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Clare was your normal teenage girl. She indulged in clothes and went crazy for all the pop stars and all. And because of this, nobody would have guessed or even believed what had happened to her a few months ago. Though she had a curvaceous body, nobody really fantasized about her as they saw her as prude and wouldn’t be into these things.

It all started that Sunday evening. Clare had gone to a class gathering at a restaurant. The day was pretty hot and Clare decided to wear something light and comfortable. Searching through her wardrobe, Clare emerged with a white cotton tank top and a pair of denim shorts. Dressing hurriedly as she was late, Clare was out of the house in less than a minute. However, she had just left the house and was on her way to the restaurant when the skies opened up and rained heavily, leaving her soaked, cold, and upset.

Arriving at the restaurant, she saw that everybody was seated and were waiting for her. Spying a seat beside Brian, she gratefully plunked down into the seat, the impact making her breast bounce, catching the attention of Brian. Glancing to his side to talk to Clare, Brian found himself unable to control his gaze, as his line of sight kept moving down towards her tits. Her tank top was completely soaked through and the air conditionings of the place combined with the rain made her nipples erect and were clearly visible. The tank top was completely soaked through and was sticking to her skin and Brian caught an eyeful of her big round tits. The temptation however, did not end there. Dropping her cutlery on the floor, she bent down to pick it up and Brian was offered an unrestricted view of her cleavage and a nipple, as it played peek-a-boo with the lace of her bra. Brian was thankful that he was sitting down as he was having an erection and when Clare bent down even lower and the denim stretched over her tight ass, Brian almost lost control of himself.

That was how it all started. After that incident, Brian could not forget about the day at the restaurant and he would find himself fantasizing about her naked whenever she was in sight. Clare however, knew of what he felt about her. She had known it from the day at the restaurant when his gaze kept dropping to her tits and she had purposely dropped her cutlery on the floor to tease him. It was not conventional however, for a girl to just go up to a guy and say, “I want you to fuck me” and so, she had to keep her emotions under wraps.

As hard as it was to not concentrate on getting laid, Clare couldn’t help it. Just talking to Brian would elicit a thought from her mind that this was the guy that wanted to screw her and she would begin to get wet. In addition to that, she would have wet dreams about Brian and in short, Clare could no longer take it anymore.

Then one day, as luck would have it, the both of them were stuck with councilor duties. They had been instructed to do some packing and stocktaking and the both of them were alone in an empty room. At first, the atmosphere was a bit iced and neither of them talked to each other for the first few minutes. As time passed, the boredom of the job at hand moved them to talk to each other to rid of the boredom. However, the teacher dropped in on them and their conversation was cut short. Resuming their work, Brian proceeded to place a box on a shelf above Clare and in the process, accidentally rubbed his dick into her while also getting a full view of the tits that were so irresistible. He was about to move away to tend to the other stuff when he felt Clare grind her ass into his dick. The sensation made Brian’s erection even harder as Clare now ground into him fully, leaning onto him for support. The two of them were fucking each other in their clothes, oblivious to everything around them. After a while, Brian stopped the two of them as he was about to cum and he didn’t want to do that in his pants. Moving to the door, Clare closed and locked it. Sitting down on a chair, she pulled her skirt up and showed Brian the wet spot that had nearly soaked through to her skirt.

Bending down over her, Brian pulled off her panties as he began to lick and suck on her clit. The sensation in itself was already heavenly for Clare as she closed her eyes and squeezed her thighs together, feeling the semblance of an orgasm begin to come over her as Brian continued to play with her clit. Stopping the oral stimulation, Brian inserted a finger into her cunt that was obviously virgin as it was very tight and Clare suddenly gripped Brian’s arm tightly as the pain washed through her. Fucking her with his finger, Brian could feel Clare begin to respond as she squeezed his finger with her cunt muscles as wave after wave of orgasm washed through her.

Exchanging positions with her, Brian undid his pants and Clare automatically lowered her soft velvety mouth onto Brian. Now without clothing, Clare took Brian’s hand in hers and placed them on top of her tits and kneaded them, as if telling Brian what to do. Not needing another hint, Brian began to play with those beautiful breasts of Clare’s and also her erected nipples, making her breaths come in short gasps. Though she had never had head before, Clare did not feel like an amateur. Her tongue was doing wonders to him as she bobbed her head on his member. Feeling himself come close, Brian let go of her tits as he grabbed her head and made her come down on him faster and faster till he finally came and shot his load into her mouth. Clare could not swallow it fast enough and some of it dripped from her full pout lips making her look like a cockhound.

Unable to control himself, Brian laid Clare down on the table with her legs dangling from the table edge and her nipples rubbing against the linoleum of the table. Grabbing her by the waist firmly, Brian inserted his member into her, watching her pussy take him in bit by bit. Right from the get and go, Brian could tell that Clare was multi-orgasmic and as he began to thrust hard inside of her, Clare had had already at least three orgasms. Thrusting into her, Brian would never forget the view of his dick disappearing into her tight ass and cunt and he could actually feel Clare’s cunt contract around him as she cunt was stretched to its limits to accommodate him. Moving faster into her now, Clare gasped hard and her breaths were irregular as she neared orgasm. Grabbing the sides of the table, she cried out as the both of them came at the same time and she could feel his searing liquid deep inside of her.

Dazed at the experience, the two of them sat there for a few moments before coming to their senses and they left the room hurriedly before anyone discovered them.

Prologue: While camping alone in northwestern Montana, Ben accidentally brushed his penis on the leaves of a poison huckleberry bush when he went out of his tent to urinate during the night. Poison huckleberry causes intense itching but no visible rash, and it is not transmissible from one person to another. By daybreak he was in intense discomfort and could hardly refrain from scratching his penis so hard that he nearly made it raw. He quickly drove to a nearby hospital he had passed the evening before, urgently needing relief from the itching. The hospital happened to house a nurse training program.

After being admitted, Ben was given the choice of receiving injections to control the itching, or to have an experimental anti-itch cream applied topically by hand. He opted for the manual treatment method, but had been told by the nurse manager that if he appeared to be too uncomfortable with the manual application, or by the sexual arousal it may cause, he would be switched to injections. The student nurses had been told that if the patient became distressed or complained or became demanding, they were to report his behavior so that an injection regimen could be implemented. So, Ben resolved to pretend to be reasonably comfortable and agreeable, no matter now intense the sexual frustration caused by the frequent manual treatments.

Upon admission Ben had signed an agreement to allow his condition to be used for teaching and educational purposes in exchange for receiving free medical care. Because he couldn’t refrain from scratching during sleep as well as while awake, his hands were restrained by wristbands attached to cords tied to the head of his bed, resulting in his being unable to reach below his chest. To avoid even the slightest abrasion by bed sheets, and to prevent the accidental absorption of his medication by the sheets, he had to be kept unclothed and uncovered, so his genitals were in the open air at all times. For this reason, he was placed in a private room.

At the time of this episode involving Hayley, Ben had been in the hospital for four days and had become extremely horny. Several student nurses rotated duty in applying his treatment every few hours, or when he rang his call button when the itching became uncomfortable. The nurses had been instructed by the nurse manager to not concern themselves with patients’ sexual needs; their duty is solely to administer the prescribed medical treatment. They have also been told to not permit Ben to masturbate, since this would diminish the chemical effectiveness of the drug being applied topically to his penis.

Due to the unusual location of his dermatological condition, which was limited to but extending the full length of the shaft of his penis, the nurse training administrator had a special interest in using his condition for teaching purposes. His presence in the hospital was attracting much attention among the female nursing staff and students, perhaps partially because Ben’s erect penis is eleven inches long.

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Student nurse Hayley was on duty from 11pm to 7am on the night reported in this episode. Ben awoke about 2am, his penis itching intensely, preventing him from returning to sleep. Reluctantly, he pressed his call button. Ben wasn’t sure how much more sexual frustration he could tolerate. He only knew the itching had to be stopped.

Hayley arrived at his bedside in less than a minute. She was 20 years old, medium height and slender build, a sweet temperament, dark hair, white, smooth skin -- and large, soft, stunningly beautiful breasts. Hayley seemed to enjoy putting her breasts on display by wearing half-cup low-cut bras and letting the top few buttons of the blouse of her uniform be unbuttoned, especially when she worked night shift. Ben suspected that she loosened a couple of extra buttons when she came by herself to administer his treatments; when she was accompanied by other nurses, her blouse was buttoned all the way to the top. Despite being something of a tease, she cared deeply for the comfort of her patients.

“Itching getting to you, Ben?” she asked as she squeezed a dollop of the viscous anti-itch cream into the palm of her right hand.

“Yeah, I can’t get back to sleep,” Ben answered. “Sorry to bother you in the middle of the night.” He squirmed from the intense itching of his penis.

“No problem, it’s my job,” Hayley answered, professionally. “I like to help my patients feel better.” Ben’s seven-inch flaccid penis rested heavily on his thigh. Haley picked it up with her slickened hand, glanced at the second-hand of her watch, and began the 60-second treatment, consisting of rubbing the cream into the skin of his shaft with long slow firm strokes. Some nurses applied the cream with their fingertips; Hayley preferred to wrap her hand around it and pump up and down, up over his corona and back down to the base. Ben’s penis quickly achieved its 11-inch erect stature.

“I’m sorry I always get a har . . , er, I mean an erection. But I can’t help it. It’s kinda embarrassing,” Ben said, trying to keep his mind off Hayley’s stroking hand.

“Don’t worry about that at all, Ben. I’m a professional nurse, or at least I will be one soon,” replied Hayley. “I’m only here to administer your medical treatment. Don’t think of this as a sexual situation. Anyway, you’re a healthy young man, and your reaction is completely natural.” She continued the treatment nonchalantly, glancing at her wrist watch to check the time. Thirty seconds to go.

Like the other nurses who administered his treatment every couple of hours, Hayley was secretly intrigued by the size of his member. “I suppose it’s not very professional of me to say so, Ben, but you certainly have a magnificent organ – outstanding, if you’ll pardon the pun! Your girlfriends must have a lot of fun with it.”

“Uh, well, I don’t have much luck with girls,” Ben replied, trying to remain calm while Hayley continued to stroke. “I never know what to say.”

Ten seconds to go. Ben felt an orgasm approaching and tried to remain completely calm and motionless, hoping that Hayley would not notice that he was about to come so he could finally get relief after four days of tormet. Five seconds. Two seconds . .

“There, that does it,” Hayley said matter-of-factly, stopping her stroking only seconds before Ben would have spurted. She kept her first wrapped tightly at the base of his throbbing shaft, feeling it pulse in her hand. “Feels like you got close, Ben. This must be very frustrating for you.” She kept her hand tightly around his shaft, longer than may have been necessary. Ben assumed that she was simply feeling his pulse in a clinical, objective way.

“It is,” affirmed Ben, trying to sound relaxed. “But I’m getting used to it,” he lied. Despite the intense frustration of having his ejaculation halted just before it began, the excitement of being brought to the brink of orgasm by a beautiful, buxom nurse’s hands was more enjoyable that the frustration was unbearable.

Hayley’s voice softened as she wiped the excess medicated cream from her hand, looked from his pulsing penis to his face. “I really wish I could do something for you, Ben. I feel so bad for you. Is there anything I can do to help you feel better?” As she spoke, she leaned toward his face and fluffed up his pillow. The cleavage of the tops of her breasts was directly in front of his face.

Ben could think of nothing but those breasts, but tried to avert his gaze to retain a bit of dignity.

Noticing his struggle to politely avoid staring at her chest, Hayley said, “Ben, I notice you seem to like looking at my breasts. If it would help you feel better, I could unbutton my top so you could see them better. Or would that just make you more frustrated?”

“I would like that. Thanks for caring about how I feel. I really appreciate it. It seems like some of the other nurses just like to torment me.”

Hayley slowly unbuttoned her blouse, from top to bottom, watching Ben’s face as she did so. Halfway down, she paused. “Should I stop, or would you like for me to continue?” she asked.

“Please go on,” replied Ben, his eyes riveted on her chest.

When the last button was undone, she slowly pulled apart the sides of her blouse, revealing two bulging beautiful mounds, supported by a too-small half-cup underwire bra. The tops of her large dark nipples were clearly visible through the thin opaquely transparent material comprising the upper part of her bra. After a moment of letting Ben’s hungry eyes feast on the display, she looked down at herself, saying, “Oops! Looks like I should have worn a less revealing bra tonight. This one doesn’t leave much to the imagination, I’m afraid. I hope this is not too frustrating for you, Ben.”

“No, I’m feeling ok. Your breasts are absolutely beautiful. I really appreciate your letting me look at them.” Ben knew that if he showed too much discomfort and frustration, Hayley might cover herself up or, worse, report his behavior, which could cause the nurse manager to switch him to the injection treatment. Despite the intense congestion in his groin caused by the arousing view, he tried not to appear uncomfortable.

“Well, since there’s not much left to show, I could go ahead and take off my bra. Would you like that?” Hayley offered. “My intention is to help you feel better, not to make you feel worse. So you must tell me if you’d prefer that I cover myself up.”

“No, I’m fine,” Ben lied, his voice husky with erotic tension. “I think seeing your breasts might help distract me from my discomfort.”

Hayley unhooked her bra in the front, slowly letting the cups separate slightly.

“Last chance,” offered Hayley. “Just tell me if seeing me topless would be too hard for you – oh, I’m sorry – a slip of the tongue,” she chuckled, glancing down at his jutting penis.

Ben could now see the deep cleavage between her soft globes, as well as the curved bottoms of her breasts. The partially separated bra cups just covered her nipples and some surrounding skin. He stared shamelessly.

“Go ahead,” he urged. “I’d like to see the rest.”

Hayley slowly parted her bra, revealing her nipples a fraction of an inch at a time. She kept her eyes focused on his as he watched her becoming naked. She teased him like this for what seemed like several minutes of aching anticipation.

Ben nearly gasped as her full breasts and dark puffy nipples finally came into complete view. With a shrug of her shoulders she dropped her blouse and bra on the bed, leaving her completely topless. She let him gaze at her naked breasts for several moments.

“Are you OK, Ben? Do you want me to cover up?”

“No, I’d like to look for awhile. I’m sorry to stare at you. It’s just that you’re so beautiful. I don’t mean to embarrass you,” Ben responded.

“Actually, I kind of like being appreciated. I’m not embarrassed, so you don’t need to be either. Stare at my breasts as much as you want,” she invited. She sat down on the edge of his bed and extended her arm across his body to support her weight. Her right breast swung to the side, lightly touching the head of his still-throbbing penis.

“Oh, I’m sorry, Ben,” Hayley giggled softly. “I didn’t mean to touch you that way.”

“No problem,” Ben replied. “You’ve had your hands all over me, so it’s OK to touch me with other parts of your body, too.”

Taking Ben’s response as permission, Hayley moved her body so her right nipple lightly grazed Ben’s frenulum, the sensitive area on the underside of his penis, just beneath his glans. She swung her breast slowly back and forth, causing her nipple to rub back and forth on that sensitive spot. Each time they touched, Ben’s cock would spasm involuntarily.

After a few nipple-to-frenulum touches, Hayley’s nipple became erect, which seemed to embarrass her when she look at Ben’s face and realized that he saw what happened to her body. “I shouldn’t be doing this,” she said as much to herself as to Ben. “I’m supposed to be helping you, not making myself feel good.”

“If you can see me with an erection, than it should be OK for me to see you with an erection,” Ben countered, hoping to prevent Hayley from withdrawing.

“Well, still, I should keep my attention on what you need, not on myself.” She quickly stood up again, causing her breasts to sway again. She stood still, nude above the waist, her hands clasped behind her back, watching him watching her. He noticed her nipples puckering, imagining that she was getting aroused by displaying her naked breasts to him.

My lunch hour was certainly different than it has ever been. After reading your e-mail asking me to do certain things with explicate instructions on how to execute these tasks, my heart began to pound at the shear thought of performing them. When I wrote you informing you that I was going to do it, I was only speaking in half-truths. I wanted to – the idea sent a surge through my body. Only the fear of getting caught and wondering what all I would actually do made me hesitate.

As the office began to quickly empty of its personnel my mind began to buzz.

"Now! Do it now!" I said to myself trying to coax myself into actually standing and pulling off my panties as per your orders.

At lunch, it is impossible to close my door as people check in and out with me. I anxiously counted the number of people that had passed my door to better gauge when the perfect time would be. I was standing behind my desk, with the drawer that contained my purse and other personal items open next to me. I chose my moment and was beginning to reach up under the stretchy black material that made up my skirt when I heard the heels of yet another co-worker coming down the hall. Quickly!

With my skirt hiked up my thighs nearly exposing my panties, I plopped back down in my chair and pulled myself under my desk just as Mary stuck her head in and said she was heading out for an extended lunch and asked if I needed anything while she was out. With a slight blush to my cheeks, barely hidden by my light make up, I chirped "Nope – thanks. Have a good lunch."

She smiled and went on her way. I drew a large breath and got up from my chair. Pulling my skirt back down to its proper level, I exited my office and took a stroll through the maze of cubicles. This was a normal routine for me as this is when I deliver mail, but today it had a different meaning. I was seeing who was left in the office. Of the group, only 3 were eating lunch or still working at their desks. With a smile, I returned to my office, stood behind my desk and before I chickened out reached up and quickly pulled my panties down to my ankles and stepped out of them. I sat back down in my chair and picked them up off the floor. Before I placed them in my desk drawer, I couldn't help but notice that they were damp. Was it left over from when I read your story or was this new perfume left on the fabric? Before I realized it, I had dismissed the thought and had thrown them on top of my purse and shut the drawer.

Taking a deep breath, I reached for the hard copy of the story. Almost like someone preparing to begin a test, I took another deep breath then thumbed through the pages to the place where you wanted me to read from.

I found my place on page 9 and began to read. '…From the first day he saw Jamie walk into the classroom he had fantasized about her. Everything about the young girl appealed to his most primal urges…' Even with that first sentence, I felt myself becoming aroused. The thin hair on my arms stood up like I was cold, and yet, I felt familiar warmth growing between my legs. My face was becoming warmer as well. I knew I was blushing – I could feel the heat.

My heart began to beat harder as I read on. I kept reminding myself that you wanted me to wondering what you were feeling while you wrote it. It was easiest for me just to place you in the role of the Coach. I continued to read and as I went along I discovered that I was placing myself in the part of Jamie. The obvious lack of panties under my skirt didn't do anything to dispel this thought. As the tension built between the two characters, so too did the tension and the level of arousal I was feeling.

When Tori entered the scene I noticed that I was placing myself in both of the girl's characters. I was getting very into the story. And even as thoughts of you reading my essay began to enter my brain, I couldn't help but to continue reading. At times I found myself reading the same paragraph two or three times before moving on. '…Ron, would you like to watch me kiss Jamie?' As Tori said that I felt myself squeeze my thighs together. Gently pinching my most sensitive spot with my muscles and feeling the results of my arousal begin to spill from within. This task you had assigned to me was working. Whatever you wanted to happen was in fact happening. I was encapsulated by the story, your wishes and my fantasy.

"What is he doing to me?" I asked. "Why am I doing this?" I quipped with only one answer. "Because!" That's all I could think of and with that thought, a smile streaked across my face.

I continued to read a little farther. I got up to the point where Tori was hopping up on the desk and Ron was positioning himself between her legs. That's when a simple yet interesting thought came into my mind and I stopped. I leaned back into my chair, looked around my office as if searching for words to describe my thought. And it came to me. I may be reading way too much into this, but it seemed so right. You wanted me to place us into this story. It was your wish to have me envision us together like this.

Your subtle hints and jokes referring to my beauty in past e-mails suddenly paralleled the thoughts Coach has for Jamie. Youth full, innocent, beautiful girl? Me? Older yet attractive man? You? A taboo fantasy? Even thoughts about the mentioning of my bisexuality crossed my mind when Tori and Jamie kissed. There are so many possible comparisons in this story.

As I was thinking all these thoughts and quite a few more all at once, I knew that the actual story was not about us. I wasn't even the inspiration for Jamie as you had written this a while ago. Yet, just feeling how well our characters fit together was amazing though coincidental.

I didn't finish reading the rest of the story. If I did, I don't know if I could keep my hands to myself. The dampness between my thighs had grown and I was quite aroused. Everywhere I looked I noticed signs of my heightened state. My nipples were erect and had grown quite sensitive, I saw a pink glow across my arms and thighs as my body was reacting to my thoughts and your words, and I found myself rubbing my legs together producing quite a pleasant effect.

Nervous that lunch was nearly over and not wanting to be found in this condition, I got up and left the office. Heading towards the main entrance, I thought a brisk walk would calm me down. As I exited the building the sun showered me with its warm rays. It's fingers tickling my skin. The air was still cool. The temperature was hanging around 56 degrees. What a beautiful day it was becoming. Then I was amazed when it dawned on me that I had left my panties in my desk drawer.

I, like Jamie, felt naked. But ohhh what a feeling. I walked down the walking path and every now and then stopped to let the cool breeze find it's way up my skirt. While the sun's rays tickled my face and exposed skin, the air tickled me somewhere quite different. Mmmmmmmmmm What a feeling.

I have now spent a good part of two hours writing this for you. And as time is getting close for me to leave, I notice I'm not really trying to be too descriptive any more. But at this point – what's there to say? You had me aroused at work the most I have ever been. What an experience. I am still wound up and frisky. I can still feel the tension. But that's all right by me.

Spreading my legs, I carefully whisked away the remaining blonde hairs with my razor until I was bare as the day I was born. After weeks and weeks of planning, the day had finally arrived; my husband Dave had left on a business trip to China yesterday and I was "home alone" for two hot weeks in July.

I've always dreamed about being naked outside…clothes locked away from reach, but in the small suburb where we live such behavior is illegal. Then it hit me; what if nobody knew I was naked? What if I was wearing a VIRTUAL string bikini.

Turning 30 just last month, my physical appearance had been on my mind a lot. I've kept my weight down by working daily at the gym. My breasts, never developing larger than about the size of a couple oranges, showed little signs of gravity. Their tiny shape would make the "virtual bra" seem all the more believable.

Last week, I visited a local art store and bought a couple kits of white mime face paint. My plan was to paint a virtual bra and pair of panties and then go do my yard work in the backyard, nobody knowing I would really be naked.

After my morning shower, I completely shaved my pussy. I've never shaved it all off before, and as I stood and admired myself, I realized it made me look years younger. This could become a habit.

Then using painter's masking tape to create a mask for my virtual bikini, I stepped into my regular bikini as a guide, and began taping all the bare skin around my real bikini. I placed a long piece around my waist, just above the panties. Then I taped around my legs and up the sides of my buns, leaving a small half-inch string of bare skin around the tops of my legs.

I peeled off my real panties and exposed my bare pussy and butt, framed by tape. To be a bit more daring, I taped my exposed backside to a small thong opening that just disappeared into my butt crack.

The bra mask was tougher to create. I started with strips of tape across my back and up and around my shoulders. But when I got to my breasts, I removed my bra and improvised. I wanted something smaller than my real bra, so I began to hide my breasts with tape, leaving only a small two-inch triangle centered on each nipple. I connected the triangle openings to the back and shoulder straps and prepared to paint.

The white mime paint was cold as I spread it on my bare skin. I started with my pussy and painted over my bare mound, inside my lips, down between my legs and across my butt. I spread it all over my back thong triangle and into my crack to create the appearance of a string disappearing into my butt. Once I completely covered my crotch, I carefully removed the tape to reveal what looked line a very real pair of thong panties. Anyone from a distance would have no idea it was just paint.

Next, I created my painted bra. I started on my back and shoulders and when I reached my nipples, tingles shot through my body. I rubbed my little nubs thoroughly with lots of paint to cover their growing size. It became rather counterproductive, the more I rubbed, the more they stood up. Soon I finished and removed the tape from my chest and back.

I stood back and looked at myself in the mirror. It was amazing; it looked so authentic, and hot! As I turned and examined my backside I was convinced no one would discover my secret--I was completely naked but appeared to be wearing a pretty, although very tiny, white string bikini.

It felt weird as I ventured out the bathroom door with nothing on. I made my way down the hallway and out to the living room. Our living room has large picture windows that face the front of the house and as I walked up to them I realized it'd be possible for anyone to see me.

Even though it was a weekday and most people were either at work or on vacation, a neighbor might be home and gaze out their window at that particular moment. Armed with my illusion of being dressed in a bathing suit I bravely stood and looked out.

Within a few minutes a young mother appeared walking down the street toward our house pushing a baby stroller. I felt like ducking out of view but I held my spot in front of the window. As she got closer and closer my little heart was pounding. She glanced my way, and after doing a double take, smiled and waved and continued walking. My whole body was trembling by the time she passed but it actually worked--my virtual bikini was believable.

I went to the kitchen and looked in the fridge, since I hadn't eaten breakfast yet. I poured a glass of orange juice about three quarters full and peeled a banana. I couldn't believe what I was doing as I ate my banana standing in my kitchen in the nude. I just couldn't calm down. I normally don't drink, but thinking it might help, I opened my husband's liquor cabinet and filled the glass the rest of the way with vodka.

Several days ago, in anticipation of this moment, I'd filled an old gallon container of milk half-full of water and put it in the freezer. When the water was frozen I'd dropped an extra house key in and filled the rest of the jug with water. Now the key was frozen solid in the center of the ice. Even in the hot July sun it would take several hours to thaw, forcing me to be locked outside in the backyard for part of the day.

After making sure all the doors and windows were locked, I grabbed my ice jug, drink and new cell phone and stepped into the garage. Before chickening out, I locked the door behind me and pulled it shut. As the garage door opened, I hid behind the minivan just in case someone was walking by; however all seemed to be completely quiet.

I quietly threw all my garden tools and ice jug and cell phone into the wheel barrel and wheeled it out onto the side yard. Returning to the garage, I grabbed my orange juice, pressed the garage door button and ran under the closing door.

Suddenly it hit me, I'd really done it--there would be no turning back now--I was standing in my yard in the buff with no way back inside for several hours.

The grass felt cold and tickly on my feet and toes. In my nakedness I could feel every gentle breeze blow across my skin. The sun felt warm shining on my white triangle painted breasts. For courage, I took a big gulp from my glass and headed for the backyard with the wheel barrel.

Our backyard is not fenced, although a row of pine trees and shrubs along the back lot line blocks the view somewhat. We're at the top of a hill; houses behind us are lower than our yard, making it more private, however the side yards are completely open.

The neighbors to the left were on vacation; they'd be gone all week. The neighbors to the right both work during the day but their college age daughter Lisa was home for the summer--she could be a problem. We weren't exactly buddies since I called the police about one of her all night parties a month ago. However, according to her mom and dad, during the summer she never gets up before noon so that should give me plenty of time alone.

An old flowerbed along the back of the house was the first project that needed to be done. The spring flowers had long since wilted and the southern exposure sunshine they'd received had dried them to a crisp. I took the shovel to the dirt and soon realized there was no way I was going to dig things out of that dirt without some water.

I brought out the hose and watered down the area. It felt so wicked, standing there spraying the hose around the yard, totally naked. When it was watered down, I left the hose in the grass with the sprayer shut off and grabbed my shovel. My bare feet squished in the cold mud as I made my way through the dried out flowers. I had to get down on my hands and knees to pull up some of the plants and before long my arms and legs were covered.

All the squishing sounds along with the dried branches and twigs poking my nude body was making me quite frisky. I didn’t dare touch myself and take the chance of rubbing off some of my virtual bikini paint, but the urge was overwhelming. Eventually the area was cleared and I used the hose sprayer to clean the mud from my body, being very careful not to wash away any paint.

After about an hour I checked on my frozen ice jug to see how much had melted. When I turned the jug over only a little water poured out. An hour in the sun and barely any iced had melted. That's when I realized I could be stuck out here a lot longer than just a couple hours. Feeling a slight panic, I drank the rest of my orange juice and decided to water some plants.

I made my way around the yard with the hose. First the right side yard and then the left. For some reason I was feeling more at ease with my nudity, certain that I'd be safe as long as I stayed in my yard.

As I watered the hostas I thought I heard noise coming from the neighbor's house. I bravely ignored it, acting as if it was completely normal to be watering one's plants in one's yard dressed in a white string bikini. After all the watering was done, I set the hose down and checked my ice block--a little more had melted.

With the day getting warmer and all the yard work being done, I was feeling sleepy. A short nap on the lounge chair sounded like a good idea. I laid down and quickly dozed off…

"Wake up Mrs. G." I was floating halfway between consciousness and dreamland. I kept hearing a female voice that had nothing to do with my dream, telling me to wake up, but I didn't want to, I was so peaceful.

Suddenly cold water splashed on my stomach. I tried to cover myself with my arms but for some reason I couldn't move. Immediately, I was wide-awake. The first thing I saw was Lisa from next-door standing with the dripping hose nozzle pointing at me.

Then I noticed my arms were tied with my garden twine. Both wrists were tied tight to the top of the lounger above my head, leaving my stretched out, bikini-clad breasts unprotected. My feet were flat on the patio, ankles tied to the feet of the lounger, legs slightly parted. I could feel the breeze between my legs, my privates partially exposed.

I heard her say "Good morning sunshine. Rise and shine."

"Lisa, what are you doing? Untie me immediately."

"Not so fast Mrs. G., you owe me--big time. Besides calling the police on my party, I just wanted to sleep till noon this morning. When what do I hear just outside my bedroom window but my nosey neighbor watering her flowers and plants. You can imagine my surprise when I peeked out my window and saw you standing in a white string bikini. Frankly, you looked kind of hot parading around in such a tiny swimsuit, so I threw on my red undies and decided to come join you."

"And what did I discover as I approached you sleeping in your lounger, such a unique fabric to your bikini, with all your little bits poking through. That's pretty kinky Mrs. G., does Mr. G. know about this?"

"Lisa, this has to remain our secret. My husband wouldn't understand and it would devastate our marriage if he found out."

"That's too bad because I thought he might enjoy the pictures I took with my digital camera while you were off in dreamland." I saw her purse on the patio table and a camera sitting next to it.

"By the way, what's your first name Mrs. G.?"

I said, "It's Brianna, but you can call me Mrs. G."

"Well here's the deal Brianna, I won't tell your little secret as long as you do every little thing, exactly as I demand. To begin with, we're going to have a cold shower and see how waterproof your bikini is."

"Oh my god Lisa, please don't. I locked myself out of the house and until my key melts in that ice jug over there, it's all I have to wear."

"You sure are the naughty one aren't you Brianna, but you should've thought of that before you decided to frolic around your backyard in the buff. Lets get started by washing off those tiny boob covers of yours."

As she bent over to get the hose, part of her thong panties disappeared deep into her buns and I could see her silk covered pussy extend below her opened legs. I swear she purposely jiggled her boobs as she bent over reaching for the hose, peeking back at me under her legs. Her undies were only a pair of lacy silk lingerie. Gross, what kind of a girl would act like that in front of another woman? Suddenly I wished I had something more covering me than a thin layer of paint!

Just as she stood up and started to open the nozzle, something caught her eye from the other direction. Glancing to my left I saw the most gorgeous male figure running into our yard. He must have been in his early twenties and by the looks of his shirtless chest must have been an athlete of some kind.

As he was getting closer he called out, "hey ladies, what's up?" I cringed as I realized I was going to be viewed in my entirety by yet another young person. I quietly whispered, "Lisa, make him go away before he gets too close." But she was just staring at him with this stupid grin on her face, "hi, come on over".

As he joined Lisa by her side he quickly noticed I was tied to the lounge chair and by the look on his face had figured out that my bikini was fake and that something was going on.

"Whoa, are you OK lady?" Before I had a chance to respond, Lisa was kind enough to fill him in on all the details, how I had got myself into this situation, the pictures she had taken while I was sleeping, and how she was just about to wash away my bikini. While she spoke he alternated his attention between my boobs and cunt, I felt like such an idiot for getting myself into this mess.

After my story was told, we learned that his name was Zack and he was house sitting for our neighbors. He was on the swim team in college and except for daily practices, had little to do this summer. His body looked like a swimmer's, not a hair below the neckline, smooth muscular chest and arms with tiny nipples poking out, a perfect slim waist without an ounce of fat, and just a trace of a six-pack abs.

He was wearing loose athletic shorts that almost looked one size too small as I could see an outline of his manhood underneath. His legs were hairless, his feet barefoot, a dream come true had I not been married, tied and naked, and about to be hosed down. My mind was wandering, not paying attention to what they were saying.

Then it hit with a stinging cold force. She aimed it directly at my breast, full force. I pulled at my restraints trying to cover up but the twine held my wrists and ankles tight. The water stream circled my little right breast and then moved to the center. The freezing water pushed my nipple inward and splashed all over my face. I quickly became drenched as the water washed away the white triangle covering my right nipple. Just as quickly, it stopped.

Lisa moved her hand toward my right breast and wiped the wetness away. As she brushed my cold right nipple with her warm hand the sensation was so strong it hurt--I jumped at her touch. "Not very big you know Brianna, but it looks like the paint washes away quite well, don't you think Zack?" That's when I realized I was now outside with a bare nipple in plain view and Zack and Lisa weren't missing a thing. She said, "Let's get the other one."

She stepped back and I braced myself for the blast of cold. I was watching my left breast as the water stream hit. It was just as cold as the right, but this time I knew what to expect. It flopped my little breast back and forth and then flat as the water pounded the nipple. When that breast was as clean as the right she told be to arch my back so she could reach my back. I did as told and before long was completely topless lying in the sun, drenched with cold water.

"Well the rest should be more fun, believe me this is going to hurt you more than it hurts me." she laughed. I said, "No Lisa, pleeeease not down there, it's too cold." My begging did no good; the water blasted the side of my right hip. Slowly my hip line vanished as she moved to the center. I pushed my knees together as much as I could, but I wasn't able to get my legs completely together. My little white panty soon washed away as she moved to my left hip. Then she stopped.

"OK Brianna, open wide" "Please Lisa, no!" "Now Brianna, open up, or I'll make it worse for ya." I couldn't imagine how it could get any worse but something told me she could, my legs were shaking as I slowly spread them apart.

The pain was unbelievable as the cold water blasted the paint away from my lower lips. The stream moved between my lips, pushing them violently aside and then up to my clit. As the water passed over my hole I could feel my insides filling. When the cold pressed against my clit the pain was unbelievable. After a few minutes of continuous washing it stopped; I was shivering with cold.

CRASH!! "What the hell was that," Andy Ozinski said to himself, as he walked passed the closed office door on his way to the copy machine room! The long corridor was empty, as most of the staff were out to lunch, and Andy wondered who could possibly using the vacant office at this hour. Well who ever it was, they sure as hell were making quite a racket in there, so Andy put his ear to the door, listened for a few moments, and then slowly turned the handle and pushed into the supposedly empty office. What he saw totally floored him, and for several seconds he stood there slack jawed, and quite unable to speak! "I-I-I'm sorry," a red faced Andy stammered, "I heard the glass breaking and just wanted to make sure everything was okay!" The reason for his discomfort was seated in a straight back chair next to some sort of contraption with hoses and wires connected to her chest, it was the new secretary, Donna Wilkens with her breasts exposed!!

"That's all right Mr. Ozinski, I have a new baby at home, and every four hours or so I have to milk by breasts and save it for later," she replied, "but I'm having all sorts of trouble with the stupid machine, and I just knocked a jar of milk on the floor, and well, nothing seems to be working out today!!" Andy was listening to what Donna Wilkens was saying, but his eyes were riveted to the magnificent tits that sprung from Donna's slim chest! Andy remembered when his own wife, Sheila, was pregnant, but even on her best day, her boobs couldn't have held a candle to Donna's incredible mammaries!! "Do you think you could check out my breast pump," she asked earnestly, "it seems to have stopped working, and my breasts are starting to hurt from all the milk!?!"

"Uh, sure," stammered Andy, "I've never worked on a breast pump before, but I guess I could give it a look!" The closer he got to Donna's chest the harder his pecker became, and he hoped that she wouldn't notice!! "Let's see what we've got here," he said, as he began checking out the hoses that ran from Donna's dark distended nipples back to the pump unit. After a minute or two of examination Andy offered, "Ahhhh, I see what the problem is, there's a small crack in the suction hose right here, see it!?!" Donna leaned forward to get a better look at the hose, and in the process her boobs jiggled from side to side, making Andy let loose with an audible groan! "Here it is," Andy said softly, "that little crack keeps prevents the machine from making suction, which in turn doesn't allow the milk to be pumped from your breasts!!"

"What am I going to do," Donna said in a half wailing voice, "I've gotta get this milk out of my breasts, they're starting to hurt!?!"

"Well," Andy replied, "you're going to have to replace that hose, until then you're out of luck, I'm sorry!!"

Andy turned around and was about to leave when Donna asked, "Do you think you could milk them for me, once at home during a power outage, my husband milked them enough to take the pressure off them!?!" Andy was dumb founded at the request, but as soon as he realized that she was serious, he went over and locked the door, pulled up another chair next to Donna and asked, "How do you milk them?!?" Donna pulled the two suction cups off of her nipples, put a mason jar under one of them and with her free hand showed Andy how to force the milk from her breast! "See, you just gently squeeze just above the nipple and pull it a little, and voila, the milk squirts out!!"

"Now," she ordered, "you try it!" With trembling hands, Andy took hold of one of Donna's nipples and using the same technique she had just demonstrated, he began extracting the milk from her breast! "Hey," he said excitedly, "it's easy, look at how much we have all ready!!" Donna leaned back in the chair, and relaxed while Andy worked on her breasts while asking, "Am I hurting you," wanting to make sure that everything was okay?!?"

"Oh no," she replied, "on the contrary, your fingers feel wonderful, much better than that old breast pump!!" Andy continued milking the young woman, still unable to believe that she was allowing him to have his way with her spectacular chest!

Andy alternated from one breast to another, giving each one a rest from the constant squeezing and pulling, and he was just about to ask Donna how much more they needed to extract when he heard the unmistakable sound of a woman who was sexually excited! Donna had made a soft moan and unconsciously pressed her thighs together, sure indicators that she was highly aroused!! Licking his lips, which had now become very dry, Andy decided to take a chance and without even asking, he leaned over and took a dark nipple into his mouth! "Oh, god," Donna groaned, "you do that so well!!"

"Sweet jesus," Andy thought, "I don't believe this is happening to me," as he slurped on Donna's chest!! "Andy, dear," she cooed softly, "suck some milk from my nipples, it turns me on so much to breast feed a man!!" Andy didn't need another invitation, and using his lips and tongue he drew hard on the puffy nipple, and incredibly his mouth was flooded with sweet tit milk!! Donna hissed loudly as he nursed harder and harder, while he alternated between the two dark nipples!! "Andy," she asked again, "would you do me a favor!?!" By now Andy would have walked over burning coals for this big titted bitch, and he pulled away long enough to pant, "Anything, you just name it!!"

"Andy darling," she went on, "my vagina is so wet and squishy, and you suck so well, do you think you could suck my vagina for me!?!" Andy, now delirious with lust, didn't even reply, but instead reached under Donna's skirt and pulled off her lacy pink panties, while the big tittied bitch moaned again, spreading her legs wide, and asked in a pleading voice, "Please, Andy, do me now, please do me now!!"

The musky aroma of wet pussy filled his nostrils, which of course had the immediate effect of turning his pecker into a piece of blue steel! Donna's pussy was a mass of tangled black pubic hair with a bright pink pair of lips running right down the middle it! Andy nosed around the out side of pussy while savoring the sweet smell of an aroused vagina, while Donna squirmed her ass around, trying in vain to get Andy to make contact with her protruding clit!! He teased her for a few moments more, before burying his tongue deep into her love canal, and almost the instant his tongue made connected with her throbbing clitoris, Donna arched her back, took her huge chest in her hands, and seconds later was engulfed by a shattering orgasm!!

"Oh, Andy," she moaned loudly, "you are the best tit-clit sucker I've ever had!!" Andy bored in hard, making sure that her orgasm was over before he removed his mouth from her split wide apart organ!

"Andy," she asked breathlessly, "would you show it to me, please!?!" Andy fairly leaped to his feet and with shaking hands opened up his trousers and extracted his seven inches of thick gristle!! "Oh my," she said softly, "what a beautiful erection, may I suck it for you, please!?!" Andy stepped closer, so Donna didn't have to stretch, and seconds later the head of his cock was surrounded by the softest, sweetest mouth he had ever felt and he panted, "Oh, god, suck it harder!!"

It seemed that her mouth went into overdrive, and Andy's pecker was getting the sucking of its life!! Looking down at her sweet innocent face, huge chest, and wide open crotch was just too much for Andy to take, and the only warning that Donna got was a low moan that became a crescendo as his balls emptied their sperm into her sucking mouth!! As his cum blasted into her throat, she reached down to her pussy, and with two or three hard fast strokes on her clit, she had another orgasm that coincided with his own!!

All Andy could say was, "Wow!!" while Donna just lay there and savored the feeling that still pulsed through her groin!! "Andy put his pecker back into his pants and said, "Now make sure you replace that hose, and I think your pump will work just fine!"

She rolled her head to face him and replied sweetly, "Mmmmmmm, I will, but I think you'd better check it out for me tomorrow to make sure it works, okay!!" Andy smiled down at her and answered, "Yeah, good idea!!"

My girlfriend Melanie and I went to from rainy Hannover, Germany to Spain last year for holidays. We booked a small house in a town near Barcelona, from where we could start our trips through the country-side. Melanie currently is a student of architecture but also works as a part time model for fashion and lingerie. She is very attractive. Let me describe Melanie to you: She's 28 now, has long blonde hair, 5' 6" tall, 115 lbs, and beautiful, size 36 breasts with a slender well developed build that accented her bust.

Until that day, my baby was very open-minded for photographers but has never done any sort of harder shots. Out of her comments to some hardcore videos we used to watch from time to time, I thought she was really curious to give it a try. Man, she finally gets to fulfill all her wildest dreams and today, she's fully useable for any kind of sex. The perfect, horny and innocent looking slut. Let me tell you the whole story... At about 11:30 AM, Melanie and I went out in the backyard to sunbathe. Our patio was secluded. As we lay there, I reached over and began rubbing suntan oil on her back. I slipped the straps of her bathing suit off and worked my way down her back. I then moved to her legs and then up to her ass. I peeled down the bottom of her suit, exposing the globes of her rear. I continued to massage the oil into her body, letting a few drops go down the cleft of her ass. I rubbed it into her and moved my hand between her legs, rubbing the lips of her pussy. She then began to moan. I continued to massage her entire backside, lingering on her ass and cunt at times. After about 20 minutes I had her roll over onto her back. She quickly pulled her suit up over her breasts and pussy. She looked around to see if any neighbors were watching. None were. I then began massaging the fronts of her legs. I moved slowly higher and higher until I came to the juncture of her legs. I then moved to her arms. I slowly moved down her chest and slowly creeping back her suit I exposed her breasts to the open air. She quickly glanced around again for some neighborly voyeur but none was to be seen.

I rubbed a fair quantity of oil into her ample breasts while she enjoyed the warmth of the sun. I pulled her suit down further displaying her neatly trimmed mound. I slipped her one-piece suit completely off, baring her, fully nude, to the sun. I continued working the oil into her skin. I then reached for a bottle of sexual lubricant and dripped a stream down over the lips of her vagina. She turned her head to the side and relaxed with a moan. While working one hand over her stomach and tits, I began to lightly work the lubricant into her pussy lips. To this, she responded with more whimpers. I was getting very hard by this point. So I reached down and removed my bathing suit, letting my hardening cock bounce free against her side. I moved between her legs and lowered my body against hers. I rubbed my entire body up and down hers, using my hard dick as a third hand.

I let it linger against her clitoris. Slowly, I slid the head of my cock into the folds of her cunt. She responded by moaning and spreading her legs further. She was so wet from excitement and the lubricant that my dick slid all the way in up to the hilt. I rocked back and forth, feeling the sensation around the shaft. I had another plan in mind so I slipped out of her and just lay there in the sun next to her. Soon, I checked my watch and told her I had to run to town for a meeting but that she could stay out here and sunbathe. I knew she was incredibly turned on, but that was part of my plan. I went inside and dressed for work. I came out and told her goodbye. I then drove up the street to where a neighbor was having a patio put in. The five workers were just finishing and packing up their tools when I approached. I told them that there was a woman who lies out naked in her backyard down the street and often services men when her husband wasn't home. I told them the address of my house and drove away. I watched in the rear-view mirror as I saw them huddle and look down the street. They suddenly quickened their pace and threw their shovels and wheelbarrows hastily into their truck.

I drove around the block and watched them approach and park in front of my house. They quietly got out and started to walk around to my gate. I left my car and sneaked around the other way and into the house. Through our sliding glass door I could see my girlfriend lying on the patio on her stomach. Through a side window I could see the men sneaking around the other way. Looking back to my girlfriend I saw her stir and roll onto her back. She looked around and slowly reached down and started to finger her unsatisfied pussy.

She reached over and put some more lubricant on her hand and worked it into her lips. I quickly ran upstairs and loaded up our video camera. I went and checked out a few of the upstairs windows for the best vantage point. The men had quietly worked their way around the house and were silently taking turns peeking around the corner at my masturbating girlfriend. I went back downstairs and peeked out the window, taking shots of her and her attentive audience. She was lost totally in her activity and didn't notice the men. Some had removed their shirts. At this point let me describe each of the men. Three were white. One, the supervisor, about 40 years old. The other two were about 30 and 21. One of the other guys was a Latino with the stereotypical macho look, very muscular and tanned. The last man was black and about 6'4".

Slowly each of the men moved out from their seclusion and formed a circle around my girlfriend. They watched intently as he neared her peak. Soon she gave a low moan, tensed, flushed red and shook uncontrollably. She then laid back and relaxed. In a moment she slowly opened her eyes. Shocked, she saw her audience gathered around. She let out a small scream and reached for her bathing suit. The men approached and surrounded her as she fumbled with the suit, trying to find the openings. They knelt next to her enclosing her in their circle. All the while they were complimenting her on her performance. It was obvious she was panicking, because she took a long time to even begin to get her suit on. In the meantime she kept pleading for them to leave, not paying much attention to their comments. Soon one of the men reached out and stroked her arm. By this time her suit was almost back on and she started to stand up. The men stood around her not letting her leave the patio despite her appeals.

By this time they each were rubbing some part of her body, her arms, legs, neck, or back. They stayed away from the more private areas. Melanie tried to force her way out of the ring but doing so only brought her in contact with one or another of the men. They kept begging her to stay saying that they wouldn't hurt her; that they only wanted to talk. She looked around but could see no escape. Again she pushed against one of the men but he only embraced her, rubbing his bare chest against her. After a few awkward moments one of the men embraced her from behind. Two others on each side of her each grabbed a leg. Together the three men laid her back on the patio. She struggled trying to break free but this only caused the other two to each grasp an arm. They held her down as she struggled. After a few moments she tired a little and each man held a limb in one hand while stroking her legs, arms, or neck with the other. The man at her head cradled her against his crotch as he sat cross-legged.

She continued her verbal pleas but slowed her physical resistance. The men continued massaging her gently. Despite her objections she began to relax and obviously enjoy the ministrations the five hands were giving her. When she was fully relaxed they loosened their grips with their other hands and soon ten hands were caressing her. They passed around the bottle of oil and began to smooth it over areas of her exposed flesh. The man at her head began moving his strokes from her face and neck ever so slowly, millimeter by millimeter onto her upper chest. At the same time the men working on her legs moved higher and higher up her thighs. The men on her arms soon stroked their entire length pausing at the straps on her shoulders. The large black man had her right arm, the latino her right leg, the supervisor her left leg and the two others her left arm and head.

They kept their touching away from her private areas, which helped her to relax further. Soon they prodded her to roll over onto her stomach. She did this with a look of concern and curiosity. They continued to massage her legs, arms, and back. They worked the oil into her gently. She closed her eyes and moaned softly. The men working her legs moved higher and higher and soon began stroking the exposed areas of the cheeks of her ass. Slowly they moved her suit aside little by little until more and more of her ass was exposed.

She looked back over her shoulder and tried to reach back to pull her suit out of her crack but her arms were gently restrained by the men working her upper body. They were soon massaging her cheeks gently and sensuously. She again relaxed and closed her eyes. The men working her upper body slowly pulled aside the straps of her suit so they could have unimpeded access to her shoulders. Again she tried to oppose the action but was gently stopped. They pulled her straps further and further down her arms, until the top front of her bathing suit pressed against the ground and stopped its progress. At this point they tugged a little harder until it began to slide down over her breasts, which were against the pavement.

This cause her to move her arms up in an attempt to push herself up. This only caused her to loosen the pressure against her body and the bathing suit and allowed the men to pull it down clear to her waist, exposing her breasts against the patio. She immediately dropped back to the ground, attempting to cover herself. She moaned a scared, almost crying response. The men further revealed her back to the sun and had greater access to her entire back. Her suit now just barely covered her waist and down her crack. The men continued their massage, now almost having full access to her entire backside. She soon again relaxed and slowly closed her eyes.