably public place. Marianne was going to be naked in front of me!

I hurried into the bedroom to pick out clothes for each of us. I picked out blouses, bras, panties, and skirts, stockings and garter belts. I had Marianne watch me as I dressed. I put the stockings and garter belt on first, then the panties.

“This is how you will wear this, Marianne.”

“I see. So I have to take off my underpants before the garter belt can come off. Very cute, girl, very cute.”

I didn”t think she would figure it out so fast. I wanted her to have to take off her underpants before she could get the garter belt off, making her bare her pussy for a longer time. It was a good idea and she didn”t seem to mind.

She made me leave before she dressed, so I wouldn”t see her naked before the stairwell. I was wondering if she would strip or if she would just let me strip and refuse to herself. It wouldn”t take long to find out. She came out and smirked at me and walked to the door. I followed, nervously. I was going to be naked for much longer than she is, if she actually followed through and did it.

We walked to the door to the stairs and Marianne showed me that she was pretty smart. She partially blocked the door on our floor open, since we really didn”t know if we could open it from inside once we got there. I certainly didn”t think of it. Marianne smiled at me. We walked down two flights of stairs. She stopped and so did I.

“Well?”

I began to undress. The blouse and skirt off, then the bra. I blushed as I pulled down the panties. Nudity still got to me. I bent and unhooked the garter belt and took it off. Then I toed off the heels and rolled down each stocking and removed them. As I took off each item, I folded it carefully and laid it on the landing. Marianne watched me with a tiny smile on her face. I wondered what she was thinking. When I was totally bare assed naked, she leaned over and kissed my cheek, making me blush even more.

“I know that you think I am a bitch and that I don”t have the guts you do, girl. Come with me and see my guts.”

She took my hand and led me down two more flights of stairs. Our room was on the ninth floor. We were now on the fifth floor landing. Marianne looked at me and set her bag on the landing. She unbuttoned her blouse. I was probably open-mouthed. I didn”t think she would do this. I really thought that when I was naked she would say April Fool or something like that.

I watched her hands as she undid the blouse, pulled it out of her skirt and removed it. She folded it and put it in her bag. Then she undid and unzipped her skirt. It slid down her legs and she stepped out of it. She bent, picked it up, folded it and stowed it in the bag. The bra was next. She unclasped it and removed it without comment. It went in the bag, neatly folded. Her breasts, no tits, were bigger than mine were with large aureoles and nipples. Her nipples were as erect as mine were. Marianne was excited also.

I just stood and stared at her. She smiled back at me. Her thumbs went to the waistband of her underpants and they were pushed down. I watched as her luxuriant bush came into view. It was a bush, but the hair was trimmed short, just not shaved like mine was. I knew she was hairy from having licked her the last two nights, but seeing it was a thrill. The hair was dark, almost black. I could see her lips peeking out. It was hot. I hardly realized that I was bare ass naked, I was watching her so hard.

The panties went in the bag. She unhooked the garter belt and removed it. It went in the bag too. Her heels came off and she rolled down each stocking, removing them and placing them in the bag. Then she slipped on her heels just as I had two flights up.

Marianne smiled at me. She was lovely. She was naked. I was naked. We were both naked in a hotel stairwell. My clothes were two flights up. Her clothes were in a bag at our feet. Marianne picked up the bag. She looked at it, then at me, at my naked body.

“We really don”t need this do we?”

I must have goggled at her. I know my mouth fell open as I watched her toss the bag down the stairs towards the fourth floor. To me, the sound of her bag bouncing sounded like a cannon. She stepped up beside me and took my hand. Then we both started climbing the stairs, climbing the stairs naked.

Marianne held my hand and we walked up, heels clicking on each stair, naked together. I kept glancing at her. Watching her tits bounce as she climbed the stairs. I wanted to be behind her too, so I could see her ass and what it looked like as she climbed. I was almost dizzy. My pussy was oozing and my nipples so hard they almost hurt. Our legs brushed together as we climbed the stairs and I felt tingling as we touched. This was so much more bearable than me being the only one naked.

When we reached my clothes, Marianne bent and picked up the key card for our room that she had laid on top of my folded stockings. She straightened up and looked at me.

“Do you still think I have no courage, girl?”

I couldn”t say much of anything, since she had stripped naked just as I had. And Marianne was still naked, just as I was.

“Do you think we need these?”

Her foot was touching my clothes. This time I gasped. I never would have believed she would even think of doing what I thought she was indicating. Marianne bent down and picked up the pair of stockings I had just removed.

“I don”t think we need these, do you?”

Her hand held them over the gap in the railing on the staircase. Her fingers opened and I watched them flutter slowly down, away from us. The garter belt followed them. She bent and picked up my underpants. She grinned at me, moved her hand over the opening. I didn”t think she would, but she did. Her fingers opened and my panties fluttered away.

Marianne picked up my bra. It went over the railing. It fluttered down, out of sight. She could still wear my blouse and skirt, even if they didn”t fit her well. She picked up the skirt and unfolded it. Looking at with distaste, she held it over the opening.

“Not my style.”

The skirt, my skirt, disappeared from sight. The last was my blouse. Marianne put it on and buttoned it. I was disappointed. Surprisingly it fit fairly well. Perhaps we were more of a size than I realized. Marianne looked down at the blouse. It covered her to below her pussy and ass. She would look funny but still be covered. She looked at me and smiled.

“No courage, girl? This blouse is not me at all. Don”t you agree?”

I couldn”t speak as I watched her unbutton it and slip it off, baring her body to me all over again. I watched as her hand, holding it, went over the railing.

“No guts, huh?”

The blouse fluttered out of sight. God knows how far each item of my clothing fell, but we were naked. Gloriously naked in a hotel stairway.

Marianne took my hand and we walked up the two flights of stairs to the door at our floor. Without looking, she opened the door and ushered me through it. I stiffened because she hadn”t even looked. But she was right behind me. We had at least one hundred feet to walk to our room. One hundred feet where we could be caught naked. Marianne took my hand again and we walked down the hall as if we were fully dressed. No one was in the hall but the two of us.

Twenty-five feet from our room, the elevator bell rung and I almost stopped. Marianne pulled me along. She made me walk next to her. If we were not inside our room before people came out we could be seen. Marianne didn”t bend over or cover up; she walked as though she was dressed.

I wanted to run. I was screaming inside to hurry, hurry, hurry. I didn”t want to be seen naked again, even with her naked beside me. Marianne walked as if she was completely dressed. Each step brought us nearer to the elevator and being caught. I gasped softly as I heard the door opening. A man and a woman stepped out and turned away from us, talking and not even looking our way. I took a deep breath and glanced at Marianne. Her mouth moved as if she was going to call to the couple. I moaned and she chuckled quietly.

We reached to door to our suite and Marianne looked me up and down, gazing at my naked body. I looked at hers and blushed deeply. She kissed my cheek and slowly used the key card to open the door. Then she walked inside and turned to me. I was still in the hall, naked but for heels. Marianne smiled and then took my hand and led me inside. She led me to the window, that tall floor to ceiling window. She moved a chair in front of it and sat. I was turned so my ass was facing the window. Her legs opened and she pulled down on my hand. I went to my knees facing her. I looked at her. She nodded.

My face went down and between her legs. I kissed her pussy. Marianne”s fingers brushed through my hair, caressing me. Bent over and on my knees, my ass was up in the air and I could feel cool air on my pussy and anus. I was embarrassed at what I must look like from behind. But I ignored my feelings and licked her. I licked her pussy and then without her hands pushing me, I licked lower to her anus, her asshole.

When my tongue touched her there, she gave a deep shuddering sigh and clutched my head tighter. I knew she was loving it and knowing that I wanted her to love it more. So I licked her asshole for her. Licked and kissed it. Pressed my lips to it. Made it wet. I tried to stick my tongue up her asshole, but couldn”t. But I could stick my tongue up her pussy and I moved up and did that for her.

She was softly moaning and clutching at my head. I moved up to her clitoris and licked and sucked on it, feeling her grip get tighter. I knew she was close and I kissed and licked her there until she tensed and then spasmed. I continued to lick her clitoris and pussy until the shudders and spasms weakened. Then I lifted my head to smile at her. Marianne”s eyes were closed and she was panting.

I didn”t care that my ass was in the air in front of window. I didn”t care that hundreds of people could be watching me eat her and seeing my ass and pussy. I just wanted her to feel good. Doing that for her made me feel good as strange as it sounds.

“No sightseeing, girl. I haven”t the strength for it now. Go wash up and I will pick out clothes for you to wear home.”

I showered quickly, thinking happily about having clothes again. I dried my hair and put on makeup to look my best. When I came out of the bathroom, Marianne was sitting in front of the window in a robe. She smiled at me and pointed to the bedroom. Then she rose and walked into the bathroom. I hurried to the bedroom and gaped at the clothes. There was a bra and panties. Underneath them was a blouse and slacks. I hurriedly dressed, so happy to have something on and even underwear!

Marianne came in and motioned me out. I wanted to stay and see her naked again, but she wasn”t going to allow that. I went out and sat in the chair and looked out the window at the building across the street. I could see movement and blushed. My mind pictured me kneeling naked with my ass facing those windows. I wondered. Had someone watched me licking her? Had someone seen my bare naked ass? It made me shiver. My mind pictured people watching me lick Marianne, their eyes seeing both of us naked and me performing oral sex on her. It was a humiliating rush to see that in my mind”s eye.

Marianne came out dressed.

“The bags are packed. Call for a bellman and we”ll go downstairs for a drink or two before we leave.”

I was happy that I was going to stay clothed. I called and we waited until the bellman arrived and followed him out of the suite to the elevator. Marianne checked our bags and we went into the bar. She led me to a corner table and ordered for both of us. I was her child and not old enough to know what I wanted. We sat in companionable silence and drank, people watching. I imagined that some of the people in the bar had been across the street, looking at us earlier. I just knew that they had seen both of us naked and that made me blush.

“Why the blushes, girl?”

“I am daydreaming.”

“What about?”

“I am daydreaming that those two men over there were across the street earlier and that they watched you and I. They watched while I licked you.”

I said that very quietly. Marianne smiled at me.

“You have a vivid imagination.”

“It could be true, Marianne. They could have been watching.”

“Isn”t it more exciting to actually know that someone has seen you rather than imagining it?”

“Either way is humiliating. It”s almost worse to not know. They could be talking about me, about how dirty I was.”

“Personally, I think it”s better for you to know for sure, girl. Although it seems that the fear of being caught does something to you too. It”s rather cute.”

“I can”t help the blushing. It”s the way I am.”

“Yes, I know and it is rather cute. I enjoy that very much. Did you enjoy last night?”

“Which part? Having my clothes sold off my back or when we got back?”

“Oh, I think having your clothes sold for charity was more exciting for you. Especially the walk about the tables after you had given your all for charity. I know the waiters loved you.”

I turned a deep scarlet red. I could see they eyes of the waiters as Marianne walked me up to them naked. I could feel the heat of their eyes on me all over again. And then, when she turned me so my bare ass faced them and made me bend over for them, god I felt as though it was happening all over again. She smirked at me, watching my face heat and color. She knew me too well.

Silence enveloped us as she smirked and I couldn”t think of anything to say. We sat quietly again. No words were shared but I could almost hear what she was thinking. I knew what I was thinking. I was seeing me naked, bare ass naked, in front of those men, some even younger than me. And then Marianne turning me and telling me to bend over. And the humiliating feeling as my cheeks opened, showing my anus and pussy to them. How could she do this to me and not be somewhat ashamed too?

I sat and thought about how many people had seen me naked at her instigation over the last two weeks. There were the janitors, the mail clerks, the corporate officers, oh god, the salesman who I had known for two years. Then the men on the train, the bellmen and the room service waiters. And the charity people, who knew Marianne, well over one hundred of them, probably closer to one hundred fifty and then the waiters who served dinner last night.

Jesus, it was getting close to two hundred people who had seen me without a stitch on, in just two short weeks! I couldn”t believe, didn”t want to believe that I had done that in such a short time. I continued to daydream about what had happened and what could happen to me in the future and the familiar tingling low down in my belly began again. My nipples hardened, the treacherous shits!

It didn”t take much to arouse me anymore. I blushed again. I was sure that Marianne knew.

All to soon we had to leave. We caught a cab after we had retrieved our bags. At the station we boarded the train and Marianne wandered the cars until she found one that was empty. Amtrak did not have much business. We took seats facing each other after we stowed our bags. Before long the train was moving, taking us back to our home.

I called out, “Oooh, you are nice and moist girl, why don”t you squat down and slide a finger into that sweet snatch of yours for us.”

K lowered herself and we could see by flashlight light that she had soaked through her panties. She swayed her hips forward and back to the music of Chuck Mangione.

After several minutes of this, we guys started chanting “take them off – take them off.” K unsnapped her garters slowly while leaving her legs spread. There was a noticeable dip in her panties where her slit rubbed against the fabric. We continued to chant, “Take them off – take them off.”

At last she complied by leaning back on her elbows and raising her hips so that she could free her bottoms. Slowly and seductively, as the jazz music on her boom box played on in the background, she lowered her panties past her knees and to her ankles letting one side slide completely free. I was as hard as a rock and I was sure that the other guys were very turned on too.

Our token female witness, Kelly, commented, “You must be pretty hot girl, your pussy is dripping wet, why don”t you let the boys see you dip your finger in there?” Kelly was squirming on her stool herself and had a hand placed firmly over her own vulva through her pants.

We boys continued our encouragement, “Come on now, finger that snatch. Cum for us.”

Wordlessly, K lightly slipped her index finger into her dripping pussy and flicked the wetness over her clit. She rubbed hard above her mound with her hand leaving her pussy gaping for us to see. We all were staring intently at her glistening snatch at this point. I was dying to stroke my cock as this lewd display was driving me mad. K then placed one of her high heels on my shoulder and the other on Scott”s shoulder and increased the intensity of attention that she was giving to her snatch. Her lovely cunt was so close we could smell it and the affect was adding to the aphrodisiac affect of the whole experience.

Bob called out, “Hey, let me see some of that.”

Jay added, “Come on, man let me see.”

At this, Scott and I held K”s ankles and spread her wide so that the other three could get in between to look straight up into her splayed vagina.

The guys seemed to be getting unbelievably hot and began to step nervously from side to side or even openly rub their cocks through their pants or pockets. Kelly had actually slipped her hand inside of her jeans and was busily fingering herself as she stared with the same rapt attention as the guys at K”s sopping slit. Then K began tugging upward on her mons pubis around her furry triangle with her left hand and pushed two fingers on her right hand deep into her slit. She bucked her hips wildly and Scott and I had to hold on tight to her ankles to keep her from sliding off of us.

With my free hand, I vigorously rubbed by turgid member through my jeans until I could feel the surge that precedes orgasm. I continued forcefully stroking myself until I could feel my warm semen spurting out, soaking my briefs. As I became lost in my own orgasm, K began to moan loudly making her first utterances of the evening to announce that she was coming. I had to adjust myself so that the head of my cock didn”t completely break free of the elastic band at the top of my shorts and shoot cum all over my shirt. I came so hard that my underwear was soaked through and my discharge dripped down over my balls and into the crack of my ass.

As this was taking place, Kelly”s eyes glazed and she began breathing quickly and deeply. Jay was the first brave one to actually open his fly to pull out his raging hard cock.

Kelly focused her flashlight on his member and teased, “Come on Jay, blow your wad, let me see the cum pump out of your hot cock.” K likewise focused on watching Jay tug and stroke his stiff member.

After what seemed in this surreal atmosphere to be hours, Jay leaned back and rasped, “This is for you, ladies.” He then began to shoot big ropey strands of cum which blasted forth towards K”s spread snatch with some splashing onto her thigh. At this K thrashed her hips and fiercely inserted her fingers deeply into her wetness and shrieked out. I swear that she came so hard that she actually squirted. Everyone was mesmerized by the scene; Bob came in his pants shortly after Jay came all over.

Scott actually reached over and squeezed one of Kelly”s tits through her blouse as she was reaching orgasm and hissed, “You”re feeling pretty good aren”t you Kelly? I bet you wish it was you up on that bench with your pussy spread wide.”

Kelly did not protest but rather was completely unable to stop herself from sliding fingers in and out of her sloppy snatch. The guys turned to watch as her hand was working away inside her pants as she frantically frigged herself. She leaned her head back, closed her eyes, squeezed her legs tight around her hand and moaned and then she was gone.

Scott, the only male who had not yet shot his load, asked K, “So Ms. K, would you like to see me spurt my cum on you?”

She nodded her head yes.

Bob took Scott”s place holding K”s leg and all of us turned our lights on Scott”s cock as he worked his shaft, the end of which was already glistening in pre-cum. I, for one, was getting hard again as I watched Scott approach orgasm.

Scott teased Kelly, who was coming to from her ecstasy, “Hey Kelly, I thought you liked seeing cocks, don”t you want to watch me cum?”

She looked on with a satisfied grin and K was at this point tugging on her little hairy triangle gently restimulating her clitoris with her swollen inner lips fully exposed for all to admire.

K gestured to Scott by rubbing her hand on her belly for Scott to shoot his cum onto her stomach. Scott stepped forward, rested his balls on her hand with which she was working her clit and blasted a hot wad of cum all over her stomach. K reached her left hand down and pulled a glob of his gooey spunk under her mask and apparently into her mouth based on the sucking sounds she was making. With her right hand, she continued to massage her mound.

This unexpected show by Jay and then Scott in addition to K”s reaction to it got the rest of us going again. My penis had regained an erect stature and now I was hoping the ladies might pay it some attention.

I blurted out, “Do we have time for one more?”

I got some looks and then Jay said, “Hey, Brad wants to blast one. Go ahead big guy, drop your pants and let”s see your stuff.”

Then I said, “Before I do, don”t you think this is kind of unfair – with poor K being the only girl showing her pink. Shouldn”t Kelly show hers?”

Kelly was outnumbered by the enthusiastic males who wanted to see her snatch. Lascivious murmuring broke out all around. Kelly seemed pensive.

I said, “Come on now Kelly, you showed your tits at the mall but the guys are showing their dicks. When you agreed to be in our club, you knew that this would be tit-for-tat so to speak.”

She looked very nervous and did not speak for a few seconds. She didn”t want to be a killjoy, but also was not totally comfortable with dropping her pants in the dark building that we had sort of broken into.

Then Jay said, “Come on Kelly, you got to see me blow a wad, fair is fair.”

Finally she replied, “Well…, I”ll do it on condition that Bob join Brad in dropping his pants since I haven”t seen his cock yet. I want to see his black dick spurt a nice big load. I want to see if black dicks are as big as they say there are.”

Immediately Scott, Jay and I chanted, “Bobby, Bobby, Bobby.” He shrugged and slowly began to toy with the fly of his jeans as we continued chanting for several minutes, “Bobby, Bobby, Bobby.”

Jay said to him, “You”re the man, Bobby!”

The chanting of “Bobby, Bobby, Bobby,” continued until Bob unzipped and began lowering his pants allowing his sizable black shaft to stand at attention in the midst of our flashlight light.

I looked over to Kelly and said, “Now let”s get those panties down, Kelly.”

Kelly dropped her jeans down to her ankles but left her panties on and then said, “I”m not doing the panties until you show me your hard dick too, Brad. So far you have been all talk. I want to see your cock and you balls Mr. Hot Shot.”

“All right, one second,” I said and then I dropped my trousers and briefs to my ankles as I maintained eye contact with Kelly. “Is that better?”

As I stood dick in hand, I noticed that Bob”s cock was a little bit longer than my own which is a respectable 6 inches and thick. Bob”s large black member was a wonder to behold – at least that was the impression one would reach based on the salacious grin on Kelly”s face. The head of his cock was the size of a large plum and it was slick with the aftermath of the cum-bath he”d given himself when he lost a load in his pants earlier.

Kelly was backed up against the bench opposite K observing with great interest as Bob and I worked our tools. Once Kelly”s panties were down at her ankles she said, “I know you boys like to look at pussy, but maybe K likes to see too. K, do you want to see another woman”s pussy?”

K nodded a vigorous affirmative.

Kelly then said, “Back off boys, it is ladies before gentlemen”. She then stepped out of her panties and hopped up on the bench facing K still with her legs together. Once up on the bench, she very slowly and carefully spread her legs. All eyes were looking towards her snatch as she helped let it open like the petals on a flower with her fingers. While staring toward our anonymous guest in her mask, she said, “It is pretty hot to see another woman”s hot pussy isn”t it, K?”

K nodded yes and then inserted three fingers into her own snatch.

We all studied Kelly”s wonderful pussy and I noted that it was quite different than K”s. Kelly had a full bush of brown hair above and beside her pussy lips. Between Kelly”s vulva, her inner lips, while not as large as K”s, were swollen and glistening and her clitoris stood up prominently. It made my cock twitch to know that she knew I was staring at her open snatch and that she was taking in a good long look at my throbbing manhood.

As Kelly opened her vagina with the index and middle finger of her right hand, she said to me and Bob, “All right boys get over here and stroke those cocks. I want to see you cum.”

Frankly, I wanted her to see me cum too. I hoped that if I couldn”t bury my meat in her beautiful snatch that I could at least maneuver so that I could ejaculate on it. As Bob and I became consumed with our act we became aware of the intensity of K and the other guys looking over our shoulders.

An idea came to me and I said, “You know Kelly, if you sat over next to K, you and K could both watch us cum, would you like that K?”

K nodded yes.

Seeing that K wanted a better look at our cocks, Kelly got up and sat next to K. Once seated, they both spread their pussies wide. I thought I was in heaven. I stood between Kelly”s legs with Bob. Jay and Scott stood between K”s legs. The scene was too much for Jay and Scott and they too dropped their pants.

No one spoke. The guys just stared at the spread pussies in front of them and the women stared at the stiff cocks in front of them.

I lubed my shaft with some of the globs of cum that I had spurted into my pants earlier and looked on in reverence at Kelly”s hot sopping snatch. It was exquisite agony to not be able to just walk up to her and slide my cock into her. Bob and I each put a hand on the fleshy skin of Kelly”s inner thighs to hold her legs open wide. Jay and Scott were doing likewise with K. K and Kelly used a free hand to illuminate our cocks with their flashlights – the rest of us had placed the other flashlights on the floor facing up so that we would free up our hands for other things.

Kelly was entranced watching Bob”s massive black cock. Bob worked his hand up and down over his rigid pole while staring into Kelly”s face until he moaned, “Here I cum, baby,” and sent big globs of semen into the air towards her snatch.

Kelly reacted to this by bucking her hips and moaning, “I”m going to cum, Oh, I”m going to cum.”

At this I announced, “I am going to shoot my load for you Kelly. Here it comes.”

As Kelly began losing control, I laid my cock against her fleshy inner thigh and started to cum. I surprised myself with the intensity of my orgasm after having so recently soaked my pants with my first one. I didn”t produce much jism, but my climax was incredibly intense.

At this point there was cum flying everywhere and the ladies” were frenetically slipping greased fingers in and out of their slits and around their distended clits.

Scott asked K, “Can I blow my cum into your pussy?”

She said nothing but mashed her breasts together to indicate an alternative. Then K got off of the bench and kneeled in front of Scott so that he could slide the blue head of his manhood between her sweet, plump mammaries.

He stroked up and down over a dozen times until he locked his hips and squeezed K”s breasts around his spasming, spurting cock. Jay, enticed by the scene, shot his load on K”s mask, leaving it dripping.

It wasn”t until we all came that we realized that we would be leaving quite a telltale mess if we were to simply leave now. We all pulled ourselves together and found some paper towels to clean up the mess. After some moments of confusion, we quietly filtered into the hallway and relocked the lab door – the clock read 3:35am as we shuffled quietly down the hall towards the back door.

K stayed back and I whispered as I passed, “I”ll be emailing you all soon about our next event.” With this said, we all quietly filed out into the night …

To be continued…

Bridgett replied, “Well K, as you call her, and I went to High School together. We had some classes together and have been friends since. We”ve stayed in touch over the years. We were even in each others weddings. She asked me not to tell you her name and the deal is that I”ll do the talking for her.”

We drank and chatted with Bridgett until we started to get a bit of a buzz. Finally it was Scott who spoke up and said, “So what”s the deal? We just gonna drink?”

K gestured for Bridgett to come over and they slipped into the bathroom to converse privately. K apparently still did not want us to hear her voice. When they emerged from the bathroom a few minutes later, Bridgett began to speak. She began, “Ok, boys. K tells me that you owe her a favor. Apparently you took advantage of her the other night and now she wants to return the favor.” Then she turned to the boom box that K had brought to the chemistry lab the other night. She played some jazz music – I didn”t know who it was as I”m not up on that. Then she faced us and said, “You boys line up and sit on the bed facing the bathroom. All of you except Brad. Brad, you come with me.” She then started towards the bathroom. “You boys, strip down to your briefs. I”ll be back.”

Bridgett and I entered the bathroom and it was then that I was to discover her devious plan. She had what appeared to be K”s fishnet stockings, garter, panties, bra and high heels. She wanted me to wear that stuff! I couldn”t believe it. So this is what K meant by suffering a little. I sure as hell didn”t want to wear women”s underwear – this was humiliating.

Bridgett said, “Ok now, come out wearing this stuff, we want the others to see what kind of a man you are.” I was weirded out and anything but horny at the prospect of embarrassing myself in front of everyone. Anyway, I figured that I would at least stall a bit and listen to see what was going on outside. I stripped down to my underwear as I presumed the guys had done out in the other room and then I listened.

I overheard Bridgett telling the others, “Ok now, K wants you boys to stand up.” I heard them moving around and then I heard Bridgett say, “Hmm, that”s good…. We”ll have to work on that one.”

I was dying of curiosity so I slipped out of the bathroom to see what was happening. K tapped Bridgett on the shoulder and she gave me a scolding look. “Brad, you aren”t supposed to be out here like that. You get back in there and get those clothes on or this party is over!”

I protested, “Why don”t we just forget about that part? Can”t we forget about that?”

Bridgett replied, “This is our show. You are to do as you are instructed. Don”t come out until you are wearing your outfit.”

I went back in to the bathroom and began the painful task of putting on the women”s underwear. I slipped into the panties, stockings and garter. I debated wearing the bra as that felt really odd. If it wasn”t for that fact that I was dying to know what was happening and had the anticipation that these women were going to get me off, I would not have gone through with it. There was no way my size 12 feet were going to fit into the shoes so I left them aside.

“How are you doing in there, Brad?” Bridgett called out.

“I”m feeling pretty fucking strange, thank you.”

She added, “Come on out here and show yourself. Your friends seem to be up for it. I hear they like to see women stripping.”

“You must be kidding! What a laugh!”

“Just come out here.”

I sheepishly came out of the bathroom, looking in my opinion, totally ridiculous.

As soon as I entered the room, the guys laughed out loud. Bob said, “You stupid fuck, look at you!”

Scott added, “Dude, you”re really lucky you aren”t female, you are totally sorry, my man.”

Then Bridgett said, “You don”t like wearing that stuff do you?”

“No ma”am. This is probably the most embarrassing moment of my life.” I replied.

K stepped forward with what appeared to be a digital camera and snapped a picture of me in my glorious idiocy. I felt really, really stupid and ashamed.

“Shit – what are you doing!?” I sputtered. “Don”t take my picture! This is totally fucking ridiculous!”

Scott quipped, “You, the man. Dumb ass.”

Bob added in disdain, “Get your sorry ass out of here you fucking gay-bait mother fuck.”

Bridgett replied, “OK, Brad, we just wanted to humble you a little and prove a point. I think your friends realize who”s in charge here. K wants you to know that she calls the shots. In case you forget that, this photograph should remind you. We will use it if we need to use it. Now take that stuff off. I want to see your cock.”

I felt only slightly less embarrassed now to take the clothing off than I had felt putting it on in the first place. I wanted to take everything off – there was no thrill for me in women”s underwear, I wanted to disassociate from that whole episode. I hoped these bitches would be satisfied now that they had humiliated me in front of Bob and Scott. From the looks of the bulges in their trunks, (in Bob”s case the head of his cock had escaped from the top of his boxers) Bridgett had been effective in teasing them thus far.

I was happy to get this women”s underwear off of me as soon as I could manage it. I took off the bra, then the garter and hose. At last I was standing in just the panties. I took a deep breath and then shed the panties. I was partly erect and partly limp as I was somewhat turned on from being the center of attention to Bridgett and K but still somewhat revolted at having had on K”s undergarments. As I stood there in front of my club buddies and these two women I was feeling pretty strange.

K gestured for Bridgett to come over to her and then whispered something into her ear.

After a few moments, Bridgett separated from K and came over to me. “K doesn”t think you”re very hard. She likes her cocks hard. What do you think we can do about that?”

I stammered, “Well, you could touch it or something.”

Bridgett replied, “Actually I know that young men such as yourself are usually quite adept at getting hard with a little help from Rosy Palmer.” Then she reached over to K and K handed her a bottle of lotion. “Open your hand.”

I opened my hand and she squirted a dollop of lotion into it.

“All right now stroke your shaft. Get that creamy lotion all over your shaft. Make the head of your cock nice and shiny with the lube.”

I grabbed my cock and began to pump it in my hand. K and Bridgett were very attentive to my actions. The guys though not as intent, appeared to be intrigued as well by how these ladies were getting me to do whatever they wanted. “How is that, Bridgett? Is it hard enough for you now?” I asked.

“Hmm, let me see,” she coyly responded as she took a step forward. She brought her face down to within inches of my cock to give me an up-close inspection. She then leaned back with her camera poised and said, “I”d say, its getting there. Why don”t you lean back on the bed and keep on working your meat for us.”

I willingly complied as that telltale feeling was beginning to come into my balls that told me it wouldn”t be long before I discharged a big sloppy load of semen.

Bridgett looked over to Bob and Scott and asked, “Should we let him cum?”

Scott said, “You better let him, he looks like he needs to blow.”

Bob added, “Yeah, I don”t think our boy can handle old Rosy.”

At that Bridgett said, “Well, Brad, I guess you have my permission to do what you need to do.”

As soon as she said that, K stepped over and replaced my hand with hers and placed her other hand on my balls and began to cup and rub my balls as she squeezed her fingers around my glans and then rubbed up and down on my shaft. Bridgett aimed the camera lens at the head of my cock and sat by just inches from me. Moments into this, I blasted a hot stream of cum with the first shots blasting up so hard that I got some of it onto the cover of the bedspread.

At this point, Bob and Scott were interested in getting in on the action. Bob said, “If you ladies liked that, you”ll definitely like a man with a real cock.”

Scott added, “You wouldn”t mind helping a poor guy like me to cum like old Brad would you?”

Bridgett began, “Ok guys, get those cocks out and let me see them.”

Bob pulled his boxers down to let his big shaft spring free. Likewise Scott pulled down his briefs exposing his very excited shaft.

Bridgett said, “K, you were right, this is fun… My, my, Bob. What a big piece of manhood you have. Do you mind if I touch it?”

Bob grunted, “You can touch it, but maybe you”d rather feel it inside you?”

Meanwhile K had wrapped one hand around Scott”s balls and was massaging them while stroking up and down on his shaft with the other hand.

Bridgett then reached over and put her hand around Bob”s shaft. “I don”t think I could get this big thing inside me. My husband wouldn”t like me to do that. Let”s just play with it and see what it”s got in it.” Her hand was barely big enough to reach around it. His big bulbous glans was beginning to drip out a clear globule of pre-cum.

Just as the ladies were getting a good rhythm started, K let go and gestured to Bridgett that she wanted to say something. The two released the rigid cocks and got up and walked into the bathroom and closed the door. Both guys looked highly annoyed at the cessation of their hand jobs. I think they were tempted to finish themselves off and yet eager to see what the ladies had in mind.

Bridgett emerged from the bathroom alone and she said, “Guys, you seem so nice and hard that K wants to thank you for letting us play with your cocks. She is taking her pants and panties off for you. She will be out here in a minute to let you see her. She asks that you don”t touch your cocks. She wants you to save your cum a little while longer.”

Scott and Bob were visibly moved by this proposal. Bob started to thrust his hips so that the head of his dick was slapping against his stomach. Scott likewise was moving his hips around and his turgid cock was visibly red with a purplish tint to its head.

In a few more moments, K emerged from the bathroom as promised, wearing nothing but her mask. Her inner lips were glistening and puffed out past her bald vulva – only a small triangular tuft of orange colored hair above her clit separated her from complete baldness. It was awesome to see her in the light; our previous show was in the dimness of flashlight light. Her pink nipples were hard and her large round globes looked wonderfully touchable. She moved to the bed opposite the boys and sat down. Upon sitting she spread her thighs and opened her pussy with her fingers with long fingernails painted a bright red.

Since K didn”t speak, Bridgett did. She mused rhetorically, “K, you really are horny aren”t you? I guess you figured the boys might like seeing some pussy.” She then addressed Scott and Bob, “Boys, K thinks you should have something to lube those stiff cocks with.” Bridgett then sat where she could get a good view of the pitifully aroused Scott and Bob. As she sat, she squeezed her thighs and released her thighs in a rhythmic manner which appeared to be bringing her close to orgasm herself. She held the camera at the ready, though she seemed quite distracted with the heat in her own loins.

K took three fingers and inserted them into her slickness. She pulled them out and took the wetness over to Scott. She wrapped her slickened hand around his shaft and cupped his balls with her other hand. Scott leaned back and grunted. He then thrust his hips to increase the friction against K”s hand and after a few thrusts began to unload a sloppy stream of semen through her fingers and onto his stomach and chest. As Bridgett”s camera flashed repeatedly, K scooped up a puddle of Scott”s cum and smeared it all over his shaft. Bob looked on with great anticipation. I thought he might cum before K got back to him.

Upon finishing Scott, K moved over in front of Bob. She grabbed the base of his shaft and touched the bulbous head of his cock to her slit. She didn”t let him penetrate her but rubbed his member so that the underside of his glans and shaft were shiny with her slickness. She then kneeled in front of him and squeezed her plump mammaries around his painfully erect shaft. He bucked towards her several times before unloading a giant blast of cock sauce into her cleavage. Once he was done, K stood and then gestured again to Bridgett to follow her into the bathroom.

K and Bridgett conferred again in the bathroom as Scott and Bob lay back enjoying the afterglow of their orgasms. In a few moments, K emerged with the semen washed off of her chest. Bridgett then faced me and said, “K needs you to finish what has been started here. You are to lie on your back on the bed so that you can eat her out.”

I quickly lay back on the bed so that my calves were dangly over the end. K approached and straddled me, moistening my spent cock with her juices. She then shifted herself by walking on her knees until her snatch was inches from my mouth. I gazed up at this slippery pink spectacle in awe. Her clitoris was sticking out like a small finger and her pee hole and vagina was larger than life as it was suspended just inches before my eyes. Being ever the exhibitionist, she let me have a long, close look at her wares before she gently placed her hands behind my head and lifted my lips towards her womanhood.

Right before I made contact, Bridgett who had slipped in behind me, snapped a picture. Then K pressed my lips into the folds of her vagina.

From my chin to my upper lip, I was covered by her sweet warm wetness. It was almost a struggle to breathe as I let my tongue explore her muskiness. I easily found the entrance to K”s vagina and let my tongue extend as deeply as it could. She pulled at the back of my head as I did my work. After several minutes of this, she began to buck wildly and I felt the muscles of her vagina spasm around my tongue. As I pulled away, Bridgett took more pictures.

After this was finished, K and Bridgett retreated yet again to the bathroom. Bridgett emerged at long last and stated, “Well, boys, I want to thank you for your presentation. K was right that you are a very compliant group of young men. The party is over. We”d like you to take what is left of the beer. Go and enjoy the rest of your evening. Thank you for coming.” K, now fully dressed, and Bridgett stood by the door indicating that it was time for us to go.

We stumbled to find our clothing which was strewn about the room. After hastily getting dressed, I took what was left of the 12 pack of Budweiser and Bob grabbed the remaining Colt 45. We sauntered out said our goodbyes. Scott turned to K and said, “What was your name again?”

Bridgett looked at him coyly and said, “Nice try. Have a good evening.”

I looked towards K and asked, “Can you email me the pictures.”

She shrugged noncommittally.

As we departed, we discussed the evening and decided it would be a great to head back to school and finish off the beer. We got a pretty good buzz going by the time we finished off the beer later that night around midnight. We talked about scoping out all of the faculty and staff at the college to see who was divorced on staff. K might be staff or she might have an ex who was still on staff. We really didn”t know, but it was killing us to still not know who she was. Among other things, the subject of driving Amy for her mooning stunt eventually came up.

I asked Scott, “So, you heard from Amy?”

“Dude, she wrote something about meeting me to make sure my car was all right and how she didn”t want me to break down with her pants down.”

We all three got a good laugh at imagining that scenario.

“Well, did you meet her yet?” I asked.

He answered, “Not yet. I”ll hook up with her in the next day or two. That would be some funny shit though, if my car broke down while her ass is hanging out the window.”

We eventually finished our beer and parted ways.

As the week wore on, I checked with Scott to make sure he and Amy had worked out the logistics of the mid-day mooning expedition.

Finally the day arrived when the deed was to be done. We gathered in front of the Dining Hall – we ended up buying a disposable camera as none of us had a digital or Polaroid. Right past noon, Scott”s old Chevy puttered up the hill in front of the Dining area. A few other students had gathered; I suppose wondering what we knew that they didn”t. One guy asked if we were waiting for something and others glanced over their shoulders as they passed. I told the guy to wait and see.

Then at last, there they were. Amy”s ass was hanging out into the cold air. Her asshole and cunt were visible as she went by. Scott intentionally slowed down as he climbed the hill with his car. Jay snapped a picture or two as he came by. He actually ran along the curb for a few steps to try to get another shot. I think Amy was getting nervous that Scott was going to stop. She shrieked out, “If you stop, I”ll fucking kill you, you son of a bitch.”

Scott calmly replied, “Settle down girl, I”m just giving them their money”s worth. Unless you plan to give me a private show, I want the pictures to come out.”

“You son of a bitch! What fucking pictures!?!” she screamed. As they topped the hill she pulled her freezing ass back into the car and rolled up the window.

A number of students who had gathered around were saying stuff like, “Holy shit, did you see that!?”

“I think I know that guy who was driving. I think he”s in my Humanities class.”

“Who do you think the chick was?”

“I don”t know, but she has a nice ass.”

As Scott and Amy rolled out of sight, I thought to myself; that was excellent. I planned to go to the administrative office to scope out the secretaries and to get a class listing that we would work down to check on all of the professors listed in it – maybe one of them was K or had recently divorced her. I”d find out, that”s for sure. Now back to thinking about what we would do next. Thanksgiving break was coming soon and then only a few weeks later would be Christmas break. What to do. What to do…

To be continued…